Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 1005

At this moment, the number of Confucian scholars gathered in the sea of ​​scholarship is hard to estimate.

If it weren't for the boundless mountains of books and the boundless world of learning, there would be no way to hold so many people.

It is worth mentioning that Confucianism declared that it would not be open to the outside world to gather Confucian scholars from all over the world to return to the sect.

In other words, refuse any power to observe the ceremony.

But even though the Confucian goalkeeper said this clearly, countless people still pretended to be deaf and dumb and came to the periphery of the Confucian school.

"All the monks, today the Confucian school has closed the mountain, no foreign visitors are seen, and I hope that all of you will leave as soon as possible."

Hundreds of Confucian scholars shuttled through the crowd, speaking loudly to groups.

However, the courage that these groups did not know where they got today is completely indifferent in the face of persuasion.

Some people will even push the students in white clothes when they are annoyed by it, saying plausibly: "Your behavior is blocking our desire to learn. Who has stipulated that you can't stay near Xuehai?"

With the advent of push and pull, quarrels inevitably arise.

The originally scattered group began to gather, insulting the students who stood in front of them.

"Zilu, go and solve this trouble." On the top of the mountain, Yan Hui frowned as he watched the double sages of Confucius and Mencius play chess, and said.

"Yes, brother."

Zilu was brave and reckless, carrying a long sword and walking down the mountain, and rushed into the troubled group. There was a burst of left and right chops and slashes.

At this moment, he is not like a scribe, more like a samurai.

"Killing fellow people wantonly, hands full of blood, you are a big scholar, you are clearly a big murderer!"

Suddenly, a huge blade the size of a mountain fell from the sky, and the sharp and shiny blade pointed directly at Zilu's body.

"Quasisacred artifact?"

Zilu raised his eyes and saw a touch of disdain at the corner of his mouth. He counter-attacked the long sword in his backhand and collided with the giant blade.

"boom!"

The unparalleled impact was like a hurricane, blasting all the groups around him, and the dazzling light was like a big sun, stabbing the eyes of countless people.

The mountain-like giant blade hit the three-foot-long iron sword, but the former was blown off by the latter. This shocking contrast made the hearts of the monks in many groups chill and kept away from Zilu.

It is only now that they have changed their impression of Confucianism and kindness in their hearts, and developed a sense of fear.

"Zilu, the most martial and brave of all the Confucianists."

A burly, full-blooded middle-aged man with a long scar on his staid face stepped into the air, shrinking the huge blade that had been collapsed and turned it into a long knife in his hand.

"Sword King Yueshan?" Zilu said indifferently, "Who gave you the courage to provoke Confucianism?"

"We are not here to anger the Confucian school, we are here to bring justice!"

As Yueshan's voice fell, a group of majestic, bloody monks flew from a distance and stood in a row with Yueshan.

"People are gathered, for justice, everyone of the same way, follow me to charge." Yue Shan yelled coldly, turned the sword in his hand, and rushed forward.

Those silhouettes followed him on both sides, and the released power blessed him. Zilu was forcibly cleaved away after only receiving a knife.

"Those who dare to invade the Confucian school will kill without mercy!"

At this moment, the number of Confucian scholars gathered on the mountain of books is more than hundreds of millions. Seeing these warriors committing acts, they all swelled up and shouted with anger.

The waves converged into a sea, rushed into a wave, slapped heavily on a group of warriors, spurting blood from everyone back.

"For such a crime, is there justice in this world? Is there justice?"

The shouts of Hong Zhong Dalu sounded abruptly, and tens of thousands of Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes and holding magic weapons came in a formation and shouted loudly.

"Amitabha, Confucianism, a bit past."

Clouds linger, white clouds are surging, and a Buddha who sits on a white lotus, or sits on a strange animal, or has auspicious clouds on his feet, comes from the west quickly.

"In the past few years, Confucianism has blindly expanded, blindly pursued power and strength, and has long neglected the cultivation of the state of mind, and has become a growing cancer. We are both humans, and we cannot allow this cancer to wreak havoc in the human race."

A group of monks wearing yin and yang robes and masks came riding on various magic weapons.

"Yes, we need to lead them back to the right path." Many priests led an army of hundreds of thousands of knights to participate.

"Exterminate Confucian worms."

The sound of the dragons roared, and the dragons rushed to the wind, occupying half of the sky, cold eyes, cold scales, sharp teeth, and it was creepy.

"The Confucian disciples listened to the orders, read the scriptures aloud, and resisted foreign enemies." Mencius stood up from the chair behind the chessboard and said loudly.

As soon as his speech fell, Lang Lang's reading sound was deafening, and more or less literary spirit flew out of billions of scholars and gathered together to form a big tree with thousands of weeping willows, standing above the sea of ​​learning, covering the mountain of books. .

"Haoran is righteous? This thing is pretty effective against ghosts and monsters, but you want to use it to stop us?"

The head of the magic dragon sneered, and lifted up the claws that were the size of a wooden door, shining with cold light: "Tear them!"

"hold head high……"

A series of terrifying and hideous dragons were crawling on the sky, and the dragon claws full of power slapped the righteous willow branches neatly. The devilish energy spewed out in advance, and the void under the palm was distorted. .

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The soft willow branches couldn't withstand this huge force at all, and they burst into writing.

However, even so, the huge willow tree still hasn't been damaged to its foundation.

Because this is a mountain of books, the culture here is almost endless.

"Dragon, you guys don't look good!"

A dazzling beam of light blasted from a distance. A team of beautifully-looking, sacred wings, plump and well-built Angels came with an artifact, standing in a blank void, ruthlessly mocking.

"Smelly watch, you can do it." The magic dragon head leader couldn't hold his face, and said angrily.

"Humble reptile, you are looking for death!"

Standing at the forefront of the Angel legion, Angel's long face was covered with frost, and he drew out the gorgeous long sword full of sacred power in his hand, and slashed towards the head of the demon dragon involuntarily.

"Combat."

The head of the magic dragon opened his mouth and spit out a black flame, smashing the dazzling sword light.

The dragons crawling on the sky began to take action, preparing to launch an attack on Angel.

"Enough, the enemy's door has not been broken, you will fight each other."

The clergy leader stretched out his scepter and pointed at the head of the devil dragon. The sacred power turned into a wall to stop it.

Bright magic flew out of his hand, repelling Angel's long sacred artifact.

"You really think that the Confucian school is incomprehensible. If we don't work together, we probably won't even be able to break this school."

"Work together to defeat Confucianism!" The Onmyojis raised their hands.

A giant gate full of magical colors condensed above them, and eight million ghosts and gods flew out of the giant gate, roaring towards Wenliu. *

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