In the eyes of the evil man, even a literary saint is just a slightly bigger ant.
He was arrogant, his momentum became stronger and stronger, and he even had the idea of crushing Xun Sheng and killing Xun Sheng as well.
In an instant, thousands of spells in front of Xun Sheng were cut off by the sword light.
Looking around, all directions were covered by the terrifying red sword energy. Wherever the naked eye could see, there was no intact area.
A writing brush suddenly cut through the void and came out from the depths of thousands of miles.
The writing brush gradually enlarged, and finally became a behemoth of more than ninety feet, covering the sky and the sun. The texture of the pen barrel reveals ancient vicissitudes of life.
The 30,000-mile long river of Confucian majestic energy was aroused, and the vast majestic energy formed a chain in the void, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, spanning the mountains and rivers.
"It's so lively here, why not let me get involved."
An old and loud voice exploded from outside the sky.
Yisheng was dressed in a Confucian robe, stepping on a rainbow of seven colors, and came through the air, his clothes making a hunting sound with the breeze.
At the critical moment, Dayu's chief literary sage, Tutor Yihan, finally arrived.
With the appearance of Yi Sheng, the rampant crimson sword light was finally suppressed, and the vast aura of awe was like a mountain standing across it, blocking the turbulent waves.
"Uncle Master!"
Yisheng cupped his hands and saluted Xunsheng from afar.
Xun Sheng is a literary sage who has survived from the Middle Ages to the present, and his status is quite high. Especially after the saints of Xinxue and Neo-Confucianism passed away one after another, there is no one in Confucianism who can compare with Xun Sheng.
Yihan's master is Wang Bo'an, a saint of mind studies, and he and Xun Sheng are equals, so it is not an exaggeration for Yihan to call Xun Sheng his uncle.
"I am here, and there is no room for loss in the two realms." Xun Sheng frowned slightly.
"The power of Spring and Autumn is still there, the ancient demon will not rush in!" Yi Sheng said.
The words of these two literary saints caused shock in all directions, like the sound of thunder.
After the arrival of Yisheng, the majesty of this place became obviously purer, and many strange images appeared in the void, as if millions of Confucian scholars were chanting the classics in unison, with dignity and astonishing power.
"What's more, this thief wants to kill my disciple, so no matter what, I can't sit back and watch." Yisheng glanced at the evil man again.
"Okay! Just in time! One more is not too much, one less is not enough! Just in time to kill both of you!"
The terrifying murderous intention struck instantly, the evil man's eyes gleamed evilly, and he actually wanted to fight one against two.
"boom!"
The two saints, Xun Sheng and Yi Sheng, immediately used their holy methods. Suddenly, there was a roar in the air, and the sound of powerful explosions filled the sky.
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The two saints started a fierce battle with the primitive creatures.
But on the edge of the violent storm, Lu Yu was still lying on the ground, silent and falling into a deep sleep.
Boundless fear enveloped Lu Yu's heart, and his vision was pitch black, as if the world was spinning.
"He wanted me to bury myself in this fear."
Lu Yu forced himself to suppress his emotions, but found that these emotions were like a fire on the vast grassland. Once it burned, it was difficult to contain it.
The sound of drizzle gradually came from the surroundings, accompanied by shouts.
That cry was very familiar, as if I had heard that voice before.
Pieces of broken bronze mirrors appeared in front of Lu Yu.
The fragments of the bronze mirror were printed with a young and pale face.
Lu Yu recognized that the figure on the bronze mirror was him in his previous life.