V18.chapter 13 (2/2)
In the sea of the road, it seems that there are countless armies gathered by Haoran Zhengqi, and rush to kill them in an instant.
”Boom!”
The two sides are extremely fierce, and it seems that neither side will let the general.
Ziyu was in charge of the Confucian scholars here, and Nangong Jingshu, Zilu and others kept fighting.
While suppressing these alien races, a three headed blood snake suddenly appeared behind Nangong Jingshu.
The three blood snakes came lurking, and even Nangong Jingshu didn't find it.
The three blood snakes burst out of his back when Nangong Jingshu was fighting against other nations with his spring and autumn brush in his hand.
”Boom
The three headed blood snake opened its mouth and bit off Nangong Jingshu.
”Master, be careful!”
”Three blood snake king? Darao Jinxian is 14 heavy, but he still stealthily attacks? Be careful
”Master uncle!”
”No, it's too late!”
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The Confucianists exclaimed, even Ziyu, commander-in-chief in the distance, changed his face, because the three headed blood snakes came so fast that they attacked Nangong Jingshu and caught everyone unprepared.
Nangong Jingshu is about to be swallowed.
Just at this moment, behind Nangong Jingshu, suddenly the righteousness condenses, and a huge white tiger suddenly appears.
”Roar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The white tiger suddenly gave a fierce roar, and in the eyes of all the people, one bite, bit on the body of the three blood snakes.
”Click!”
The three headed blood snake seemed to have been bitten off by a white tiger and let out a scream.
”Damned three blood snakes, Haoran Zhengqi!” Zilu roared.
”Looking for the dead!”
”Kill!”
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All of a sudden, all the Confucianists shot together, and the killing moves of countless Haoran Zhengqi Ningxian shocked the three blood snakes.
We can see that the three blood snakes bitten by the white tiger are torn into pieces by a group of Confucian scholars.
At this moment, all the talents were still in fear, especially Nangong Jingshu, who was in a cold sweat and almost died in the hands of three blood snakes.
”White tiger? Who gathered the white tiger Zilu called.
The scholars looked at each other and said they were not themselves.
Not these Confucian scholars? Who is that? The white tiger is the most pure Confucius, Confucianism and Taoism.
Who?
At this moment, someone found a pile of broken stars in the distance, a white river into the sky.
”It's him!” A Confucian disciple pointed to Wang Xiong and called.
Wang Xiong stood on the top of a pile of rubble and looked at the Confucian disciples in the distance. For a moment, his heart was filled with excitement.
In the distance, Nangong Jingshu is also a long breath. After all, he just tumbled on the death line.
Nangong Jingshu saw Wang Xiong and Tu Xing, and through Wang Xiong's noble righteousness behind him, he understood that the white tiger he had just displayed.
But, this person, oneself do not know?
A Confucian disciple? Why don't I know?
”Thank you for saving your life. I don't know if you are...!” Nangong respects his uncle.
Nangong Jing uncle looks at Wang Xiong's eyes, always has some familiar feeling, but, can't say.One side Zilu looked at the white tiger which was slowly dispersing, and showed a trace of surprise: ”how familiar, this white tiger, this white tiger is so familiar, this Haoran righteousness, as if, like...!”
Zi Lu frowned, but he could not understand why he was so familiar with his noble righteousness. Looking at Wang Xiong, seeing Wang Kai's eyes, Zilu is also shivering all over. This, how does this look!
”Teacher!” Ziyu in the middle of the air, suddenly his eyes lit up and exclaimed.
”What?” Numerous Confucianist disciples immediately looked at Ziyu in surprise.
You know, Ziyu's seniority is second only to Confucius in Confucianism. Ziyu, now also known as Zengzi, wrote the Confucian classic Da Xue. He is the object of worship of all Confucian disciples.
Ziyu called that teacher?
Who can be called a teacher by Ziyu? All the Confucianists dare not think about it!
Many Confucian disciples dare not think about it. Nangong Jingshu and Zilu dare to think about it. Compared with Wang Xiong's familiar eyes, for a moment, they were shocked.
”Old, old, teacher!” Zilu shivered and exclaimed.
”What, what, is that true? Teacher, teacher Nangong Jing's eyes suddenly turned red.
By the way, the man's eyes were right. They were the eyes that Zi Lu, Nangong Jing Shu and his brothers had been dreaming about and could never forget.
That look, right, right!
Although two people in the eyes of how many incredible, but, Ziyu are sure, that must be right, certainly right!
Teacher? Is the teacher alive again?
”Teacher!” Zilu and Nangong Jingshu immediately rushed to Wang Xiong.
”Roar!”
Wang Xiong's white tiger on the main road rushed to several alien clans who were going to attack them. Suddenly, fierce fighting broke out.
Innumerable Confucianist disciples have been stunned at the moment. What, what's the situation?
”Teacher, he, he is...!” A Confucian scholar looked at Nangong and asked anxiously.
”Confucius, the most holy teacher, Confucius! Teacher, why are you here? ” Nangong Jingshu rushes to Wang Xiong.
All the Confucianists, however, were shocked.
Confucius?