Inventory scene: The sword comes to cut through the thirty-three heavens

Chapter 110 Confucianism can be so?!!

Everyone in the Kyushu Continent stared at the picture in the golden list, and they were stunned.

Suddenly, there was an extra demon beast with a sheep’s body and human face and tiger teeth and claws in the picture.

The moment it opens its mouth, it is like a baby.

“Humans, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I shouldn’t have held that sword.”

The sound of gluttony echoed throughout the valley.

Countless birds and beasts flew around.

The Most Holy Prophet looked at the monster in front of him with a dignified face.

“Gluttony.”

“Since it’s you, let’s see if you can swallow it, my mighty article.” One of the four fierce beasts, a legend from ancient mythology. ”

Ferocious beasts.

The existence of devouring heaven and earth.

But this kind of existence, he is not afraid. Or rather, the pen and ink in his hand.

Don’t be afraid.

I saw him raise his hand slightly.

Ink in your hand.

Between heaven and earth, Haoran’s righteous qi moved again.

As he writes faster and faster.

Between heaven and earth.

A text condensed by the Most Holy Prophet, Haoran righteousness, gradually manifested.

“Chop.”

Gluttony looked at this scene doubtfully, stunned.

Is this man crazy?

As far as this painless text is concerned, what can you do with yourself? It stood there, quietly waiting for the words to manifest.

Only to see the heavens and the earth, the Confucian Haoran gathered into the essence and filled the words.

Eat and swallow.

Then he looked at the Most Holy Master with a proud face.

“Humans, your words taste good.”

“Come more.”

The sound of the fierce beast still reverberated in heaven and earth, and it had a long history.

The Most Holy Prophet did not speak.

Just a slight wave of the hand.

Suddenly, his body emitted a Dao Dao light.

One by one, the Confucian aura shone brightly on the heavens.

“No.”

Accompanied by the last words left by the gourmet.

One of the four fierce beasts.

Count, the figure dissipates.

The people of the Kyushu Continent could not hide the shock in their eyes.

Words slash?

Confucianism was able to cultivate to this point.

Yin Zheng looked at this scene, and the shock in his pupils could not be hidden. He had always looked down on those weak scholars, mostly disdainful.

Just this scene now.

Too shocking. Words cut off the gods.

He couldn’t help but murmur.

“Confucianism, can you do the same?”

Along with the fall of the Gluttonous Heaven, there were suddenly several more Divine Clan Great Gods between heaven and earth.

The divine power they carry on them is the supreme in heaven and earth.

That was the coercion that belonged to the Divine Clan.

“After thousands of years, there are still Terrans who dare to provoke the majesty of our Divine Clan.”

“Mankind, you should meet the wrath of my divine race.”

The disdainful voice of the Divine Clan came from the sky.

The clouds are agitated.

It was as if it was going to shatter the Nine Heavens. With the voice of the voice. There are also Divine Clan Magic. The Heavenly Martial God roared angrily.

The body is full of momentum.

A diffuse golden light surrounded him.

Even through the curtain, you can feel the terror and pressure in it.

The divine power that gradually covered the sky emanated from his body.

“Divine Skill: Heavenly Martial Destruction Strike.”

A golden light suddenly appeared in the sky. Divine power filled the heavens.

There is no way to avoid it.

A mighty divine pressure.

From him.

Seeing this, the Confucian aura filled the heavens.

Fight against divine powers.

The Most Holy Prophet moves again.

With the Most Holy Prophet taking a step, the Heavenly Poetry turned into a sharp sword and cut through the divine skill.

The golden light dissipated.

The sword pierced through the firmament and emitted endless sword qi.

The Heavenly Martial God’s body was surging with divine power, intending to isolate this sword qi from the outside.

“Humans, do you want to kill God by looking at the power of no threat?”

“You may be too small to look at the majesty of the Divine Clan.”

“Break it for me.”

Accompanied by a roar that resounded across the sky.

The Great God of Heavenly Martial Arts summoned a golden light from the sky. Straight to the Confucian Sword Qi.

The divine light collided with Haoran’s righteous qi.

A ‘bang’ in the sky resounded through the clouds.

Then, a sword shadow emerged, passing through countless golden rays and slashing at the Heavenly Martial God.

The Heavenly Martial God with a look of incredulity on his face exclaimed.

“No, how could it be.”

“It’s absolutely impossible.”

“Mankind, human beings dare to kill God.”

The roar of the Heavenly Martial God reverberated in the sky.

Tens of thousands of meters away…

Inside the mountains and rivers, birds and beasts crawl to the ground in fear.

Some fragile, even directly shattered the internal organs.

How could anyone beat him in this way.

There is no aura fluctuation, but it can break the magic skill.

The remaining strength is not reduced, and it can directly kill the big god.

Immediately afterward, the Most Holy Prophet wrote more and more poems and songs.

Sword shadows are also increasing.

The great gods of the Divine Clan attacked one after another, wanting to kill the Most Holy Ancestor.

Just helpless, the sword shadow in the sky was enough to kill the great god.

“No, it can’t.”

“How could this great god die at the hands of a human being?”

When the Kyushu mainland saw the situation, it was difficult to hide the shock in his eyes.

The Most Holy Prophet.

How could he have beheaded God with poetry and song? Fight with one enemy and seven with one sword.

This indifference, the bed is not a little too dry and appalling.

Wang Yangming exhaled in surprise.

“I can’t imagine that my Confucian poetry can not only save the world, but also wield a sword and slash the gods.”

“The Most Holy Prophet is so strong that he has become so strong.”

Du Fu was a little stunned and let go of the wolf in his hand.

“That’s all, the articles of the Most Holy Prophet can reach the heavens and the gods below, and they can be written by my generation.”

Li Bai laughed maniacally.

“Whoever says that a student is useless, poetry can cut off the gods.”

Kong Yingda had a hint of excitement in his voice.

“The ancestors of our clan can be Confucian and mighty, who dares to say that our clan is useless.”

The scholars and literati of the Kyushu Continent could not contain their inner excitement.

Poetry and song give the gods to open the heavens.

This is an unprecedented move.

As the picture shifts, the Most Holy Prophet has begun to write moral articles.

A famous quote from his pen appeared.

These words turned into a sword that slashed the heavens.

The momentum is amazing.

Although there is no aura, it can also soar into the sky.

Between heaven and earth.

Countless mighty righteous qi gathered.

Concentration manifests. The Most Holy Prophet had in mind the scene of the beheading of the heavens by the emperors of all generations. The humiliation, the enslavement endured by the Terrans, seemed to play back before his eyes. Then, this sword was condensed by the mighty aura of Confucianism.

Wave to the sky.

And with Confucianism.

A sword to cut the gods.

“Go.”