Saint of the Confucian way

When the three ancient demon kings saw Fang Yun wake up, they stopped. The university scholars who had a chance to breathe immediately strengthened their protection. At the same time, looking at Fang Yun, their faces showed a faint sense of joy, but their eyes implied sadness.

"Fang Yun, let the black open!" said the ancient elephant king.

"If you let him out, we may be able to give you a chance. After all, you are a hundred emperor tribe, on the top of the stars." the king of the ancient ape said.

The sharp claws of the ancient tiger king gently slid across the ground and made a long hissing sound, leaving shallow traces. His eyes were like lights, and he made no secret of his killing intention and threat.

Fang Yun glanced at the ancient demon treasures on the three ancient demon kings. Now they have put them on. They can only weaken the ability of the negative Yue family and can't force them to fade.

Fang Yun tried his best to cover up his mental and physical fatigue. Looking at the nine university students who were still standing, Fang Yun said, "I have recovered and my spirit is better. How about the war? How sure are you to escape?"

The nine great scholars looked at Fang Yun, but no one spoke.

Fang Yun was stunned and sighed softly. He thought yes, the nine people couldn't say. The assurance of escaping was zero.

"How about the war, or can't hurt them?" Fang Yun frowned and looked at the three headed demon king. The three headed demon king's body had many new traces, but it didn't matter. His blood was still strong. It wouldn't be a problem to stick to it for another hour.

Wei Huangan said helplessly, "no, not at all! We even used blue blood and heart and holy pages to attract noble righteousness, but we can only hurt but not die. They will soon grow flesh and blood. All our attacks only cost them a little blood."

"These ancient demon kings have more blood than ordinary demon kings. If I expected it right, the total amount of blood in each ancient demon king is ten times that of the same level demon man." Meng Jingye said.

"At least 15 times! And the quality is at least twice! If you get the inheritance of ancient demons and promote the king, double it!" Fang Yun knows the power of ancient demons better than everyone.

Many great scholars were shocked, and Yun zhaochen sighed: "no wonder they feel that their Qi and blood are endless. Now they understand why they always say that the demon man can defeat the ancient demon family by demon sea tactics. If he doesn't hit it ten times, he will die without life."

"In fact, more Qi and blood is not the biggest problem," Zeng Yue said.

The crowd looked at Zeng Yue and signaled Zeng Yue to continue.

Zeng Yue looked around and said: "After I entered the ancient land of blood mountain, although my strength decreased, I still stayed in the realm of grid things. I had the purpose and power of grid things to explore the essence of things. I had seen for a long time that the blood and flesh inside the ancient demon's body were not particularly strong, but the blood and blood on their body surface, skin and some blood and flesh under their skin completely surpassed the demon family. The hardness of their internal blood and flesh was about a hundred times that of the human family, But the external hardness is hundreds of thousands of times that of the Terran, which is completely impossible to estimate. "

Fang Yun nodded. There was no detailed study of the blood and flesh of the ancient demons in the inheritance of the ancient demons, and said, "that's right. That is to say, as long as the external blood and flesh protection of the ancient demons is broken, our war poems can cause great trauma to their bodies, make them consume blood and drama, make them recover slowly, and kill them?"

"It's true. My opinion is the same as Zeng Yue. We have all tried to penetrate the war poetry. Only under extremely coincidental circumstances will we attack the inside of their bodies. Each time we attack the inside of their bodies, these ancient demons will react greatly and become more angry and even roar." Meng Jingye said.

Mo Yao quickly burst into spring thunder: "Your Highness, don't let them go on! They are studying the way to kill you. Be careful!"

The king of the apes sneered contemptuously: "How about letting them study it? But what you said is that since they don't hand over Wuchang, we can only do it. Fang Yun, I remind you that Wuchang has a higher status than us. He is the grandson of the ancient demon saint 'Wuyue'. Once he dies, his majesty Wuyue will feel that he will kill you even if you escape to the edge of the world. If you die, his majesty Wuyue will kill you I will find a way to kill your family! "

"Wu Yue is not dead yet?" Fang Yun was slightly surprised, because according to the inheritance records of ancient demons, Wu Yue is one of the two demon saints of the abyss squid family. Before inheritance, the father of this generation of negative Yue was severely damaged by Wu Yue and other ancient demon saints.

"Your Majesty Wu Yue just..." the king of the ancient ape suddenly changed his look and said angrily, "you're trying to set me up! The ancient demon will never die, invincible! Kill!"

The king of the ancient ape said that his arms were like a dragon going out to sea, smashing it with all his strength. The sea burst, and the protective war poems collapsed one after another.

Many great scholars immediately defended again.

This time, the attack of the three ancient demon kings was more fierce, and many great scholars immediately felt overwhelmed.

"Fang Xusheng, let's stop him and run away by yourself!" emperor Wei said loudly.

"Yes, Fang Xusheng, run away by yourself! At that time, we will burn all our life and use bixuedanxin. We can definitely stop them and create time for you!" Zeng Yue said.

"Since you are Wenxing longjue, you must have a way to escape. Don't worry about me!" Yun zhaochen said his guess.

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment. The blood stains in his eyes were more red and his teeth clenched.

"On that day, for the sake of the Terran, the holy courtyard and winning, I watched with my own eyes one after another great scholar leave, resist the enemy for me, fight for me and die for me. I still remember Peng Tuzhao's words. He said that he had no arms, so he cherished the world more than everyone else; he couldn't hug, so he wanted to protect the Terran more than everyone else. He died in the war. I have vowed that I will never let the scene of that year repeat itself! Win or die, and I will never survive on the death ladder composed of the bodies of my comrades in arms! "

Fang Yun looked at the three ancient demon kings and the backs of the nine great scholars. The water was hazy in front of him. He raised his right arm forward and said loudly, "today, I want to win, I want to live! Even if there is only one arm left, I want to walk for Peng, hold out my hand and touch the future! Pen!"

