Breaking through Thunderbolt with martial arts

Chapter 614 One Defeat

"The Confucian School will not be defeated!" Yun Wanggui's words were sonorous, and the sword was screaming, and Hao Yuan poured out of his body, immediately moving the world, "Sage Hao called the sky rain!"

The light of the sky broke through the clouds, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers, and thousands of rays of light were like silk rain, covering Fang Yuan hundreds of feet densely and continuously.

The sword qi turned into silk, penetrating into every hole, which made Le Xunyuan's face become a bit dignified.

"It seems that I underestimated you."

At the same time as Le Xunyuan opened his mouth, he let out a deep sip, and the Ming Qi Martial Code urged him again, "Heavenly Style·Smoke pours over ten thousand tides!"

The Ming Qi Martial Art has ten layers of deep skills, and a large amount of true energy is discharged, like an endless wave, with Le Xunyuan as the center, surging in all directions.

Rumble!
The huge rumbling sound resounded through the heaven and earth, and the 'river tide' passed by, causing landslides and rocks to be destroyed, and the towering hills were instantly leveled under the sword energy and palm strength of the two.

Under the strong force, the rocks are all turned into powder, scattered in all directions, covering the sky and the sun
"Qianxiu roars at the clouds."

Regardless of his injuries, Yun Wanggui stepped on the ground suddenly, and turned around. The sharp sword broke through thousands of waves, and directly stabbed Le Xunyuan's chest. The momentum of lore is self-evident.

After all, this game is a life-and-death battle between good and evil, and there is no room for holding back.

Facing the danger of dying, Le Xunyuan's face darkened, and he no longer hesitated, "If you want to die, then I will help you!"

With cold and harsh words, full of ruthless murderous intentions, Le Xunyuan's true energy in his body was extremely urged, without any reservations, he pressed down with one palm, "Exhaustion·Chaos rebirth!"

"Not good!"

Yu Lijing took a step forward without realizing it, and was ready to accept it at will. Although it was a life and death battle, it was impossible for him to watch the Confucianists die in front of him on the battlefield.

"Leaving scriptures, let me come!"

At this time, Mo Qingchi suddenly opened his mouth and stretched out his hand to block the Yuli Sutra, but before the two of them could say anything else, Sui Wuyuan also took a step forward, and said firmly, "Shengsi, let me do the second battle."

While the three were arguing, the battle on the field had reached the moment of victory.

Ghost Qizhu narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought to himself: "Le Xunyuan, will you let the ghost down?"

Boom!

Palms and swords intertwined suddenly, and Le Xunyuan's figure was slightly sideways, the sharp edge of the sword brushed across Le Xunyuan's shoulder, bringing out a handful of bright red.

At the same time, Le Xunyuan's slap hit Yun Wanggui's chest.

puff!
Vigorous energy entered his body, and Yun Wanggui spurted blood all over his body, and his body flew out of control uncontrollably, rolling to the ground.

"Si Wei."

Xi Wuyuan took a step forward and appeared in front of Yun Wanggui, only to see the ghost lord on the opposite side flicking his fingers, forcing him to retreat for a moment, and at the same time he said playfully, "What? Confucianists want to break the rules?"

"We recognize..."

Yu Lijing who was behind Sui Wudu hastily opened his mouth to admit defeat, but Yun Wanggui in the center of the battlefield let out a low shout and stood up again supporting his seriously injured body.

"Yun Wanggui, don't force yourself!" Yu Lijing opened his mouth and shouted, although the victory and defeat are heavy, but unnecessary death is unnecessary.

"I—haven't lost yet!"

Yun Wanggui's shirt on his chest was already stained red with blood, his face was also stained with blood, his breath was messy, but he was unyielding.

"Oh? Since you don't want to admit defeat, Xun Yuan has no choice but to..."

Seeing Yun Wanggui standing up again, Le Xunyuan's eyes flashed coldly, and his murderous intent suddenly ignited. At this point, if Yun Wanggui still did not back down, then he had no choice but to kill.

As Le Xunyuan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand high, grasping the universe, the air around the world once again gathered in his palm, and the terrifying power crushed him again.

Yun Wanggui's figure swayed, his arms were bulging with veins, and his eyes were full of unyielding.

