Chapter 468 Shang Yang's Preparation
But before Meng Haoyu could feel happy for a while, he couldn't laugh anymore.
I saw several figures appearing beside Shang Yang.
Meng Haoyu could clearly sense it from those figures.
The figures that suddenly appeared in front of him were none other than the innate masters of the Legalist school behind Shang Yang!
Shang Yang looked at Meng Haoyu, whose face turned pale, and spoke with disdain.
"Why, wasn't our Great Saint Meng so high-spirited just now?"
"Why did you become depressed so quickly?"
Facing the ridicule from Shang Yang, a hint of unwillingness flashed in Meng Haoyu's eyes.
"Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the Confucian School if you do this?"
Meng Haoyu said this, clasping his hands tightly together.
"Are you afraid of being investigated by the Confucians? I'm really not afraid of that!"
"Your Confucian holy realm has been held back by Jiang Chen. We just need to kill you."
"As long as you die, I can put the blame on Jiang Chen."
As Shang Yang spoke, a smile that showed that his evil plan was about to succeed appeared on his lips.
After hearing Shang Yang's words, Meng Haoyu's anger had reached its peak.
"Good, good, what a legalist!"
"But you Legalists have forgotten that the powerful saints of my Confucianism are still here!"
As Meng Haoyu spoke, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his figure flashed.
Seeing Meng Haoyu taking action, the five innate masters at the extreme level beside Shang Yang no longer hesitated.
Several people rushed towards Meng Haoyu quickly, holding out the Legalist's unique weapon - the ruler.
"Son Meng, I will wait for you today to return to heaven!"
The leading Legalist said this and hit Meng Haoyu on the head with the ruler in his hand.
Facing the attacks from a group of powerful Legalists, Meng Haoyu gritted his teeth and took out a brush from his storage ring.
As Meng Haoyu took out the brush, a majestic aura slowly emanated from his body.
Feeling this momentum, Shang Yang, who was protected by everyone behind him, changed his expression slightly.
"The greatest treasure of Confucianism, the Haoran Pen!?"
"Haha, Shang Yang, you do have some foresight, but today, you must die!"
Meng Haoyu smiled coldly, holding the Haoran Pen in his hand, and rushed towards the group of Legalist masters.
The Haoran Pen is a treasure passed down from generation to generation in Confucianism. It is said to be the weapon used by the first leader of Confucianism.
Therefore, this Haoran pen is naturally imbued with the righteous spirit of several generations of Confucian masters!
While Meng Haoyu was killing everyone with the Haoran Pen, the battle between Jiang Chen and the Confucian Saint Realm powerhouse was gradually coming to an end.
"Ghost Valley's little kid, you really have some tricks up your sleeve!"
"You fought with me for several rounds, but you can still hold on until now."
"What will happen if I let you continue to grow?"
As the old man in Confucian robes spoke, he slowly stood up and gently brushed off the dust on his sleeves.
"Ahem, old man, what do you Confucians call a gentleman?"
"Now it seems that they are just a bunch of hypocrites!"
Jiang Chen had already suffered several injuries during his fight with the old man in Confucian robes.
Even the true energy in his body was almost gone at this time.
The reason he was able to hold on until now was entirely due to the jade talisman in his hand that continuously replenished his true energy.
"Haha, you are so sharp-tongued. Never mind. I won't waste my words with you anymore."
"Ghost Valley's little kid, it's time for me to send you off!"
As the old man in Confucian robes spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, and spiritual energy gathered.
Looking at the old man in Confucian robes walking towards him, Jiang Chen knew that he might really die here.
Under the pressure of the boundless saintly aura of the old man in Confucian robes, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth tightly.
"Even if I, Jiang Chen, die today, I will make you Confucians understand!"
"My Guigu clan will never let this go!"
After Jiang Chen finished speaking, the Jinghong sword that fell to the side began to shake violently.
Immediately afterwards, the Jinghong sword flew into the air and actually flew directly back into Jiang Chen's hand.
Jiang Chen stood up holding the Jinghong sword, and took out his Fengxing spear from the ring with his left hand.
Under the pressure of the holy aura of the old man in Confucian robes, Jiang Chen finally comprehended the full meaning of gun and sword!
After sensing the changes in Jiang Chen's body, the old man in Confucian robes' expression changed slightly.
"Extreme spear and sword intent, this kind of monster, I wish I were a disciple of my Confucian school..."
Although he felt a little surprised, the old man in Confucian robes continued to attack Jiang Chen!
"boom--"
As the old man in Confucian robes' attack exploded, a cloud of dust rose up in the entire open space.
The son of a famous family, who was outside the range of the two men's fight, looked at this horrifying scene and could not help but kneel on the ground.
“Senior Brother Jiang——!”
"Damn Confucianism! I must get out alive, I must get out alive and expose all the despicable deeds of Confucianism!"
Hatred flashed in the eyes of the famous saint's son. He gritted his teeth, stood up, and quickly rushed towards the outside of the forbidden area.
But before he could run a few steps, he was hit by a stream of spiritual energy.
“Young man from a famous family, do you really think I will let you escape alive!?”
The old man in Confucian robes, who was a powerful saint, walked out slowly and said with disdain to the saint son of the famous family.
"It's not him who will die today, but you!"
Just as the old man in Confucian robes was about to kill the famous family's holy son once and for all, a faint voice sounded.
Hearing this familiar voice, the famous saint's son was instantly delighted.
"Brother Jiang, you are still alive!"
"Well, I'm sorry to have made you worried. I just managed to break through by luck."
Jiang Chen's figure slowly emerged from the dust that had not yet dispersed.
After sensing his aura, the old man in Confucian robes couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Because, what is flowing in Jiang Chen's body at this moment is no longer true energy.
But it is the real spiritual energy that only the strong ones in the holy realm possess!
"This... this is impossible. How could you possibly break through to the Saint Realm?"
Faced with the reality of Jiang Chen's breakthrough, the old man in Confucian robes was obviously panicked.
"Nothing is impossible. The holy realm is nothing more than realizing the way of heaven and earth."
Jiang Chen said this calmly as he flashed in front of the old man in Confucian robes and helped the son of a famous family up.
It turned out that under the oppression of the old man in Confucian robes, Jiang Chen comprehended the sword and gun intent.
He instantly understood what Wang Xu said, and the purpose of breaking through after gaining a thorough understanding of the sword and spear intent.
The so-called powerful saints are just warriors who have comprehended the way of heaven and earth!
If you want to break through to the holy realm, you must have some understanding of the way of heaven and earth.
But compared to the way of heaven and earth, the true meaning of martial arts such as sword intent and spear intent is stronger and more difficult to comprehend.
If it were someone else, they might not be able to become a saint.
But with Jiang Chen's terrifying talent and understanding, how could he not be able to do it!
