Saint of the Confucian way

Boom!

Several circular white air waves swept across all directions. Where they passed, the war poetry soldiers would collapse in an instant, and the Yangtze River that blocked the enemy would collapse. The Yangtze River formed again, but it was scattered by aftershocks.

Then two mirages were formed to stop the enemy. The ox emperor's ancient corpse didn't care at all and tore it apart with pure running impact.

However, Fang Yun still greatly slowed down the speed of Niu Huang's ancient corpse and barely adapted to his almost new body.

Fang Yun lowered his head and looked at his chest. There was no trace left on the tortoise armor, which was better than the ancient corpse of Niuhuang. He could not destroy the tortoise shell of Guiqing emperor.

Fang Yun raised his head and looked at the ancient corpse of Niu Huang. He looked dignified, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Fang Yun stands on the ground, flying fast and changing directions.

In order to catch up with Fang Yun, the Niuhuang ancient corpse also constantly changes its direction. Each time it changes its direction, its moving speed will be reduced. Coupled with the obstruction of Fang Yun's other forces, it can never catch up with Fang Yun.

Fang Yun also took the opportunity to attack with various forces.

The dead are not afraid of most of the deadly poison. The power to attack the giant snake is very little in front of the ancient corpse of Niu Huang. Its only function is to send the decaying power into the ancient corpse of Niu Huang.

Wentai real dragon is not weak, but after approaching the ancient corpse of Niu Huang, it was ripped by ox horns. Although it recovered soon, it can only spit out dragon inflammation from a distance.

Fang Yun's real dragon ancient sword has been incredibly strong, but the body of the ox emperor's ancient corpse is harder than that of most emperors, and only skin and bones have no blood and flesh. The real dragon ancient sword only leaves very shallow scars on its body and can't cause effective killing, so that the ox emperor's ancient corpse doesn't bother to focus on attacking the real dragon ancient sword.

Fang Yun had to admit that he was not a literary hero or a real dragon ancient sword, and there was nothing he could do to take the ancient corpse emperor.

However, after only a few decades of interest, Fang Yun found that the situation was critical, not himself, but the other three.

The three great Confucians were chased and killed by 108 ancient corpses in the five territories. They jumped up and down in the Baoge hall like rabbits chased by a group of wolves and dogs. They had no power to fight back. They could only delay and obstruct, and had no chance to attack at all.

The three great Confucians looked miserable. If the younger generation knew that they were in such a situation, the dignity of the elders would be lost.

Fortunately, those ancient corpses in the five realms were disturbed by the blood mang force, and their attacks often failed. Otherwise, I'm afraid the three people have been surrounded by hundreds of corpses.

Fang Yun only looked a few times and found the most important problem. The three had no effective means to stop the hundreds of ancient corpses. They had to be forced to run away. It is estimated that three people will be injured in less than a quarter of an hour.

Like the three great Confucians, Fang Yun kept calling out war poetry soldiers, but those soldiers were reluctant to deal with the ancient corpses in the five territories. Once they were within 200 feet of the ancient corpse of Niu Huang, they were either shattered by the long river of the emperor or destroyed by the aftershock of the attack. The whole scene was like an ancient giant beast trampling on the ant colony.

However, if there were no war poetry soldiers, the three great Confucians would soon be killed by hundreds of corpses.

Fang Yunzheng was worried about the other three great Confucians. The ancient corpse of Niu Huang suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a dark green pillar of fire.

Fang Yun was not surprised, but confident.

In the dark green pillar of fire, the figure of Niuhuang's ancient corpse appears. Repeat the previous scene and launch a terrible impact.

Fang Yun moved a large amount of money lightly, and immediately wrote a poem called "killing in the world of mortals".

He who knows nothing makes all his friends.

But Qin didn't receive a reward. He hit Jinning for his merit.

In the white blade, in the world of murder.

When the dynasty bows to high righteousness, the whole world is Qin Yingfeng.

