Chapter 72: So what if he is a literary saint? Just blast him
"I thought you were so strong, but it turns out you are just this strong."

Xiang Yu held the God-Slaying Spear and looked down at the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature.

The heroic spirit of the Sage of Literature slowly rose into the air, his expression extremely gloomy.

All the people from the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong felt a sinking feeling in their hearts when they saw that the heroic spirit of the Sage Wen was actually knocked away by Xiang Yu.

I breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Wen Shengyingling was fine.

"You have succeeded in angering this old man."

The Holy Spirit of Literature spoke in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a scholar's cap flew over and was placed on his head, dropping rays of light.

The carving knife and the pointer flew into his hands.

The bamboo slips flew to him and unfolded automatically.

With the four holy artifacts added to his body, his aura as a literary saint surged.

"I am seriously ill!"

The saintly spirit of literature spoke slowly.

Then everyone noticed that Xiang Yu's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked like he didn't have much time left.

"Blood coming out of the mouth."

The Holy Spirit of Literature continued to speak.

"puff!"

Xiang Yu seemed to have become a puppet, with blood gushing out.

"puff!"

At this moment, the heroic spirit of Wensheng swung the carving knife, a white light appeared and slashed at Xiang Yu.

"Confinement!"

The saintly spirit continued to speak, and then everyone noticed that Xiang Yu seemed to have become a statue.

Xiang Yu's heart tightened and a sense of crisis emerged.

The strength of the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature, who is equipped with four holy artifacts, is incomparable to before.

"Roar!"

Just when the heroic spirit of the sage was about to launch an attack, the imprisoned Xiang Yu suddenly roared to the sky.

He forcibly broke free from the effects of the restraints.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Xiang Yu roared loudly, and the energy and blood in his body surged, like a peerless killing god.

The heroic spirit of the sage frowned slightly, and big characters flew out on the bamboo slips one after another, heading towards Xiang Yu to kill him.

"Boom boom boom!"

Unfortunately, Xiang Yu, who was furious, became much stronger and stronger, and with the God-Slaying Spear, he easily defeated the enemies one by one.

"boom!"

The next moment, Xiang Yu approached the spirit of the Saint Wen and swung out the God-Slaying Spear.

The heroic spirit of Wen Sheng had no time to dodge and was smashed away like a cannonball.

Although he was not harmed by the presence of the Confucian crown, the power of the Confucian crown was further consumed.

"Confinement!"

"Pointer, sleepy!"

Wen Shengying Ling looked gloomy and spoke coldly.

He threw the rattan in his hand, and the rattan swelled in the wind and then tied up the imprisoned Xiang Yu.

"Carving knife, cut!"

The heroic spirit of the sage spoke coldly, and the next moment, he threw the carving knife in his hand, carrying a sharp aura, and slashed towards Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu was imprisoned and tied up with a whip. At this moment, he was temporarily unable to resist and felt the strong breath of death.

Su Jiutian and his generals all had a changed look.

Kong Deshang and other members of the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong were delighted.

As long as Emperor Wu, the rebel, is killed, the rest will not be a concern.

"Hoohoho!"

Xiang Yu's eyes turned red and he roared angrily.

The power in the body also went into a frenzy, like a mighty river rushing through his limbs and bones.

"boom!"

Finally, the next moment, Xiang Yu broke free from the restraints, and the whip tied to him broke into several sections.

At this moment, the carving knife came close to him. Xiang Yu was furious and swept out the God-Slaying Spear, which collided with the carving knife and knocked it away.

"Die, die, die!"

Xiang Yu stared at the heroic spirit of the sage with his red eyes and killed him without hesitation.

At this moment, Xiang Yu fell into madness and had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill the heroic spirit of the saint.

"Stuck in the mire!"

"Serious injuries will lead to death!"

"Thousands of arrows fired!"

……

For the first time, the Confucian sage showed panic and kept talking.

But unfortunately, at this moment, Xiang Yu's blood and energy were surging throughout his body, and all negative effects could not affect him.

