Chapter 15 The Gentleman’s Sword (please read it!)

"This is Zhou Wuji, the third disciple of the Taoist leader of the Tianzong. He is only twenty this year, but he is already a junior master for three days. He is known as the disciple with the highest talent in Taoism in a century and is expected to become a grand master. The Taoist leader of the Tianzong is willing to give this disciple

Zhou Wuji dispatched it, and it seemed that this trip was inevitable.

Beside Chu Ci, another masked elder from Dengxianlou introduced Chu Ci enthusiastically.

This person is wearing a mask, but judging from his hairstyle, with a few strands of dragon whiskers and bangs fluttering on his temples, he seems to be young.

"You have just been promoted to elder, I am Sun Yong."

Sun Yong raised his hand towards Chu Ci.

"Zhao She."

Chu Ci nodded slightly.

Looking at the front again, Huang Xiong, the East Protector of the Immortal Tower, Lu Qingfeng, the deputy master of the Tieyi Pavilion, and Zhou Wuji, the third disciple of the Taoist Tianzong, are at the front.

At this moment, the sound of wheels rolling was heard.

About two hours.

The sword pointed suddenly forward.

The body of the woman in peach clothing was still flying upside down, and there was no way to avoid it.

'The ultimate master?'

This man in Confucian attire gave Chu Ci the feeling that his strength was above that of the junior grandmaster, but he did not look like a great master.

After just one glance, Chu Ci looked back.

From behind in the thick fog, a huge carriage appeared, pulled by eight horses.

Naturally, it is impossible to dispatch so many innate strong men just for these people.

This is a relatively vague realm. The general idea is that it is a little stronger than a junior grandmaster, and there are faint signs of breaking through to the ultimate master.

The gentleman's sword in his hand was swung in the air, and he held the sword in his palm to block the 'Way of Heaven' move.

Junze turned around and looked at Zhou Wuji above the white crane, his lips frivolous.

"Taoist Tianzong, Zhou Wuji."

Clang!

A sword sound resounded from the sky above.

These three swords do not belong to any of the eight sects, but when Confucianism is needed to join forces, the eight sects will obey the orders of the three swords, and the eight sects of Confucianism will act in unison as a whole.

He has a handsome face and two strands of white hair fluttering in front of his forehead.

"Little fairy, I will take you home."

"What a gentleman, what a gentleman's sword."

The man in scholarly clothes walked down the wind, looked at the peach-clothed woman with a gentle smile, then raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of the peach-clothed woman's mouth, and there was an icy cold light shining in the corner of his eye.

The other hand was raised, and Qingfeng moved instantly, holding it in his hand.

The three swords are the Junzi Sword, the Confucian Style Sword, and the Tianxia Sword, which symbolize the Confucian concepts of ‘cultivation of one’s morality’, ‘harmonizing one’s family’, and ‘pacifying the world’.

Gentleman's Sword.

At noon, when the dazzling sunshine was at its strongest, the team had left Lieyang City dozens of miles away and arrived at a mountain villa.

The moment Chu Ci looked around, Lu Qingfeng had already appeared behind the peach-clothed woman, and the Emei thorn had already been stabbed out.

Huang Xiong shouted loudly, and the figure of Lu Qingfeng, who was wearing an iron ghost mask, moved instantly, his movements extremely fast.

Chu Cigou was outside the battle circle, looking at the man in Confucian clothes standing on the hilt of the sword.

Chu Ci mingled among the crowd, trying his best to avoid the fight. If he couldn't avoid it, he just blocked it. At the same time, he was observing the people in the villa.

Junze stood on the spot, not drawing his sword, but looking tenderly at the peach-clad woman beside him.

At this time, everyone else in the villa was basically killed, and more than fifty innate masters surrounded them.

"Everyone in the world has said that a gentleman has a sword and a person to protect the Tao."

When he and Shi Huai were chatting about the mountains, he took the opportunity to ask a lot of questions, including information about Confucianism.

His target was a woman in the crowd who was protected by many layers of clothing and holding a sword. The woman was obviously injured.

'Three little masters, more than fifty innate masters, and hundreds of innate monsters. It seems that this gentleman's sword will have a hard time walking out of this villa alive today.'

