Saint of the Confucian way

There are treasures of all ethnic groups in Jingsheng aristocratic family. Although it is not as good as some aristocratic families with profound heritage, it is still better than some new aristocratic families.

However, the water curtain cracked at the same time as the frost sword light.

Jing Chengxi was stunned and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

Frosty sword light is indeed strong, but it still stays at the level of great Confucianism and war poetry.

There can never be any great Confucian war poetry that can defeat a treasure at one stroke.

"What Demon power do you have?" Jing Chengxi was a little flustered when he thought of the strange power that had entered his body before. If the Demon power was so powerful that even the treasure could be defeated, his protective war poetry could not last long.

What's more, it's within the five mountains world, which is good at defense. Such forces can't stop the frost and cold sword light. How strong is Fang Yun?

Wenzong is different from Wenhao.

Wenzong is actually an all-round promotion of the great Confucianism in the four realms. However, it has not formed a particularly powerful new force. It can be invincible in the face of enemies with low realms. However, it has no advantage in the face of Fang Yun, a monster that is clearly the four realms but whose various forces surpass Wenzong.

"You have talent, eight Dou Wenxin!"

Jing Chengxi released a great Confucian literary treasure while using a protective war poem. His body was shrouded in the sea, forming an extremely strong protective force of great Confucianism.

Fang Yun didn't answer. He waved his pen again, and the frost and sword light came again, shining in the world.

Hiss

The power of many defensive war poems surrounding Jing Chengxi was all broken and finally fell on the protective cover formed by a strange treasure.

This time, the protection formed by the treasure was just like water waves, not immediately broken.

However, Jing Chengxi didn't feel lucky. Instead, he was hairy all over.

For scholars at the same level, defensive war poetry can generally block the war poetry of killing and cutting, unless some scholars practice war poetry of three or even four borders, because each defensive war poetry requires more strength of heaven and earth than the war poetry of killing and cutting, and the war poetry of killing and cutting will continue to dissipate its power and become weaker and weaker in the process of being released.

However, this exception was broken by Fang Yun. Wenzong's defensive war poems can at least defend against four or five attacks by great Confucianism in the four territories. But now, so many defensive war poems overlap and are broken by Fang Yun's poem.

"You... You have the real holy power!"

Jing Chengxi stared, and finally understood why his protection was so vulnerable, and why Fang Yun was not afraid of the joint efforts of the five wenzongs from beginning to end.

Jing Chengliang shouted not far away, "it's impossible. You're wrong! Some strange forces in his attack dissipated after entering my body. They should be dissipated by my own strength."

Jing Chengxi's complexion changed dramatically. While continuing to write protection war poems with treasures and masterstroke, he shouted: "Cheng Liang, find a way to find the external force in your body immediately. Hurry up, or it's too late to repent! I found that kind of force strange from the beginning, so I tried my best to drive away from my body. You can't be careless!"

"Third brother, you are scared. He is the leader of politics and Taoism, so he has some holy power, but the holy power is like a power wrapped in the outer layer, which can only be destroyed from the outside and can't enter the body. Eh? How can I be less talented? How can I collapse in the middle of my great Confucian war poetry..."

Jing Chengliang hurriedly used a strange treasure to block Fang Yun's two real dragon ancient swords, and was stunned for a moment.

Jingchengxi turned his head and looked at his brother. His face changed dramatically.

Jing Chengliang Tang Wenzong, now the breath suddenly fell to the top of the University, and it continues to decline.

Jing Chengxi only felt his scalp numb and couldn't understand this strange power.

The great Confucianism of the five realms fell five or six realms silently, which is unheard of.

"Fang Xusheng, if you have something to say, we can admit defeat, but you can't use magic..." Jing Chengxi was creepy. He suspected that Fang Yun was not a human race at all, but a murderous thing, even in ancient times.

Before leaving, Jing Liren has repeatedly explained that if Fang Yun fails to be arrested, he will leave decisively. If there is a big man behind Fang Yun, he should admit his mistake and surrender immediately. Jing Chengxi also promised before, so he was softened immediately.