When a poem is finished, it shines everywhere.

In the white blade, in the world of killing!

Fang Yun disappeared as like as two peas.

Fang Yun had moved hundreds of feet away when Niu Huang's ancient corpse hit the bloody man.

The red dust Fang Yun was hit into a blood fog. The ox emperor's ancient corpse passed through the blood fog, turned around and continued to chase Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's means emerge one after another. The ox emperor's ancient corpse is not as powerful as the real Jinian emperor. In addition to being strong, there are too many other shortcomings. Fang Yun can't do anything for a time.

Although Fang Yun has been running away, the attack has never stopped, and a large number of decaying power poured into the body of Niu Huang's ancient corpse.

However, Fang Yun was at ease, but the three great Confucians were working harder and harder. The strength of 100 corpses could not compare with that of Niu Huang's ancient corpses, but it was more troublesome because of the large number.

The spirit bones of the three people occasionally kill the ancient corpse, but the ancient corpse will turn into corpse Qi and rise from the giant coffin.

Suddenly, he Mingyuan drank violently, and the ancient sword cut an ancient corpse to prevent Tian Songshi from being injured.

Tian Songshi is the oldest of the three, but he became a great Confucianism the latest. Because of the accumulation of Wenxin in spring and autumn, his war poetry is particularly strong, but on the level of great Confucianism, he is the weakest.

Fang Yun hurriedly asked, "how are you three?"

He Mingyuan said in a deep voice, "the situation is not good. It's a little hard to fight. Hundreds of corpses are like a tide. It's too strong."

"Thanks to the old man, I'm lucky. There are two more caresses, and there are many spirit bones, otherwise I can't hold on." Tian Songshi said.

The cloud Yang Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "in this kind of battle, my strength improves quickly, but I'm afraid I can't hold it for long, let alone have the spare strength to get the brewed bottle. Don't be offended, Fang Xusheng, but I really don't think I can take it."

He Ming said: "if there is no ancient corpse of the emperor, there may be a way, but the ancient corpse of the emperor is here, and you don't have much time to help us."

Fang Yun was silent. The three people were right. They were really able to deal with the ancient corpse of Niu Huang. Occasionally, they could help the three people, but this could not play a decisive role. If it went on like this, the final result would be to run out of talent and leave.

Fang Yun took a look at the brewed light bottle and was very unwilling. It was because it was not a complete sacred treasure that it played a great role in himself. Moreover, there was little difference between the incomplete and incomplete treasure. The important thing was the different light liquor inside.

Moreover, Fang Yun has an idea about this treasure. If the idea is successful, it may affect the pattern of the battle between the two mountains.

Fang Yun is even willing to exchange the complete wolf head holy hammer for this set of brewed light tools.

Fang Yun thought of the treasure in his seashell. Once it was used, the result was unknown, but there was no back hand. He could only use it when he had to encounter a real crisis of life and death.

The situation of the three is becoming more and more critical, and Fang Yun is anxious.

At this time, Fang Yun keenly felt that there was a change outside the corridor. When he looked around, he saw a snake demon king in the five realms peeping at a very far place outside the door.

One person, one demon and four eyes looked at each other. The snake demon king turned and fled like a frightened bird.

Fang Yun knew the snake demon king and was a member of the overseas battle of God given mountain.

Fang Yun's heart clicked. Once the news that he was here was known by other demon barbarians, the consequences would be unimaginable. He must decide whether to go or stay as soon as possible.

Fang Yun turned his head and looked at the brewed light bottle. His eyes flashed, and his holy Qi and decaying power surged.

After dozens of breaths, Fang Yun brightened his eyes and wrote on the holy page with a great Confucian Wenbao pen dipped in the thick ink on the inkstone turtle.

Look at the sword with a lamp in the drunk!

A sentence that has just been completed, is full of talent, and the vitality of heaven and earth is violent.

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