Chapter 1278 The Strength of the Jiang Family Saint
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 one of the seven military strategists with the longest history.
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 original place.
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 original place!
Those weaker original 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 one who writes 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 Zhengkou.
Talent!
As the saying goes, talent is the best!
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.
When Jiang Tianwen saw this, a look of surprise appeared on his old face.
"Have you used your talents so quickly? And you can also use your talents to such an extent. He is worthy of being the son of Fu Sheng."
"But how do you resolve this move?"
The words have not yet fallen.
Jiang Tianwen held out a finger while speaking lightly.
Buzz!!!
A finger of light roared out and headed straight for Yan Zheng.
"Broken Army Finger!"
Seeing the glow of this finger, Yan Zheng immediately knew that it was the finger of a military strategist.
Known as invincible!
Even the body of a saint cannot withstand the power of the Broken Army Finger.
will be hurt by it.
If Yan Zheng were attacked by this broken army, he would probably be on the verge of death in an instant.
Because Yan Zheng has no cultivation, his body is made of flesh and blood.
Even a saint could not withstand the Pojunzhi. How could Yan Zheng withstand it?
Yan Zheng gritted his teeth.
My heart skipped a beat.
Plan to release more talents to resist.
But at this moment.
A huge ship suddenly flew over from the sloping ground.
It happened to be blocking Yan Zheng's front.
exactly.
The fingerlight of Po Jun's finger has also arrived.
A solid bombardment hit this behemoth.
boom!!!
There was a muffled sound, and the huge beast was knocked around.
But it didn't collapse.
He was able to withstand the power of the broken army finger.
"Master Ye?"
Yan Zheng was a little surprised. This behemoth was the Sky Royal Chariot driven by Ye Qingyun.
Unexpectedly, he would suddenly rush over and block Jiang Tianwen's broken military finger for him.
Ye Qingyun was sitting in the Royal Sky Chariot, his face was extremely ugly, and his throat was surging.
He felt like vomiting.
It was really uncomfortable to be jolted around.
This is more painful than carsickness and seasickness.
When I was walking alone in Xuanyuan Ancient City before, I even ate a roast duck that I brought with me.
As a result, I just felt like my stomach was churning and I felt like vomiting.
And a small hole also appeared on the Yutian Chariot.
Although not big.
But it was injured by Pojun Zhi.
Xiang Tianwu had fought against Yutian Chariot before, but he had never left any trace on Yutian Chariot.
But Po Junzhi did it.
This shows how terrifying the power of the Pojun Finger is.
If this happened to Yan Zheng, the consequences would be disastrous.
Jiang Tianwen looked at the small hole in Yutian's chariot and was secretly surprised.
With just one finger of his own, even a peak semi-saint would have his body destroyed on the spot.
This big, nondescript guy could actually withstand his own finger.
And only a small hole appeared.
This surprised Jiang Tianwen.
"What is this? Is it so hard?"
Look back.
Sun He, Xiang Wanshan and other seven Half-Saints were all knocked dizzy and were in a state of disarray.
I don't dare to resist the Heavenly Chariot anymore.
That's why Ye Qingyun rushed here easily to help Yan Zheng.
Sun He and the other seven were also helpless.
Who can withstand this?
If they push it harder, their bodies will be crushed by this big guy.
Ye Qingyun aimed the Royal Chariot at Jiang Tianwen.
"Old man, believe it or not, I'll kill you with a single car?"
Ye Qingyun suppressed the feeling of vomiting and shouted at Jiang Tianwen very fiercely.
Jiang Tianwen's face was as gloomy as water.
As a saint, have you ever been treated like this?
"Shu Zi, you are just relying on the power of the treasure. How dare you be arrogant in front of me?"
Jiang Tianwen said coldly.
Ye Qingyun chuckled.
"I, Mr. Ye, have no abilities, but I have a lot of treasures, so what? What can you, an old boy, do to me?"
Even in the state of a saint, Ye Qingyun's arrogant and domineering words made him a little unstable at this time.
"act recklessly!"
Jiang Tianwen was completely angry.
No more holding back.
A purple-gold steel whip appeared in his hand.
"This is...the ultimate weapon of military strategists, the magic whip!"
