I have a role in the heavens

The rich and handsome Du Yan had a look of fear on his face, and his wife Ding also turned pale. They couldn't believe their eyes. Their ancestor, the Immortal of the Twelve Realms, was actually killed by a sword. This kind of The extreme reversal almost caused their hearts to collapse, their whole bodies were trembling, and they were sweating like rain.

"A mere ant dares to gouge out the eyes of sword cultivators in the world. It's really overestimating one's abilities and makes people feel ridiculous!"

A majestic and clear voice sounded in the void, and the figure of a peerless swordsman emerged in the minds of the monks in Old Dragon City. All the members of the five major surnames in Old Dragon City were horrified. They did not expect that there was still someone standing behind the straw-shoe boy. A powerful man who reaches the sky.

The Lizhu Cave Sky shattered and fell to the ground. The entire small world with a radius of thousands of miles began to shake violently. Ruan Qiong's face was ashen, trying his best to suppress the crazy vibration of luck. The tall white figure on the covered bridge, with his snow-white sleeves, rose straight into the sky. , the edge in the star's eyes gradually dissipated, and the cold and majestic voice sounded in the ears of the town residents like the sound of nature.

"He actually took action, so I'll keep this sword for now, and it won't be too late to hand it out in the future!"

At the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall, a man wearing a green shirt stood proudly. The strong cold wind blew three thousand blue hairs dancing, making him look unrestrained and unrestrained, ethereal and refined. His ordinary face was filled with coldness, and his sword eyes narrowed slightly, with a cold light. Flashing, the red lips moved, and a clear voice spread towards the city in the north.

"Old scholar, your closed disciple was almost beaten to death. You still have time to drink here. I really don't know what the use of Chen Pingan's worship of you as a teacher!"

In the wine shop in the city, the old scholar, with a shabby air all over his body, sat at the same table with the little girl in black and the sword fairy in white, smiling and talking over the wine. After hearing this, his expression changed drastically, he put down the wine bottle in his hand, and with five fingers When he pinched it, the mysterious and obscure secret was revealed, and he immediately understood what happened.

The old scholar's eyebrows stood up, his eyes flashed with anger, and his face was as gloomy as water. He slapped the table with his right hand, causing the wine glass to shake and jingle. He looked at the stern-faced left and right man and said angrily.

"Your junior brother was almost beaten to death. As a senior brother, shouldn't you stand up for him?"

Zhou Mili was startled by the old scholar, and the melon seeds in her hand were scattered all over the floor. She had never seen the old scholar get angry before, so she asked enthusiastically.

"Old scholar, do you want to help? Although my cultivation level is not high, there is someone under me who can let the old deaf man take action. He is one of the top ten sword immortals in the Great Wall of Sword Qi!"

The old scholar did not respond to the little girl in black. Zhou Jue had already taken action, and the rest was a matter of his own. If he could not stand up for justice for Chen Pingan, how could he have the dignity to be Chen Pingan's husband.

A Confucian sage once said: If there is something to do, the disciple will do his job, and he will be given wine and food. As the senior elder brother of the current Literary Saint lineage, the old scholar gave the order. Naturally, he did not dare to object. He stood up suddenly, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and said coldly.

"Where, who?"

"East Aquarius Continent Old Dragon City, Tongye Continent Tongye Sect Du Mao! He is in the Ascension Realm, but he has been killed by that boy Zhou Jue with a sword energy!"

"But we can't just let this matter go. If you, the senior brother, don't stand up, others will think that our lineage is easy to bully!"

Zuo Zuo frowned when he heard this, with a bit of doubt on his stern face, and he spoke.

"Why is Du Mao able to go down the mountain to Old Dragon City? Do the saints in the academy have to work hard?"

In fact, Haoran Tianxia has certain rules and regulations for these great monks of the upper five realms. These rules are formulated by the sages of ritual. As a twelve-level immortal of Tongye Continent, Du Mao wants to go down the mountain and visit the old dragon city of Aquarius Continent. Son, you need to obtain the approval of the Academy Saint who is in charge of this continent. You can't just cross continents casually.

"The two saints responsible for inspecting the northern part of Tongye Continent and the southern part of Dongbaoping Continent are both the old bastard's favorite disciples. They don't understand that everyone has compassion and shame, and everyone has it!"

There was a bit of anger on the old scholar's face. The old bastard he was talking about was A Liang's father, the Confucian sub-sage. The dispute between the literary saint and the sub-sage nearly split the Confucian school and caused some tension between the two families. , some of the disciples of Ya Sheng's sect are not kind to the old scholar lineage. They believe that the knowledge of literary sages is a stinking stick and a stinky fly, ruining the great cause of Confucianism.

