Library of Heaven’s Path

The tricks of the other party seem complicated and complicated. In fact, there are only 12 strokes to go back and forth.

Just like his heavenly swordsmanship, there is only one trick in practice. It can fight thousands of strokes without repeating, all of which are derived.

The meaning is not heavy, and the intention is to move.

The twelve tricks were deduced in my mind, and Zhang Hang was a little surprised.

This hammer method is actually the same as the Lingyun sword **** that was cultivated before. It is divided into twelve strokes and requires a certain order.

"correct!"

The tricks have entered the mind, and the library has been used. The spirit has moved, and the twelve tricks of the Tiandao hammer method have been combined. The correct order appears in front of the body, and the internal forces work in sequence, constantly waving.

Bang!

After only running twice, I felt that the strength of the body was born, and a clear understanding appeared in my mind.

"This is... the hammer of God!"

The skin shook.

I did not expect to merge the other's hammering method into the body, directly forming the Tiandao hammer method, and also reached the level of true gods, just like the previously learned God's sword.

Hey!

Comprehend the meaning of the hammer of the gods, the brawny in front of the eyes, the loopholes, and not the opponent, a few strokes were hammered to the ground.

In front of the flower, I found out that I was standing in front of the picture.

Hey! Hey!

Zhang Xuan hurriedly looked up and saw the colorful picture in front of him. The dazzling color disappeared and turned into a black and white color, exactly the same as the one I saw before.

Zhang hangs his eyes.

Is it possible to enter the picture and comprehend the martial arts of God to make the picture dim?

Say it like this...

"Confucius once entered the temple and captured a **** character. The opening master of Lingyun Jiange had taken away half of the gods... wouldn't it be this?"

Eight pictures, one dull and dull, like the hammered man, just a pair of long swords, colorful, half of the color, said that the corresponding half of the "God" can be said.

"It’s no wonder that the Twelve Tricks Method is similar to the twelve tricks of Ling Yunjian."

Zhang Hang stunned.

Ling Yunjian is also a twelfth move. It is the same as the hammer method in front of me. It was strange just now. Now I understand what is going on.

The opening ancestor of Lingyun Jiange should be tied with the people in the scroll, so... only got half a word, although he learned twelve tricks from the other side, but he never found the correct order of cultivation.

This led to Lingyun Jiange, even if it did not pass through the bridge, it could also create a false god, but the number is extremely rare, and the temple, this powerful force can not be compared.

"I have learned the twelfth stroke method. Doesn't it mean that I have won a **** word like the Confucius?"

If there is no guess, this place should be the place where the Confucius and the founding fathers were hard-pressed.

Just now, this is already equal to capturing a word!

It’s no wonder that thousands of years ago, except for these two, no one else succeeded, and it was not that simple to defeat the characters in the scroll.

He comprehended that "there is a sentiment in the sky", and repairing to achieve the late stage of the pseudo-deity, combat power, in addition to the Confucius, is definitely the first person in the mainland since ancient times!

This kind of strength, learned the Tiandao hammer method, and learned the other's tricks before they were able to win...

The difficulty is big, you can imagine it!

Switch to other people, but there is no Heavenly Library to learn martial arts, and even if you only look at it twice, you can find out the order and thoroughly integrate it.

"Capturing the gods, you can move on!"

Thinking about it, there are stone steps appearing again, spreading upwards and not seeing the end.

Zhang sighed and just wanted to step on it, suddenly stopped, and an idea came to mind.

"The time is still early... Since it is here, why not take the words from other paintings...?"

From entering the scroll to learning the hammer, defeating the opponent, it seems that the time is very long, in fact, never more than ten minutes, according to the time of the previous leak, up to a quarter!

Anyway, there is time, come and come... Of course, you have to take more words!

After all, he is not a sect of the sect, but several, and he can't be more than one!

Thinking of this, a slight smile, the body swayed to the colorful picture of the hand-held sword, gently touched.

As before, enter it!

The person in the picture immediately stabbed it with a sword.

Zhang Xuan long sword dances, the sword of God is scattered.

After three breaths, the other person lay on the ground and turned into a pool of ink.

"Complete half of the gods of Lingyun Jiange..." Smile gently.

For this half of the gods, there are countless younger generations in the sword court, and they have not succeeded in succession. This is also their wish.

After the picture was completely turned into black and white, Zhang hanged in front of a picture of martial arts, without hesitation, and drilled in again.

Reappeared after five minutes, the picture turned gray.

With the first experience, this time I was at the same time as the other party, I was stealing his tricks, and then took the opportunity to form a heavenly method, which was twice as fast!

