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

Chapter 32: A man of both literary and military talents, a man of extraordinary strategy, and a man of cunning
Wen Bu's Eight Gates Mysterious Gold Sword Formation is actually not very advanced.

But the moment the sword formation rose, Nie Wenyuan took out eight kinds of materials from his storage bag and inserted them into the base of the Eight Gates Formation using a special method.

Yang Hongdao and Zhang Guo just felt something was wrong.

But it was too late.

The two were trapped in the sword formation, and Feng Xuan and Nie Wenyuan drew their swords together.

His figure was hidden in the sky full of dark golden sword shadows, and he attacked Yang Hongdao and the other man respectively.

Yang Hongdao grasped the Bingfeng double weapon again and collided it with the Moli sword.

"The legend of a gentleman is that today we must stop the evil and enforce justice on behalf of Heaven!"

Feng Xuan snorted coldly and did not answer. The spiritual fluid in his body continued to explode, and the spiritual power on the sword increased by another point.

Yang Hongdao was also no longer retained.

He turned around and shouted in a deep voice, and his energy turned into mist, blocking everyone's sight.

The uncertain shadow of the black gold sword made it difficult to lock onto his position and interfere with his movements.

The sword moves of the gentleman are graceful and it seems that all the sword moves have been exhausted, but they are cleverly changed, like ethereal clouds.

Compared to Dugu Luoren's constant advance and no retreat, Yang Hongdao is unpredictable and has endless moves.

Feng Xuan responds to all changes with constancy, Tai Chi rotates in a circle, as if sealed and closed.

The powerful spiritual power and the weight of the black carp far exceed those of ordinary swords.

Often when a sword is swung out, it carries great force and power, destroying everything.

Talent surged in Yang Hongdao's body, and he held the swords of the Gentleman and the Nine-Five behind him, and unleashed powerful and unique moves.

"A wash of the dark clouds and the blooming of the sky!"

The two swords moved one forward and one backward, forming a circle, with mysterious runes covering the entire circle.

The next moment, the two swords slashed instantly, with the force of the tide and the wind and clouds. The swords changed color like the blue clouds, shocking people for hundreds of miles.

Yang Hongdao himself spun like a top and slashed towards Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan, however, used all the spiritual power in his body, and a black evil spirit appeared on the Moli sword.

From bottom to top, his body moved with the sword, turning into a sword circle and slashing towards Yang Hongdao's lower body.

"The end of the evil!"

In the Eight Gates Sword Formation, the black gold faded and turned into an ink-and-wash mountain scene.

Yang Hongdao's movements paused, and Feng Xuan seized the opportunity and chopped at his feet.

Nie Wenyuan held Leng Yue in his hand, shattering the scroll. The flying knife broke through the air and hit Zhang Guo right between the eyebrows.

Wen Bu suddenly shouted, "Brother Feng, be careful!"

As the main person in charge, he was the first to discover Yang Hongdao's little movements.

The teachings of a gentleman are about actual attack, but the title of Emperor Jiuwu is not something that can be transformed by talent and paper.

It was the transformation of the jade pen that Yang Hongdao had intended to use to kill Feng Xuan.

The Legend of the Gentleman blocked Mo Li's heavy sword, but the Seal of the Nine Fives shot towards Feng Xuan Tianling again.

Feng Xuan faced another dilemma. Unless he drew his sword to block, he would have to cut off Yang Hongdao's feet.

That was also the moment when the jade pen pierced his head.

Feng Xuan cursed in his heart: "This jade pen must have been used by a great scholar."

"Not only did it hide from my spiritual senses, it was also indestructible."

But Feng Xuan did not change his moves. The Xunfeng spiritual patterns on his feet flashed, and the speed of his body rotation suddenly increased by several points.

The jade pen brushed against Feng Xuan's body, and at an angle, it actually pierced through one of the eight array bases.

The cloth boots on Yang Hongdao's feet were shining brightly. He teleported dozens of meters in the air and stood in front of the broken formation base.

"Yang has taken note of the great gifts you three have given me today!"

Whoosh!
The flying knife broke through the air, and Nie Wenyuan, regardless of the burden on his body, once again displayed his flying knife skills.

Before Yang Hongdao could even react, he was stabbed in the chest.

Wenbu staggered over cursing, intending to finish him off.

Yang Hongdao suddenly opened his eyes, slapped the book bag at his waist, and a stone seal the size of a baby's forearm flew out.