Fang Yun was almost amused by Jing Chengxi and had no choice but to explain: "you don't talk a lot there. I'm the power of withering and decaying. The power of the holy way obtained from the tree boundary of the buried holy valley was not so strong, but it is close to the nature of the complete power of the holy way only when I get the guidance of a foreign semi saint and combine it with my own holy power. Therefore, when I meet it, I break it and when I meet it, I decay."

In fact, Fang Yun has been training with these five wenzongs. After all, after gaining new decadent power and political power, he has never really fought against a powerful enemy.

Fang Yun never used the power of inkstone turtle and ink woman, and even the power of fog butterfly.

Fang Yun thought that his new decaying power could hide from all wenzongs, but except Jing Chengliang, the other wenzongs were extremely vigilant. After being invaded by the decaying power for the first time, they would spare no effort to disperse the power and pay a great price. Then they carefully avoided contact with the decaying power.

This is the wisdom of the Terran Confucian. If the demon king meets this situation, he will only solve it by relying on the combat instinct, and the combat instinct under the semi saint can't find the potential of the dead power at all.

However, among the five wenzongs, there is still a Jing Chengliang who despises the enemy or is forced to think hard by Fang Yun's real dragon and ancient sword.

Fang Yun's two real dragon ancient swords stopped attacking.

The breath of Jing Chengliang is still decaying rapidly, and even the Hengshan Mountain under his feet is shrinking slowly.

He is no longer a great Confucian. The world of the five mountains can't continue.

Jing Chengliang went straight into Wen palace regardless of being on the battlefield.

He was shocked to find that there were dense gray vines growing inside and outside his Wen palace. On the surface of these vines, dense mosquito mouth like spikes pierced into the walls of Wen palace to absorb the power of Wen palace.

Jing Chengliang found the culprit who reduced his literary position, made a crazy roar, then shook his courage, inspired his talent, and used various means to attack the gray vines.

But all failed.

The gray vine is still firmly rooted in his literary palace.

Suddenly, Jing Chengliang felt a slight pain in his heart, and his mind looked at it quickly. At this time, his soul was flying away.

Dense gray vines grew inside and outside his heart, and vines began to grow in blood vessels along the flow of blood. After a few decades of breathing, his whole body would be covered with gray vines.

The Hengshan Mountain at the foot of jingchengliang suddenly dissipated.

The five mountains disappeared.

In addition to Jing Chengliang, the other four great Confucianism emerged all over the world.

Jing Chengliang's literary position fell from a bachelor to Hanlin.

The clouds under his feet disappeared.

He was stunned for a moment and his body fell suddenly.

But he was a Wenzong after all. He didn't panic when he fell from a high altitude. Instead, he used flying poetry with the help of the power of the divine pen. However, the divine pen stopped after writing a few times.

Hanlin has no handed down flying poems, which can only be used by a bachelor.

"Help..." Jing Chengliang finally lost his composure and shouted at the top of his voice.

Jing Chengxi had no choice but to write a poem about flying war. He turned into a crane flying down and holding Jing Chengliang.

The smell of jingchengliang is still falling.

Jing Chengxi threw away his brush and said, "please let Fang Xusheng go and let him restore the strength of Wenzong. I admit defeat."

The other three defended while retreating, and no longer fought with all their strength.

Fang Yun stood in mid air, doing nothing and saying nothing, just like an indifferent audience.

The crane came holding Jingcheng beam and finally flew to Jingcheng's side.

"Third brother..." Jing Chengliang said bitterly, closed his eyes and cut off his gas.

Then the crowd saw a terrible scene.

Jing Chengliang's body contracted rapidly like dehydration and turned into a corpse. Then, gray vines emerged from his body surface.

Where there is withering, there is glory.

If there is corruption, there is life.

The vines intertwined with each other, and finally produced a flower at the top. The flowers bloomed and withered, and produced a yellow fruit. Soon, the fruit disappeared out of thin air.

"100% interest has passed."