Stunning beauty

The wind howled.

Thunder is deafening.

In the east courtyard of the Taixue Palace, a majestic righteousness soared into the sky, piercing the sky.

Then, a shocking scene happened, centering on the East Campus of the Taixue Palace, the awe-inspiring righteousness spread rapidly, and the majestic and endless power directly dispelled all the dark clouds in the sky.

In an instant, the sun shines on the earth again, illuminating the world.

All the people in the capital saw this scene with shock on their faces.

The head of Confucianism is holy!

"Congratulations to the head of Confucianism!"

In Taixue Palace, a disciple dressed in a Confucian robe and carrying an ancient sword walked out, looked in the direction of the East Courtyard, and bowed his hands in respect.

At the same time, in the capital city, hundreds of thousands of men and women came out of seemingly inconspicuous mansions, all different in age, rich and poor.

At this moment, everyone bowed their hands in the direction of Taixue Palace and said respectfully, "Welcome the Confucian leader!"

Thousands of years of Confucianism, students are all over the world. On weekdays, these people do not show their mountains and dews. However, it does not mean that these people do not exist, they just did not appear.

Everyone saluted, and under the blazing and respectful gazes, the old man walked out of the wooden house in the east courtyard of the Taixue Palace, with an incomparably powerful aura that made the scorching sun in the sky lose its color.

Over the millennium, masters emerged one after another in the world, but only the Confucian leader was always victorious, undefeated for thousands of years, and invincible in the world.

The power of the Confucian leader has already surpassed the cognition of martial arts. He is as strong as the scholar in the Temple of Heaven and has dominated the past 20 years. .

It can be said that in the past 1000 years since the era of conferring gods, the human world has gradually recovered from the chaos of the gods, and no major turmoil has occurred. The existence of Confucian leaders is the main reason.

Today, the underworld is openly rioting in broad daylight. There is no doubt that it has touched the bottom line of the saint.

Saints wish, how can we allow demons to wreak havoc on the world.

"Forget the words."

In the east courtyard of Taixue Palace, the figure of Confucius rose into the air, and said, "Use the sword."

At the end of the sentence, Kong Qiu held his right hand empty, and suddenly, on the street in the distance, the Taiyi sword sang softly, flew out of Bai Wangyu's hand, turned into a blazing meteor, and flew into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the Taiyi Sword flew into the old man's hand, and the majestic and endless righteousness poured in, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, dazzling.

"The dead have passed away, so they should return to the world, and should not be nostalgic for the prosperity of the world."

In the air, Kong Qiu looked at the dozen or so Nether Earth statues outside the Taixue Palace, and said something calmly, and immediately, he swung his sword across the sky.

The shocking sword, pressed down from the sky above the Taixue Palace, was turbulent, like a turbulent wave, like a stormy wave, and it had completely turned into substance.

The sword energy beyond cognition swept across the world. Outside the Taixue Palace, in the two battles, the eighteen gods of the underworld felt the terrifying oppressive force, their bodies shook, and their faces showed fear.

escape!

Coincidentally, the same thought flashed through the minds of the Eighteen Netherlands, and without any hesitation, they turned and ran away.

However, before the saint, who can escape.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the sword energy pierced through the air, and the eighteen gods of the underworld turned into ashes in response, without even a chance to scream, they completely disappeared from the world.

The power of completely different levels, the gap is so large that it is unbelievable.

After wiping out all the Netherland with one sword, Kong Qiu looked at the Great Shang Palace in front of him in the void, and a cold look flashed in his old eyes.

At this moment, in the imperial palace and Shou'an Hall, Shang Huang looked at the sages in the sky above the Taixue Palace, his face sank.

This old guy is not dead!

"Your Majesty, I am in trouble."

Behind, the Nine Infant Demon Emperor reminded in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, he dare not."

Shang Huang opened his mouth to answer, but before he finished speaking, his eyes shrank fiercely.

But seeing above the Taixue Palace, the sage raised his hand and pointed his sword at the Dashang Palace.

"As a king, you don't obey the will of the people, don't consider the sentiments of the people, and instigate monsters to wreak havoc in the world. This is an unforgivable crime. This sword is your punishment!"

In the void, Kong Qiu said something in a cold voice, and immediately, a sword swung down, slashing towards the Great Shang Palace ahead.

In an instant, the ten thousand zhang sword energy rushed straight to the Dashang Palace, distorting the space wherever it passed.

"Roar!"

As the sword energy approached the Great Shang Palace, behind the Fengtian Palace, a heaven-shattering dragon howl sounded, and the dragon lurking in the Great Shang Palace felt the threat of the sword, raised its head to the sky and roared furiously, soaring into the sky.

"boom!"

Under the horrified eyes of everyone in the palace, the sword energy pierced through the air, and directly shattered the body of the dragon. It was stronger than the dragon transformed by the fate of a dynasty, and it could not withstand the blow of the saint.

"Buzz!"

The dragon collapsed, and then, in the depths of the imperial palace, twelve beams of light shot straight into the sky, and a huge shadow covered the sky and the sun. It was the Nine Cauldrons that once suppressed the luck of Kyushu.

Nine tripods appear, the purple energy is mighty, a country's heavy weapons, and then block the saint's tricks.

"Boom!"

All eyes were on, the sword of the sage fell on the Nine Cauldrons of Zhenshi, the violent impact resounded through the heaven and the earth, and the Nine Cauldrons screamed, but they all fell from the sky after less than one breath.

The nine bronze tripods smashed down on the ground, their brilliance quickly dimmed, and they completely lost their previous sharpness.

In the depths of the Taixue Palace, in the imperial ancestral hall, Taishang saw this earth-shattering sword, but his expression did not change much, and he did not intend to block it.

If you make a mistake, you will be punished, as it should be.

However, did this old man make a big fuss? This trivial matter can be solved by the younger generation, so there is no need to do it yourself.

To be honest, he didn't think that apart from the catastrophe of winter, there was nothing worth their efforts.

Even if this big merchant is destroyed, so what?

The world, or that world, will not change in any way.

"Mysterious Yin Technique!"

At the same time, in the Hall of Shou'an, the Nine Infant Demon Emperor saw the terrifying sword energy coming from the sky, and formed seals with his hands, trying to block the saint's move.

"madness!"

On the side, Emperor Shang reprimanded, and sent the Nine-Infant Demon Emperor out of Shou'an Hall with one palm, and immediately looked at the mighty sword energy suppressed by the sky. By the sword of a sage.

The next moment, in front of the Shou'an Hall, the mighty sword energy pierced through the air, and with a bang, it sank into Emperor Shang's body. wap.biqmgè

"Uh!"

Sword energy entered his body, followed by a muffled groan of pain, Shang Huang staggered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

however.

What is unbelievable is that the great merchant king who forcibly accepted the sword of the saint was only seriously injured, and did not explode or ashes directly as he had known.

In the sky above Taixue Palace, after Kong Qiu slashed out two swords, he didn't make another move. He waved Taiyi sword back, and his figure descended from the sky.

"The head of Confucianism."

In the small courtyard, Chen Qiaoer and others rushed back, and the five Confucian masters stood side by side, bowing their hands together and saluting, congratulating the saint on his return to heaven.

"Go and see that little guy."

Kong Qiu said something, without further words, and walked straight into the wooden house in front.