Pretty Sister's Super Bodyguard

Chapter 1235 Sweeping the World ([-])

As a branch of Confucianism, since Confucius attained the Tao, it has developed rapidly in the world.

After Confucius became immortal, he left 72 sages, who are still cultivating in this Yaoguang star.

The battle of the great world involves not only the demon race, but also the demon race, Taoism, Buddhism and so on.All families, factions, ethnic groups and groups are all vying for luck for themselves.

Once the killing came, no one wanted to accept the killing and work for the welfare of others.

Either his family died, or his family died.

Tiandao Hongjun, no matter who fills this place, it is the same in Tiandao's eyes.

The Heavenly Court of Immortal Realm was so powerful back then, not all of them were killed.

When the doom comes, someone has to pay it back.

72 sages, all cultivated in the Mahayana realm.

This is a terrifying number, and it is also the foundation of Confucianism.

In the mortal world, Confucianism respects Confucius as a saint.In the fairy world, I am afraid that Confucius is not even ranked.

Qin Feng is now in the corner of the Heavenly Dao, condescending, and can already look down on the world.

There are 72 sages of Confucianism, headed by Fan Xu, known as Fan Zi.

Every time Li Yuancheng ended his court, he was seeking his opinion.

He waved and threw a scripture, and the golden font on it immediately enveloped all 72 people.

This scripture is exactly the "On the Classics" written by Confucius himself!
The Analects of Confucius circulated in the world is just a fragment excerpted from it.The true essence of Confucianism is all contained in the "Wheel Sutra".

Fan Zi shouted at Qin Feng, "Sect Master Qin, you and we don't need to hide behind the scenes anymore. Today, it's time for us to decide the winner!"

"Thief, harming the country and the people, come down and die!"

"Our Confucianism will kill you, a villain who is a disaster for the country today!"

"..."

The 72 sages of Confucianism yelled at each other and shot rays of light at the "Lunjing", making the scriptures shine even more golden.

This is a defensive circle, and Confucianism also has a fairy weapon, which is the Spring and Autumn Brush.

A golden writing brush was fired at the same time, and it was in the same place as the "On the Sutra", which also shone with a dazzling golden light.

One stroke and one scripture fully demonstrate the essence of Confucianism.

Qin Feng stepped down with a smile, stood in the formation with his hands behind his back, and hummed softly at the 72 sages, "The younger generation can only be brave in the mortal world. Ever since Confucius created Confucianism, you have occupied the world's resources until now The karma is getting more and more, and you have already been entangled in killing and calamity. You are in chaos, but you don’t know it, thinking that you still occupy the fortune of heaven and earth, don’t you know that today is your day to face calamity!”

Fan Zi scolded. "We will know our luck, and we don't need you, a traitor, to confuse the public with gossip! Spring and Autumn's pen will write justice!"

The 72 sages have magic power together, and the Spring and Autumn Golden Pen soars into the sky, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

Use the space as paper, and write a big word "Kill" on it.

Fan Zi shouted loudly, "Kill!"

As soon as the word "kill" moved, it turned into a sharp sword and slashed at Qin Feng in the air.

This is the sword of Confucianism, representing the power of faith of hundreds of millions of Confucian believers within the boundaries.

This sword is jointly exerted by 72 sages. It can stand on the stars and split the moon, and cut a star into powder.

The people on both sides held their breaths. This was the first time they had seen a battle of this level. It was simply devastating.

Before the long sword fell, it was still a hundred meters away from the ground.

A burst of sand and dust rose instantly, circling and wreaking havoc within a radius of more than ten miles.

Under the pressure of the sword, all the flowers, plants and trees on the ground were turned into dust, and even the boulders were shaken to pieces.

Lin Nan was troubled in his heart when he saw it, and secretly scolded Qin Feng why he didn't take the magic whip.A broken pen is no match for a magic whip.

Li Yuancheng on the opposite side narrowed his eyes even more, his palms were sweating.As long as Qin Feng dies, Li Qingxuan's good days will come to an end.The fate of heaven and earth will return to him.

This is his reliance, this is his confidence in a decisive battle.

Qin Feng stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, just smiled faintly, suddenly there were four sacred beasts floating and hovering above his head, and pointed his fingers lightly at the sky.

The space in front of him trembled like cloth, and when the long sword was ten meters above his head, it suddenly stopped.

This time, the hearts of the 72 sages fell to the bottom.

They hissed, "Kill!"

The power of faith in the "Lunjing" quickly gathered on the Spring and Autumn Brush in the sky.

The golden long sword suddenly became more and more powerful, and with a buzzing sound, even the ground around Qin Feng collapsed.

Qin Feng just sipped lightly, "Break!"

The space in front of him trembled suddenly, as if shaking off the dust on his body, he turned the long sword into powder with a puff.

The eyeballs of the 72 sages of Confucianism almost popped out of surprise. They are all from the Mahayana scriptures. There is no reason why there is such a big difference.

Their divine sea swayed violently, puff puff puff, all spit out a mouthful of stuffy blood.

Fan Zi took the lead, worked out the formula again, and led his juniors to shout at the same time, "Stop!"

"Lunjing" is a masterpiece of golden light, and the spring and autumn golden pen once again writes the word "town" with a size of [-] meters in the air!

The golden font quickly evolved into a golden mountain hundreds of feet high, pressing down on Qin Feng in the air.

Qin Feng shook his head, squinted his eyes and sighed, "Confucianism still has some morals, but they are all little Taoists!"

The mountain peak was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, the huge coercion made the ground rumble, the space trembled under the pressure, and gusts of wind whizzed up in the air.

The army, which was only tens of thousands of meters away, was attacked by the huge coercion, and they couldn't help but retreated one after another.

Li Yuancheng was about to bite off his teeth, and then hissed and cursed, "Bastard, you're not dead yet!"

When the mountain peak fell, Qin Feng punched out and collided with the mountain peak violently.

There was a muffled bang, and the huge coercion was like a nuclear bomb explosion, rumbling and rapidly spreading in all directions.

Lin Xia was so frightened that he quickly raised the Central Wuji Banner and covered all the gate towers inside.

72 The "On the Sutra" above the sage's head flashed with golden light, and also formed a golden barrier with a height of [-] meters behind.

That gigantic mountain peak didn't take a breath when resisting Qin Feng's punch, and was smashed to pieces with a bang.

At this moment, the Spring and Autumn Brush and the "Lunjing" were punched by the force of the fist, and suddenly burst.A dazzling mysterious light flashed in the air, and finally dissipated without a trace.

On Qin Feng's body, twelve witch gods rushed out quickly, surrounding all 72 sages.

The black wind gusts, and the evil spirit billows.

In the sunny weather, because of the appearance of the twelve witch gods, they were instantly covered by dark clouds.

On the ground, like a general from hell, the air was filled with yin and whimpering.

72 Immortals have already been shocked by the force of backlash, and their Qi veins are all injured. Facing such a powerful evil spirit, they can only hiss and sigh, "Is it true that my Confucian luck is broken?"

In the end, they sacrificed their magic weapons, such as the saint ruler, saint sword, saint bell, a total of 72 magic weapons, and smashed them down at the twelve witch gods.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" sounded like a monster coming out of hell.

The twelve witch gods rotated one by one, the space trembled, and the twelve magic tools were all turned into powder.

These monster-like witch gods opened their mouths and rushed towards them.They pierced their bodies one by one, bit their fangs, and even swallowed their souls into their stomachs.

　Chapter 8, go ahead, strive for ten chapters tonight, huh huh, scare you to death!

　　
　
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