Pressed towards Wenbu's forehead.

Wen Bu was shocked. Nie Wenyuan's flying knife skills never missed their target.

He never thought that Nie Wenyuan would fail when facing a cultivator of the same level.

What is even more unexpected is that Yang Hongdao was still full of energy despite suffering one attack after another.

"Old Wen!"

Nie Wenyuan screamed in shock. After two consecutive attacks, his physical strength was already exhausted.

His face was pale at this moment, and even standing up was a luxury.

Feng Xuan was as swift as the wind, with his back to the stone seal, and he threw Wen Bu to the ground. Bang!
Feng Xuan vomited blood, spraying Wen Bu's face.

Yang Hongdao stood up again and wanted to escape.

Wen Bu, however, was like a madman, holding the black gold magic sword, slashing and attacking wildly, disregarding his life and without any rules.

Yang Hongdao naturally would not miss such a rare opportunity.

He touched his book bag and cursed in his heart.

"Damn it!"

"After so many fierce battles, the stationery I brought with me has been almost used up."

He casually glanced at the book bag on Zhang Guo's waist.

"I'm afraid this guy isn't any better."

Yang Hongdao seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly a jade slip appeared in his hand.

While Wenbu's middle door was wide open, his talent surged and the jade slip flew out like a cannonball, piercing Wenbu's chest directly.

"It's worthy of being a legacy from the Immortal Mansion. The materials are indeed extraordinary!"

Feng Xuan stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up the sword again, and killed Yang Hongdao.

Yang Hongdao was unwilling to continue the fight, so he threw the jade slips in his hand one after another.

Feng Xuan, who had seen Wen Bu's miserable condition, naturally would not use his body to take the blow.

Tai Chi unloads the force, turns with the trend, and moves like the universe, counterattacking Yang Hongdao.

Yang Hongdao saw Feng Xuan blocking the way ahead, and Nie Wenyuan had also recovered some strength, with the flying knife in his hand eager to try.

His feet flashed with light, and he teleported out of thin air again, grabbing Wenbu's throat.

"Step aside!"

"Otherwise he will surely die!"

Feng Xuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Yang Hongdao.

"Don't worry about me, just kill him!"

"In the future, he will definitely be the Prime Minister of Yang State and rule the world."

"Wen's miserable life is worth it in exchange for the future pillars of the Yang Kingdom!"

Wenbu transmitted the sound with spiritual power.

Yang Hongdao couldn't hear it, but he keenly noticed the changes in Feng Xuan and Nie Wenyuan's expressions.

"Yang swears on his literary courage."

"For the next thirty years, I will never raise an army to attack Jiang."

"If you break this oath, your literary courage will be shattered and your literary palace will be reduced to dust!"

Feng Xuan shook his head.

"There are many ways to break your oath, and you won't have the chance to ascend to a high position within thirty years."

Yang Hongdao exerted force with his hands, and Wen Bu, who was already seriously injured, fainted immediately. A large pool of blood had already gathered at his feet.

If the bleeding is not stopped, even if Wenbu's physique is different from that of ordinary people, it will be difficult to save him.

Feng Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Leave behind your book bag and all the cultural treasures on you."

"I swear again by Wen Gong, Wen Dan, and the Supreme God of Heaven, the supreme faith of your Yang State."

Yang Hongdao hesitated for a moment and swore again, and the thirty-year period became fifty years.

However, he did not leave behind any book bag or cultural treasures.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally Feng Xuan made half a body move away.

Yang Hongdao was holding the warm cloth, and when he came face to face with Feng Xuan, he threw the warm cloth into Feng Xuan's arms.

The brilliant light reappeared under his feet and was about to disappear in an instant.

"Brother Nie!"

Without waiting for Feng Xuan's reminder, the flying knife in Nie Wenyuan's hand had already left his hand and went straight to the side of Yang Hongdao's neck.

Yang Hongdao seemed to have expected this. He took out an inkstone from his chest and blocked Nie Wenyuan's flying knife again.

He also escaped from the formation with the help of the impact of the flying knife.

Before leaving, he bowed to the three people and said, "Thank you for seeing me off!"

Feng Xuan wanted to chase after him, but Wen Bu grabbed his right hand.

"Junior Brother Feng, this boy is cunning, you are no match for him!"

Nie Wenyuan took a breath and came over.

The two of them looked at Wenbu at this moment, and their faces changed color.

(End of this chapter)