"Old man, I am no longer in the Confucian Temple. I no longer have the statues to worship with. The academic lineage has been cut off. These Confucian disciples no longer respect me!"

The old scholar had a somewhat lonely look on his face, his shoulders were slumped, his hands were folded on his knees, and he was a little discouraged. If he were still the literary sage who could join the Confucian Temple and worship the most holy teacher, his closed disciples would not be bullied. At least when Du Mao took action to bully Chen Pingan, the one who was in the south of Dongbaopingzhou A Confucian saint would not stand idly by and watch Du Mao beat Chen Pingan to death.

"The river is declining, and people's hearts are not as good as before!"

Hearing his teacher say this, a sharp edge flashed in his eyes, the sword in his hand vibrated, the sword clanked, and he said sternly.

"Whether the truth is true or not, whether others listen or not, truth always exists! Since some people are unwilling to listen to the truth or reason, then the long sword in my hand will be useful!"

As a pure swordsman in the Fourteenth Realm, Zuo Zuo can reason, but if the reason doesn't make sense, he can only look at the sword in his hand and kill those who don't agree!

"Teacher, don't worry. This disciple will go to Tongye Continent immediately and ask the Sword Tongye Sect to see if they can withstand the sword in my hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into sword light and rushed into the sky, tearing apart the sky of Hanging Mountain and heading straight to the north of Tongye Continent.

Wen Sheng saw this, his face showed a look of relief, looked in the direction of Tongyezhou, and cursed loudly.

"Fuck him!"

Although the black-clothed girl didn't know what happened, she followed suit, stood up on the bench, pointed in the direction of Tongyezhou, and cursed crisply.

"Fuck him!"

The left and right were originally disciples of Wen Sheng. Seeing this, the sage of the Confucian Academy frowned, hesitated for a moment, and did not stop him.

Instead, an old Taoist priest in the Upside-down Mountain looked up, raised his right hand, and pinched the Taoist formula, wanting to stop the fourteenth realm sword cultivator and not allow the Sword Qi Great Wall Great Sword Immortal to go to Haoran Tianxia.

Upside-down Mountain is the largest mountain seal in Haoran Tianxia. It is the great work of the second master of Baiyujing, and it is also the only way for the Sword Qi Great Wall and Haoran Tianxia. All Qi practitioners from various continents who go to the Sword Qi Great Wall through Upside-down Mountain must sign a mountain alliance, and their realm will be suppressed and reduced by half a realm.

The old Taoist priest sitting on the Upside-down Mountain is the disciple of Dao Lao Er, who has reached the Ascension Realm. If he uses the barrier formation with the largest mountain character imprinted on his feet, he can barely stop the pure sword cultivator of the Fourteenth Realm.

"If you dare to stop us, there is no need for Upside-down Mountain to exist!"

Suddenly, a cold and majestic voice sounded in the ears of the old Taoist priest, with a strong tone and no room for doubt.

The old Taoist priest showed bitterness on his face, and his hands froze, not daring to move rashly. He had heard that the owner of the voice was the blue-shirted swordsman who sat cross-legged at the highest point of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the number one swordsman in the world.

On this day, a dazzling sword light fell from the sky, condensing into a long river of time, surrounding the Tongye Sect.

Zuoyou Jian challenged Tongye Sect. His white clothes were whiter than snow and spotless. He broke into the gate of Tongye Sect alone and fought all the way to the ancestral hall on the top of the mountain. No one in the sect could resist the casual sword of this white-clothed sword fairy. Even the ancestral hall was chopped into ruins and its reputation was lost.

Zuoyou was not finished yet. He stood proudly on the top of the mountain with a sword in his hand, looking at the two Confucian saints sitting in the north of Tongye Continent and the south of Baoping Continent. There was a chill on his stern face and his eyes were full of sharpness.

In the sky north of Tongye Continent, there stood a Confucian scholar with an erratic figure. He was only in his seventies. He also had a golden jade pendant hanging around his waist, with the seal script "The Way Has Many Helpers".

In the sky south of Baoping Continent, there appeared a misty figure. It was vaguely visible that he was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a golden jade pendant hanging around his waist, with the seal script "I am good at nurturing the noble spirit".

Zuoyou took a deep breath, and the somewhat frustrated old face of the master emerged in his mind. He pointed the long sword in his hand at the old scholar and questioned.

"You are the saint responsible for observing the north of Tongyezhou. If you say that the Qigong practitioners of the tenth and eleventh realms travel the world, you can say that there are too many things in the world, and you can't take care of the lights of thousands of houses under your feet in the sky. You are blind, and you still can't see such a big Qigong practitioner in the ascending realm?"

