Saint of the Confucian way

While Fang Yun was talking, the phantom Fang Yun suddenly grinned and recited a poem that could be powerful even without the vitality of heaven and earth.

Because this poem consumes life.

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.

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

The magic cube turned into light smoke and dissipated, but the power of this righteous poem poured into Fang Yun.

"Thank you, Jianmei!"

When Fang Yun finished, he held a great Confucian Wenbao pen, dipped it in inkstone and tortoise ink, and shook it horizontally.

The pen is full of talent and stars, and the dragon and Phoenix are difficult to close.

Three thousand guests were drunk with flowers in the hall, and fourteen states were frosted with a sword.

The drum horn opens the sky, the air is cold, the wind waves the sea and mountains in autumn.

Ning'an will always be the golden pillar of heaven. Who envies the ten thousand princes of that year!

The heaven and earth are cold, and the golden light falls from the sky. It turns into the shape of Ning'an City, shrouds Fang Yun, and forms an extremely strong protective ability.

Strangely, in the golden Ning'an City, there are countless translucent readers who either write or chant. Golden words fly out of the pen and mouth, connect into a line, and enter Fang Yun's literary palace.

While the golden light fell, an arc silver light flew out along the horizontal swing of the pen, like a curved blade, flying out laterally and cutting to the beiyihuang.

In the process of flying, the silver arc blade grew rapidly, and finally it was hundreds of miles long.

Where the silver arc blade passes, the earth is frozen, the white frost spreads, and all the flames formed in the previous battle are extinguished.

When the silver arc blade arrived in front of Beiyi emperor, the sword light was shining like the bright moon, with a sense of killing, and the breath of destruction and destruction burst out in the sword light.

With a flash of cold light, fourteen states went out.

Keng!

The sword light cut on the shell of beiyihuang, forming a loud sound. The body of beiyihuang was cut out, and a deep transverse gap was cut in the second shell, and the cracks around the gap spread.

"Why can you still use war poems? Why does the poem have the voice of all living beings? Why..."

Before Bei Yihuang finished, he saw Fang Yun take a step forward. Unexpectedly, he waved his pen for the second time in the blink of an eye, and the golden light fell again. The golden light Ning'an city was more powerful, and the frost sword Qi appeared again. It took shape in an instant and quickly cut on the shell of Bei Yihuang.

Next, Bei Yihuang looked at Fang Yun in disbelief, because Fang Yun wrote poems step by step and sword by sword.

The powerful Confucian war poetry is like a crossbow.

The sword light flickered and continued.

Before, the thunder and lightning called by Bei Yihuang just defeated the golden light Ning'an City enhanced by righteous poetry on the first floor, and the next golden light Ning'an city was superimposed and enhanced at an incredible speed.

Wenying poetry into a square book, a pen, a sword and a peace.

As soon as the sword light came out, it broke the air.

At the moment, on baicoffin Island, the cold light is continuous and the abnormal sound is continuous.

Beiyi emperor completely became a living target, and frost sword Qi fell on him one after another, making him unavoidable.

He also tried to call lightning to attack Fang Yun continuously, but the general trend of Fang Yun has become. Jinguang Ning'an city has accumulated too many layers, and the divine thunder is weaker and weaker, so he can't do anything about Fang Yun at all.

Fang Yun walked forward step by step against the falling thunder and approached Bei Yihuang step by step.

The light of frost shines in the void.

"Why... How can there be such war poems? What's the use of forbidden magic wood..."

Beiyihuang was in a mess and began to attack indiscriminately. At the same time, he tried his best to resist.

However, the frost cold sword is too strong. With the blessing of Fang Yun's various literary hearts, as well as the power of Confucius' astrology, demon ancestor astrology and dragon Saint astrology, as well as the decaying power left by the magic Fang Yun, the power of each sword is close to that of the new emperor.

Fang Yun was no longer embarrassed. The light in his eyes and the frost sword Qi reflected each other.

Chanting the ancients and praising the sages is one of the largest categories of human poetry. Many poems form war poems because of chanting the sages. However, these war poems appear after the death of those sages. Occasionally, half saints are chanted to form war poems, which have never been handed down.

The half sage of the human race once predicted that once the living sages were chanted and formed war poems, which were handed down from generation to generation, the chanted sages would be favored by Wenqu stars, and there would be no restrictions on the use of this poem.

You don't need talent, you don't need the vitality of heaven and earth, you don't need to recite, you don't need to write, and you don't need to care about the shock of talent after continuous use... The only limit is the place where Wenqu stars shine.

This is the highest gift of Wenqu star.

If this is the case, the power of this poem is not enough to resist the thunder of Beiyi emperor.

The reason why there is the light and shadow of scholars in the golden light and tranquility, the weak sound of all living beings and the weak power of all living beings is because of the vision formed by the holy apricot society.

All sentient beings resonate.

This vision integrates all the poems in the holy apricot literature meeting, so that Fang Yun's power can be greatly improved when using this first battle poem.

Not only that, this vision also gives the poem a power of luck, and the holy literary heart can be waved at once.

From then on, all the great Confucians who used this poem can be written with a pen, and they don't need to spend time writing.

Fang Yun poetry step by step, the momentum continues to improve. After the accumulation of Jin Guang Ning'an to a certain extent, the sound of poetry chanting of the scholars inside is deafening, full of piety and solemnity, as if Fang Yun really became a semi saint, as if Fang Yun really became a god they worship.

Beiyi emperor had no power to fight back. When Shengwei was exhausted, all the shells were broken.

With a flash of cold light, the frost sword Qi divided the body of Bei Yihuang into two.

"My body will not spare you!"

When the emperor shouted, his body suddenly burst into a billowing wave and rushed in all directions.

The strong air wave fell outside the city of Jinguang Ning'an, which led to the dissipation of layers of Jinguang Ning'an, but there were still dozens of layers left in the end.

Fang Yun collected the pen, stood still, and then used all his strength to check the body and residual strength of Bei Yihuang to prevent him from resurrecting again.

After a long time, nothing happened.

Fang Yun knew that Bei Yihuang was finally dead.

"Hoo..."

Fang Yun took a long breath, slowly sat on the green clouds, and directly put away the tortoise armor to relax his body.

Fang Yun looked down at his body. His clothes had been burned out long ago, and his skin was blue and purple. This is an injury that can't be recovered even after eating so many raw fruits. It can be seen how serious it is.

Now Fang Yun just keeps the shape of his body unchanged, but he may collapse at any time.

After eating so many raw fruits and being attacked so strongly, the body can't bear it at all. It can only rely on medical books to keep the body running.

"First solve the forbidden magic wood."

It took Fang Yun two hours to destroy the forbidden tree and absorb the vitality of heaven and earth again.

Fang Yun looks at the medicine garden where the holy fruit grows. Now only by taking the holy fruit can his body recover. If he drags on for a long time, he is likely to fall into the root of the disease. Semi saints may not be able to help themselves, at least Yasheng.

"The next step is to find a way to take medicine."

Fang Yun sat on the green cloud and slowly flew to the center of the medicine park.

Along the way, Fang Yun looked at the 100 giant coffins with vigilance. The coffin covers had been closed. At present, there seems to be no danger.