Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 989 You Are Already Surrounded

"Chang!"

Just when the thugs came to the two of them and raised the sticks in their hands high, several white and frosty sword lights flew out of thin air, piercing their hearts in a series of pops.

"Bang, bang..."

The thugs' eyes widened, and the dead bodies slammed on the ground with a dull sound.

"Oops, go!"

Although Zhao Yuan was arrogant, he was not a fool. He turned around and fled as soon as he saw this situation.

However, no matter how fast he flees, how can he be faster than the attack of the Vegeta sword at his heart?

Almost in an instant, the pure white sword light followed like a shadow, piercing through all the enemies inside and outside the house, and it rained blood all over the sky.

"Huh!"

When the sword light disappeared, the holy light turned into rain, and it landed from the sky, purifying all the corpses, blood, and severed limbs. The place was once again covered by darkness, restoring the tranquility of the past.

"The son is mighty!" Yao Tuer muttered to himself, looking respectfully towards the second floor.

It seemed that the heavens didn't have the time to prepare for the Song Dynasty, and the typhoid plague swept across the territory of Kyushu in just two days.

Hundreds of millions of sentient beings face misfortune for a while, and civilians who have directly died in the plague are rising at a terrifying rate every day.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters have always accompanied each other. Numerous cows, ghosts and snakes hidden in the dark have appeared one after another, thugs and thieves, wild heroes took the opportunity to come into being, and all kinds of rumors are endless.

In the dark, it seems that there is a huge palm pushing all this behind, wanting to mess with the Song Dynasty.

"This is definitely not a natural disaster, it is a pure man-made disaster!"

In the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty, in the Confucian Temple, the twelve great sages of Confucianism gathered, Zilu's eyes were red, his hands stroked the sword, and the torrent of literary spirit rushed out of his head, forming a straight wolf smoke, which was shocking.

"It must be a man-made disaster, otherwise, the plague could not have erupted so fast and so fiercely. Once it appeared, it would reach the point of millions of corpses." Zi You said deeply.

"Heavenly Court, Hells, Dao Sect, Buddhism, Demon Dao and evildoers, all have suspicions."

Zi Gong said coldly: "Because only the Song Dynasty suffered from the plague, and within the Song Dynasty, Confucianism and Taoism dominate."

"Some people can't sit still, and want to redefine the territory of the Song Dynasty in the troubled times." Zixia's eyes were sharp, and his aura was like a lion choosing people to eat.

"Brothers, Buddhism has entered the world, saving the people in the disaster." Ziyou in a Tsing Yi stepped into the temple.

The leader of the group, the big brother Yan Huixian sat on the chair peacefully, with a calm voice: "Tell thousands of scholars, go out of the academy, find the rioters, and kill them. If you encounter a man who deceives people's hearts, kill them. See you. The preacher gathers believers and kills them. Tell the rest of the orthodoxy, who would dare to make waves at this time and drive them out of the Song Dynasty."

The three cold-hearted killing characters and a very overbearing proclamation made all the wise men present muffled, dumbfounded, and looked at their big brother with an expression of seeing a ghost.

What kind of person is Yan Hui?

He usually pays the most attention to the cultivation of benevolence, which gives people the feeling of loyalty, magnanimity, and kindness.

But at this moment, he completely subverted his previous image. The three killing characters represented a river of blood and a mountain of floating corpses.

A statement is equivalent to calling all religions to obey me.

"Big brother, can we really do this? Would you like to ask the saint for instructions?" Zi Gong said hurriedly with a burst of spirits all over his body.

"Yes, big brother, if we really do this, it is almost equivalent to being an enemy of all the rest of the Taoism...this matter needs to think twice." Ziyou advised.

From then on, most of the other sages spoke up, advising Yan Huihui to get his life back.

Just as they were politely admonishing, Yan Hui got up from his chair.

Obviously he was half a head shorter than Zilu, but his body was extremely tall and stalwart in the eyes of the sages at this moment, full of majesty he had never had before.

"This is the Great Song Dynasty, and this is the base camp of our Confucianism. It is equivalent to the Heavenly Palace versus the Heavenly Court, the Western Heaven versus the Buddhism, and the Eastern Heaven versus the Sanshan Demon Race."

"In the ranks, apart from the special historical issues in the Heavenly Court, do you think they will allow other Taoism to rise, whether it is in the Western Heaven or the Eastern Heaven?"

When different people look at the same thing from different angles, they will get different conclusions. This is the pattern that people often say.

Zigong, Ziyou, Ziwo...These Confucian sages have their own strengths, and everyone is a dragon and phoenix among people, but their pattern is far from Yan Hui.

Perhaps this is the main reason why Yan Hui is a big brother.

"Even so, we can stop others from picking fruits, but what about the people of the world? Confucian scholars can write articles with pen and sword, but are not proficient in saving people!" After a long time, Zi Gong said softly.

"We are not proficient, but someone is proficient!"

Yan Hui stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said softly and firmly: "We... also have backers!"

"Backing..." Zi Gong's eyes gradually brightened.

They have forgotten that Confucianism has never been fighting alone.

Because of this sudden outbreak of the plague, and because of Yan Hui's resolute and decisive order, within the Song Dynasty, thousands of scholars put down the pen in their hands, lifted the sword in their palms, and went out of the academy like a tide, and flooded the entire Song Dynasty.

From the beginning, every minute, every second, all kinds of rioters died in the hands of Confucian scholars.

Even some of the eminent monks who have entered the WTO, if they commit a taboo, they are all forcibly suppressed.

The blood filled the earth for hundreds of thousands of miles, and the entire celestial dynasty was shrouded in war, so many important or unimportant things were forcibly swept into the corners.

For example, Vegett's long-awaited Hangzhou Confucian School Exam!

The planned plan was disrupted, and he didn't know how much time was wasted, which made him very unhappy!

His wish was delayed, and his heart was upset, and he wanted to kill.

The Confucian school is his own, and Vegett is not so angry that he runs to kill the wise men.

Since they can't be killed, only by finding the person who spread the plague and chopping him off can he get out of his heart!

"Listen to the people in Yuzhitang, you are already surrounded. Those who are acquainted should quickly hand over my son, otherwise they will be at their own risk."

Outside the Yuzhitang, Mr. Zhang, who was waiting for Zhang Yuan to return, took two rows of Tsing Yi warriors and occupied the street, blocking the gate of the medical hall.

"Get out!" After a moment, Vegett walked out of the hospital and said indifferently.

Mr. Zhang looked at him bitterly: "I'll say it again, hand over my son."

"Jumping beam clown!" Vegett said softly, "I will give you one last chance and take people out of here immediately, otherwise you will all die!"*

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