The old man in his seventies still had no expression on his face, but his mouth moved slightly, as if he had a sarcastic look, and said coldly.

"Your master is no longer in the Confucian Temple, and there is no accompanying statue. The cultural heritage of the school has been broken. How our school acts, even your master has no right to control it?!"

"Are you saying that you look down on my master in front of me?"

Zuoyou narrowed his eyes slightly, showing his sharpness, holding the long sword tightly in his palm, and the back of his hand showed clear blue veins, and asked coldly.

"I said this to your face, what can you do?"

"Your teacher's knowledge is a shit-stirring stick, a stinking fly, ruining the great cause of our Confucian orthodoxy."

The old scholar took a step forward, and the infinite aura between heaven and earth gathered and wrapped him up. He cursed with righteousness and fearlessness.

Left and right were extremely angry, and their sword eyes slowly opened, staring at the old scholar with cold eyes, and said sarcastically.

"When my teacher was at the peak of his career, you studied hard to learn his knowledge! If I remember correctly, you even went to ask Cui Luo, the traitor, for advice!"

"Cui Luo has done few good things in his life. The only thing he did right was to scold you, saying that you have learned nothing but your teacher's sanctimoniousness. He also suggested that Confucianism should issue a title of hypocrite in the future to keep pace with the upright gentleman. It was really a sharp point!"

The old Confucian scholar's face flushed when he heard this, and he became angry and embarrassed. His literary courage was shaken, and he communicated with the aura between heaven and earth, condensed into a beam of light, and bombarded the white-clothed sword fairy.

"Reasoning really doesn't work, we still have to take action!"

The black hair fluttered on the left and right, and the long sword in his hand slashed out, and the long river of time surrounding Tongye Sect surged, drowning the aura of light. A bright sword light rose from under the water and slashed directly at the two Confucian scholars with shocked expressions on their faces.

"You have actually been promoted to the fourteenth realm?!"

The gap between the thirteenth realm and the fourteenth realm is like a natural chasm, which is even greater than the gap between the Nascent Soul Realm and the Ascension Realm. The two Ascension Realm Confucian scholars joined forces and were unable to resist this dazzling sword light.

Suddenly, the sky was torn apart, and a big hand with a green shirt sleeve stretched out, pinching the dazzling sword light with two fingers. The arm kept shaking, and the big sleeves rolled. It was obvious that pinching this sword light was not easy.

A majestic holy voice came from the sky, and it was not known whether it was directed at Zuoyou or the two Confucian saints, scolding.

"Nonsense!"

Zuoyou looked up at the sky, and a firm look appeared on his cold face. There were billions of sword energy brewing in his eyes, and terrifying energy could burst out at any time. He said coldly.

"Why, hit the younger one, here comes the older one! If your group wants to restart the struggle between the Three and Four, I will do it on my behalf, sir!"

The left and right are not afraid at all. There are only a few disciples of the Wen Sheng lineage, but they are all the proud sons of heaven. They are not afraid of the Yasheng lineage. The old scholars, left and right, Qi Jingchun has reached the fourteenth level, and Jun Qian has also reached the peak of the thirteenth level. , the cultivation level of half-step Martial God Realm, if you really want to fight with the literary saints, who will lose and who will win is really not sure!

The owner of the arm did not respond. He flicked his wrist, and the breeze gathered in his sleeves, like a rolling river, directly wrapping the two Confucian scholars in it, and said.

"Follow me to the Confucian Temple and shut yourself up to think about your mistakes."

Left and Right snorted coldly, pointed the sword in his hand straight at the sky, and said loudly without giving in at all.

"How can this be the case? I won't agree!"

"If I don't give an explanation today, I will go to the Confucian Temple and throw out all the seventy statues including you and the ceremonial saint, except for the statue of the Holy Master, and then invite my husband in! "

As soon as he said these words, the owner of the arm paused slightly. Thinking of the daring behavior of the old scholar, he couldn't help but feel a headache, and then he said.

"Take it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky closed, and two golden jade pendants fell from the air. He reached out to catch them, then sheathed his sword and said with satisfaction.

"This is a bit sincere. Junior brother finally didn't get a beating in vain this time!"

The figures on the left and right became illusory and transparent, disappeared on the top of Tongye Sect Mountain, and appeared outside the east gate of Old Dragon City, standing in front of the miserable Chen Pingan, looking down at the straw-shoe boy.

