The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

A sword is frozen, and a radius of a hundred miles is frozen.

This is the method of Taixue, with the help of poetry, almost any attack can be evolved.

This is an all-round combat power Ascension, the combat method is flexible and changeable, but most of them are mainly long-range, and there are also melee combat methods, which are very difficult.

It is a pity that if there is no extraordinary savvy, it is almost difficult to advance in Taixue, which is much more difficult than other cultivators.

"You judge yourself!"

Bu Feifan looked at Jiang Chen coldly uttering four words.

His whole body is imposing, and a Confucian shirt is hunting in the wind.

Wenqi surging, hovering above his head, forming a white cloud of Wenqi.

The Confucian, one sword, straight forward, regardless of the straightness, just one cut.

In an uproar, Sword Qi pierced out with a sword, and immediately a series of jingle bells echoed from the sky and the earth. It was the echo of swords. The endless Sword Qi attacked and turned into a sword net to approach the generals. In addition, there was constant whistling. The sound came.

It was Sword Qi that appeared out of nowhere, and almost the entire space was flooded with dense Sword Qi, and it became a world of swords.

Bu Feifei was very indifferent. He manipulated Sword Qi to slash towards the general.

However, the generals are obviously not easy to deal with. They are still a single method, a single combat technique, without the slightest fancy.

A punch is a straight punch.

But this punch is shining, and there is a force that suppresses the world. This is the power of the physical body. Although the zombie has no blood, but with the combination of its terrible corpse energy and aura, just such a punch is enough. Destroy everything.

Thousands Sword Qi was shattered with a punch, just like Ma Linger's Taoxian Sanqianyin before, but Bu Feihua didn't care at all.

He was dressed in a white Confucian shirt moving in the wind, his shirt flaps flying, an indescribable momentum filled his body, not like a woman's empty valley and orchid, but a kind of indifference that stepped into the peak and looked away.

Standing with the sword in step Feihua, white clothes fluttering, his sword eyebrows staring lightly at the world, his mind is inexplicably lonely as snow, and there is a kind of sadness that draws the sword and looks at the heart.

"A murderer is always killed. When you kill, whether for whatever reason, willing or unwilling, from that moment onwards, have you achieved Death's consciousness?"

Bufei's faint words came from all directions, and his figure completely disappeared from the general's eyes at this moment.

The general seemed to understand something, with a vague understanding in his eyes, it seemed that he should have caused the killing out of control again.

But so what?

"Yes, I admit that you have to pay a price for anything you do, but my zombie clan is born with grievances and blood for food. Even the natural world is a natural selection, The Weak are Prey to the Strong Furthermore, under Heavenly Dao, there are also variables. My zombie clan is an alternative under Heavenly Dao!"

Jiang Chen laughed wildly, punching the sky and the earth constantly.

He didn't know where Bu Feihua was, but it didn't matter. Since he couldn't see it, he would kill him at will. Own Fist Jin could always kill him.

"variable"

Bu Extraordinary voice came from heaven and earth again, and he could not hear any mood swings, but his figure still did not appear.

"Yes, variables. There is no birth, old age, sickness and death, no joy, anger, sorrow, and loneliness. Can you understand?!"

Jiang Chen caught the emptiness and gave birth to an inexplicable wave. He immediately turned around and hit the emptiness with a punch.

The emptiness was punched through, and the space was torn apart by the devastating fist force, and a black hole appeared.

But Bu Feihua's figure still did not appear there, but in the general's induction, there was clearly a wave there before.

Zombies are very sensitive to the breath of humans, because humans are their food, and the blood of food has an inherently uncontrollable temptation for zombies.

"Are you just hiding?"

The general yelled violently. This kind of inexhaustible battle made him very uncomfortable. There was a sense of frustration that all the attacks were hit in the cotton.

"It's really sad not to be old and not to die"

Bu Extraordinary voice came again, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed immediately, his figure was reaching its limit, and he directly blasted with a violent punch.

Ripples appeared in the void, and there seemed to be another force against the generals' fists.

A black hole appeared at the intersection of the two powers. At the other end of the black hole, a white and crystal-clear palm was faintly visible, and that palm looked like a piece of beautiful jade.

"Yes, not old and not dead, don't you mean that people have to pay a price for everything? What is the price? Death? Then you come to kill me!"

The general yelled frantically and kept banging against the emptiness. His physique was too strong, and even the emptiness was too strong. There appeared weird cracks, and he hit it like a mirror to shatter.

"Even Death is a luxury for us zombies. Do you understand this feeling!!"

The frantic roar echoed, Jiang Chen's eyes were very scarlet, and his fist was covered with a layer of green light, glowing with a bright halo.

The existence of a layer of corpse energy made the general's fist even more terrifying, and the entire space was shattered and completely collapsed.

"I know!"

Bu Bianzhu's figure suddenly appeared behind the general, his eyes flashing with indescribable strange light.

A sharp sword pierced the general with his back, and the sharp Sword Qi froze nothingness. This is a cross of cold swords, and an attack of an artistic conception of ice and snow.

"You do not understand!!"

Jiang Chen turned around abruptly and threw a punch.

The long sword in Bu Feifan's hand broke at the sound, and the violent air wave formed a huge and unparalleled wave of shock between the two of them.

Jiang Chen and Bu Feihua rumbling backwards at the same time, they fell on the ground, and the ground burst instantly, forming two huge deep pits about a hundred meters long.

"Your so-called pain is not the reason for your wanton killing. You treat mortals like this. You let me be too disappointed with the zombie race, because you are not worthy of me To put in one’s eyes."

Bu Fei Jing's eyes are indifferent like polar ice and snow, "Even, fighting with you at this moment is an insult to me."

"Insult? That is an excuse for your cultivationists to fear Heavenly Tribulation. The reason why you dare not shoot against mortals is because you are afraid of karma, but my zombie clan is not afraid of Karma, and I don't say anything else. Killing is killing. "

Jiang Chen looked extraordinary.

"You too!"

Jiang Chen rushed over again and punched Bu Feihua.

The frantic fist force opened the ground, and the entire surface seemed to be crushed by an invisible force.

"A good one kills is killed. At that step, I also wanted to see whether the zombie family is really immortal, or is it because no one can break your ultimate defense and make you feel confident that you are immortal? "

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