The old man in white robe is thin, his face is full of wrinkles, his old white hair is blowing in the breeze, but his broad shoulders seem to be carrying the world on his shoulders.
Behind the white-robed old man, densely packed Confucian scriptures appeared, emitting dazzling golden light.
Literary sage, Xun Kuang!
Seeing the red sword light rushing towards him, Xun Sheng slowly raised his hand and immediately pressed forward.
The fingerprints between his five fingers were crisscrossed with ridges, but they seemed to possess the mighty power to control the world. Like a high mountain, they immediately suppressed all the sword light, making it impossible to move.
"Old man, do you want to follow in Wang Bo'an's footsteps? How did he die back then? Do you want to experience it again?"
The evil man's expression finally changed, revealing a ferocious look.
"Ahem! If your master had come in person, I wouldn't have come out. But you are just a weapon spirit. In the end, you are just a dead thing. There is nothing you can do about me."
Xun Kuang coughed slightly, a look of exhaustion flashed across his face.
Just like suppressing the evil man, even for him, a dignified literary saint, he has to pay a considerable price.
"Okay! Okay! I've long seen that you, old man, have evil intentions. Although my master is not in this world, you alone can't protect this kid!"
The evil man laughed wildly, waving his sleeves, and 80,000 sword energy criss-crossed, breaking through Xun Sheng's palm.
A touch of golden blood fell on the ground.
Xun Kuang's palm was cut hard, and the saint's blood flew out. He had already suffered a serious injury.
"Tick tock! Tick tock!"
Drops of blood dripped down Xun Kuang's clothes and were clearly visible.
But Xun Sheng never took a step back, like a high mountain, firmly guarding Lu Yu behind him.
The sky collapsed and the earth was dark, and a terrifying aura swept over him. Xun Sheng's face was slightly pale, and the wrinkles on his old face became deeper and deeper.
"Keep fighting and you will die."
The evil man sneered more and more, his sword light triggered changes in the surrounding laws, and the ferocious thunder gradually became violent.
Immortal palace, ferocious beasts, ancient demons, visions...
Many phantoms evolved from the bloody sword light, and they all pounced on them, revealing endless killing intent and sweeping across them all.
In front of Xun Sheng, he evolved endless magical skills and started a head-on confrontation with the evil man. In the blink of an eye, the two sides had already fought for hundreds of rounds.
But Xun Sheng is bleeding.
As for the evil men, they are becoming more and more rampant, and even tend to become more courageous as they fight.
This was an extremely dangerous confrontation. The sages of this world fought against the creatures of the ancient world, but in the end they were suppressed and unable to move.
A stream of white energy emerged from Xun Sheng's chest. The holy light was immortal, but it flickered on and off, as if it might be extinguished at any time.
Round after round of attacks roared in like an overwhelming mountain, crushing all the holy spells cast by Xun Sheng. A strong sense of shock echoed around.
"How are you, old guy? After all these years, you still haven't made any progress!"
The evil man was laughing wildly. He walked step by step, surrounded by tens of thousands of red blood swords, filled with murderous intent.
"There are talented people from generation to generation. If I don't make progress, I won't make any progress. There will always be someone who surpasses me in the future." Xun Sheng said with a faint smile, his expression as usual.
"Really? This heaven is just a back garden for us to provide nutrients. The world will only get weaker and weaker. To have a strong ant like you is already a sign of mercy from the world. Do you want to produce another one? It's simply a wishful thinking."