"Ancient ancestors, stone statues are in the sky!"

In the midst of the endless turbulence, seven huge stone statues appeared out of thin air.

Seven terrifying forces converged, mighty, and the turbulent currents around them seemed to be dead and silent.

"The bitter sea is boundless, turn back to the shore!" A chanting sound suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and seven stone statues crossed the sky, like thousands of mountains, suppressing the heavens.

And the thousands of sword rainbows that burst out earlier collapsed at this moment.

Seven immense breaths spread, and the surrounding gusts of yin wind suddenly stopped.

"Stone statue?" The second generation of sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was a rare trace of solemnity in his eyes.

In these seven stone statues, he sensed incomparable oppression, as well as seven majestic wills.

"The statue of the Seven Sons of Confucianism?" Qianchuan Cliff avoided the impact of the regular torrent, and his expression was a little puzzled.

The stone statue of the seven sons of Confucianism has also been seen in Qianchuan Cliff, but the mystery has not been explored.

Yuchen's gaze changed, on this stone statue, he actually felt a sense of oppression, it seems that he still underestimated these seven stone statues in the past.

"Even if you have the will of these seven guys, you can't stop this seat!" said the second generation indifferently, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked straight at these seven stone statues.

Before the words fell, the second generation stepped out, followed by two regular giant swords behind him.

Thousands of rules turned into sword rainbows again, and as the second generation of sword fingers raised, these sword rainbows were like falling stars, heading straight for the seven stone statues.

"Thousands of years, thousands of years in a blink of an eye, return from ancient times, the seven sons of Confucianism!"

Mo Che said lightly, and the guqin in his hand shattered and turned into ashes at this moment.

And at this moment, a wave of majestic aura burst out on the seven stone statues, out of control.

The aura that emerged turned into seven phantoms. Confucian clothes fluttering, Buddha light permeated.

The sound of chanting books and chanting resounded in the heavens and the earth out of thin air, and the surging majestic qi formed seven towering mountains under the seven phantoms, which were more than thousands of zhang.

At the same time, seven majestic wills erupted inside the stone statue and poured into the majestic mountain phantom.

Obscuring the sky and the sun, seven towering mountains keep the Blood Moon behind.

The roaring sword rainbow fell on the high mountain, like a stone sinking into the vast sea, without stirring up any waves.

Bang! Mo Che stepped into the air and sat on the high mountain, the mighty qi surging around him gathered in his hands. Form a six-string guqin.

Boom! Mo Che flicked the qin, and the sound of Jin Ge's iron horse rushed into the sky again.

With the sound of books in the sky, the surrounding heaven and earth seemed to change, and the endless sea of blood collapsed. Phantoms appeared, some of them were playing the harp, some were holding swords.

This is the martial arts world that belongs to Mo Che, and the mighty power is rolled out. replaced this world.

"The courtesy is still exchanged, and the predecessors have three swords. Next, it's up to the juniors to make a move!" Mo Che said lightly, seven majestic wills condensed on the outside of the strings.

"Kill!" Mo Che bowed, his hands jumping quickly on the strings, and a song full of killing fluttered out.

Kill, kill, kill! Thousands of scholars who were reciting books raised their heads, and their mouths were full of righteousness. Yang Tian roared in unison: "The blood flows thousands of miles, and the corpse pillows thousands of mountains." Kill!"

"Senior, this is the first song that the junior dedicates to you, Confucian kills!"

The chaotic part of the piano music suddenly sounded. The aura of the Confucian phantom turned into a tiger wolf, and the tiger wolf roared. swooped down, carrying the vast rules of heaven and earth.

Bang bang! Heaven and earth trembled at this moment, the mighty spirit lasts forever, the Haoran rule appears, and the third rule controlled by Mo Che.

Looking at this scene, many Demon Hall martial artists were shocked, their faces turned pale, and the roar of the tiger wolf exploded in the depths of their souls like a huge thunderbolt.

And the guardians of the Jade Emperor were all excited, raised their swords, and killed!

The killing intent below was monstrous, and in the sky above, rules emerged, and thousands of tigers and wolves pounced.

"There are tigers in your heart, why be afraid of the tigers and wolves in the world!" the second generation said lightly, standing with his hands in his hands, and letting the thousands of tigers and wolves pounce.

A regular sword leaf came out around the second generation, and the surrounding area became a sea of swords, and the sword leaves were densely packed, and as the second generation of sword fingers fell, thousands of sword leaves shot out in a volley, setting off a wave of rules.

The tiger and wolf roared, their fangs and claws shattering the tide of rules and meeting thousands of sword leaves.

