I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 29 Don’t Fall Behind
Wenbu was about to turn around and ask what was going on.

"No wonder I let you escape last time. You're such a coward."

"But this time, you won't be so lucky!"

"Hand over the things, and I'll let you have an intact body!"

Feng Xuan and the other two looked at each other, and without surprise, looked at Gao Hongde and his group who surrounded them.

Except Yang Hongdao and Yuwen Hongren.

There were three other unfamiliar faces that I had never seen before.

"Junior Brother Feng, are you ready?"

"Next, we're going to get serious!"

hum!
The black gold sword vibrated and hummed slightly, and Feng Xuan jumped up with the black carp in his hand.

He actually stood on the black gold sword and took advantage of the momentum to move forward without waiting for the Confucian practitioners to debate with Chun Lei.

Mo Li had already taken the lead and stabbed into someone's body.

The man looked shocked, and while enduring the pain in his torn chest, he hugged Feng Xuan.

"Even if I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!"

Feng Xuan exerted a little force and found that it was not difficult to break free from the restraints.

Gao Hongde's tongue was like thunder, and he recited in an angry voice.

“When you draw your bow, you should use a strong one, and when you use your arrow, you should use a long one.”

"To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first."

The soul-demanding chant came from behind that person.

Feng Xuan's expression was calm, and he didn't even struggle.

Instead, he pushed the man and rushed towards Gao Hongde who was reciting poetry behind him.

Yang Hongdao, standing next to Gao Hongde, holds a jade pen.

The killer move "Viewing the Twin Weapons of Bingfeng" has already been written down.

"The cold light within the sheath hides a gentleman, the sharp energy within the box hides a true dragon."

"Two swords stand side by side, sharpened together, and the eternal text shakes the heavens."

Nie Wenyuan held the cold moon in his hand, threw it across the sky, and headed straight for Feng Xuan.

The longbow and sharp arrow shot towards Wenbu.

Two magical swords, one red and one white, swirled and entangled, stabbing towards the chest of the fellow Confucian scholar.

Seeing that Leng Yue was about to cut Feng Xuan's back, Feng Shuangjian was about to pierce the scholar and dig out Feng Xuan's heart.

Feng Xuan's feet took root and his strength flowed through his whole body.

The Gangfengyun body that had been practicing for one hundred and twenty years suddenly exerted its strength.

Zhen Fei hugged his Confucian scholar.

He squatted down, exerted force with his feet, and seemed to be leaning over the ground.

He leaped forward several feet close to the ground, and slashed the ink carp in his hand horizontally, slashing at Yang Hongdao who was writing again.

Yang Hongdao's expression changed drastically. He never expected this.

The primary target of Feng Xuan and the other two was not Gao Hongde, who had the highest level of cultivation.

Nor is it a nameless trio with weaker strength.

Instead, he targeted himself.

The jade pen turned into a flying needle. Without time to think, Yang Hongdao threw the jade pen in his hand and stabbed it at the back of Feng Xuan's head.

Ruo Fengxuan insisted on cutting off Yang Hongdao's legs.

The jade pen will pierce Feng Xuan's brain.

"The great scholar's jade pen is thrown away just like that. Junior Brother Yang is truly generous."

"As expected of the adopted son of the Holy Emperor."

Watching his best friend die in front of him, his heart ripped out.

Zhang Guozi really couldn't stand the cold-bloodedness of these three powerful people.

While making sarcastic remarks, he also threw out the war poem in his hand.

"A general would spare no expense in buying a precious sword, and show his prowess on the battlefield."

"Draw your sword and chop the mountain apart, the enemy's blood will turn into a blue wave!"

Sonorous!

Nie Wenyuan's cold moon scimitar was powerful and heavy.

It collided with Yang Hongdao's twin weapons.

Both are like water without a source and are difficult to sustain.

The two Bingfeng instruments turned into a piece of cloud paper and were split into two parts.

The Lengyue Sword also fell to the ground, like a bright moon sinking and losing its brilliance.

Feng Xuan felt the sound of the jade pen breaking through the air.

But he had no intention of stopping.

He slashed the black carp with his right hand, and with his left hand, he took out a brass buckle from his bosom and blocked the back of his head.

The moment Zhang Guo saw the brass buckle.

The long sword that was originally aimed at Feng Xuan's waist changed direction.

He chopped at the jade pen that had pierced the surface of the brass buckle.

