Gaowu Ming Dynasty: from young eunuch to nine thousand years old Chapter 985 Someone Yang who stayed at the crime scene: kill the Zhu family half-saint again!
Chapter 985 Someone Yang who stayed at the crime scene: kill the Zhu family half-saint again!
"A bunch of bastards!"
"You can also touch my disciple Yang Lin?"
Yang Fan looked around and didn't pay attention to them at all!
Hearing this, everyone present was in an uproar!
"Arrogant!"
"Damn boy! How about you being a disciple of a saint? You are nothing more than Wenzong now! Do you really think we don't know your details?"
A group of people yelled angrily!
The old man's face darkened even more. He looked at Yang Fan coldly and said, "What a crazy disciple! Do you really think that you will have nothing to fear after becoming a disciple of a saint?"
"You think I can't control you if I hold a saint's manuscript?"
"Ants will always be ants!"
He endured the physical pain in his heart and slowly took out something from his arms. It was a page of manuscript, with faint fluctuations of holy power appearing on it!
This is also a saint’s manuscript!
Although there is only one page, it can still exert great power in the hands of this great sage!
"Today is your burial place!"
The old man snorted coldly!
"Have you finished saying your last words?"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Yang Fan said something expressionlessly, looking at everyone as if they were looking at a group of dead people!
"Since you want to die, I will grant it to you!"
The old man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he suddenly urged the holy page in his hand, shouting, "The words of the sage are for the law of the world! Manage the heaven and earth, and govern all living beings!"
In an instant, the holy page in his hand burst into glory.
The entire area for miles around was shrouded in holy light!
The old man gathered his holy power, and the aura on his body faintly exceeded the limit of a great sage. He stepped on the threshold of a semi-saint, and an illusory holy star suddenly appeared above his head!
"Remember my name, the one who killed you, Zhu..."
However, Yang Fan interrupted the old man's words unceremoniously: "Those who are about to die are not qualified to leave their names!"
boom!
As soon as these words came out, the old man was so angry that his eyes turned red. He laughed angrily and said: "Okay, okay, today I am going to teach the saint's disciples what they are capable of and how arrogant they are!"
The rolling holy power is blessing you!
The old man slapped a palm towards Yang Fan, as if the heaven and earth collapsed. The huge palm print was like a mountain that lifted up the sky and earth, and instantly pressed down on Yang Fan!
"teacher!"
Seeing this scene, the expressions of Liu Rushi and others suddenly changed.
Li Xiangjun even grabbed "Zhuan Xi Lu" and planned to give it to him.
"Why use the manuscripts of saints to kill them?"
However, Yang Fan shook his head and looked directly at the giant palm that suddenly fell in front of him, and the huge Fangtian Painted Halberd appeared directly in his hand!
"This halberd can open the sky!"
Whoosh!
Yang Fan jumped up and slashed the big halberd towards the top of his head!
In an instant, it seemed as if a bright white lightning appeared between heaven and earth!
Stab!
The bright white lightning instantly penetrated into the palm as huge as a mountain. The palm that was originally weighing heavily stagnated in mid-air. Then, large cracks appeared on the palm!
But in the next second, countless white lights seeped out from the cracks in the giant palm. In an instant, the giant palm was cracked inch by inch, and the entire sky seemed to be illuminated!
And Yang Fan had already smashed through the giant palm and reached the top of the old man's head.
"not good!"
The old man's expression changed.
Whoosh!
Fang Tian's painted halberd slashed past his head, and the old man's head was instantly missing!
And Yang Fan picked up the fallen saint's manuscript in his arms, and then rushed into the crowd with a big halberd. Wherever he passed, he was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep!
Flesh and blood flying everywhere!
After a few breaths, Yang Fan rushed out of the crowd, leaving only corpses on the ground behind him!
When Liu Rushi and others witnessed this scene, their faces changed slightly.
Especially when they saw Yang Fan walking towards them, with the faint smell of blood remaining on his body, they realized that their teacher was by no means as gentle as he seemed!
"Go and gather the loot. Those who are not dead, do some last-ditch damage."
Yang Fan came to them and ordered.
There was a hint of undoubt in his voice!
"is teacher!"
Liu Rushi was the first to respond, and the other girls also responded and nodded quickly.
Yang Fan looked at their backs as they went to collect the corpses, with a trace of satisfaction on his face.
The troubled times were coming, and there was no way for women to be kind at all. He didn't want his disciples to end up dead because of a single thought of benevolence.
After all, battles in this world often end with physical destruction of the enemy!
Soon, Liu Rushi and others came back. Their faces and hands were stained with a lot of blood, including some of the trophies in their hands, many of which were soaked in blood!
Although their faces were slightly pale, their eyes were unexpectedly firm!
After all, they know that if the teacher does not come, when their power to urge the "Traditional Records" to be released is exhausted, an extremely miserable ending awaits them!
Whoosh!
Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and all the corpses turned into colorful lights and dissipated!
And the next second, a heavy rain fell from the sky!
The strange rain only fell within a radius of a hundred meters, but it directly washed away the blood on the girls and the blood stains on the ground!
"let's go!"
"is teacher!"
The girls got on the carriage, and the carriage headed towards Nanchang Mansion under the curtain of rain.
After a long time.
A figure is rushing towards this side quickly.
The strange dark clouds are dissipating now, and the rain is gradually disappearing!
The figure fell to the ground, revealing a middle-aged man wearing brocade clothes.
Zhu Xi!
Another half of the Zhuzi clan!
An old man of the same generation as Zhu Xuan!
His face darkened, and he stared at the dark cloud that had mostly dissipated: "Is it the aura of magical power?"
He bent down and twirled the soil with his hands, and his heart sank.
Although there were no corpses or blood stains, he could smell the bloody smell of this place that had not yet dissipated!
He immediately realized that Zhu Mingzhi and others who were arranged here to intercept certain specific targets had died!
"damn it!"
His face is full of anger!
This time, in addition to traveling far away, going into seclusion, and some of the clan's foreigners who were in charge of the family, almost the entire Zhuzi clan was dispatched, in order to complete their achievements in one battle!
Unexpectedly, before the big event in Nanchang Mansion began, a small team including a great sage was lost!
Especially within the scope of his responsibility!
How could this not annoy him?
"Who dares to kill my Zhu family!"
Zhu Xi's face was gloomy.
Just as he was about to stand up, a large halberd stabbed him directly in the back of the heart without any sound!
When it reaches three inches behind the heart, the violent wind pressure cannot be hidden at all. It is like a shrill ghost roar, piercing the eardrum of the person, causing the liver and gallbladder to burst!
"not good!"
Zhu Ping never expected that the murderer did not leave, but stayed here and ambush him!
Before he could react, the cool and overbearing euphorbia had already penetrated his heart, lifted his whole body into the air, and exploded into countless pieces!
The power of heaven is too great, and the soul is destroyed!
It wasn't until this moment that a figure slowly appeared.
Isn't it Yang Fan who didn't leave the crime scene at all?
"Is this death?"
He stretched out his hand and grabbed a few pages of "Analects of Confucius" that had fallen from Zhu Chu's body in mid-air.
"New Annotations? Or "Analects of Confucius"?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but say in his heart, Zhu Zilu was still wild, and he even dared to touch Confucius's "The Analects"!
"Sure enough, in this world, being a copywriter is the real way out!"