The sword leaves swept away, and the tiger wolves were full of sword leaves, and these tiger wolves were unaware, and they roared with every step.

"The courage of Confucianism, the power of tigers and wolves, who said that it is useless to be a scholar?"

"This piece is good, you can be the powerhouse of this era. The second generation said lightly, his eyes were calm like a pool of stagnant water, although this song was terrifying, but he couldn't help it.

There are tigers in their hearts, how can they be intimidated by these tigers and wolves. A chill flashed in the eyes of the second generation, and the sword lotus under his feet slowly bloomed.

"She also likes the piano, her piano, my heart. The second generation muttered, and the blooming sword lotus swayed in the wind.

The yin wind swept in, and the sword lotus flew one after another, falling under the fingers of the second generation, as if turning into a five-string guqin.

The piano has six strings, and only one string is missing, my heart is like a tiger, and only the rose is missing.

Let the tigers and wolves roar in the sky and the earth, killing into the sea, the second generation left his eyes on the piano alone, and a beautiful shadow appeared in his heart.

Entering reincarnation, rebelling against the martial god, looking for the soul, chasing the traces, reaching out to hold the traces, holding the fingers together, it turned out to be the soul of the orchid, turning into endless red dust.

"This piano, this seat can also play!" Time seemed to be in an endless state, and it seemed to be just a moment, the second generation raised his head, looked at the figure of the rolling tiger wolf, and said lightly.

"Chaos is born, broken!" The sword of rules in the hands of the second generation dispersed, and he flicked the piano with one hand, flicking his fingers tenderly.

My sword poured all over the world, and my heart poured into Yuqing, pouring out this life, just for the next life you and I ferryed the Lan Zhou, met the ancient pavilion, and continued the covenant of the previous world.

The sound of the piano is ethereal, and the chaotic rules are integrated into the sound of the piano, touching thousands of tigers and wolves, and the tigers and wolves roar, actually tearing each other apart, and the phantoms are shattered, turning into Haoran rules, and integrating into heaven and earth.

"Chaotic Qin!" Mo Che raised his eyebrows slightly, this qin song had just reached the chaotic part, but the sound of the second generation of the qin interrupted him, originally his own state of mind was also affected by this chaotic qin sound, although the qin was not at a high level, but it could not continue.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Mo Che raised his head, and his endless killing intent surged in his eyes, "Monk kill, this is the second qin song dedicated by the junior to the senior." ”

Before the words fell, Mo Che flicked his head on the piano, and the killing intent in the sound of the piano increased again, and the heaven and earth were scarlet, as if blood could seep out at any time.

Kill, kill, kill! The yin wind gusted, setting off a monstrous wave of space.

"Once the foreign enemy rebelled against the martial gods, the martial arts cultivators rushed to the common people and wept. Mo Che's deep voice blended into the roar of the sky, and the piano pitched high.

Kill, kill, kill! The sword-wielding monks opened their eyes one after another, revealing endless killing intent, and roared up to the sky: "Courage like a bear, eyes like a wolf, cultivate a sword, kill for nine days!"

Bang bang! A monk who had been transformed into an Ancient Guardian stood up and walked out with a sword in hand, and the momentum rushed out.

Thousands of monks stepped on the void, and the sword leaves immediately collapsed, and the tigers and wolves fighting each other stopped one after another, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Thousands of monks straddled the tiger and wolf, brandished their swords, and galloped into the sky, shocking the hearts of all the warriors present.

"The strong man fights, and sleeps with the corpses of the enemy!" thousands of Confucian scholars recited, and the majestic rules were carried out, sprinkling a huge net that covered the entire sky.

The mountains swelled again, thousands of feet.

The chaotic rules that pervaded completely collapsed at this moment, and the eyes of the second generation were slightly raised, looking at the vast tens of millions of monks, with a rare hint of jealousy in their eyes.

Monk kill, kill, kill! kill!

Cracks appeared on the sword lotus under his feet, and the heavens and the earth trembled wildly.

The general trend is impacting the soul of the second generation all the time, the second generation shook his head slightly, his eyes stopped on the strings and murmured: "Ask the world, how much smoke and dust is not the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, the song of the song!"

The second generation showed the color of reminiscence, and the sword lotus petals fell on the strings, striking a clear and graceful sound.

The second generation raised his left hand, crossed his legs, sat on the sword lotus, the silver strings were plucked, and the blurred sound of the piano passed through the endless reincarnation, pulling out a fragrant shadow.

Thousands of monks galloped in, listening to the sound of the piano, and a shadow danced with the sound of the piano among the hosts