Chapter 2822: Reading Is for the Sake of Reasoning, and Practicing Martial Arts Is for People to Listen to My Reasoning!

Emperor Zhende's face was full of gloom and resentment. The fingertips of his right hand scratched his left wrist, and blood flowed and dripped onto the ground. The blood seemed to have life, and it moved by itself into a twisted, strange array pattern.

In the city of Kyoto, Emperor Yuan Jing's bedroom, Jingyang Palace, also had an array. A transparent bead, the size of a fist, was suspended above the array. There was an eyeball in the bead, with a deep pupil, cold and evil. This was the treasure of the Wushen Cult, which sealed an eye of the Wushen and contained a trace of the Wushen's power.

This bead, it did not fall to the ground, but hung in the air, and sprinkled translucent energy, absorbing the power of the dragon vein. A golden dragon was trapped in the array, with a painful face and shrill roars, bound by the array and unable to be transmitted to the outside world.

In the center of the array, a golden light lit up, and then slowly a golden dragon head appeared. In the bead, the eyeball suddenly became much deeper, as if it had turned into a vortex, generating a huge suction force. The golden dragon kept shaking its head, trying its best to resist the suction, and made a series of shrill dragon roars that only special people could hear.

Suddenly, a touch of blood-red appeared from the formation, and in the blink of an eye, the entire formation was dyed red. The eyes of the disciples suddenly widened, and the suction became extremely terrifying, directly pulling the golden dragon out of the ground.

"Ang!"

In the deafening dragon roar, a golden dragon broke through the roof of the Jingyang Palace, and the people in the palace were clearly visible.

"Dragon, dragon?!"

Exclamations arose, and the spirit of the dragon vein left the ground and broke away from Dafeng. In the mouth of this golden dragon, there was a bead, and an eyeball was hidden in the bead, deep like a whirlpool.

In a lake somewhere in the imperial city, the black button-like eyes of the spirit dragon stared at the golden dragon swimming in the sky, and its teeth were bared, looking extremely angry. Sangpo, the sculpture of the founding emperor, the brass sword in his hand made a harsh sword sound.

In the palace, all the civil and military officials, nobles, imperial guards, and others heard the shrill dragon roar at the same time, coming from Emperor Yuan Jing's bedroom. Countless people followed the sound and looked sideways.

At this moment, the royal family and relatives suddenly felt a pain in their hearts, and they were filled with inexplicable fear, as if it was the end of the world, as if a disaster was coming.

In Shaoyin Palace, Princess Lin'an lay on the table, frowning, covering her heart, and crying.

"It hurts so much, it hurts me to death!"

In the square in front of the Jinluan Palace, Emperor Yongxing covered his chest, bent over, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

The guards behind him were shocked, and the ministers retracted their gazes and paid attention to Emperor Yongxing's situation.

In the palace of Princess Huaiqing in Kyoto, Huaiqing held the white jade railing, and her eyes flashed with real pain, but she did not cover her chest, but clenched her fists and stared at the golden dragon in the air.

"Look, there's a dragon?"

"Everyone, look, there's a dragon in the sky."

The streets and pedestrians all looked up at the golden dragon that was constantly swimming over the capital and making dragon roars.

Ordinary people only knew that the dragons in the northern demon tribe often acted as evil villains in picture books and story books, and had very vivid images.

"What happened? Why do I feel flustered?"

All kinds of strange things, as well as the unsettling pressure just now, made countless people in Kyoto feel uneasy, and felt that a disaster was coming.

In the Star Observatory, when the dragon vein spirit appeared, the supervisor seemed to finally be unable to hold back. His eyes, as calm as an ancient well, burst out with dazzling light. The supervisor raised his hand and wanted to grab the golden dragon, but suddenly let it go. He sighed, looked in the direction of Nanyuan, and whispered.

"Forget it, let Xu Zisheng handle this matter. I'll just watch it honestly!"

The golden dragon instantly drilled into the void, and its huge figure disappeared from everyone's eyes, crossing hundreds of miles and floating over Nanyuan.

Emperor Zhende soared into the air, his face excited and majestic, and shouted loudly.

"Come!"

The golden dragon was summoned by it, twisted its body, and flew over with clouds. Zhende stepped on the dragon head and looked down at Xu Zisheng from high in the sky.

"What are you standing so high for?"

Xu Zisheng floated into the air, flying much higher than Emperor Zhende, looking down at Emperor Zhende. He had a bad cervical spine and was not used to looking up at people. He preferred to look down on others.

