The liver and gallbladder are split, and blood is sprinkled forever!

A generation of Confucian Gong fell here.

It is really a great irony that Miaobi Gong used the pen as a mark and eventually died under Miaobi.

The son of the Zongheng family succeeded with one blow, retracted his palm, continued to use his magical powers, and enhanced his power.

"Miaobi Gong!"

Mr. Makino and several other Confucians were staring at the sight of their companions tragically dying.

Unlike the confrontation just now, both sides tried their best to deal with each other, and started looking for each other's flaws. Although the battle was fierce, there were no casualties.

However, the murder of Miaobi Gong indicates that the tragic showdown has arrived.

The election of Emperor Dai Tian is a life-and-death competition, and this is the norm.

"The son of the Zongheng family, you will not be punished for killing the Lord of Religion. My famous religion must be punished!"

Mr. Muye looked sad and angry, and the Confucian masters behind him also began to prepare. They could not sit still and watch the son of the Zongheng family continue to grow.

After all, the fall of Miaobi Gong just now is obvious to everyone.

Now, the son of the Zongheng family can easily kill Miaobi Gong. When his magical power is completed, he can integrate the cultivation power of each family around him. I am afraid that the rest of them will be killed instantly.

We must take the opportunity to take action in terms of emotion and reason, and we must never let it go.

"The son of a famous master, I will hold the formation for me!"

The son of the Zongheng family suddenly spoke, and he actually asked the sons of the famous family.

"clear!"

The so-called "suppression" has two meanings. First, beware of the arrival of the famous scholar and the new force to disturb his plan; second, since it is a "suppression" team, stay with you with peace of mind and don't think about intervening in.

The son of a famous master shook his head slightly. His aura was really small. Do you really think I would compete with you for me?

However, the supernatural powers of the son of the Zongheng family still opened the eyes of the famous son.

A strategist can gather the strength of all parties, reconcile conflicts, and eventually burst out with amazing power.

According to the observation of the son of a famous master, although the son of the Zongheng family has not yet been promoted to Chunyang, his cultivation level is infinitely close to the ceiling of Chaoyuan's peak.

What a terrible existence this is!

The son of a famous scholar was so happy that he didn't interfere. Anyway, he won by himself, so it didn't matter whether he did it himself or not.

"Everyone, do it quickly and never encourage his arrogance!"

Mr. Makino shouted softly, and the outbreak of the son of the Zongheng family was not expected. After all, the enemy they had previously imagined was the son of the famous family.

But at present, the son of the famous family has not taken action yet. The son of the Zongheng family has killed Mr. Miaobi, which brings them the danger of near destruction.

The Hundred Schools of Studies may have come more terrifyingly than in previous cognition, and are actually a big enemy.

Mr. Muye gritted his teeth. As the other party said, the imperial court's stall was too big and he had to hire people everywhere. It was unprecedentedly important to be able to send the five of them to come.

No matter how difficult it is today, you have to complete the task. Otherwise, if the famous scholar draws personnel, other places will be affected.

The world is a big game of chess, and everything must be taken into account. Any problem in any area will affect the overall situation.

"Makino Battle Song!"

A loud singing came from Makino Gong's old mouth, with a sad tone, instantly occupying all directions, suppressing the sound of all things and almost disappearing.

Here comes!

The son of the Zongheng family became solemn. When he first listened to the war song, he was like being hit by a hammer in the center. Then he felt the influence of the omnipresence of the surroundings.

Listening to the singing is like taking a bath, soaking in warm water, the pressure comes from all directions, facing the surface of the body, without any blind spots.

The son of the Zongheng family was first affected by the interference. The members of the surrounding school, whose originally stable mana input became fluctuating instantly and became more and more intense.

The direct impact is that the strength of the son of the Zongheng family suddenly becomes slow and develops in a completely cessation.

"What a Makino War Song!"

This is Makino's signature magical power, which he realized before reading the ancient times. It was rumored that the Battle of Makino was realized.

The wars before ancient times were far more tragic than they are now. Wars in one city and one place were often corpses everywhere and blood was bleeding.

With his compassionate feelings of famous religion, Mr. Makino learned from historical books that the great tragic battle of Makino, and compiled this song of Makino's battle with the "My" one of the six arts.

As soon as the battle song was released, the magical powers that were as powerful as the son of the Zongheng family would inevitably be disturbed.

"It seems that I have to deal with you first!"

The son of the Zongheng family nodded and raised his hand suddenly at Makino Gong.

In the blink of an eye, the big hand of the sky appeared above Matsuo's head, but did not fall immediately.

Because the clearly visible patterns on the palms crisscrossed like gullies, and began to break away from the palms, turning into transparent grids, falling down.

Mr. Makino sang war songs loudly, and the songs were full of ancient rhythms and obscure language, which made people feel immersive, as if they were back to the era before ancient times and personally walked through the tragic battlefield.

The power of the war song actually held the big hand covering the sky, causing it to remain stalemate in the air.

"middle!"

The son of the Zongheng family shouted suddenly, and the transparent palm lines fell down like a net bag, just above Matsuo's head.

"The white rainbow penetrates the sun, the unrighteous shooting!"

Behind Makino, a tall Confucian man, holding a hard bow, shot out a meteor.

The sharp arrow is like a meteor, and the net pocket transformed by the palm line in the middle piercing out a sharp depression, firmly separating it in the air.

The Confucian Dukes watched over each other and would not let Mr. Makino bear the attack of the son of the Zongheng family alone.

"People with native chickens and tiled dogs, let's go together!"

The son of the Zongheng family has become more curious and has a flash of fingers.

The wind swirled the clouds and instantly fell down from the clouds, and they could reach the sky, hitting the sharp arrow.

Starting from the sharp arrow, the sharp arrows collapse step by step and eventually turn into ashes.

The palm-patterned net bag continued to fall, and the covers fell inside with Mr. Makino and other Mr. Confucian.

"Loyalty can make the rider a great story for the ages!"

Suddenly, another Confucian Duke looked up and suddenly pushed his back towards Makino and the other Confucian Dukes.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of horses galloped and dust flew.

In the rolling smoke and dust, countless horses rose from the ground, supported Matsuo and others, turned into electric light, and rushed out of the coverage of the net bag formed by the palm lines.

However, only this Confucian Gong who used his supernatural powers was covered in it.

Makino and others had a flash of sight and found themselves escaping, but the companion was deeply trapped in it.

This magical power is the "Yu" among the six arts, and it is the unique method of this Confucian Gong, called "Rangqi".

The essence of riding is to sacrifice yourself and give the hope of life to your companions.

"Qingqigong!"

Mr. Muye was in a state of grief and anger. He watched the son of the Zongheng family calmly drop his hand from the sky, and the trapped Mr. Ru was on the head.

boom!

The palm of my palm was completely fitted with the earth, and with the remaining force, I smashed the ground and shook the mountain, but I couldn't calm down for a long time.

At this point, the second Confucian Gong died, and the disadvantages of famous religion further decreased.

Mr. Makino closed his eyes and asked the two republics who were promoted behind him, "Are you ready?"
Chapter completed!