Chapter 850: The might of that sword, darkened Chen Cang
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After three sword blows in a row, Kong Deru spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth. After the blood was sprinkled on the bamboo slips, he suddenly knelt down on his knees and shouted: "Please protect the unfilial children in future generations. Deru kneels down and worships."
At this time, in the Confucius Mansion in Qufu, more than 2,000 kilometers away, a ball of light suddenly emerged from the statue of Confucius enshrined in the Confucius Ancestral Hall, and the peaceful aura of the holy way rose straight into the sky, and everyone who was sleeping in the Confucius Mansion began to panic.
I was startled to wake up. This scene had not happened for many years.
The great deacon, with his livid face covered in clothes, frowned and said: "Which direct descendant of the Kong family is in trouble? There are only five people who can invite the ancestors. You should contact us quickly to see who is in trouble."
"Yes, Archdeacon"
In the manor, in front of the kneeling Kong Deru, the bamboo slips suddenly floated up, and then a phantom suddenly jumped out from it. The phantom had a strangely ugly face and a long beard that reached above the chest. It was wearing a white robe, with its hair pulled up high, and in its hands.
Holding a writing brush, there was a vague pressure in his eyes.
"Plop"
As soon as this phantom appeared, first Li Yan and the old housekeeper, who had no cultivation experience, trembled and fell to the ground at the same time. Then Xu Rui gritted his teeth and stiffened for a while without moving. Li Mo Nian did the same, and Xiang Que suddenly sweated.
Like rain, an extremely powerful pressure made him endure an almost irresistible suppression. It was the sense of oppression brought to him by Saint Kong.
"I, a disciple of the Taoist sect, worship heaven and earth, respect ghosts and gods, and believe in the Three Pure Ones. Although you, Confucius, are a saint, you are neither my teacher nor my ancestor to me. Why should I worship you?" Xiang Que's fingertips clicked on the blade of the sword.
One stroke, blood flows smoothly
The long drip dripped onto the tip of the sword, and he suddenly pointed the sword upward and said: "I dare not offend Saint Kong, but breaking your remnant soul condensed by a piece of holy energy is not a treasonous thing..."
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"Zhan" Xiang Que's momentum rose rapidly in an instant, surpassing the peak state in an instant. He used the blood sacrifice to forcefully summon out all the evil energy contained in Bai Qi's Killing God Sword.
"Xiang Que, you have gone too far. You actually dare to offend my ancestor Confucius. Are you crazy?" Kong Dejing was so anxious that she jumped a little. She said in a sharp voice: "Stop, we will let go. You win this time."
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If Xiang Que really destroyed the remnant soul of Confucius, it would basically be equivalent to losing half of Kong Deru's life. This was definitely a lose-lose situation. Xiang Que might not care, but they couldn't.
"You can take it as soon as you say, are you talking about it?" Xiang Que said with a sullen face and didn't even care about Kong Dejing's call. He waved the long sword in his hand and fell straight down from the sky. The evil aura exuded by the long sword made heaven and earth almost go crazy.
His color changed,
When the evil aura was about to leave after emerging from the tip of the sword, Xiang Que suddenly twisted his wrist slightly, and the direction changed. The soaring evil aura actually passed Kong Deru and rushed straight towards Li Yan, who was prostrate on the ground.
Yes, Xiang Que's sword was not intended to break the phantom of Saint Kong from the beginning, because even if he struck with all his strength, he probably wouldn't be able to move the phantom of Confucius, unless it was replaced by an old Taoist or Yu Qiuyang.
It is difficult to shake the power of a saint. What Xiang Que wanted was to bluff. When people thought he still wanted to target Kong Deru, he changed his direction and swept towards Li Yan, who was oppressed by the power of Confucius.
Compared with the Kong brothers and sisters, Xiang Que's final request is to kill Li Yan.
"Whoa!" At the moment, several stunned eyes looked at Li Yan, because no one thought before Xiang Que took action that he was still thinking about killing Li Yan at this time.
Li Yan looked blankly at the few people who focused their eyes on him, because he was unable to detect the evil aura that was rushing towards him.
"Young Master..." Li Mo Nian shouted in shock.
"Boom!" Li Yan's last thought came to his senses. Xiang Que still thought about killing him, but as soon as the thought passed, Li Yan suddenly lost consciousness, and his limbs fell apart in an instant.
Even if the soul that has just left the body after death has not yet developed spiritual intelligence, it quietly disappears into ashes.
In the end, Li Yan was struck to death by Xiang Que with a sword without any sound. Maybe he didn't react until he died. At this critical moment, Xiang Que gave up on Kong Deru and turned his sword towards himself, because Li Yan
What Yan was thinking was that Xiang Que had to kill at least one member of the Kong family to have a chance of getting out of trouble. If he killed himself, what would he do to stop the Kong brothers and sisters from attacking again.
"Poof!" Xiang Que collapsed after the sword blow and fell to the ground. The previous injuries and the full force sword blow had almost made him exhausted.
The astonished Kong Deru was stunned for a moment, and his face changed uncertainly. A trace of Confucius' remnant soul quietly dispersed. Kong Deru raised the bamboo slip in his hand, thinking about whether he should take action next.
"Whoa!" At this moment, Li Monian, who had been confronting Xu Rui, suddenly jumped out very quickly.
Xu Rui hesitated for a moment, but did not catch up after all. He walked to Xiang Que and looked at Kong Deru and Kong Dejing and said, "Do you want to fight to the death or not?"
Kong Deru smiled sullenly: "What else can he do to fight with me? He has lost all his strength and can't even stand up. Killing him is like killing a chicken or a dog."
Xiang Que gasped and licked his chapped lips, and said disdainfully: "Then try again. If I die, can I still use one of you two brothers and sisters as my support?"
"Buzz!" At this moment, the long sword on the ground trembled, and then floated in Xiang Que's hand. He then stretched out his hand and swiped lightly, and a gap opened in front of him. Xiang Que shouted towards the underworld: "Uncle Master..."
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A moment later, Yu Qiuyang stepped out of the underworld with an expressionless face, followed by Kong Decheng's soul.
Yu Qiuyang clasped his hands behind his back, glanced at Kong Deru and Kong Decheng lightly and said: "I will not interfere in the fight between you, but I will go back and tell you the old people in the Kong family that it is the young people's business to fight and kill.
If something dares to pop out, don’t blame us at Gujing Temple.
The people will kill all the young men outside your Confucius family. It will be fair. We will not care about competition. It is another matter to bully the small ones with the big ones. After all, who doesn’t have a few old guys?
As for how your family member died, you can ask him yourself."
After Yu Qiuyang finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the underworld. Before disappearing, he left a message: "Keep the sword, don't insult it."
Kong Decheng sighed and said: "Brother Ru, Sister Jing was my incompetent weapon and was tricked by Li Yan into using her as a gun. Although I died in Xiang Que's hands, the culprit was Li Yanhe."
My junior brother Li Monian..."
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