Emperor Zhende stepped on the spirit of the dragon vein, with good luck and the power of the witch god. He felt unprecedented confidence, with a defiant smile on his face, and said ferociously.

"As long as Dafeng survives, I will still be the ruler of a country, with good fortune. Xu Zisheng, what can you use to fight me? You have the Confucian sage's carving knife, and I also have the sword to protect the country."

The huge voice rolled like thunder, and even reached the sky above Kyoto City. Countless people heard it clearly. For a moment, they were shocked. It seemed to be the voice of His Majesty. How could he fight with the cabinet minister Xu Houye?

Emperor Zhende controlled the spirit of the dragon vein, with high spirits and long hair flying. He stretched out his hand and shouted.

"Sword!"

Boom! Sangbo Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple exploded again, and the brass sword soared into the sky, turned into a stream of light and flew into the air, like a meteor, dragging a long tail, crossing the pupils of everyone who raised their heads. Countless people's eyes chased that stream of light, the treasure of Dafeng, the sword to protect the country!

During the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the emperor took out the Zhenguo Sword from the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple and handed it to the King of Zhenbei. This story has been widely circulated. The Zhenguo Sword is the symbol of the Dafeng royal family, and this is common knowledge known to everyone in Dafeng.

Si Tianjian was walking to the Bagua stage, looking at the stream of light that started from Sangbo and swept across half of the capital. The Zhenguo Sword was a magic weapon. He wondered if it would cause any trouble to that boy.

Xu Zisheng had a strange look on his face, and his whole body was burning with awe-inspiring righteousness. He slowly raised his right hand, and with a gentle squeeze, the stream of light actually fell into his hand. The sword trembled and made a clanking sound, which was clear and sweet, resounding through the sky.

"I'm sorry, it seems that Zhenguo Sword chose me, just like the Queen chose Wei Yuan, and you suffered another betrayal. It's so miserable!"

"If I were you, I would definitely not be able to bear this humiliation. I would go straight to Bai Ling and hang myself. I would be too embarrassed to live!"

Emperor Jeanne's face froze at first, then became extremely distorted, hideous and terrifying, her eyes were red with anger, she turned her head to look at a lake somewhere, and roared angrily.

"Linglong, how dare you betray me!!"

Linglong is the divine beast of Da Feng. He is like a luck amplifier that can affect Dafeng's national destiny. In order to practice Taoism, Emperor Yuan Jing even stored most of his luck in Linglong's body. Only it can affect the fate of the Zhenguo Sword. Choice, the reason why Xu Zisheng was chosen for this great treasure of Dafeng Town must be because Linglong was secretly causing trouble.

"Impossible, this is impossible?"

Emperor Jeanne didn't want to accept this reality. Why Linglong would choose Xu Zisheng and betray him, the Great Feng King, he couldn't understand at all. At this time, Emperor Jeanne seemed to be trapped in a demonic barrier, feeling that the whole world had betrayed him. he. This feeling of being betrayed by the whole world was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart fiercely, making him want to go crazy and vent.

In the palace, Emperor Yongxing led the civil and military officials to climb the city wall at the morning gate. Looking from the top of the city, they could vaguely see the two sides fighting fiercely on the distant horizon.

"Why, why did Zhenguo Sword choose Xu Zisheng, and why did Linglong choose Xu Zisheng?"

Emperor Yongxing looked around, his voice sharp, and his handsome face showed an expression of confusion and doubt. He was obviously confused by this scene.

"Who will tell me, who will tell me?"

Emperor Yongxing was greatly shocked. Whether it was the Zhenguo Sword or the Spiritual Dragon, both of which could only be controlled by the Da Feng royal family. Now he actually chose to help Xu Zisheng, which made him extremely fearful. Could it be that Xu Zisheng wanted to change dynasties? Overthrow Dafeng.

The civil and military officials around Emperor Yongxing had complicated expressions, but no one could give him the answer. What is Xu Zisheng's identity? A series of question marks flashed through the minds of the ministers.

"Who is he? Could he be His Majesty's illegitimate son?"

A civil servant whispered with a complicated expression. When the colleagues around him heard this, their expressions changed and they all looked at Emperor Yongxing strangely, which made him feel shuddered and even more fearful.

"Impossible. Your Majesty has been practicing Taoism for more than 20 years and has never been lewd by women. Moreover, Marquis Wu An is not a fool. How could he tolerate this happening? You are too underestimating a third-grade warrior!"

Chief Assistant Wang Wenzhen shook his head slightly. Wu Anhou was an important general in the army and the leader of the Xungui Group. He was so powerful that even Emperor Yuan Jing wanted to win over him. How could he do such a ridiculous thing!

