Confucian self-cultivation: Scholars start from Daqin

The battle between the two seemed to be quiet and did not show any destructive power, but with Wei Zhuang's eyesight, how could he not see that the two had already restrained their strength to the extreme and poured it all into the sword in their hands.

Qinglu Sword, the number one famous sword in the famous sword manual, the world thinks it is the same as the Tianwen Sword, which is tied for the first place, it is the sword of power, the sword of Anmin, and the sword of subduing the country, but they forget that the sword is made of people waving.

As for Gao Jing, there is a rumored title, "¨‖Sword Immortal"!

This white air sword that shuttles all over the sky, how could a mortal's sword move be able to do it?

On the contrary, facing the rain-like and lightning-fast air sword, the man in black was able to support it with all his strength, which shocked Wei Zhuang.

But... that's all there is to it.

The sun-cloaking sword in the black-robed man's hand was finally blocked, and the air swords flying all over the sky rushed towards the black-robed man's chest and belly like birds returning to their nests.

It was too late to return the sun-shielding sword that had been swung away.

"Boom boom boom..."

Under the vibration of the sword energy, the soil on the ground, fallen leaves, nearby branches, and leaves swept over, covering the battlefield.

After Gao Jing stepped out, he waved his Qinglu sword after landing, and said with a big smile, "Onmyoji... can you still deny your identity now?"

The dust and leaves are scattered.

The man in black showed his distress, the black robe on his body was torn, and the wounds all over his body were gushing blood, making him seem to be fished out of a sea of ​​blood.

A Xuanguang Taiji diagram was spinning in front of him.