"Take my last move!"

Yun Wanggui said firmly, the only thing in his mind at this moment is that even if he dies here, he must pay enough price for Le Xunyuan to prevent him from winning consecutively.

This game of death is not a one-time victory or defeat, but the final winner. Therefore, he can lay the foundation for victory in the next battle if he loses a little more strength of his opponent now.

At this moment, Yu Lijing and the others also understood Yun Wanggui's thoughts and wanted to admit defeat, but they didn't know how to say it.

Because Yun Wanghui was still sober, he didn't admit defeat, and they had no right to make a decision.

Moreover, this was Yun Wanggui's choice, and they had to respect it.

At this time, Yun Wanggui's expression was full of solemnity, Tian Sui sword was erected in front of his chest, and the golden glow of panic gathered on the sword body.

"This is……"

Sensing this aura, Yu Lijing stared with astonishment in his eyes, but soon calmed down, and secretly said in his heart: "It seems that Emperor Confucianism has long been prepared."

"Journey to Heaven!"

Following Yun Wanggui's angry glaring, the vast imperial prestige came over, and the famous Confucian tricks of the emperor appeared in his hands.

Feeling the strong pressure, Le Xunyuan's expression also changed, "What a Yun Wanggui, you actually have such a trump card, but, even if you have a strong move, you, a half-useless person, how can you reverse the situation of the battle!"

How could Le Xunyuan admit defeat now? Although the real energy in his body wasted a lot, the trauma was much lighter than Yun Wanggui's, so he was still full of confidence.

"Xuanhua·Qing Yutian Harvesting!"

Le Xunyuan's palm changed, Baili Fengyun gathered towards him in an instant, and at the same time the other hand also twirled, "Xuan Style·Qi soars to the sky."

With both palms moving together, accompanied by a deep shout, Le Xunyuan condensed the wind and clouds for hundreds of miles, and the powerful air flow rushed against the sky.

At this time, Yun Wanggui's sword also slashed down.

The bright golden light is condensed, like a golden avenue with the momentum of crushing the world, and all spirits are changed.

The sword of the imperial way collided with the palm that overturned the world.

With the impact of the surging air wave, Yun Wanggui, who was already seriously injured, vomited blood again, and with his sword piercing the ground, he never retreated.

On the opposite side, Le Xunyuan suffered a heavy blow and retreated three steps in a row, spitting blood at the mouth, and the breath in his body was also messed up for a while.

The wind gathers and the clouds disperse.

All eyes fell on the two on the battlefield.

A moment later, Le Xunyuan spat out a mouthful of blood again, but his aura stabilized, showing a strong foundation, "Yun Wanggui, you lost."

As soon as the words fell, a palm force struck Yun Wanggui again.

At this moment, a sword light blocked the ultimate move, "I asked, I don't know where to look, the journey is boundless but my heart. The deep sea, the peak and the far are always illusions, and the only way to chant is a sword."

For no reason, Sui stood in front of Yun Wanggui suddenly, his elegant face showed his edge, "The Confucianism sect lost in the first battle, and I will take over from now on."

In Yun Wanggui's desperate battle, Sui Wudu could only suppress his natural benevolence and reappear the sharpness of a swordsman.

Speaking of which, Yun Wanggui is the eldest disciple of Faru Zunjia, but he is the eldest disciple after his father Suiyuan. In terms of seniority, he should call Yun Wanggui his uncle.

But Yun Wanggui was born an optimist, he got along well with everyone in the school, and he didn't have the majesty of an elder, so this identity was forgotten by everyone in the Confucian school.

Now, even the most optimistic Yun Wanggui has shown such will, as the successor of Jianru, he will not allow anyone to lower the face of Confucianism for no reason.

"The newly promoted Confucian Sword Confucian Master, very good!"

At this moment, the ghost unicorn suddenly chuckled, shook the white bone fan, looked at Le Xunyuan and asked suddenly: "Le Xunyuan, are you sure about this battle?"

Le Xunyuan narrowed his eyes, then smiled and said, "Xunyuan will do his best!"

"Okay! If you can win this battle, the ghost will ask the evil god to bestow divine power on your behalf!"

The ghost unicorn waved the bone fan and praised loudly.

　Try to write Chapter 3.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)