The remaining four paintings have more experience. In less than a quarter of an hour, they all went through it. After doing this, they went on the stone steps and went on to the third floor.

The third floor room is equally wide. There are no scrolls, no arrays, and so on. The lights are bright all around, and at first glance, nothing is empty.

Stopped and walked around for a week: "Confucius, if you are here, come out!"

It is time for the other party to set up a bureau and invite them to enter the country.

Sure enough, the voice ended and a tall figure appeared in front of him.

It is the Confucius!

Eyes picked up, Tong Changjian appeared in the palm of his hand, Zhang Suhang with indifference.

In order to get their own library, the other party did everything, and thought that they would not dare to appear. Since they came to the front, they must be born and died!

However, I quickly saw that something was wrong: "Why, is the deity not coming?"

The other party has only one idea, not the deity.

Is it already known that he has broken through to the false gods, for fear that he is not an adversary, dare not appear?

Ignore his words, hands behind his back, Confucius faintly said: "You can pass the examination of seven scrolls by one person, it is not easy, but you must also defeat me to qualify for the spirit of God! Have the opportunity to advance to the gods !"

"Win you? Come on!"

Seeing that he can't escape, ignore the nonsense of the other party, Zhang Suo Tong Chang Jian waving, Jian Mang straight down.

Knowing the strength of the other side, the sword of God is used as soon as it is shot.

"I don't take you cheap!"

A faint smile, the spirit of the Confucius movement, the power of the pseudo-realistic peak, the next moment with himself, reached the late stage of the pseudo-deity.

A fierce finger, a long sword, appeared in the palm of the hand, I do not know what level, but exudes a fierce chill, the figure flicked to the front.

Nourish!

The sword is like a dragon, and the breath is like a frost.

"Good and strong..."

Experts know if they have a shot.

Although Zhang Hang only played a few strokes with him, he immediately discovered that this, although only a thought of the Confucius, but the understanding of the swordsmanship, no worse than himself, and even still have it!

Under the same level, I did not even have the slightest advantage!

"How did you become so strong..."

Zhang is full of incredible.

Before the avatar and the other side fought, almost the same.

Now the same level is stronger than the avatar, and comprehend so many martial arts of the gods. Under normal circumstances, the idea of ​​dealing with each other should be easily defeated, and I did not expect it, but also fell to the bottom!

"He also used heavenly martial arts!"

Soon, I noticed the reason why I could not win.

In front of the Confucius, as with himself, he also used the martial arts without defects. The swordsmanship contains the rules of the avenue. It looks simple, but it is impossible to resist.

The tricks of your own display, against the defects, make people invincible, but the swordsmanship of the other side can change the rules and order of the swordsmanship. When a move is made, the opponent is equal to the disadvantage!

It's like, you have to stab up, but under the influence of the other sword, it will automatically change the direction of the stab, and become downward...

Just like being controlled by tricks, how can this be played?

"Is this the order of heaven?"

Zhang Hang heart is cold.

Before, I heard him say that the heavens and the order were orderly, but when he was fighting with the other side, he did not show it, and he did not care. At this moment, he understood how terrible it was.

Like the power of Kong Shiyao’s blood, it’s a law...

Even if you can find the defect, you can use it in front of the law!

Even if it is a slap in the face, even if it is full of grievances, as long as it breaks the law, it will also be sanctioned.

The other party’s heavenly order is just like this. It is clear that he has mastered the flaws in his tricks, but he can win the eye, and the other’s defects become the most correct order. It becomes a law that can be determined... How to fight?

"I don't believe in the same level, I will lose..."

The teeth clenched and the face was blue.

The same level, in addition to losing to the avatar, has never lost!

This guy, just a conversation with the Confucius, how could it not be overcome?

Is the other party's injury already intact and completely recovered?

Even so, don't believe it, it's so terrible!

Holding the sword in the right, all kinds of martial arts in the left hand are flying and spreading.

For a moment, Zhang Suhang became two people, one is good at swordsmanship, one is good at martial arts, and all of them have realized the artistic conception of God. In Shangang, you can open a sect, and the name is eternal.

In this battle, the combat power immediately doubled.

"Not bad!"

Confucius’s faint smile, also holding the sword in the right hand and the martial arts in his left hand.

Even in the instant, two people were made, and the tricks were comparable to him.

The hanging scalp blasted open.

Is it... this is the true strength of Confucius?

Before him, he really did not recover, but even the avatars defeated?

Hey!

In the continuous battle against a dozen strokes, Zhang Hang feels that it will continue, as in the previous picture, because the power consumption is too large and declining, the heart is more anxious.

The eyes are picked up, and a sizzling meaning emerges from the heart.

"It seems that you can only show the magic of the sky..."