Saint of the Confucian way

"Empty..."

There was a strange sound in the blue mountain. Then I saw the silver light flashing, and I saw the other three silver tentacles shaking and jumping out. Each tentacle was covered with dense blood colored suction cups, and the sharp teeth on the suction cups continued to expand and contract, like chewing and biting.

Finally, a huge suction cup with a diameter of more than ten feet came out of the mountain. The circular suction cup was located at the connection of the four tentacles. The internal teeth were arranged in a ring, with seven layers. It kept creeping and biting, which was very ferocious.

The broken tentacles grew rapidly, and the four arms held by ten people were like four dragons, either rolling or patting, or pumping or poking, attacking Fangyun together.

At the same time, a breath full of ferocity and evil suddenly enveloped a hundred miles around.

The great Confucian cloud in the four areas looked up and showed a frightened color. There was a black fog looming in his eyes. He instinctively retreated back to escape. After three breaths, he suddenly stopped, and there was still a frightened color in his eyes.

He clenched his teeth, but his body shook. Then he tried his best to take out a Book of Mencius, his major, and read it slowly and quietly word by word.

As he continued to recite, the shaking of his body gradually decreased.

The invisible evil is always there. Yun Yangzhao doesn't dare to stop. He reads while looking at Fang Yun in front.

Yun Yangzhao was stunned. He almost forgot that he had to read the classics to compete. Then he hurried to continue reading and continued to look at Fang Yun in surprise.

Fang Yun seemed to have no influence, completely free from the attack of evil intention, and stood there naturally.

Yun Yangzhao suddenly looked ashamed and finally remembered what Yi Zhishi had said before. It seems that Fang Yun's governance has indeed achieved success, not a small success, but a great success. At this point, the other great Confucianism have fallen far behind.

Looking at Fang Yun's tall, towering but obviously young figure, Yun Yangzhao sighed gently, and then his face showed a look of relief.

"In the Terran world, a young man finally stretched out his hand and stood up!"

Yun Yangzhao continued to watch the war,

At first, the teeth were just a test. Soon, the four tentacles began to accelerate. They waved faster and faster, and soon broke through the sound barrier. Every time they waved, they would make a harsh sound, especially at the tip of the tentacles. The sound formed has become a powerful attack force.

Cloud Yang Zhao only felt that Fang Yun had been shrouded by the empty shadow of his tentacles all over the sky, just like the saplings in the storm, swaying and could be destroyed at any time.

Yun Yangzhao only looked at it for a while, then he felt a little dizzy and frightened. He didn't expect that the tentacle of the murderer was so fierce. He was clearly a great scholar in the four realms, and it was difficult to see the moving track of the tentacle.

After a little calculation, Yun Yangzhao found that it was difficult for great scholars in not only the four realms, but also the five realms to capture this terrible attack speed. Only at the level of literary giants could they see this terrible attack.

Fang Yun has not released his family, country and world until now. In addition to attacking with three imperial skeletons, he is attacking with conventional war poems and words.

Yun Yangzhao was very surprised. It's not surprising that the three imperial skeletons blocked one tentacle each. Fang Yun's war poems and swords could also capture the trajectory of the tentacle. A real dragon ancient sword alone could easily block the attack of one tentacle. Even occasionally, war poems will fly near the key of the teeth, around the mouth of the largest suction cup.

Now, in the huge tentacles flying all over the sky, Fang Yun actually gives people a feeling of stability like Mount Tai.

"Fang Xu Shengguo is very human..."

Yun Yangzhao sighed softly, and then suddenly heard a light sigh. He found that he didn't read Mencius, and the evil intention was still there, but he was not affected.

When Yun Yangzhao looked carefully, he saw that Fang Yun had just released the power of his family, country and the world. A power full of decay and decay spread between heaven and earth. The evil intention withered and dissipated like withered and yellow leaves.

"This is the mysterious holy way and great power he used in the battle before..." Yun Yangzhao's eyes lit up.

The moment Fang Yun left home, the country and the world, his calm eyes suddenly changed and became extremely focused.

Just now, I was completely observing the strength of this tooth to prepare for the future and other murderers. Now after finding out, I'm ready to kill it!

The tooth has four tentacles and sharp suction cup teeth. However, there is an ancient demon that can restrain it to a certain extent.

The annals of historians appeared in front of him, and Fang Yun read them softly.

"Hanging silk, born in the ancient sand plain, without leaves and branches, with roots as its feet, walking three feet a day, entering the river for thousands of years, growing thousands of rattan leaves and turning into demons..."

The stone gate of Shidao appears behind Fang Yun, and the long river of history flows in the stone gate of Shidao.

A huge white tree with a height of 100 feet jumped out of the long river of history and appeared on the Bank of Fang Yun. The giant tree also has trunk and branches, but the difference is that the giant tree does not grow leaves. Instead, there are 30000 vines with extremely smooth surface.

Each cane has a faint light, and each cane has different color patterns. The style is strange, and the strange painting school in the future is far from it.

Three ancient demons, hanging silk.

Yun Yangzhao was stunned. He never thought that Fang Yun could cultivate the history books to this extent. This is a realm that can be reached by scholars specializing in historians. Moreover, no one in the history of the human race can summon ancient demons from the long river of history, nor can all saints!

With a gentle swing, the hanging silk and thousands of long vines suddenly shot at the huge suction cup mouth of the teeth like a sharp arrow, making a harsh sound of breaking the air.

With a loud cry, he suddenly closed the big suction plate mouth, and then used four tentacles to resist it.

Tens of thousands of dense vines were blocked by the four tentacles, but the next moment, the four tentacles suddenly expanded.

Because thousands of vines actually drill in along the suction cup of the tentacle and constantly support the tentacle.

The teeth of the teeth are very sharp, but the surfaces of all the canes of the hanging silk are full of mucus, which makes the teeth of the teeth unable to close smoothly. In addition, the hanging silk contains the holy Qi and the decaying force of Fang Yun, the teeth can't bite off all the canes. It takes enough time for two canes to drill in when one of its suction cups bites off.

Moreover, every bitten vine will grow rapidly.

After a few breaths, both Fang Yun and Yun Yangzhao could see that Chui silk could not kill Chui teeth at all, but could only restrict its action. If the stalemate continued, Chui teeth would surely defeat the three areas of Chui silk.

However, there is Fang Yun.

Under the shelter of the hanging silk cane, the real dragon ancient sword silently hit the huge suction cup of the teeth, strangled seven layers of teeth all the way, penetrated them, left a terrible withering force, and turned quickly.

Seven patterns real dragon ancient sword, invincible!

"Empty... Empty... Empty..."

His teeth kept screaming in pain, but he couldn't solve the problem of hanging silk in a short time. After being pierced ten times by the real dragon ancient sword, the power of withered power appeared.

The realm of teeth fell straight from the emperor to five realms.

The tooth suddenly shrinks back desperately and wants to escape, but its tentacles have been entangled by the hanging silk.

After only three breaths, Zhenlong ancient sword killed him with one sword.

Fang Yun's mountain island once again reached the blue mountain peak and continued to devour the blue mountain and the teeth at the same time.

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