Imperial capital.

Rainy night.

A battle was almost white-hot, and the rain kept falling from the sky, as if covering the sky with a hazy veil.

The Black Dragon Guard finally took action, jumped down from the roof, pulled out the Li knife at his waist, and the thick Li knife wrapped in the heavy force formed by the spiritual energy and slashed it violently.

A Nanfu army could not resist it and was directly chopped into two halves, with his body and head separated.

The blood stained the ground red, and the rain washed away the blood again.

The old eunuch was fighting with Tang Yimo. His whisk swung and drew water from the ground, as if it had turned into a water wall.

Although the old eunuch only knows the initial use of spiritual energy, it can also increase its strength a lot.

The black dragon guard holding the Li sword rushed over quickly and approached Tang Yimo.

The knife was sharpened on the ground like a broken knife, sharpening the ground with sharp sounds.

Tang Yimo frowned.

Afterwards, the spiritual energy in the body began to erupt like a spiral.

The first pulse is opened.

boom!

After opening a lineage, Tang Yimo seemed to be burning, his strength doubled, his speed doubled, and his combat power doubled.

The same is true for the surrounding Nanfu Army. They also burst into an extremely powerful aura with the abbreviated version of "Eight-Meridians and Demonic Art".

Tang Yimo disappeared in an instant.

Only countless phantoms were left around, as if even the rain could not catch up with his speed.

The old eunuch was shocked, but found that Tang Yimo had appeared beside him at some point. The punch full of power and spiritual energy smashed down hard.

Dong!

The rain splashed.

The old eunuch spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

The toes hit the ground, and draw far away on the ground, outlining a long waterway.

"Walk."

The spiritual energy around Tang Yimo was burning like flames.

He said coldly.

The Nanfu Army received the order and rushed towards the city gate.

The Black Dragon Guard continued to chase, and the battle suddenly entered a white-hot stage.

However, compared to the fierce battle on the long street.

Tang Yimo did not notice at all that in the alley, there was a scholar in the Confucian robe carrying a bookcase and an oil-paper umbrella, quietly paying attention to his battle.

After a long time.

The scholar smiled softly.

Step out.

Crazy, crazy...

The world seemed to be extremely quiet, with only the sound of footsteps stomping down and the churning of water.

Many people were shocked and looked up.

But I saw a scholar in Confucian robe walking slowly.

The cold rain slapped the old eunuch's face, causing the old eunuch to close his eyes from time to time. Through the rain curtain, he saw the white-shirted Confucian scholar holding an umbrella, and his face suddenly showed joy.

"Mr. Kong, please take action and capture this thief!"

The old eunuch's shrill voice was like the thunder that tore the night apart, lingering in the alley.

Kong Nanfei is a practitioner, and the old eunuch knows this, and he is not an ordinary practitioner. He has obtained the practice method "Haoran Yunling Jue" in the secret realm of Wolongling, an orthodox practice method.

It is much purer than the methods of Black Dragon Guards who rely on breaking the warriors in the dragon gate to obtain spiritual energy.

How strong Kong Nanfei is, the old eunuch has no idea about how strong Kong Nanfei is.

Anyway, at least he is better than him.

Kong Nanfei walked with an umbrella and stepped on his cloth shoes, which shocked the rain three feet high.

But his speed was getting faster and faster. Then, he stomped his feet and walked along the city gate.

Sitting upright on the city gate.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, carrying a bookcase, quietly watching the battle below.

Tang Yimo raised his head, stared at Kong Nanfei, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the city.

"You have no strong feelings for Tang Xiansheng to have an illegitimate son, and it is not worth it for you to die for someone who has the opportunity."

"Leave Tang Xiansheng, you can leave."

Kongnan Flyway.

His voice overshadowed the sound of the rain and resounded in Tang Yimo and everyone's ears.

Tang Yimo stared at Kong Nanfei, and he felt the pressure. Kong Nanfei was a practitioner who was not inferior to him.

The first disciple of the Confucian national teacher is a top-level practitioner in the Qi Dan realm.

In the carriage, Tang Xiansheng's cough sounded.

Tang Yimo took a deep breath, and he made an agreement with Tang Xiansheng, which could be considered a deal.

Since he agreed, he would naturally work hard to do it.

"Feel sorry."

Tang Yimo said.

Then, Tang Yimo moved his body suddenly under the city wall and punched Kong Nanfei, who was sitting cross-legged on the city wall.

The rain rushed up like a pillar, as if it turned into a heavy crossbow arrow, and flew straight to Kong Nan.

Kong Nanfei frowned.

I was not panicked when I looked at the flying crossbow arrows, and there was spiritual energy around me.

Not only that, he spoke slowly, as if poetry and essays were chanting in his mouth.

The rain seemed to fall by several beats.

There was an invisible aura lingering and permeating between the world.

Confucianism is prosperous.

Confucianism's great qi combined with spiritual energy!

Bang bang bang bang!

Water arrows exploded one after another.

Tang Yimo felt a huge pressure.

Kong Nanfei sat upright on the top of the city, with a white shirt and a lotus blooming on his tongue.

There is an invisible burst of pressure.

The Nanfu Army and Tang Yimo seemed to have no strength to move a finger.

The heaven and earth Haoran Qi formed after the spiritual energy is connected to Haoran Qi is actually somewhat similar to Lu Fan's spiritual pressure.

The methods Kong Nanfei used were indeed a bit amazing.

Tang Yimo gritted his teeth and carried the huge pressure.

The soldiers of the Nanfu Army knelt on one knee, with swords pressing against the ground.

Up the city tower.

"Submit, or not?"

Kong Nanfei holds oil paper umbrella with his hands, and the road.

"No."

under.

Tang Yimo did not hesitate too much and answered.

He raised his head suddenly.

The black demonic energy on Tang Yimo's body began to tangle, and he began to forcefully rush into the second meridian.

He has tried this second pulse countless times, but he has never broken through it. But today, if he doesn’t break through it, he will die!
To be continued...