The night was hazy and dark, in a base area of ​​the Confucian Party, the night wind was rustling and the drizzle of the east wind, and the dim candlelight swayed, as if the wind and rain were coming. Inside the house, a man was reading the Taoist sacred, frowned, put it in his hand and stared at the woman in white.

The woman in front of her was covered with black hair on her shoulders, her eyebrows were as dark as picturesque, but her face was as cold as frost. She pressed the sword with her right hand, and her beautiful eyes were full of murderous intent. The stern sword was a murderous aura that could not be controlled. The person who came was so beautiful that it was breathless. Even the man in the Confucian shirt who had been through the battlefield was still shocked, even though she looked extremely cold at this time.

"Why is the girl coming late at night? Why don't she sit down and have a good talk?" The man did not get up immediately, but was secretly alert, and his true energy had already condensed: "It's because the girl came here for no reason. It might as well explain the purpose of the visit so as not to regret it."

"For no reason, things in the world have causes and consequences. You shine with an article five years ago." The woman in white looked at everything coldly, and her voice was extremely cold.

"Five years ago?" You Zhen frowned, and then said, "Miss is talking about the Demon-Slaying Record."

"Why, do you need me to read it word by word for you, your passionate literary talent?" The woman in white looked even colder.

You Zhen suddenly realized and said, "Is it wrong for what I am doing? Zhang Kaifeng is from the Demon Sword, which turned against each other in that battle. Otherwise, how could the large territory of Da Yan fall into the hands of the barbarians? Why is Zhang Kaifeng based in Da Yan? What I did is for Da Yan and even the entire people."

"What a good person is for the country and the people. What do you know about the things that happened back then? You can condemn someone by relying on some unrealistic rumors? You are the main congregation of Confucianism, but verbal criticism is also a good tongue. Your article is enough to kill people. Haven't you ever thought that those may not be true?" said the woman in white.

"What the girl said is not decisive evidence. How can I just make random corrections? What's more, I'm not just thinking so. But the girl is full of murderous intent. Isn't she afraid of bringing trouble to herself? Maybe the people behind you will also be affected?" You Zhen's expression remained unchanged, and she was indeed a good tongue.

"Is it threatening?" The woman in white disdained: "A full hypocrite is extremely ridiculous. If your ancestors knew that these disciples and juniors were like this, they would probably be heartbroken."

"Miss is such a bad word. There are so many Confucian disciples. She is just the most ordinary person, and her knowledge is naturally not as good as that of the fellow brothers in the School Palace." You Zhen said calmly: "But, our ancestors should not be humiliated. Even if the girl has a great status, she will still have a reputation for her sect and ask her for advice."

"Pretending to behave, gossiping, the Confucian sect has fallen." The woman in white sneered, pulled out the sword about an inch when she pressed the sword. In the narrow room, she suddenly became cold: "It's useless to say more, kill you, a person who shows off your lips and tongue."

After the book was closed, the Confucian man who was quite famous in one place stood up and suddenly showed his mighty aura, with a very strong spirit, which was quite as handsome as a gentleman in Confucian man. However, his actions made the woman in white full of murderous intent.

The sword was clattering. In an instant, the sword energy was full in this narrow room. The woman in white suddenly drew the sword hand while pressing the sword, and stabbed it straight forward. The sword was extremely sharp and had no momentum. The woman rushed forward, and the true energy in her body was stirring. She completely ignored whether it would damage the owner's bookstore in front of her and smashed the surrounding arrangements.

You Zhen, wearing a Confucian shirt, looked unchanged, and he didn't even read the books of sages that were crushed by the true energy of the woman in white. His eyes did not blink, perhaps there was no time to give him blink, because the blue-light sword had arrived quickly, and he could not help but be distracted. When the sword was completely pierced into his protective energy, You Zhen took the lead, took the lead, stepped forward, turned sideways, and raised the excessively white palm in his sleeves, condensed the true energy on his palm, and accurately slapped the sword body. The sword body immediately trembled, and his head was slightly tilted. With this, the man who was well-read about poetry and books stomped his feet, and the ground under his feet collapsed, and his whole person's speed suddenly accelerated. A afterimage remained in place, his right hand was horizontal in front of him, and a fierce hand knife cut towards the white throat of the woman in white.

