Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 49 Eight hundred years of arbitrary judgment on earth, only for the people of the world to guard the world!

Just when Qi Yanglong was surprised that Zhang Fulang had reappeared.

In the picture of the golden list above the nine heavens, suddenly the years have changed.

Above the South Mountain, among the clouds and mist, there was a peaceful silence.

Only a lone tomb still hovers over the top of the mountain.

Silence.

But for some reason, the storm between heaven and earth suddenly changed, and countless heavenly thunder and lightning suddenly exploded in the sky.

Only a long roar of Qingyue was heard.

“800 years, come and go. I don’t know if there are still people in the world who remember my name Zhang Fuwan! ”

A long roar fell, and the figure of Qingshan suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, looking solemnly at the lonely grave in front of him.

Smiled.

“It’s really decent.”

But as soon as the words fell, the figure that seemed to be a little old suddenly disappeared again.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the East Sea Martial Emperor City!

At the head of Wudi City, Wang Xianzhi had long been defeated, and Xu Nian and Deng Tai’a were two tall figures suspended in the sky.

Suddenly, he noticed that an old figure appeared in front of him.

Xu Nian stared at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

I saw that standing in front of the two of them at this time was an old man wearing a cyan robe with a fairy-like demeanor.

Although Xu Nian and the two had never seen the old man in front of them, for some reason, when they saw this face, a strange sense of familiarity slowly appeared in their hearts.

It was as if they had inadvertently seen it sometime.

Xu Nian slightly hugged his fist and saluted: “Sir, I don’t know…”

Only halfway through the words, the old man in front of him suddenly waved his hand, and gently spit out a sentence between his sleeves.

“The old man’s name is Zhang Fulang, the rest don’t need to be asked, I’m here today just to fight with the two of you.”

After speaking, the old palms slowly squeezed.

A heavenly thunder actually fell out of thin air without warning, majestic like a pillar above the Kyushu Palace, and smashed fiercely towards Xu Nian and Deng Tai’a!

“Old piff! What are you doing! ”

Xu Nian’s figure swept back, and he could avoid the blow of heavenly thunder.

Immediately, spring thunder appeared in the palm of his hand, and he shouted angrily.

On the contrary, the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai’a on the side, after dodging the blow of the heavenly thunder, quietly put away the peach blossom branch that had never left his body, and slowly took out a small sword box.

Compared to his nephew, Deng Tai’a was much calmer.

“Since the senior wants to fight with the two of me, then the two of me, let’s try the senior’s jin two!”

“Just you?”

Facing the first sword god in the world and joining forces with Xu Nian, who had just defeated Wang Xianzhi, Zhang Fulang’s tone was light and unhurried, as if what was in front of him was just two small ants.

I saw Zhang Fuxian casually and said softly in his mouth.

“Bang.”

The sound is calm as usual, like the spring water of a mountain stream.

But extremely majestic!

It was as if a word came out of his mouth was the constitution of the heavenly path in the heavens.

The voice fell.

Deng Tai’a, who was holding 12 flying swords, his figure suddenly became illusory.

He also seemed to realize something, and was about to drive the flying sword to turn his hand and attack, but the twelve flying swords suspended and trembling in the palm of his hand had not yet struck, but Deng Tai’a suddenly disappeared as if he had never appeared here.

Only countless flying peach petals were left withering and falling down.

Other than that, there is no trace!

Seeing this, Xu Nian’s eyebrows quickly appeared with a touch of horror.

Although Deng Tai’a did not have the blessing of luck around him, when it came to strength, there was no one who used the sword in Kyushu!

But such a strong man disappeared in just one word in front of Zhang Fuwan.

“Old piff! What did you do! ”

The strange scene in front of him also made Xu Nian a little incomprehensible, and he had to be careful.

In the palm of his hand holding the Wind Thunder Short Knife, cold sweat unconsciously oozed out.

In the face of Xu Nian’s voice reprimand, Zhang Fulang just smiled indifferently.

“Compared to Deng Tai’a, I want to test your level more.”

“His presence was a bit of a hindrance after all, so I banished him to the Wu Family Sword Tomb.”

Xu Nian was stunned.

Zhang Fuwan in front of him actually only said one word, and exiled the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Taihe to the Wu Family Sword Tomb in the border wilderness?

Whoever sounds like this, it’s ridiculous and ridiculous.

But this scene in front of him forced Xu Nian to believe all this.

Don’t dare to slack off again now.

I saw Xu Nian drink in his mouth, and the world’s qi luck gathered around him suddenly condensed, like a golden sword that pierced straight into the sky!

“I carry the luck of the world, and I have been reborn with real martial arts!”

“If you want to fight, then fight!”

The sound of drinking is like the phoenix chirping on the Wutong Stream, the clear moon is awe-inspiring, but it is like the killing sound between the intersection of golden iron horses!

The voice passed through the Kyushu sky, and finally condensed a hundred zhang figure after Xu Niansheng.

The phantom was dressed in simple and complicated golden armor, holding the imperial long sword in his hand, and his face was majestic, like an emperor who suppressed the world.

Zhenwu Emperor Faxiang!

Facing the shadow of Baizhang standing in the clouds and sky, the indifferent smile on Zhang Fuxiang’s face still did not change.

Just a few fingers gently pinched out.

As if muttering to himself.

“The saint descends.”

Then, before Xu Nian could react, a giant hand that was enough to cover the sky actually slammed down as if it appeared out of thin air.

In just an instant, I heard a shattering sound like the roar of an ancient bell, echoing in the sky!

Countless flying fragments of light and shadow filled out in an instant, and then turned into bits and pieces of fireflies and dissipated into the world.

With just one palm, he shattered Xu Nian’s true martial arts statue!

Between the storm, Zhang Fuxiang helped the clouds, and his smile was gentle and kind.

Behind him, a dirt and stone statue running through heaven and earth stood abruptly.

Holding a simple scroll in his hand.

Statue of a saint!

The kind old man in front of him turned out to be a Confucian-like existence that had not appeared in thousands of years!

Its strength is terrifying!

Off screen.

When countless heroes in Kyushu saw this scene, they were all heartbroken.

No one had ever imagined that Zhang Fuwan’s Confucian Saint strength would be so terrifying.

Even far above the rest of the Confucian saints, one level alone!

Xu Xiao’s gaze fell on the shattered Zhenwu Emperor Law in the picture.

His eyes were full of incredulity, full of shock, and a touch of inexplicable and intense ecstasy.

Although he couldn’t believe it, the facts were already in front of his eyes, and he couldn’t choose.

It took a long time to make a sound, muttering in a voice that no one could hear.

“Xu Nian… It turned out to be the reincarnation of the True Martial Emperor! ”

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