Jiang Tianwen!
Another military saint!
And the blood in his body is no weaker than that of the Overlord Xiang family.
Jiang family! .??.
It is the one with the longest history among the seven military armies.
The saint of his ancestors can be traced back to the military saint of the first generation of military strategists!
Therefore, the Jiang family has the deepest foundation among the entire military family.
There are even rumors.
The ancestor of the Jiang family, the Soldier Saint, has never gone to the Holy Land, but still remains in this world.
This is quite scary.
Because as we all know, most of the saints in ancient times have gone to the holy realm.
There are only a handful of saints left in this world.
And the saints who stayed behind were generally not as good as those who went to the Holy Land.
But if the Jiang family's military saints still stay in this world, then the Jiang family is likely to be the ancient family with the deepest hidden strength in the Central Plains.
And the Jiang Tianwen in front of him, although he is not the ancestor of the Jiang family's Soldier Saint, is still the second person in the Jiang family to achieve the realm of a saint after the ancestor of the Soldier Saint.
He has been in charge of military affairs for tens of thousands of years!
"Jiang Tianwen!"
Yan Zheng, who was trapped in the battle formation of the Seventh Army, suddenly turned around when he heard Jiang Tianwen's voice.
Then he saw Jiang Tianwen standing in the sky with his hands behind his back, his expression not angry and intimidating.
The aura of the saint circulates throughout the body.
Evolve the atmosphere of the avenue!
Behind Jiang Tianwen, there seemed to be countless generals, condensed from the power of the great avenue.
Be ready to kill at any time.
"Another saint!"
Yan Zheng's heart sank.
He originally thought that although the Seventh Military Army made a lot of noise this time, at least no more military saints appeared.
The scene can still be handled.
But now it seems.
I still thought it was too simple.
In order to welcome Xiang Tianwu back, the military strategists will definitely pay no attention to the cost.
Even Jiang Tianwen, a military saint, was dispatched.
Seven and a half saints of military strategists, an army of one million, plus a saint!
It’s enough to shock the entire Central Plains!
Those weaker Central Plains forces will be frightened and tremble.
Jiang Tianwen took action.
He knew that Yan Zheng was the son of Fusheng, a Confucian scholar.
But so what?
Even if the Confucian Fusheng's real body is here, Jiang Tianwen won't be too afraid
.
After all, we are both saints, so who is worse than the other?
Not to mention that Yan Zheng is only the son of Fusheng, and has not yet achieved the status of a saint.
Jiang Tianwen would never take Yan Zhengtai seriously.
"Death in all directions!"
Jiang Tianwen raised his hand.
The ten warrior generals derived from the power of the great avenue behind him moved together.
They rushed towards Yan Zheng from ten directions.
Each of these ten warrior generals has the peak combat power of a semi-saint.
Faced with the siege, Yan Zheng's expression suddenly became solemn.
"Confucianism does not rely on the sharpness of the sword!"
"The hand of the pen determines the country!"
Yan Zheng used Confucian mantra again.
Take Tianxian in your mouth!
Follow your words!
At this moment, a power unique to Confucian people emerged from Yan Zheng's mouth.
Talent!
As the saying goes, you are talented!
Confucian people can cultivate great spirit in themselves by studying and practicing etiquette.
Talent, on the other hand, is a force born from the continuous dialogue and communication between Confucian people and the great road of heaven and earth, combined with their own understanding.
Talent is rarer than generosity.
And it is difficult to accumulate.
Once used, it is extremely difficult to recover after consumption.
Unless absolutely necessary, Confucian people will not directly use their talents to fight others.
The same goes for Yan Zheng.
He is not following the path of a saint. Although he has more talents than ordinary Confucian people, he cannot use them at will.
It's just that if you don't use your talents to deal with the current situation, I'm afraid I won't be able to cope with it.
Talent is like purple mist, lingering around Yan Zheng.
next moment.
Talent turned into sword!
War of words!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
The sword transformed by talent swept out in all directions.
He just happened to face those ten military generals.
"kill!!!"
The ten military strategists and generals roared in unison.
The might of the battle is overwhelming!
The offensive is terrifying!
But Yan Zheng's rhetorical force is not weak at all.
Boom boom boom boom!!!
I heard bursts of roaring sounds one after another.
Although the ten military generals were powerful, they were still quickly defeated under the sword.
To be continued...