Unexpectedly, the man in Confucian shirt who usually reads the books of sages would not take action. Once he takes action, his temperament changed drastically. He was extremely fierce and fierce. He would see life and death. When the woman in white saw You Zhen rushing, she was not afraid at all. Her jade feet slipped forward, and the knife suddenly fell into nothing. However, the man in Confucian shirt seemed to have thought that it was impossible to get the hand so easily. He twisted his legs and turned around. The speed of his surge did not decrease, but his body stopped. The true energy in his body surged wildly, and a palm slashed at the forehead of the woman in white who slid behind him.

The power of the palm was even stronger than the palm just now. The palm wind blew on the face, and the force made people feel that their cheeks were hurt. However, the woman in white did not move her eyebrows at all, and she patted her palm on the side and got up with the force. At the imperative, the man in Confucian shirt also blasted down, and a deep palm mark was branded. The whole room shook under this palm, and smoke and dust scattered.

The woman in white who was spinning and stirring up her body turned her body and drove the blue sword. The tip of the sword rubbed bright sparks on the ground. Then she raised her arm, and the bright blue light on the sword fell like the bright moonlight, and a sword light shot out. The sword light was like lightning, and it quickly reached You Zhen's eyebrows. She lifted her palm and smashed the extremely fast sword energy without any extra time. However, when You Zhen Neiyuan lifted it, her internal force poured into the ground, and several stone bricks were shaken up and blocked the sword light.

However, the sword light was extremely sharp. These several stone bricks did not have the effect of blocking it, but instead caused the reverse effect. The sword light pierced through the stone brick in an instant, leaving holes as big as a fingertip. You Zhen hurriedly turned his head, but a wound was still cut from his face by the sword light, which immediately made the Confucian man look angry on his face. But he quickly showed a look of surprise on his face, because a cold sound came from his ears.

"The God Order Three Qingshou Dances Yu Shun." A cold voice came, but a woman in white waved the long sword in her hand. The woman's body was like a willow branch, twisting not like waving the sword, but dancing gracefully, like a colorful butterfly shuttled among the flowers.

The white butterfly danced gracefully, and her white clothes were graceful, as if she wanted to ride the wind to the sky, like a banished immortal returning to the sky, making people fascinated by her dancing posture. Even the man in the Confucian shirt with full determination still looked stagnant, but there was a terrifying murderous intent in the beautiful dance posture, but the blue sword attacked without murderous aura, like the wings of a graceful butterfly, from far to near.

The man in Confucian shirt is worthy of being a candidate for Confucian scholars today. Otherwise, he would not have been able to enter the vision of the senior Confucian scholars by relying on a record of killing the magic. After a brief loss of consciousness, his body was full of great true energy and woke up in time. He showed a look of horror on his face and shouted out loud, "Sword Intention, Sword Realm."

He was shocked and the sword intent of the woman in white in front of him could actually be derived from the sword realm. The sword realm in the world has two different realms. It not only refers to the realm of swordsman practicing swords, but the other level creates the environment in the inner sword with his own martial arts. This is not an illusion, but evolved from the sword master. Of course, only those who practice martial arts can see it when the realm reaches a certain level. The former is to improve their skills, while the latter can only achieve it with deeper understanding of swordsmanship and swordsmanship. To reach this level, one must reach the realm of returning to the void, and sufficient personal talent and understanding are required. Once one step out of this level, one will have a bright future. This realm is collectively called the Martial Realm. Different people have different understandings of martial arts realm, and the Martial Realm also has different sayings of condensed martial arts will. Demon Sect, Righteous Way, Confucian Sect and Buddhist Way.

The woman in white walked to this level so young, and the sword came out of the sword realm. It is conceivable how evil her cultivation and talent were. Once the sword realm was released, the power of this sword would add terrible power, and the danger in the psychedelic sword realm doubled.

In the sword realm, all flowers bloom, butterflies dance, without murderous intent, only one word of beauty, the beauty is unparalleled, the orchid in the valley.

The man in the Confucian shirt looked extremely solemn. He opened his mouth and spit out a turbid breath, closed his eyes, and then let out another breath. A sound of reading came from the hazy air.

"There is a beauty in the book, and the golden house in the book. We seek talents and study, and the road comes." After reading a passage, You Zhen no longer had a confused look on his face, but instead escaped from the sword realm. A volume of the scenes of students studying and studying behind him appeared, and he actually competed with the sword realm in the valley.
Chapter completed!