As Zhao Li opened his eyes, the four rays of light above the Wensheng Temple also changed! The clouds in the sky are turning purple little by little.

Accompanied by a wave of holy power, four rays of light and shadow appeared in the sky.

"Ah, the four sages of Confucianism!"

"Something big has happened, and Confucianism has made a big move again!"

The people of Zhou City were surprised and delighted to see the four lights and shadows in the sky, and some of them knelt on the ground one by one!

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"Alas, half-saint, I didn't expect Zhao Li to invite their ancestors out again, now Zhao Li will also use his strength to become a half-saint!" The Great Elder looked at the sky in the distance and muttered.

"Confucian disciple Kong Fan led all the students of Jiangzhou Academy to meet the Confucian sages!" Kong Fan looked excitedly at one of the four sages.

"Well, get up!" The white-clothed Confucius nodded.

"Let's get started!" Tsing Yi Zhou said quietly.

The four sages glanced at each other and shouted together: "Move flowers and jade!" ”

The light and shadow of the four sages combined into a single ray of light and shot into Zhao Li's body. Zhao Li's breath also began to rise little by little, silver peak, gold early, middle, late. Finally, with the explosion of his body, a coercion of the semi-holy period radiated towards the entire Zhou City.

"It's finally back to feeling like it!" Zhao Li opened his eyes and looked around. After getting acquainted with his own strength, he slowly put away Shengwei a little more.

nodded to the eldest brother and his party before stepping out into the air.

"The Book of Swords!"

A huge sword light flew out in Zhao Li's hand, and the sword light swam up throughout Zhou City!

"Groan, groan!" The sound of swords resounded throughout the entire Zhou City.

The more than a million swords inserted on the Sword Mountain also roared. As the sound of swords became louder and louder, some of the swords on Sword Mountain suddenly rose into the air. Then more and more swords flew with them.

"Groan!" A river of swords appeared in the air again.

Zhao Li looked at all the swords on Sword Mountain and nodded.

"Let's go!"

As Zhao Li stepped out and headed southwest, the Sword River also roared away.

In the southwest of China, the war here has become a mess at this time. The army with reinforcements and the Fire Clan and a dozen other small prehistoric races are fighting, and no one cares if this is a city anymore.

"Boom!" The fighters of the Air Force are now crazy, and when they see a Fire Clan, a missile hits them. The tanks on the ground were also firing at the fire clan in rows.

"Kill," the second elder of the Fire Clan led several masters of other prehistoric races to fight on the front line. Gold-level masters are indeed very powerful, and ordinary missiles are of little use to them at all, unless they use nuclear bombs. It's a pity that people from both sides of the battlefield are already at war together, and nuclear bombs can't be used!

The few gold-level masters on the battlefield were like bulldozers, whether it was soldiers or tanks in front of them, they were all destroyed in their hands one by one.

"Boom, boom!" One plane after another, one tank after another was blown into flames. The military men were also not afraid of death, and one plane after another and tanks still rushed forward.

And the people of the Fire Clan also want to break up Huaxia's sense of resistance, and only by breaking up Huaxia's sense of resistance can this race war stop.

"Commander. Our 102nd division is gone, and the whole division is gone! A middle-aged officer rushed into the command post in the back and cried.

"What are you crying about, it's going to be built if it's gone! The 103rd Division will give it to me right away! The commander scolded with a blushing face.

The order has been given from above, fight, fight to the death, and how many troops are lost will be replenished later, this is a race war that will never stop to the death, not a war with other countries on the earth. It is possible to retreat from the war with other countries, but this race war has not retreated. Live or die.

When the soldiers on the front line became fewer and fewer, more than 10,000 soldiers rushed up. Gunshots, cannons and guns are coming at the people of the Fire Clan again!

"Damn, how many of these soldiers are there, how can they finish fighting one batch and one batch after another!" A silver-level Fire Clan who was fighting cursed angrily.

Although these cannons. Bullets are not a threat to the Gold level, but they are still a bit of a threat to them at the Silver level, and if they are hit too many times at once, they will also be injured. Such a fierce battlefield is over as soon as you get hurt. He watched several of his fellow citizens die by the fire.

"Alas, how many. They have a population of more than one billion people in China, and this is still the result of their family planning, if they originally wanted, they can continue to fight with us like this! A fellow clan next to him shook his head and said.

At first, they did not have the strength to fight back in dozens of cities in China, but now the army of others has come up, and I don't know how many troops are coming. If they continue to fight like this, no matter how high their cultivation is, they will be consumed to death!

"Groan!" Zhao Li flew along with a huge sword river, and this way, whether it was a Chinese person or a prehistoric race, it could be seen with a clear eye!

"Ah, it's Zhao Li of Confucianism!"

"Great, the Confucian people are here!"