"Then how do you explain the situation at hand?"

Emperor Yongxing breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Xu Zisheng was the illegitimate son of Emperor Yuan Jing, so he might not be able to sit firmly on the dragon chair under his butt.

"Because your Majesty is unethical!"

Chief Assistant Wang Wenzhen said in a deep voice, making a final conclusion. He had vaguely found out some secrets before, but now he will no longer hide them, he said coldly.

"Everything Xu Zisheng said is true. Your Majesty colluded with the Witch God Sect to cut off the army's food and grass, and joined forces with the Witch God Sect to kill Wei Yuan. The emperor is unruly, and Xu Zisheng will attack him."

The ministers immediately became commotion, and they all turned their attention to the chief minister who had been standing in the court for decades. He had a high prestige and the credibility of his words was also high. In this way, His Majesty really did what he did and colluded with the witch god. It is no wonder that Xu Zisheng, the current sub-sage, was angered by his attempt to bring trouble to the world.

His Majesty has peerless cultivation, which they have witnessed with their own eyes. The choice of Zhenguo Sword and Spirit Dragon also verifies this statement. The magic weapons and spiritual beasts that only recognized the royal family all chose Xu Zisheng. This was more effective than any evidence.

"Hunjun!"

This idea arose in the minds of all the civil and military officials at the same time. It was obvious that Emperor Jeanne was already very angry at this time. Even if he could defeat Xu Zisheng, he might not be able to secure his position as the Supreme Emperor, because the officials would not agree, and the people would not accept it. A king who will agree to betray his country and bring trouble to the world is not needed!

Over Nanyuan, Xu Zisheng had a faint smile on his face, his eyes were clear and clear, slightly narrowed, extremely bright, looking down at the crazy Emperor Joan of Arc, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said warmly.

"Why is it impossible? You have already betrayed everyone. The Kingdom Divine Sword and Spirit Dragon will naturally choose me and choose to serve the world instead of you, the selfish cancer that is causing trouble to the world!"

Emperor Jeanne calmed down after hearing this. He had not lost yet and still had a chance to make a comeback. As long as he killed the annoying Xu Zisheng in front of him, he would be sure to regain control of Dafeng.

"As long as I kill you, I can still control Dafeng again!"

Emperor Jeanne snorted coldly. The golden dragon at his feet held the Witch God's eyeball in its mouth. The eyeball turned and shot out a black light. The power of earth, wind, water, and fire emerged into the void and turned into an extremely turbulent beam of light. Like the most violent artillery, it blasted towards Xu Zisheng.

"boom!"

The entire void was shattered, and the space was filled with the energy of earth, wind, water, and fire, shattering the laws of heaven and earth. The violent energy swept through everything around it. Mountains and trees were annihilated one after another, as if the world had been destroyed.

"The laws of heaven and earth have been destroyed, so I don't believe you can still use the Confucian magical power of speaking, speaking, and following magic!"

Emperor Joan of Arc controlled the golden dragon under his feet and rushed into the violent energy. He finally saw the opportunity to get close to Xu Zisheng. As long as he could successfully get close, he was sure to kill Xu Zisheng.

The raging energy was so violent that it left scars all over Emperor Jeanne's body, but there was no look of pain on his face. Instead, he was full of excitement, like a pervert, and his whole body was shaking with excitement. There was that look in his sight. The Taoist and elegant figure is holding the Confucian Sage Carving Knife in one hand and the National Sword in the other, blocking the violent earth, wind, water and fire from outside.

"Hahaha, Xu Zisheng, you are dead. The surrounding space has been completely destroyed by me, and the laws no longer exist. You are completely unable to activate the ability to use words to follow. You can only rely on the Confucian Sage Carving Knife and the Zhenguo Divine Sword to fight your own way. Bao, how can you be my opponent!"

Emperor Joan of Arc drove the golden dragon and rushed in front of Xu Zisheng, with a victorious smile on his face and a dark light in his eyes. He was extremely evil and depraved. At this time, his heart was completely filled with evil thoughts. His face was ferocious, terrifying and malicious, and his hands were clenched into fists. , ready to hit Xu Zisheng's annoying face hard and vent his resentment.

"boom!"

The iron fist bombarded, shattering the clear light of the Confucian Sage's carving knife and the Zhenguo Divine Sword, and fell towards Xu Zisheng's handsome and elegant face.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and a figure flew out, drawing a beautiful arc in the void, and blood spilled to the sky and the earth, which was extremely poignant.

"Snapped!"