At this time, Chen Ping'an had regained consciousness. The sword energy behind him surged out with extremely pure sword energy, nourishing his body and activating the sword energy in his body. The sword energy moved in an extremely complicated route. Running, repairing torn flesh and broken bones, the injuries on the body healed at an alarming speed.

Chen Ping'an's face showed a bit of bitterness and depression, he raised his head and looked around, and asked softly.

"Did I do something wrong?"

The white clothes on the left and right are better than the snow, spotless, ethereal and refined, like gods among gods, shaking their heads slightly.

"I will be more careful next time, for example, learn the Yin Yang family's deduction technique. I thought I could solve it myself, but I didn't expect that monk's level to be so high!"

Chen Ping'an promised with a bit of annoyance on his face and a depressed heart.

"Are you disappointed in me?"

He bent down from left to right, placed his right hand on Chen Ping'an's head, rubbed it gently, and said with a smile.

"No, the truth is the truth, you did a good job! Your cultivation is just a little weak!"

Chen Pingan smiled reassuringly and looked at Zheng Dafeng who was lying on the ground. His expression dimmed and he quickly got up and helped him up and sent him back to Chenchen Pharmacy.

Zheng Dafeng's spine was broken. The pure Qi cultivated by a martial artist in the ninth realm has completely dissipated, and he has become a useless person. However, he still has some physical strength left, which is equivalent to the body of a martial artist in the fifth and sixth realms. He is lifeless. worry. But it is estimated that even if the injury is recovered, the rest of his life will be worse than death.

At the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall, Zhou Jue watched the excitement and nodded slightly. He did a good job on both sides. He was able to get some justice for Chen Pingan. However, Zheng Dafeng was dead and Old Yang turned a blind eye. It was a bit too close. A favor.

"Old man Yang, Zheng Dafeng was beaten into a dog. As a master, you are indifferent. It is too heartless!"

Zhou Jue used the technique of transmitting sounds from thousands of miles away, with a sneer on his face. He was sarcastic and sarcastic towards Old Man Yang, not caring that Old Man Yang's face became more and more gloomy.

Old Man Yang's status in Shinto is second only to the five supreme gods. His cultivation is extremely powerful. His realm is still at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm. In his heyday, his strength was even comparable to the ten ancient giants. His disciple was deposed because of some scruples. , it was difficult to take action, and he was already holding back his anger. Now that he was ridiculed by Zhou Jue in front of his face, he became even more angry, but he still spoke harshly.

"It's just rootless duckweed, not even as good as the weeds on the roadside. It deserves to be beaten to death!"

"Zheng Dafeng really hired the wrong master and deserves to be bullied!"

"The old scholar still talks about friendship, and the disciples are united!"

Zhou Jue smiled, the sarcasm on his face became more and more obvious, and he sneered unceremoniously.

Old Man Yang remained silent, picked up the old cigarette stick, put it to his mouth and took a deep puff. After a few breaths, he exhaled a stream of green smoke, covering his clear face. Only a pair of eyes became more and more gloomy and dark, which made people feel sad. Feeling chilled.

The smile on Zhou Jue's face became more and more obvious. It was enough to stab old man Yang with a few words. The old guy would definitely react, otherwise he would be weakening the literary saint lineage.

In Luzhou, Beiju, a small town at the foot of Lion Peak, there is a shop similar to a dusty medicine shop. Li Er's honest face showed a respectful look, and he stared at the wisp of incense in front of him, and an old voice came from it.

"Li Er, your junior brother was crippled and his entire back was broken. He is still lying in bed. Even if he recovers from his illness in the future, he will still be a man who cannot straighten his back."

"Don't you care about your old man?"

"I'm not Dafeng's father. I learned my skills and didn't die outside. What else do you want?!"

Old Man Yang's voice was filled with annoyance, but if he really didn't care, why would he need to notify Li Er? When something happened, the disciples obeyed him, but the old scholar did not take any action, leaving his disciples to seek justice. If he were to die in person, he would suffer a huge loss, but it's not like he doesn't have disciples.

"Master, can I go to Tongye Sect?"

"what ever!"

As soon as the words fell, the smoke from the incense disappeared. Li Er's face instantly became extremely gloomy. This honest and simple man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, like a bloodthirsty beast.

This tenth-level warrior first took a boat to Laolong City. His momentum rose along the way, and he inexplicably entered the state of returning to the truth. He felt good. After all, it was better to have a harder fist to demolish someone's ancestral hall!

Li Er arrived in Laolong City and beat the major families in Laolong City to tears, and the ancestral halls of each family became ruins. Then he moved to Tongyezhou and demolished the ancestral hall that Tongye Sect had just repaired again, beating the monks of the two continents speechless and silent.