Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Ji Zhong looked at the young man who looked like a corpse in front of him, and held on to the hilt of the sword.

The young man looked at Ji Zhong and could not sense any aura of Confucianism and Taoism in him, so he stopped paying attention and walked straight ahead.

Among the Sansheng people, although he is the third child, he is different from the ruthless boss and the crazy second child. He represents rationality, so he is also the one who advises the Sansheng people.

For example, just now, he suggested that the three of them should find their targets separately.

For example, now, he is not willing to spend a little effort on this ordinary person in front of him.

He seemed to lift his leg to let go of an ant at will, and was about to walk past Ji Zhong, when suddenly a cold light flashed in front of him.

Ji Zhong drew his sword and stood in front of him.

"Get out of the way!" The third child opened his mouth slightly, with a trace of disdain in his voice.

Ji Zhong didn't talk nonsense, he stabbed the opponent's throat with a sword, the third child frowned slightly on the dead face, an upside-down book mountain phantom shrouded the third child's body, and Ji Zhong's sword tip hit the book mountain phantom. Above, there was a crisp "ding" sound, and it was difficult to make an inch.

Ji Zhong's face changed, and he looked at the third child: "You, are you a Confucian master?"

In this world, there are people who rebel against Confucianism. They tamper with the principles of the scriptures and interpret the scriptures with crooked principles.

It seems that anti-Confucianism is also a Confucian way of reciting Confucian classics. There are also three levels of Confucianism, Master, and even Great Confucianism. In fact, it is a misinterpretation of the classics, which runs counter to the real pursuit of Confucianism, so it is not related to the Holy Way, so it is called Going against Confucianism, everyone gets it and punishes it.

Ji Zhong looked at the third child in front of him, and took two steps back, his whole body tense, raising his alertness to the maximum.

The realm of a master who goes against Confucianism is also the realm of a master!

The reason why the Master Realm is the second realm of Confucianism is that compared with the realm of Confucianism, it has absolute improvements in two aspects. One is attack. In the realm of Confucianism, attack can only be called strike. In the realm of the master, it is called cutting.

Kong Chuan said: To cut is to strike and stab. As little as four or five, as many as six or seven.

Transforming into a display of strength in the Master Realm, that is, in one attack, it can be stacked at least four or five times, and repeated attacks at most six or seven times.

The second is defense. The Confucian habitat can be exuded to form a robe armor, which plays a certain protective role. On the other hand, the Master Realm can summon the Shushan phantom as protection, and the defensive power is incomparable.

It is precisely because of these two improvements that the human race can basically achieve two-to-one or even one-to-one with the barbarians at the level of the master.

The third child waved his hand to dissipate the phantom of the book mountain hanging upside down, and looked at Ji Zhong with some disgust.

He has already raised his leg, yet this little ant still wants to bite himself?

The third one hates this kind of person.

If that's the case, let's do some activity and show this person's head to that Wan Amber.

His expression at that time must be very beautiful.

...

Ye Dafu ran as fast as a small meat ball, and a middle-aged man behind him made a strange sound, chasing after him.

"Why are you so unlucky?" Ye Dafu was about to cry, didn't he agree to follow the Wind Talisman of Ten Thousand Miles?

I just follow a mile?

I don't know if Big Brother and Xiaoji are safe.

But now he is not safe.

The second child of the Sanshengren, after testing it out, was actually at the peak of the Master Realm.

My God, I am a disciple, not even a real person!

Speaking of Zhenren, Chengyu Zhenren didn't know where she went in the past two days. She said that she followed Chen Luo, and there were more powerful people to protect her, so she would not be in danger, so she was going to visit friends.

What about the stronger one now?

What about people? What about people?

Ye Dafu suddenly froze in his heart, squeezed his hands, and turned around: "Tianmen!"

A purple sky gate descended from the sky, blocking a righteous flying sword, but the "Heaven Gate" didn't hold back for long, and it was about to collapse. Ye Dafu flexibly pushed back, his hands quickly condensed the Dao seal, and the purple Dao Qi was in Ye Dafu. hands rose up.

"The Dao Qi is authentic and isolated from the turbid."

"Heaven and earth have orders, inside and outside are divided."