The figure fell to the ground, and black gaps spread out like a spider web. The insects trapped in the web were unable to struggle and could only wait quietly for the fate of death, full of despair.

boom! Another figure fell from the sky, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at the figure sunk into the ground. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a cruel smile, and he said teasingly with a playful look in his eyes.

"Who told you that I am just a scholar?"

Xu Zisheng showed a proud smile on his face, looking at Emperor Jeanne who was seriously injured by his blow, without hiding his sarcasm.

"How can it be?"

Emperor Jeanne's eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, blood kept pouring out of her mouth, her face was extremely pale, like a little girl who had been insulted, full of despair, and she murmured.

"I'm afraid you have forgotten my origin. I am the son of Marquis Wu'an, and I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child!"

"It's true that I am a scholar, but I have never said that I am not a martial artist, right?"

"If I study to reason, then I practice martial arts just to make people listen to me quietly!"

"Facts have proven that what I did was right. Just like you, if reason doesn't make sense to you, you can only use force. Look at you now, don't you just lie down on the ground and listen to my reasoning?!"

"How can this be?"

Emperor Jeanne struggled to lift her head from the ground, her face was ferocious, her facial features were twisted together, and she roared loudly.

"Why can you, both civil and martial arts masters, reach the first level?"

Emperor Jeanne couldn't believe her eyes. Xu Zisheng was not only a first-grade sub-sage, but also a first-grade martial artist. It was simply unbelievable.

Although martial arts is despised by other training systems, it has to be said that martial arts is difficult. A third-grade martial artist is rare in the world, a second-grade martial artist is rare in a hundred years, and it goes without saying that a first-grade martial artist, the great ancestor Tai Feng and Wuzong, if they were favored by heaven and earth, it would be impossible for them to enter this realm. These are the only two first-grade martial artists in the past six hundred years.

If Wei Yuan had not been feared by Emperor Yuan Jing and abandoned his cultivation, he would have been able to enter the realm of a first-class martial artist. No one else has ever been heard of entering the realm of a first-class martial artist. This shows how difficult martial arts training is!

Martial arts training is not easy, but it is also powerful in combat. It can be regarded as the strongest of all training systems. It does not interact with the world and only cultivates itself. All the magic comes from itself.

A first-level Dzogchen martial artist, that is, a half-step martial artist, can completely fuse the essence, energy, and spirit. The cells in his body will be marked with array patterns and possess the property of immortality. Every part of the body has a part of the soul. Even if the body is divided, the soul will be taken away and exist as an individual with independent consciousness. It has its own domain, which is the embodiment of the warrior's own characteristics of heaven and earth. It can form a disordered space, immortal, endless lifespan, and its combat power is far more powerful than the first-class of other systems. Although it is impossible to defeat the super-class, But it's enough to compete with super-grades in a short time, and even super-grades can't kill them.

Monk Shenshu is an example. This King Shura at that time had a first-level Dzogchen cultivation. Even the Buddha, a super-level being, could not kill him and could only cut his body and seal it.

Xu Zisheng stood proudly and independently, his soul was his body, his body was his qi machine, and his qi machine was his soul. The power of his whole body was condensed into one, with an astonishing momentum, full of violent and tyrannical aura. He no longer had the elegance and gentleness before. Showing a side that has never been shown before, he is a warrior and unruly.

"Of course you can't understand my existence!"

Xu Zisheng smiled slightly, raised his head, looked into the void, and seemed to see the supervisor who was paying attention to this place, and said sarcastically.

"Joan of Arc, you have been practicing Taoism for more than 40 years, and the whole country supports you, but you are only a cultivator of the second rank of the realm of tribulation!"

"Your aptitude is not bad, but compared to me, it is a world of difference!"

"Xu Xinnian once said something, although it has become a laughing stock, but I feel that sentence is very suitable for me!"

"If I hadn't been born with Xu Zisheng, the Dafeng would have been like a long night!"

"The reason why I can practice both civil and martial arts and enter the realm of the first rank is because I am a genius, a real genius!"

Xu Zisheng said very proudly, with his head held high and his unmodest smile, people couldn't help but want to punch him hard. It was so hateful that it deeply hurt Emperor Joan of Arc's heart.

"Hateful!"

Emperor Joan of Arc was not a broad-minded person. His jealousy of Wei Yuan could fully prove that Wei Yuan was undoubtedly a genius, which made Emperor Joan of Arc jealous beyond recognition, and Xu Zisheng was a genius who was far more evil than Wei Yuan. Emperor Joan of Arc was extremely jealous and wished to cut Xu Zisheng into pieces.