The Human Emperor

This is not from Li Jun's own power, but from Confucian Saint Master Kong and Confucian Hundred Saints, including many Confucian leaders of future generations to harness the burst power.

“Buzz!”

But in the blink of an eye, this force joined together and overwhelmed Wang's body. That instant king trembled like a heavy blow.

“Wang Chong, take it! ”

Li Gun envied the harsh sound of thunder shaking over the entire staging field, bursting, electric light and stone fire room, Li Gun envied above the top of the head, heaven and earth bursting, a huge high level space instantly opened.

This high-grade energy space, unlike the energy space that enters the micro-environment, the space opens for a moment, the heavens and earth suddenly echo the sounds of the holy singing, infinite text and ancient volumes constantly emerge in the void next to Li Junje, disappear and perish.

At the same time, deep in that high-grade energy space, a stream of milky white energy, royal and vast, filled with the power of Yang to Gang, poured down from inside, like a river and sea into Li Junqiao's body.

“Phew!”

In the electric light and stone fire room, only a shocking dragon chant was heard. Li Jun was envious and instantly pulled out the vast sword on his left waist.

The cold light flashed, and together a great sword erupted, along with Li Junhui's envy of the pounds of energy in the top level space, swept towards Wang.

That sword surpassed the electric light and transcended the mind. When the sword burst, it almost instantly crossed the void and fell to the top of the king's punch.

Pass the sword and leave a dozen long white sword marks in the sky!

This is the sword of the Holy Order and the strongest sword of the Confucian Gate. It assembles the crown of the Confucian Holy Sword and the Holy Sword of the Holy Land. At this moment, Li Jun envy has been among the most powerful leaders of the entire Confucian Gate.

Boom!

Wang pupil shrunk, the instant massive amount of entering micro-exploitation gushed out of his body and poured into the Great Lo Immortal Sword.

In the face of Li Jun's envy of this powerful sword, Wang Chong did not choose to retreat, but assembled all his strength and forcibly confronted him.

Boom, two swords intersect, and a terrible force bursts out of between them, sweeping the Quartet. In the face of Li Jun's envy with the help of the sword of the crown of Kong Sheng, Wang Chung was shocked back by the power of Pei Mo Neng.

“Prince! ”

“Young Master! ”

……

On the west side of the martial arts field, Li Jiye, Miyayu Yixiang and others suddenly shouted and changed their faces.

Li Jun envied that sword was incredibly powerful. He held two holy instruments, and each of them was an ancient magic instrument with thousands of years of history. People followed Wang for so long. It was also the first time that anyone of his age could defeat Wang Zheng positively.

“The situation is not good, Confucian Confucian crown of Confucian Confucius is too strong, so that the prince cannot resist, more than that, you may not have found that Li Junje's spiritual strength is now more powerful than that of the prince. With this crown of Confucian Confucius, he is now not only overwhelmed by his strength, but his spiritual strength also has a great influence on the prince.

“Bad, Li Junqiao did it again! ”

……

With the voices of the people, Li Junqiao did not hesitate. His body instantly disappeared like a ghost. Once again, he slashed his sword towards Wang.

Boom Lung, that sword chopped down, cut a hundred feet of crack in the martial arts field, but this time Wang Chong did not fight him hard, but by virtue of the great emptiness, risky and dangerous avoided the blow.

“Useless, Wang Chong, this crown of holy holy holy is the first sacred object of our Confucian Gate. It is the crown cap of Master Holy Saint Kong. Holy words, no man can not be undressed crown. Your soldiers kill people in the wilderness. Wang Chong, you are killing more than any general of any era. ”

“In the Qin Dynasty, Baiyi called the Great General Wang, Qin Zhao Changping I, the pit killed 400,000, future generations called him a god, you killed 400,000 in the southwest, spread the plague in Us Tibetan Plateau, the impact of innocence is untold, and the battle of Horoshan is a chase to the north, killing millions. White is overshadowed compared to you! ”

“You are the true King of Murder Demons! This crown of saints is meant to restrain you soldiers and bloodthirsty warriors. ”

Li Junqiao's voice did not slow down and echoed throughout the arena.

Although the attack was flashed by Wang, Li Jun was envious and seemed unhurried.

“Now I come to end this battle between us! ”

Li Junqiao's voice was indifferent and ambitious. It rang like a Hong Zhong Dalu in all directions.

Boom!

Li Jun's envy just fell, halfway through the sky, the light shadow changed, a pound of vast righteousness swept from the crown of Kong Sheng over Li Jun's head.

At the same time, Li Jun envied the void surrounding him and suddenly appeared a shadow of honor to his sons, a Confucianist saint, holding the scriptures in his hand, breathing with great majesty and integrity.

With the fiction of the sons, Li Jun's envy suddenly surged.

Boom!

Seeing this scene, all the Confucianism around them, Daju all stood up in shock, a very excited look, now a martial arts festival, but the end of Confucianism. Since spring and autumn, the sons have disappeared, and there has never been a Confucian sage like the sons in Sino-Turkish Shenzhou.

