Saint of the Confucian way

Not only the people present, but even the great Confucian and great scholar who came to the rescue from afar also looked at Fang Yun's phantom body in disbelief.

I saw the magic cube writing stroke by stroke, as if it was very slow and fast.

At the same time, the boundless righteousness of heaven and earth gathered at the place where Fang Yun was located. It was so thick that the manhuang wolf was startled. Niushan found an opportunity to blow his body. He had to scold and retreat at the same time. Only when flesh and blood were reborn did he dare to fight Niushan.

When Fang Yun was in the literary circle of Kong Shengwen, he was ostracized by the monarch of the state of Chu and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. After arriving at the Lingdingyang ocean at the Pearl River Estuary, he boated on the water. He originally wanted to write "crossing the Lingdingyang ocean", but he stopped writing only half of it. Then he made a great deal of wind and rain and returned home.

This time, Fang Yun's phantom body soon finished the first six sentences.

Across the ocean.

After hard work, there are only four stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is floating, the life experience is floating and sinking, and the rain hits the Ping.

Fear, the beach says fear, and sighs in the ocean.

These six sentences are in the capacity of Zhang poyue, feeling that his life experience is miserable and his country is broken. Finally, he is still lonely in the ocean.

Countless eyes stared at Fang Yun's nib.

Magic Fang Yun finally wrote.

Since ancient times, no one has died. Keep your heart in history!

Since ancient times, no one can live forever, but can leave a sincere and bright red loyalty and patriotism to shine on history and immortality!

Boom

See the treasure light on the poem page.

Original Baoguang! The first Baoguang! Holy page Baoguang! Holy Blood light! The three realms of calligraphy, Wenbao pen, inkstone turtle and ink woman, and so on, all kinds of treasure lights flashed one after another.

Heirloom!

At the moment of seeing the handed down treasure light, many Terrans showed an excited color, which means that the overall strength of the Terran was strengthened again, but many demons were furious.

Just when everyone thought the poem page was about to burn, another layer of treasure appeared.

Shizu Baoguang!

At the moment of seeing Baoguang, everyone knew that this poem was a new form of war poem called Zhengqi poem!

After the poem calling for sword, Fang Yun created a second new form of war poetry.

Countless Terrans showed ecstasy, while countless demon barbarians flashed regret in their eyes. If Fang Yun had known that he could create a new war poem, he should have been killed anyway.

"Kill!" a few demon barbarians completely forget their own life and death. For the sake of the demon world and the demon barbarians, they inherit the will of their ancestors to climb the Lord of the world, and they are fearless even if they are upright.

The other demons were stunned, rushed to Fang Yun together, and then spit out magic at the same time.

However, the Terrans have long been on guard. All the eleven great Confucians use the holy page!

Five defensive war poems fell on Fang Yun, and six anti enemy poems fell in front of the demon man.

This time, the demon and barbarian kings either use the attack of God or the attack of Saint to defeat the six enemy blocking poems in an instant.

The power of the Terran and the demon barbarian collided, and the earth collapsed within a radius of tens of miles, filled with a disordered flow of vitality. The terrible power beat Fang Yun's Confucian protective war poetry repeatedly like the tide.

Finally, when there was still the last layer of protective war poetry, the power of demon man attack dissipated.

Now, the demon man appears ten miles away.

This distance is still far away for the Barbarian King, but it is already the distance that the big demon king and the big Barbarian King can shoot, but the power is poor.

All the big man kings and the big demon kings are gathering strength and are ready to get closer. Once they get closer to Wuli, they will kill Fang Yun at all costs.

The so-called rules of the two ethnic groups no longer need to be observed!

I would rather bear the Revenge of the Terran than let Fang Yun and other threats survive.

Killing Fang Yun is the greatest contribution to the demon world!

Every demon man present has the same idea in his heart. Killing Fang Yun is more important than killing semi saints!

Half saint is only a hundred years old, and the handed down war poems are immortal!

The big man king who flew in the front has begun to burn all his life. He fell from the sky like a meteorite, and his flight speed exceeded two calls.

At the moment of demon man's hand, "crossing the ocean" burned.

See the magic Fang Yun's body aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he shrinks into an old man with bent waist and frost like hair.

Since ancient times, no one has died. Keep your heart in history!

The boundless heaven and earth, positive Qi poured into Fang Yun's body.

This poem, instead of the blue blood heart!

In exchange for strong heaven and earth righteousness at the cost of sacrificing life.

However, this time, the life span of square transportation combustion is too much. Not only the phantom body is dying, but also a little black hair is slowly turning white.

In the eyes of the people, the righteousness of heaven and earth came down from heaven and fell on Fang Yun.

Fang Yun suddenly radiated holy white light, his hair moved gently, his clothes flew, and stretched out his hand to press on the poem page of Kun Wu Sword.

Black ink turns red, words like blood!

An infinite amount of heaven and earth righteousness flows into the holy page.

The positive Qi in the sky shook slightly and poured in with it.

The University scholar war poem Kun Wu Sword was recognized by cangming Zhengqi and promoted to a great Confucian war poem!

The pages of the poem burn.

But nothing seems to have happened.

The crowd looked around and suddenly all looked up.

A dark crack opened in the sky.

A huge sword emitting noble righteousness and the spirit of the son of heaven slowly fell, reaching a hundred feet. The body of the sword was like frost and snow, the handle was like the hot sun, and the tip of the sword was down, trying to divide a boundary.

Sword of the king! The sword of the son of heaven!

The word "Kunwu" is engraved on the hilt of the sword.

Boom

Before Kunwu sword exerted its force, a north-south crack appeared in the earth under Fang Yun's feet, and it was widening. The edge of the crack and the two walls were neat and bright, as if cut by the invisible sword.

The crack is three hundred miles long.

There are two big barbarian kings and fourteen barbarian kings right above the crack.

It's all split in two.

The fourteen barbarian kings screamed and turned into a thick smoke, and the two big barbarian kings were also divided in half, but their powerful talents made them reborn quickly.

However, the power of heaven and earth righteousness spread all over the bodies of the two great barbarian kings.

The two great barbarian kings are like being poisoned, their flesh and blood are constantly turned into thick smoke, and their flesh and blood are constantly reborn, circulating back and forth, which is extremely terrible.

At the same time of the crack, Fang Yun raised his right arm, locked all the demons, and then gently touched his index finger.

The huge Kunwu sword, which was originally upright, began to tilt, and the sword tip pointed to the demon man. Then the sword body moved gently and drew a small circle with the sword tip.

Hiss, hiss

Centered on the demon man, a huge circle with a diameter of 50 miles appeared on the ground.

Rely on heaven to serve the country and take the male name of the painting land.

The next moment, the big circle suddenly darkened, as if dark clouds were gathering.

The people were very surprised, because all the water here was taken away by the Dragon Palace, which could not condense the dark clouds at all.

Nine days above, the shadow is not a dark cloud.

Endless sword!

Three feet Kunwu, hundreds of millions of bodies!

After a moment, the world was bright and the fire was in the air.

The long sword is like frost, but the hundreds of millions of Kunwu swords fly into the air to make a fire and quickly fall into the flame. The sword speed can reach ten sounds!

Boom, boom

The sword is like a falling star.

The Barbarian King and the demon king will die if they touch it!

The great demon king and the great man king will be hurt!

Some of them can avoid a ten Ming sword, ten, twenty or even thirty, but they can't avoid hundreds of millions of Kunwu swords!

Fang Yun stood proudly with his hands on his back.

It was not until this moment that the enemy and we fully understood what was the name of the painting.

Under Kunwu sword, I am invincible!

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