The old man in white robe has a thin figure and a wrinkle-faced face. His old white hair blew with the breeze, but his broad shoulders seemed to carry the people of heaven and earth.

Behind the old man in white robe, dense Confucian scriptures emerged, emitting dazzling golden light.

Wen Sheng, Xunzi!

Seeing the red sword light rushing towards him, Xun Sheng slowly raised his hand and immediately pressed him up.

Between his five fingers, the fingerprints were scattered, but it seemed to have the power to control the world, like a mountain, immediately suppressing all the sword lights and unable to move.

"Old guy, do you want to follow Wang Boan's footsteps? How did he die back then? Do you want to experience it again?"

The evil man's face finally changed, showing a touch of hideousness.

"Ahem! If your master comes in person, I will not come out. But you are just a spirit of weapon, and after all, they are just dead objects, so you can't help me."

Xunzi coughed slightly a few times, and a look of fatigue flashed across his face.

It was as if suppressing an evil man, it would have to pay a considerable price for his dignified literary saint.

"Okay! OK! I've long seen that you, an old guy, have a bad intention. Although my master is not in this world, you can't protect this kid by yourself!"

The evil man burst into laughter, waved his sleeves, and 80,000 sword energy crisscrossed, breaking through Xun Sheng's palm.

A trace of golden blood spilled on the ground.

Xunzi's palm was cut and the saint's blood flew out, and he suffered quite serious injuries.

"Tick! Tick!"

Drops of blood dripped down along Xunzi's clothes, clearly visible.

But Xun Sheng never took a step back, like a mountain, firmly guarding Lu Yu behind him.

The sky collapsed and the earth was broken, and the sky was dark. A terrifying aura swept over. Xun Sheng's face was slightly pale, and the wrinkles on the old face seemed deeper.

"If you fight again, you will die."

The evil man sneered more and more. His sword light triggered the changes in the laws around him, and the fierce thunder gradually became violent.

Immortal Palace, ferocious beasts, ancient demons, strange phenomena...

Many phantoms evolved from the blood-colored sword light, and all rushed over, revealing endless murderous intent, sweeping across them.

In front of Xun Sheng, endless magical techniques evolved, and he had a head-on confrontation with the evil man. In the blink of an eye, the two convenient forces had fought for hundreds of rounds.

But Xun Sheng is bleeding.

The evil man became more and more rampant, and even had a tendency to become more and more courageous as he fought.

This was a very dangerous confrontation. The sages of the present world fought against the creatures in the prehistoric world, but the result was that they were barely suppressed and unable to move.

A white air emerged from Xun Sheng's chest, and the holy light was never destroyed, but it was light and dark, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

Round after round of attacks, whistling like a rushing sea, crushing all the holy arts used by Xun Sheng. A strong sense of shock echoed around.

"Old guy, how about it? After so many years, you still haven't made any progress!"

The evil man was laughing wildly. He walked step by step, with tens of thousands of red blood swords wrapped around him, and his murderous intent was full of murderous intent.

"There are talents in the world and people who have emerged in the past. If I don't grow, I won't grow. In the future, there will always be people who will surpass me." Xun Sheng smiled faintly, his expression as usual.

"Is that so? This heaven is just a back garden where we offer nourishment. People in the world will only become weaker and weaker. It is already the kindness of the heaven and earth. Do you want to produce another one? It's simply a delusion."

The alien man sneered and shook his head.

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