Chapter 492 Jiang Chen’s sword is divine!
After eliminating the Confucian disciples who wanted to escape from the Confucian residence and go out to inform the news.
Jiang Chen left ten Saint Realm powerhouses here and went to inspect the Saint Realm powerhouses stationed in the other three places.
Jiang Chen heaved a sigh of relief only after making sure that nothing was missing.
"Confucianism, Confucianism, even if a god came today, he couldn't save you."
Jiang Chen instructed a group of Saint Realm powerhouses to patrol carefully and keep an eye on every corner, then he found Wang Xu who led the team with him.
"Master, there shouldn't be any problems here for the time being."
"But I'm worried that if time goes on like this, the Confucian vassal sects will notice what's going on here."
As Jiang Chen spoke, he turned and looked towards the Confucian residence.
Seeing that Jiang Chen looked somewhat worried, Wang Xu, who knew his disciple well, understood what Jiang Chen meant.
"Okay, if you want to go in and move around, just tell me. There's no need to play these tricks with me!"
"You can go in, but remember, you must be careful. I will guard the outside for you."
Wang Xu looked at Jiang Chen helplessly and smiled dotingly.
After hearing what Wang Xu said, Jiang Chen scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
"Master, I will go in now. You must guard this place well."
"Go away, go away, go away, go away, it gives me a headache just looking at you."
Wang Xu said this, waved his hand in disdain, turned around and ignored Jiang Chen.
Seeing Wang Xu like this, Jiang Chen didn't think of anything else. He smiled and bowed to Wang Xu.
Jiang Chen turned around and walked towards the Confucian residence.
At this time, the Confucian residence was a river of blood, and countless attics and buildings that were once prosperous and magnificent had turned into ruins.
Looking at the Confucian residence which had become a ruin, Jiang Chen couldn't help but sigh.
"You, a Confucian, were doing well, but you chose to make yourself suffer. Your thousand years of savings were gone in an instant."
Jiang Chen sighed and looked up ahead.
In the sky right in front of Jiang Chen, Zhong Hu, a powerful warrior from Guigu Divine Realm, was seen fighting fiercely with Kong Baiyi, a Confucian.
The other two men and two women of the Confucian school, a total of four powerful gods, had already been captured by the other twenty powerful gods from Guigu and Shengzhu Palace.
As for Kong Kangbo and other Confucian saints, they were all seriously injured.
However, these Confucian saints did not retreat because of their injuries.
They gritted their teeth, waved their weapons vigorously, and used the spiritual energy in their bodies to continuously attack the powerful gods from Guigu and Shengzhu Palace.
Watching this scene, Jiang Chen couldn't help but admire it secretly in his heart.
To be able to put life and death aside and refuse to surrender in such a critical moment!
Although if these Confucian saints did not choose to die in battle, they would most likely be executed by Jiang Chen according to the rules of the Holy Lord Palace.
But compared to the second way of dying, the first way of dying obviously makes them feel that they still have a trace of dignity.
"But for that last bit of so-called dignity, are you willing to sacrifice your life?"
"It seems that people, after all, still care about their reputation..."
As Jiang Chen spoke, he slowly walked behind the group of Confucian saint-level warriors who were fighting against his own group of god-level warriors.
Then, he slowly drew out the Jinghong sword from his waist.
At the same time Jiang Chen drew out the Jinghong long sword from his waist, some Confucian saints also noticed Jiang Chen appearing behind them.
Therefore, several Saint Realm warriors who reacted quickly shouted loudly to their fellow disciples around them.
"My fellow disciples, that is Jiang Chen, that is Jiang Chen!"
For a moment, most of the Confucian saints looked back.
When they saw Jiang Chen's familiar face and the stunning sword in his hand, their eyes suddenly turned red.
"Yes, that's right, it's that bastard Jiang Chen!"
"If it weren't for Jiang Chen, how could our Confucianism have come to this point today!"
"Yes, fellow disciples, let's go together. Even if we die, we must take Jiang Chen, the Holy Lord of the Holy Lord Palace, and the Sect Master of Guigu with us to die together!"
Most of the Confucian saint-level powerhouses made their own choices in an instant, abandoning the extremely powerful Guigu and Saint Lord Palace's god-level opponents.
They turned around and strode towards Jiang Chen who was alone behind them!
When the powerful gods from Guigu and Shengzhu Palace who were originally engaged in the killing saw this scene, they immediately panicked.
"Oh no, stop them quickly, we can't let them get close to the Holy Lord!"
"Damn it, these Confucian saints are crazy, we can't get through!"
In a hurry, a group of powerful gods rushed towards Jiang Chen at all costs.
But those Confucian saints who were already fearless of death would never give them a chance.
One after another, the powerful Confucian saints used their flesh and blood to block the way for the powerful gods from Guigu and the Holy Lord Palace.
No matter how hard those powerful gods tried, they were unable to break through this human wall for a while.
Just as the powerful gods from the Holy Lord Palace and Guigu were extremely anxious.
The first group of Confucian saint-level powerhouses who rushed towards Jiang Chen have already arrived in front of Jiang Chen.
"You bastard Jiang Chen, prepare to die!"
"Let us Confucians be buried with you!"
A group of Confucian saint-level masters had red eyes and stared at Jiang Chen, shouting loudly and madly.
But facing a group of powerful Confucian saints who were coming at him with great momentum, Jiang Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly and shook his head helplessly.
"You Confucians really want to die sooner rather than later!"
"In that case, I will fulfill your wish and send you off."
Jiang Chen said this calmly and swung the stunning long sword in his hand.
For a moment, Jiang Chen raised the Jinghong sword high above his head.
Countless Confucian saints who used long swords discovered with horror that the long swords in their hands seemed to no longer obey their commands.
Not only that, they could also clearly feel that the swords in their hands were actually shaking slowly.
The next second, before they could come to their senses, the swords in their hands flew out of their hands.
Countless long swords automatically broke free from the hands of the Confucian saints and flew towards Jiang Chen.
Under the incredulous gazes of a group of Confucian saint-level powerhouses and several god-level powerhouses from Jiang Chen's side .
Those long swords were actually floating in front of Jiang Chen, making soft humming sounds from time to time.
Looking at the way he looked, it seemed as if he was bowing down to Jiang Chen!
Seeing this scene, the old man in hemp clothes who was responsible for supporting Zhong Hu was shocked.
"This... is this the manifestation of the will of the sword!?"
"Hiss, it seems that the Lord Saint's comprehension of the way of the sword has reached the divine level..."