Although the word "Zhu Zi" is also called “child”, the word is a popular name, and there is still a considerable gap between the word "children” and "sons" of “sons”.

With Li Junje alone able to summon the illusions of the sons, he is ranked among the top leaders of Confucius Gate.

“It's amazing, this Li Jun envied with the help of the doorman's support that he has been pulled to an incredible level. He is now the real son's support. This duel of the exotic king wants to defeat him, I'm afraid it will hang. ”

The miracle revealed by the crown of Kong Saint is also a great shock and shock for all the martial artists present.

Yet the changes in the field are far more than that. As the power of the crown of Confucian Saints is constantly extended by Li Jun, and inspired to the peak, Confucian ancestors sing and recite sounds in the heavens and the earth, but these Confucian “holy monuments” are somewhat different from those in the scriptures.

Just in the eyes of everyone, Li Jun envied the holy hands around him. The book of Confucianism suddenly spreads a little blood, showing a pattern of a handle sword and countless images of battlefield slaughter.

Seeing this scene, the crowd suddenly buzzed.

“The legacy of Confucius Saint, the legacy of the sons, is the annihilation of all the swordsmen of the world, forever to calm all the wars of the world, in exchange for the peace of all the worlds, Wang Chong, your hands are stained with blood, destined to be hated by the holy ones, accept the Holy Oracle of Dacheng to the Holy and the generations of foremen! ”

Heaven and earth wind, milky white vast upright qi, vast as smoky sea, scattered heaven and earth, completely swallowed Li Jun's enviable figure. Only that cold, loud voice echoed in the heavens and the earth.

In the intense vast upright qi, nobody saw, Li Jun envied the white clothes as snow, divine color, his fingers pointed a little, instantly to the opposite Wang Chong, activated the crown of Kong Sheng's most powerful ability.

Boom!

In the electric light and stone fire room, a thunderbolt sounded over the martial arts field. For a moment, that room was more fierce than the sun. It turned into an astonishing column of light. It fell sharply from the sky. In an instant, it struck Wang Shou on the ground, and the ability of Wang Shou was completely inescapable.

More than that, if you look closely, you will discover that in that huge, vast gas column, there are countless tadpole-like tiny words, the saints, the subsets of history…, all these words spoken by the saints, or scriptures, all turned into tens of thousands of tiny words, blended into that brilliant light column, as if they were falling down like waterfalls, and bombarded into the King's Strike.

As soon as the words of the Sacred Ancestors entered the King's Strike, they immediately burst out, pouring into the limb of the King's Strike, all the veins.

buzz

At the moment of imminent danger, Wang Zhong felt the danger, contracting all mental forces to protect the mind, heart and lungs.

Wang Zhongpun's spiritual strength was concentrated in substance and turned into a hard shield against the force of Confucianism, which had fallen from the sky and was difficult to measure.

Wang Chong's reaction has been quick, only unfortunately, compared to this mysterious Confucian power, it is still a step slower, clicking, like the broken glass, Wang Chong condenses as substantial physical protection mental strength, instantly shattered by a powerful force, at the same time, under the effect of a mysterious force, Wang Chong's breath disorder, vibrating sharply.

Under the influence of this Confucian force, the forces that had entered the micro-environment quickly weakened the seal.

“Bad!”

Wang Zheng's heart was heavy and his color changed sharply. At this time, he was no longer fighting against Li Jun's envy. It is the power of the Confucianists. Wang Zhong is tantamount to indirectly confronting the Confucianists!

Without a trace of hesitation, Wang Zhong quickly mobilized his body into a micro force and fought that force with all his might.

But at this moment, a feeling of extreme danger comes from the heart.

Wang Zheng's heart was filled with electric light and stone fire. Wang Zheng quickly sacrificed the great emptiness. One flashed and quickly appeared dozens of places outside.

Boom, and just after Wang flung, where he had originally stood, a milky and white sword that was brighter than the sun resumed to flourish, in a force that opened the heavens and earth, severely fell into the place where Wang Zhong had originally stood.

“Too bad! ”

On the edge of the martial arts field, the sword ghost, the girl in white, etc., can't help but stifle the dark wrist.

“Wang Zheng is so cunning, every time the son clearly about to hit him, he always flashed with a milliliter difference. ”

“He can't escape! The power of the Crown of Kong Saint will become stronger and more powerful over time, as well as his resistance, and will grow in geometric multiples. The crown of Confucianism is the last resort for Confucianism against the soldiers' families, and the sealed power can never be reversed. ”

“His death is so heavy that millions of lives have been lost in his hands. The power of restraint exercised by the crown of Cong Sheng will only be more powerful than the commanders of other soldiers and families in the history of Datang! This battle will be won by the son! ”

On the edge of the martial arts field, Matsuo wore a cloth robe and suddenly opened his mouth. His long hair danced, his eyes were brilliant and he showed a strong confidence.