"The anti-Ying alliance will be established in the world. As one of the three swords of Confucianism..."

'What's so special about this lady in peach clothing?'

The sound of wind came, and a white crane flapped its wings and landed on the ground. Standing on the back of the white crane, Zhou Wuji, an elegant young man, looked at the man in Confucian clothes with a smile, cupped his fists and saluted.

Exit Lieyang City from the nearest city gate and head all the way north.

"Don't rush me, I know."

Huang Xiong shouted sharply.

Ten feet away, Chu Ci was hanging upside down under the eaves to avoid the battle.

The strong wind exploded instantly, and the woman was instantly blown several feet away.

"Little fairy, you will get wrinkles when you are angry."

The man in scholarly clothes glanced at Huang Xiong and Lu Qingfeng, then slashed down with the sword in his hand.

For a moment, miserable sounds echoed from inside the village.

The strength of these people is not strong, most of them are only at the second level of martial arts, and there is no way they can be the opponents of the innate strong men like Tieyi Pavilion and Dengxian Tower.

I saw that Huang Xiong, who was in the realm of a little master, fell with his palm, and the strong wind scattered all the people protecting him, while the peach-clothed woman subconsciously slashed out with her sword.

If you look carefully, you can see that it is a prison van, with the body covered with black cloth.

"Lu Qingfeng!"

"Zhou Wuji, fight quickly!"

"I wanted to play with you for a while longer, but now it seems that I can only wait for you in my next life."

"I saw you today, and it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Zhou Wuji frowned, obviously disgusted with being urged.

The peach-clad woman ignored the blood at the corner of her mouth and looked anxious in her eyes.

"It was you who hurt the little fairy?"

"What are you doing here?!"

Suddenly, Huang Xiong, the protector of Dengxian Tower East, who had been overlooking the fight from the rooftop, suddenly moved.

This stab went straight to the back of the peach-clad woman's heart.

The powerful sword energy suddenly fell. Huang Xiong and Lu Qingfeng both retreated to avoid the sharp edge, leaving a three-foot sword mark several feet deep on the ground.

I saw a green blade falling to the ground. On the hilt, a man in Confucian clothes stood elegantly.

"kill."

The peach blossoms are in full bloom here, and the scenery is elegant.

"Half-step to the extreme."

"Set off."

There are no saints alive in contemporary Confucianism. Since the death of the last generation of Confucian saints, Confucianism has been divided into three schools and eight schools. All eight schools claim to be orthodox, and maintain relations with each other through the "three swords". They are considered harmonious, and they are all called disciples of Confucianism to the outside world.

"The way of heaven."

There is a sense of freedom and ease in his eyes, holding the peach-clothed woman with one hand and holding the sword across the other.

The entire villa suddenly became chaotic, and the sounds of fighting continued.

"When the peach is born, its flowers are shining brightly. When the son returns, it will be suitable for his family."

Chu Ci glanced at the name of the villa from a distance: Xintao.

The order came and the whole team began to march on horseback.

Although the sword was not drawn, extremely powerful sword energy condensed into an invisible sword, which directly killed the peach-clad woman beside Junze.

After the order was given, the people in Tieyi Pavilion and Dengxian Pavilion all jumped up on their horses and jumped directly into the villa with Qinggong. Chu Ci was naturally among them.

There was solemnity in both of their eyes.

As for those monsters, they didn't dare to get close to them under the sword energy of the man in Confucian clothes.

Chu Ci continued to linger, observing the changes in the battle circle. He was a little curious. Why did he send out so many people just for this woman in peach clothes, and it was obviously life or death?

Then I saw that the huge prison car was opened. When the cage was opened, hundreds of monsters rushed out from it, slammed through the main entrance of the villa, and all rushed in.

Both Huang Xiong and Lu Qingfeng quickly retreated the moment the sound of the sword sounded.

Chu Ci was at the end of the team all the way.

"I stand with a long sword facing the wind, I ride a white horse to laugh at the mountains and rivers, I brew fine wine with new peaches, and I promise the people of Yi a happy life."

Junze's sword intent was fully activated, and the swords in the hands of everyone in the entire villa were buzzing, and the monsters were even shaken by this sword intent and made wailing and whimpering sounds.

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