Lin Che reached out and took out the Haoran Demon-Suppressing Pen from his Cangtian bag, and drew it in front of him.

“Break it for me!!”

Boom boom boom!!

The powerful Haoran Demon-Suppressing Pen, with just a stroke, directly broke Wu Zhiyao's seventh sword.

"What?"

Wu Zhiyao was originally waiting to laugh at Lin Che for overestimating his abilities, but he didn't expect that Lin Che could break his lifelong skills with just a stroke of the pen.

Naturally, his face was filled with shock.

"That's the Confucian sage's Haoran Demon-Suppressing Pen! He actually has it!"

Ling Jingzong also exclaimed, his face full of surprise, his eyes rolling around.

This pen in Lin Che's hand not only symbolized that Lin Che had gained the Confucian Sage's approval, but also symbolized that the Confucian Sage had awakened.

If he kills Lin Che and then goes to attack Da Gan, will he be intercepted by the Confucian Sage?

"Brother Wu, we can't wait any longer. Let's join forces and kill him."

"Okay, just as the Sect Master said. There's no need to talk about morality with this kind of person!"

Wu Zhiyao agreed without hesitation. He knew very well that Lin Che had almost never taken the initiative to attack, and each move he made was neither fast nor slow.

Thinking about the previous battle with Lin Che and Lin Che's terrifying explosive power, he must not be careless again.

He threw the golden sword with one hand, and it stuck into the ground with a clang.

His face was grim. He took off the sword case behind him and stood forward.

I don't know what mechanism he pressed, but the sword box made a clicking sound and then opened like a folding fan.

Ssssssssss!!

A total of seven rays of light burst out from the sword box.