A shrill wailing sound came from the brass buckle, ringing in everyone's ears.

Boom!
A dull crashing sound sounded.

Yang Hongdao's pair of boots were shining brightly and his talent was overflowing.

He took Feng Xuan's sword strike head-on, but only left a faint white mark on his boots. Zhang Guo stepped forward, intending to remove the brass buckle behind Feng Xuan's head.

Feng Xuan slapped the ground with both palms and jumped up.

He kicked Zhang Guo in the chest.

He took advantage of the force to retreat and together with Wenbu blocked Gao Hongde's continuous rain of arrows.

"Yang Hongdao, can't you recognize this brass buckle?"

"That's clearly the personal belonging of the great scholar Song Zhi. How dare you..."

Yang Hongdao snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Zhang Guo!"

"Today's defeat is all due to your stubbornness and your decadent conservatism."

"If you survive, go back."

"I want to see how your master, Wang Wenzhong, will explain this to the Holy Emperor!"

Feng Xuan and the other two were extremely calm.

"If one of the six is ​​gone, what should we do next?"

Nie Wenyuan looked at Feng Xuan.

After spending a few days together, he also discovered that his junior brother was extraordinary.

"To deal with Confucian cultivators, you naturally have to fight fast with fast."

"Brother Wen, I'll leave these people in front to you."

"Senior Brother Nie and I will go get some reinforcements!"

After saying that, Feng Xuan actually rushed to the back, trying to break through the blockade of the two people behind him.

Wenbu looked confused and hadn't reacted yet.

The sound of Gao Hongde's chanting was already ringing in my ears.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You little rascal, you'll be in trouble when you get back!"

The black gold sword split the sky and pierced through the clouds at an extremely fast speed.

Gao Hongde didn't care at all and hummed again.

Same longbow, same arrows.

But this time, it wasn't a rain of arrows.

Yang Hongdao attacked from the left with two swords in hand, while Zhang Guo attacked from the right with a saber in hand.

Gao Hongde waited for an opportunity to attack, harassing the enemy with bows and arrows, and even killing them.

Wenbu was helpless and could no longer wield his sword to fight the enemy.

He held the black gold magic sword in his hand, blocking left and dodging right, and occasionally turning the sword into a shield.

He fought one against three and still held his own.

Yuwen Hongren looked at Feng Xuan who was coming towards him.

The cloud paper in his hand quietly changed, and an eight-foot-long spear stabbed straight towards him.

"A spear three feet high is five feet of ice, but the young men of Yang are just the right ones to warm it up."

"The north wind blows the spear flowers to the ground and scatters them, and the white grass suddenly opens with hibiscus marks."

Nie Wenyuan raised his sword and took the spear from Yuwen Hongren.

"Your opponent is me!"

A sneer appeared on Yuwen Hongren's lips.

The last Confucian scholar also had a cold and indifferent smile on his face.

"I never thought that I, Dugu Luoren, would be looked down upon!"

Nie Wenyuan's expression changed drastically when he heard this.

The knife in his hand paused, and was almost pierced by the spear.

Feng Xuan didn't care.

His body movements are changing, both real and fake.

Dugu Luoren was different from other Confucian scholars. He directly drew the sword from his waist.

Dang Dang Dang!
Mo Li and Qiu Shui's sword clashed several times.

"What a fast sword! What a sharp sword!"

Looking at the falling sleeves, Feng Xuan looked solemn.

Dugu Luoren was a little displeased: "He actually blocked it!"

Tai Chi is good at defense, using slowness to defeat speed, and using softness to overcome hardness.

It is exactly the opposite of Dugu Luoren's fast sword, which only advances but never retreats and attacks but never defends.

The victory or defeat between the two does not depend on the sword, nor on the moves.

It all depends on their understanding of kendo.

In his previous life, Feng Xuan practiced Tai Chi sword for decades, and he had already become one with the sword.

Dugu Luoren is an absolute genius in swordsmanship. He rarely meets a famous teacher and becomes proficient in swordsmanship every ten years.

He is almost invincible in the sword art of the Yang Kingdom.

"Boy, tell me your name."

"You deserve to let me know your name!"

"Under my sword, Dugu Luoren, I will not kill nameless people!"

Feng Xuan said nothing, but turned his sword into a circle, stuck to Dugu Luoren's sword, and stabbed the opponent back.

(End of this chapter)