The two old demons Gui Che and Shang Yang are strong men who have survived from ancient times to this day, and their magical powers are no joke.
Even Confucius, who had always been calm, suddenly became much more serious after seeing the combined attack between Gui Che and Shang Yang.
Flying sand and rocks, the entire air is filled with endless attack and killing power, and ordinary masters may be strangled into nothingness in an instant. From this we can see how powerful, fierce and strong the wings of this ghost car are.
"Human Confucius, suffer death!"
The sharp screams of Gui Che struck Confucius in layers like waves. This is Gui Che's unique method of attacking the soul.
"Water kill!"
Shang Yang's attack is very simple. The water between heaven and earth seemed to obey the Shang Yang's command and turned into sharp swords. The transparent swords emitted bursts of cold light, which made people's hearts palpitate when they saw it.
This Shang Yang is indeed a monster that is naturally close to water. This ability to control water was comparable to Gonggong, the water ancestral witch among the ancestral witches. This shows how incredible this Shang Yang is.
"Hmph! How can I let you underestimate me with your literary skills?" Confucius snorted coldly.
"Gui Che, my literary power is all over the world. What can this spiritual attack do to me?"
Confucius stood on the ground, and bursts of mental fluctuations emitted from his body, which actually formed substance. Even the prehistoric space could not withstand Confucius's huge spiritual power.
"Spiritual storm!"
Confucius opened his eyes wide and looked at the ghost car. Suddenly, the color of the world changed.
The void was shattered piece by piece, as if a huge hand was stirring the world.
Kakakakakaka,,,,,,,
broken! broken! Continuous brokenness!
This whole world has collapsed. It was as if a giant slapped him down. This is a terrible means of attack and killing.
This mental power is a divine soul attack, and the speed is instantaneous! It can be said that wherever the thought goes, that's where the attack is!
"Boom boom boom!"
Just like it hit the Immortal Palace, the huge collision caused Gui Che's huge body to be pushed thousands of miles directly.
At the same time, waves of invisible mental pressure also hit Gui Che's body hard.
Although the ancient Wenzu's battle was earth-shattering, the strength of Wenzu at that time had reached an incredible level. They simply cannot see the true essence of Wen Dao.
Therefore, except for a few people, no one else understands the fact that Wen Dao's spiritual power is against the heavens.
Such is the current ghost car!
I thought that the divine soul attack, which was difficult to deal with in ancient times, could cause great harm to Confucius. Unexpectedly, Confucius's spiritual power was even more terrifying than his.
Under the counterattack of this spiritual storm, he immediately suffered a backlash from his soul.
Huge drops of black blood dripped from the air. A black river instantly formed on the ground. This black river is full of gloom, with strands of moldy air lingering in the sky.
"Boom!"
A deafening sound came.
A black body several hundred feet long fell in the distance.
Confucius actually knocked down part of the ghost chariot.
"Shang Yang, look at the power of my Spring and Autumn Book!"
Confucius fought two people at the same time without any panic. As Confucius finished speaking, the Spring and Autumn Book was seen rising in the air in the wind, and stopped when it reached a height of a hundred feet.
At this time, the golden color of the Spring and Autumn Annals shines brightly, like a small sun, shining on all things.
"Every word weighs a thousand pounds!"
Suddenly, endless words rushed out of the Spring and Autumn Book. It's like stars falling from the sky. The stars are shining brightly here.
Every word is like a layer of fairy gold. Gives people a sense of power and conquest.
"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa,,,,,,"
These are two forces colliding.
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"Oh my god, is this still a scholar?"
A young man's eyes almost stood out.
Under a huge brush, the disciples and followers that Confucius had recruited these days all had their eyes wide open, watching in disbelief as Confucius fought against these two old monsters.
This is exactly the literary style of Confucius.
In this battle, Confucius did not intend to expose his literary skills. This is his trump card.
I have to say that Confucius was indeed a born literary saint!
The Spring and Autumn Annals written by him himself were rendered with the spirit of literature and Taoism, and possessed incredible power! This is his own unique literary treasure.
Everyone’s literary style is different! Confucius's literary doctrine is the Spring and Autumn Annals!
The Spring and Autumn Annals are filled with his lifelong efforts. Everything written in the Spring and Autumn Annals is his own literary understanding. This is something that not even Wen Zu can take away.
The literary pen belongs to the human race, but the Spring and Autumn Annals belong to him alone!
"Yes! Is this still a scholar? Everyone says that Bai Yiyong is a scholar! But from now on, who dares to say that he is not a scholar!"
Another young student's eyes shone. I wish he was the one fighting outside now.
"I want to study hard! After this battle, I will definitely study hard!"
"study hard, improve every day!"
Many young students present have already secretly made a big decision in their hearts.
"Ah hahaha, my scholar will be useful after all!"
"Even if I die now, it's worth it!"
These are some elderly scholars.
"Chao Wen Dao, Xi Ke Die! What Mr. Confucius said is really good! It's really an eye-opener!"
"People cannot be judged by appearance, and sea water cannot be measured! Who could have imagined that a scholar who has always been weak can become so terrifying!"
This is the exclamation issued by the followers of Confucius.
Although the battle between the three did not expand in scope, as the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection, this aura spread out.
Everyone's eyes are looking here.
"Ghost car, Shang Yang. It's actually them? They're not dead!"
Of course, the first thing these eyes noticed was the ghost car, Shang Yang.
It is true that the reputation of the two demons in ancient times was too great. Although it was rumored that both of them died in the end, the reputation of the two demons became even stronger.
It is so rare to have a demon with attributes! Especially the attributes of the two demons represent disaster and good luck. Such a distinctive property.
"Huh? This human race?"
But then, many eyes focused on Confucius again.
It doesn’t work if you don’t watch!
This ghost car and Shang Yang's methods are already so terrifying. But there are actually people who can compete with two people at the same time.
This is simply incredible!
"Wen Dao is born again!"
Just a moment later, all the powerful people watching the battle lost their voices.
Since Wenzu disappeared, literary methods have fallen silent.
"In ancient times, didn't we kill all the literary people? Even the literary books were burned! How could there still be literary people passed down?"
"Yes! That human race has been killed by us for thousands of generations, and the remaining human races don't even know that there are ancient human races! The human race is really scary! Under such a great purge, there are still people who can understand the art of literature!"