After Ye Dafu finished reading, Jieyin's hands suddenly slammed on the ground, and the ground shook slightly, and stone gates stood up from the ground, a total of six, blocking the mad second chasing footsteps.

Before Ye Dafu could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a loud "boom", and the crazy second had already smashed the first stone door blocking the way.

"Damn it!" Ye Dafu spat, "Do you really think I'll be bullied if I'm fat?"

When Ye Dafu turned his hand, a blue pill appeared in his hand. Ye Dafu opened his mouth and directly put the pill in his mouth.

"Don't force me!" Ye Dafu shouted bitterly from the bottom of his heart, and continued to turn around and run away, the sound of the stone gate breaking behind him continued!

...

With a "boom", Chen Luo slammed into a stone pillar, and the stone pillar cracked slowly. Chen Luo stood up, looked at the old man who was smoking a cigarette, and rubbed his shoulders.

"Hohohoho, worthy of being the master of martial arts! His body is hard enough." The old man was surprised when he saw that Chen Luo was able to stand up after receiving his attack.

"Unfortunately, the old man has already become a half-step scholar. I advise you to obediently let me kill you."

"The old man promises that it will be very soon and it will not be very painful."

Chen Luo spat a mouthful of **** phlegm, suppressing the turbulent qi and blood on his body. He now has three hundred and sixty-five acupoints full. He originally thought he could fight another battle, but he didn't expect that the other party had already touched the boundary of the Great Confucianism.

"We have to figure out a way!" Chen Luo weighed in his heart. In his storage order, there was also a semi-sacred treasure "Drawing Old Man Picture". Last time, Sima Lie helped reinfuse the power of the years at the Spring and Autumn Hall, but according to In my previous experience, the red dust energy on my body can only be activated once, which means that it only has the power of a single blow.

To create a kill opportunity Caixing.

Chen Luo looked at the old man who was in the presence of God, took a deep breath, pushed his palms forward again, a dragon roar sounded, and the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon attacked the old man!

...

Ji Zhong is like electricity, attacking the third child.

The sword in his hand was still the "fool's sword", but Chen Luo wanted Luo Xingsha to integrate into it for him.

Luoxingsha is a special product of the secret realm of Daomen. It takes two pounds a year. It melts one or two into the sword. And continuous growth is a rare growth treasure. And Chen Luo brought him a full pound.

Today, if this "fool's sword" is thrown on the market, it is enough to sell the value of a great scholar's literary treasure.

The true meaning of the red dust of "beautiful women are like jade swords like rainbows" was also taught by Chen Luo. Although Ji Zhong has a broken sword in his hand, above the broken sword, a sword like a star is connected, and the sword glows on it. It's like a dream.

The jingle of the sword resounded non-stop, hitting the shadow of the book mountain all around the third child, making traces, but there was no way to break the shadow of the book mountain, and the third child suddenly spoke—

"cut!"

A golden sword phantom appeared and slashed at Ji Zhong. Ji Zhong Hengjian blocked, the golden sword phantom hit the broken sword, and suddenly there were five consecutive sounds of handover.

"When" "when" "when" "when" "when"!

Master Attack - Five Strikes!

Ji Zhong reluctantly took the first attack, and then the shock of the four attacks followed wave after wave of daggers. Ji Zhong's five internal organs swelled and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the whole person was like a relieved balloon. , was instantly knocked flying, and the whole person was embedded in a stone pillar.

"Unbearable!" The third squinted, looking at Ji Zhong, who was struggling to get out of the stone pillar and fell heavily to the ground, raised his hand again and pointed at Ji Zhong: "Chong"

The phantom of an ancient chariot appeared, pulled by a horse, and crushed Ji Zhong on the ground. Ji Zhong stood up and barely avoided it, but the horse suddenly turned and charged towards Ji Zhong's side. Ji Zhong couldn't dodge in time, and suddenly waved his sword, wanting to interrupt the attack, but the red dust swept out by the "fool's sword" had just cut off the righteous phantom, and the phantom instantly returned to the appearance of an ancient chariot. Hit Ji Zhong, Ji Zhong was hit hard, four shocks hit at the same time, Ji Zhong was hit again, hit a stone pillar again, and fell.