"Boom!" The God-Slaying Spear swung out, and the spirit of the Confucian Sage was directly blown away.

Xiang Yu turned into a stream of light and attacked again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The spirit of the Confucian sage was like a ball, being smashed away continuously by Xiang Yu.

This scene left the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong stunned.

It was obvious that the literary saint and hero had the upper hand, but in the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed.

The generals were extremely excited.

The same was true for Su Jiutian.

Xiang Yu's fighting power suddenly soared because of his extreme anger, which unleashed his potential.

"Crack!"

With the next breath, a slight clicking sound was heard.

Immediately afterwards, the Confucian cap on the head of the Sage of Literature broke into pieces.

The power of this holy weapon was completely exhausted and completely destroyed.

"Without this turtle shell, I'll see how long you can hold on."

Xiang Yu spoke coldly, his eyes becoming even redder.

"Three of you, help the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature!"

Upon seeing this, Master Wang let out a loud shout and rushed towards Xiang Yu first.

Master Chen, Master Zhou, and Master Zhao did not hesitate at all, and followed closely behind him, charging towards Xiang Yu.

"How dare you, a clown, to be so presumptuous!"

Xiang Yu turned around suddenly, swept the God-Slaying Spear across, divine light burst out, and the four Martial Emperors vomited blood and flew backwards at the same time.

"Crash!"

At this moment, the bamboo slips grew to several dozen feet in length, blocking the front of the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature and protecting it.

"Shhhhh!"

Xiang Yu attacked continuously, and then with a bang, the bamboo slips shattered into pieces.

Of the four holy artifacts, three have been destroyed, leaving only the Wensheng carving knife.

"kill!"

Xiang Yu roared, carrying infinite murderous intent, and rushed towards the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature.

The heroic spirit of the Saint Wen quickly retreated to avoid it, muttering something at the same time.

Want to exert negative effects on Xiang Yu.

Unfortunately, his "words come true" seemed to have lost its effect at this time.

"boom!"

The God-Slaying Spear swept over, and the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature was smashed hundreds of feet away.

Xiang Yu pursued the victory and completely suppressed the heroic spirit of the sage.

When the people of the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong saw this scene, they were completely despaired.

The heroic spirit of Wen Sheng roared angrily and fought back with all his might, but to no avail.

"Ahhh!"

"Damn damn it!"

The angry roar of Wen Sheng Yingling was heard, but soon the roar weakened, and after a few breaths, it completely disappeared.

Because he had been defeated by Xiang Yu.

The spirit of the Sage of Literature was originally a member of the Kong family, formed by the power of faith of Emperor Wenzong and millions of people in Wensheng City.

Not real life.

As the spirit of the Sage of Literature dissipated, the Kong family, Emperor Wen and the four Martial Emperors fell into complete despair.

Even the spirit of the sage Wen was defeated and scattered. Could it be that God wanted to destroy the Kong family and Emperor Wenzong?
"kill!"

Xiang Yu roared, raised his God-Slaying Spear, and charged towards Master Wang and the four Martial Emperors.

"Puff puff!"

"Bang bang bang!"

It was still one against four, but this time, in just a few breaths, the four Martial Emperors were easily killed and fell in a pool of blood.

"You must die too!"

Xiang Yu's eyes fell on the Kong family and several semi-emperors of Emperor Wenzong.

Several people felt a bone-chilling cold and deep fear.

Xiang Yu did not hesitate and attacked directly.

One after another, the semi-emperors were beheaded and their bodies fell onto the square below.

The Kong family and the people of Emperor Wenzong all felt as if they were trapped in an icy cave.

The people on all sides of the square were filled with indignation.

"Traitors, get out of Wensheng City!"

"Get out of Wensheng City!"

The people shouted loudly one by one, and Su Jiutian narrowed his eyes.

Then, he was about to give the order, but at this moment, a faint figure emerged above the statue of the Sage of Literature.

It was actually the heroic spirit of the Saint of Literature who had just been defeated.

(End of this chapter)