The people of China cheered, but the prehistoric race was indeed frightened. A half-holy period of coercion was pressed all the way through.

"It's not good, Huaxia is even a half-saint-level master, and now the Fire Clan is in big trouble!"

"Not only is it a big trouble, but if there is no help from other prehistoric races, it may be exterminated."

After more than an hour of traveling, Zhao Li finally arrived at the border of the battlefield.

"Groan!" The sound of swords and the coercion of the half-holy period enveloped the entire city's battlefield.

"Impossible, there are still half-saint masters in Huaxia!" The people of the Fire Clan were also frightened!

"Hmph, gold-level masters are still meddling in ordinary people's wars, since you are shameless, then go and die!" Zhao Li was also angry when he saw so many soldiers dead on the battlefield.

"Go!" The Sword River headed towards the prehistoric races of the entire city.

"Groan!"

The semi-saint level is not something that they can block with gold and silver levels, the silver level was pierced through the heart by a sword one by one on the spot, and the gold level can still block it! But when Zhao Li destroyed these silver-level people, he gathered all his strength and went towards the gold-level master again.

"Ah, it's a demi-saint master, run away," the six remaining gold-level masters in the city flew in all directions in fright.

"Escape, if you are allowed to escape under the hands of me, the demi-saint, won't my demi-saint scream in vain?" Zhao Li sneered.

Under his mind, Jian He split into six sword rays and chased towards the six gold-level masters!

In the end, these six gold-level masters still did not escape, and were cut into pieces by the sword river.

After looking at the entire city again and seeing that there was not a single prehistoric race, Zhao Licai took the Sword River and headed towards other cities.

Stimulated by the tragic situation of the city, Zhao Li decided to exterminate these prehistoric races that were attacking the city first.

"Groan!" In another city, hundreds of masters of prehistoric races were wiped out.

"Run away, there are half-saint-level masters in Huaxia!" The six elders of the Fire Clan looked at the figure in the sky in horror.

It's too scary, Huaxia still has such a half-saint hidden, the Fire Clan is too impulsive this time, and the intelligence of the Huaxia civilization has not been collected accurately to launch a big war.

"Quick, run to the clan land!" The six elders had lost hope for the other clansmen in the city, and now they were only hoping that they could spread the news that there were demi-saints in Huaxia to the clan!

"Sixth Elder, how can this be! How could there be a half-saint in Huaxia! A Minotaur elder said in horror.

Now he really regretted it, he thought that he could follow the back of the Fire Clan to pick up the cheap, but how did he know that such a terrifying person would come out! I already knew that the half-saint of Huaxia, where did he dare to take advantage of this little advantage!

"How do I know, if it weren't for you people who persuaded our young patriarch, how could there be this big war!" The six elders now hate these races to death, you can ask for your own death, don't bother us! If it weren't for their support, where would the young patriarch have the courage and so many troops.

"Run, where do you want to escape!" Zhao Li stepped out and stood in front of these five gold levels.

"You, what do you want, you have already destroyed so many people in our clan, do you want to kill them all, don't forget that our Fire Clan still has holy weapons, even if you are a half-saint, you can't stop our holy weapons!" The Sixth Elder said sharply.

"Haha, what do I want, kill them all!" Zhao Li smiled angrily and said: "Look at your masterpiece, hundreds of thousands of people in our city were destroyed in your hands, you are embarrassed to mention the word "kill everything", holy weapons, you have holy weapons, so what, if you don't exterminate these genocides this time, we will not stop fighting in Huaxia, don't you want war, then let's have an endless race war!" ”

"No, no, we don't want a race war, we can make peace!" The six elders were also horrified.

"Fuck you peace talks, is your peace talks going to destroy one of our cities after another, if that's the case, I'll also have peace talks with you!" Zhao Li directly said foul language.

"Die!" This time, Zhao Li didn't use the Sword River, and directly stretched out a hand and pressed it towards the five people.

The palms of the hands grew bigger and bigger in mid-air, making it impossible for the people of the five prehistoric races to escape if they wanted to, because they were all locked in!

"Ah, open it for me!" The five gold-level masters also worked hard, using the tricks of various races one by one.

Two clusters of cyan flames, a bull horn that reached the sky, a giant sword, and a giant fist and five attacks headed towards the light palm. It's a pity that the difference is too big, and the five attacks make the light palm a little smaller.

"Hmph, is that all?" Zhao Li snorted.

The light palm still slapped towards the five gold-level ones with ten thousand powers!

"Ahh The five people were directly slapped on the ground with their bare palms and crushed to pieces!

"Ahh The soldiers who had just been fighting with the prehistoric race on the ground were also dumbfounded. It took a while to reflect. Immediately, the whole city resounded with cheers! (To be continued......)