Ji Zhong's mouth continued to bleed, and he felt that half of his body was almost shattered.

"It's beyond your control." The third child walked slowly to Ji Zhong, who was trying to stand up again with one hand, raised his foot, and kicked Ji Zhong over.

"A mere ordinary person dares to draw a sword at me!"

With another kick, Ji Zhong was kicked up high and fell heavily.

"An ant is an ant, your life is worthless!"

The third raised his foot, stepped on Ji Zhong's chest heavily, and slowly exerted his strength, as if to trample Ji Zhong to death.

Ji Zhong snorted and stared at the third child, who frowned slightly.

"Boy, I changed my mind."

"You can't die so happily."

The third raised his leg, took two steps back, and spoke softly—

"Press!"

The artistic conception of a poem on the mountain emerged, and Ji Zhong saw a phantom of a grave mountain forming above him, and then pressed down on himself. In an instant, the huge pressure made Ji Zhong's skin burst open one by one, and the whole person seemed to become a blood man.

Looking at Ji Zhong who was crushed under the shadow of the green mountain, the third child sneered: "This grave mountain will get heavier and heavier, and you will be slowly crushed to death."

"You too will become a grave on this mountain in the end."

"Ant, enjoy the last time before being crushed to death."

"When you can cut through the mountain of books in your next life, come and seek revenge from me!"

The third child turned around slowly, intending to continue to look for Chen Luo's figure...

...

Ji Zhong was crushed under the shadow of the grave mountain, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

The difference is too much.

He can't move now, he feels pain all over his body.

Ji Zhong felt despair for the first time in his heart——

Really, nothing can be done?

He stretched out a finger and touched the hilt of the "Fool's Sword".

There is still a sword in hand, and there is still another battle!

Ji Zhong took a deep breath.

He recalled the feeling of swinging his sword under the oppression of Song Tuizhi's family and country during this period.

It's nothing more than a grave mountain with a righteous phantom, can it be compared to Mr. Song's righteous state of mind?

Ji Zhong took a deep breath again.

"Xiaoji, remember, the sword is not in your hand, the sword is in your heart."

"Don't ask me what's in my heart, it's up to you to realize it yourself."

Chen Luoshen's mysterious and ingenious words came to mind again.

Ji Zhong took a deep breath for the third time, and the world seemed to be quiet.

The phantom of the grave on his body became heavier and heavier.

He could hear the beating of his own heart.

It was not a "dong dong dong" sound, but a cry.

"Cut it apart!"

"Cut it apart!"

"Cut it apart!"

For a moment, the scene of being wrapped in Song Tui's family, country, world, and swinging his sword flashed in his mind countless times.

The phantom of the grave mountain is a little heavier.

Ji Zhong closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain in his body.

In the darkness of closed eyes, the flow of righteousness, the resistance of righteousness, and the counterattack of righteousness seemed to pour out at the same time under every sword.

He saw the trajectory of every sword that was swung.

The trajectory of his own sword swung down, slowly overlapping, and finally turned into——

one move!

...

The third child suddenly heard a jingling sound behind him, and turned his head in confusion.

I saw that the phantom of the grave mountain was cut in half, and a figure stood up tremblingly with a broken sword.

"impossible!"

The third child was surprised and looked at the figure.

"I have wielded a total of 199,362 swords in the family, country and world in a positive state of mind!"

"It's just a phantom of the book mountain!"

"Why can't you cut it off!"

Ji Zhong suddenly raised his head~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The left leg after the calculation suddenly kicked, rushed to the third child, and appeared in front of the third child in an instant.

The third child's eyes narrowed, his heart was alert, his whole body was full of righteousness, and he summoned a larger book mountain phantom to cover him.

A cold light lit up, and the third child froze for a moment, then looked at Ji Zhong in surprise.

"You are...what..."

Before the words were finished, suddenly, the shadow of the book mountain collapsed, and a blood line appeared on the neck of the third child. Then, the head of the third child was washed into the sky by the blood.

Ji Zhong looked at the head rolling on the ground with a surprised face, and said slowly—

"Breaking Confucianism and cutting mountains!"

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