Da Bong fights more people

But Confucian saints are not Confucian saints before they were alive, and there are witches and gods in the front, supported by the nine first-ranks. When facing other super-ranks, if used properly, this is the nine great powers that can change the situation of the battle.

However, he confronted Confucian saints.

At the moment when the nine first-rank warriors were condensed, nine figures also appeared in the sky on the other side.

Sitting cross-legged on a nine-petal lotus platform with a miniature sun condensed behind his head, he is a Buddhist Bodhisattva thousands of years ago.

One wears a dragon robe and a crown, carries a Fangtian painted halberd on his back, and holds a bronze sword carved with intricate patterns in his hand. This is a certain emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the past.

A naked upper body, burly and strong, with a thick snake tail on the lower body, no weapons in both hands, and a pair of eyes scarlet like snow.

One was entirely beastly, shaped like a lion, with six heads and a mane of tiny snakes.

Among the remaining six, three are scholars wearing Confucian robes and Confucian crowns, and one of them is the founder of Yunlu Academy, a first-grade sub-sage.

There are also three wearing Taoist robes, one with sword energy like a rainbow, one with the power of merit, and one with an illusory figure, as if in another world.

Confucian saints have also recruited former powerhouses who have a causal relationship with him, and the system is more complex and the methods are more comprehensive.

As for the method of summoning, of course it was prostitution of the witch god.

Confucian students of the sixth grade of Confucianism can quickly learn other people's spells and skills, and record them. For scholars, learning ability is the foundation.

And at the level of Confucian saints, you can reproduce 100% of the enemy's spells just by looking at them.

Eighteen formerly powerful heroic souls fight together, relying on the cooperation of multiple systems, Buddhism plays support, Confucianism plays control, Dizong cuts blessings, monsters and warriors take the lead in taking damage, and Renzong Tianzong plays output.

The heroic souls of the nine warriors summoned by the witch god were quickly strangled.

"Curse killing spell here!"

"Dreams are not allowed here!"

"The power of heaven and earth cannot be summoned here!"

"........"

Every time it is recited, part of the magic of the witch god is deprived, and the figure of the Confucian saint is blurred accordingly.exist

When the Confucian saint stopped chanting, the witch god lost all his extraordinary abilities. He had no super-grade personality, but he lost the corresponding power and spells.

Immediately afterwards, the Confucian saint held the carving knife, and was already on the verge of an illusory figure. He took a step forward and stabbed out the simple and unpretentious carving knife. Immediately, the wind and thunder roared, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The dazzling clear light expanded like a small sun.

Layers of black clouds were annihilated, turbulent, and huge blurry faces once again condensed out, roaring angrily:

"Confucian saint!"

The next moment, it also annihilated together with the black cloud.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, there is no wind, there are clouds, it is peaceful and peaceful.

Everything is as if nothing happened.

The civilians and military officers who survived by chance looked around in a daze, and after confirming their safety, they immediately broke out into earth-shattering cheers.

Chu Yuanzhen stood stupefied, tears blurred his eyes.

Huaiqing glanced at him, the emperor in the world was as cold as ice, hiding deep grief, took a deep breath, and said:

"The witch god is not dead, but was scattered by Confucian sages, and will surely come back within three to five days. Brother Chu, you should go to Mount Quanrong quickly, and let the Wulin League cooperate with the Jianzhou government to gather the people and abandon Zizhong's property. Evacuate to the capital as soon as possible."

Chu Yuanzhen nodded, hesitated a little, and said:

"Your Majesty, what about you?"

Huaiqing smiled bitterly and said:

"I don't have a single bit of luck in my body, Dafeng is about to perish."

Dafeng's luck has dissipated, just like the Three Kingdoms of Yankangjing, without luck, the country will perish and become a part of Dafeng.

Now that the fortune of Dafeng has been lost, it seems that sooner or later it will be swallowed by Chaopin.

Thinking of this, Chu Yuanzhen felt even more heavy and sad, not knowing where the future of Dafeng was, and where the future of the creatures of Kyushu was.

"Now we can only do our best to obey the destiny."

Regardless of his sadness, he bowed to Huaiqing, leaped onto the spine of his sword, and roared away.

..........

Leizhou.

Yang Gong's body trembled suddenly, the fresh air in his eyes became extremely intense, and flowed slowly like a river.

He felt the coming of Confucian saints, and then understood Zhao Shou's choice.

Unstoppable sadness, confusion and hesitation welled up in my heart, and tears slid down my cheeks silently. The newly promoted third-grade scholar whispered:

"The dean is dead!

"Da Feng.......The country's fortune is lost."

Li Miaozhen, who was in front of Yujian, suddenly looked back, sadness appeared in her eyes, and the sadness of her lips were dead and her teeth were cold.

The other superpowers were silent at the same time.

"very good!"

Gala Tree Bodhisattva knocked Asuro away with a punch, shook his bloody fist, and instantly recovered.

The Guangxian Bodhisattva not far away smiled, and Liuli also heaved a sigh of relief.

The three Bodhisattvas saw Zhao Shou's departure and did not try to stop him. On the one hand, the pressure on them would suddenly be relieved because a second-rank Confucian was gone, and on the other hand, they also needed someone to stop the witch god and delay time.

Because, Shenshu is about to die!

Two giants stood in the "silt" pool, one was Buddha's condensed Dharma, after he merged into the Vajra Dharma, a ring of fire ignited behind his head, and twelve pairs of arms holding various magic tools grew out of his back.

But the facial features are still vague.

Another pitch-black Dharma image, half of the twelve pairs of arms were broken, and it could not be condensed for a long time, and the breath had already declined seriously.

Standing behind one side are seven dharma figures, whose aura is like a rainbow but not weakened; one dharma form is broken, and there is no strength to even reunite.

High judgment.