At the command of Wenxing longjue, the world shook and the sea churned.

The Zhengqi pen flew into Fang Yun's hands like a living creature.

"Inkstone!"

The inkstone turtle flies to the pen like the most loyal running dog.

"Mo Lai!"

The ink woman flew out of the ink, hugged the head of the Zhengqi pen, soaked and dyed black, and then returned.

"Paper!"

The holy page is suspended in front of Fang Yun.

"Holy blood!"

A drop of dragon Holy Blood flew out of the sea shell and fell into the pen, which was integrated with the ink.

Fang Yun looked up at the demons, looked like a knife, and said slowly, "today, you're all going to die!"

"Don't let him finish it!" Mo Yao shouted.

Tang Jianqiu said with a smile, "great scholar, what's your hurry? What can he do with a Hanlin?"

Xiong Tu also said, "let him write, I see what he can write! Even if he writes flowers, it can't change anything!"

"He finished writing..."

"You see, there is no vision..."

The University scholar nearby couldn't help glancing back and was stunned to find that Fang Yun wrote a poem about the protection war he made in the holy ruins.

When the new wind blows through the Qin Dynasty,

Iron clothes reflect the snow, and the night is colder.

Swallow the achievements of the six countries,

Dead lying in the mountains and rivers of Beijiang town!

Before, this poem was just a scene, but now, a hazy light appears on the paper. Within the light, there is a scene of Mengtian, a famous general of the Qin Dynasty, fighting with 300000 barbarians on the vast grassland.

When the soul of poetry becomes, the great general Meng Tian's virtual shadow emerges behind Fang Yun.

The great scholars were not surprised to see the virtual shadow of Mengtian in the soul of poetry. Although the soul of Mengtian can be summoned only by summoning saints in the three realms, Fang Yun is both a virtual saint and an original work. Even the soul of poetry can directly obtain the ideas of Mengtian scattered in the world.

Later, the college scholars who turned back saw that Fang Yun continued to write old poems, the Jinshi protection war poem Liangzhou CI Yumen pass.

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds,

A lonely city, ten thousand mountains.

Why should Qiang flute complain about willows,

The spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

Seeing this poem, the university scholars who had hope in their eyes were dim and cold in their hearts.

It is well known that Fang Yunneng wrote a series of poems on the Qin people and Yumen pass, but these two poems alone can not change the war situation.

They soon found that there was also a virtual shadow on the surface of the poem, and the poem became two worlds. The soul of the poem appeared. In the virtual shadow, there stood a meritorious minister guarding the border of the Qin Dynasty, who was still Meng Tian. However, Meng Tian was improving his brush in the military camp at this time.

Another virtual shadow of Meng Tian appeared behind Fang Yun and merged with the previous one.

Fang Yun finally promoted the poem from one realm to two realms, but there was no joy in the hearts of the university scholars, because even the poem could not change the war situation this time.

When they were disappointed, Yu Guang saw Fang Yun write three words under the two poems.

Broken Loulan.

At the moment of seeing these three words, many scholars associate "chanting Qin people", "Yumen pass" and "broken Loulan", and their eyes burst into bright light, like the explosion of stars!

Loulan ancient city has been occupied by barbarians for many years. It used to be the residence of barbarians. Up to now, there are barbarian altars.

All the students took a deep breath and waited for the last time.

Fang Yun continued to write, and Baoguang was heavy.

Changyun dark snow mountain in Qinghai,

The lonely city looks at the Yumen pass in the distance.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundred battles,

If you don't break the Loulan, you won't pay it back!

The water is shining and the virtual shadow is floating. Everyone seems to see that in the remote frontier, the thick clouds roll on the Qinghai Lake, the sky is far away and the clouds are low, connecting with the snow mountains. In another frontier fortress far away, the magnificent Yumen pass of the Terran stands, facing each other from a distance.

In such a vast land, Terran soldiers fight against demons and barbarians year after year. The environment is difficult and dangerous. The violent dust is like a weapon, and can even wear through the hardest golden armor of Terran generals.

However, even in such a bad environment, the Terran soldiers are still full of morale and war spirit. They vow to kill all the demons and barbarians and rush into Loulan. If they can't recover the lost land, they will never return home!

Hanlin war poetry is the soul of two realm poetry. However, under the urging of holy blood, he impressively raised one realm and jumped to three realms to call holy.

In the virtual shadow, there was a scene that the senior general Meng Tian led the Qin army to hunt down the barbarians. The third Meng Tian virtual shadow appeared. This Meng Tian virtual shadow was more solid and integrated with the previous virtual shadow to form a real power of calling saints in the three realms.

Original Baoguang!

The first Baoguang!

Call the holy light!

Also, the most important handed down Baoguang!

The precious light is like scales, stacked one after another.

Three company war poem! First and second territory!

Even Pingchao stood in the distance, and the whole person was silly. He stared wide eyed and muttered to himself: "the second boundary war poetry of Hanlin is equivalent to the war poetry of university scholars and the third consecutive war poetry. Each second boundary pushes the power to the peak of the war poetry of university scholars. With the holy blood, it has reached the level of the war poetry of great Confucianism! Moreover, his treasure pen seems to contain righteousness. Bad, something will happen..."

"Something's going to happen!" Mo Yao also felt bad.

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