Saint of the Confucian way

Zhao Keman has a tassel and Wu hook has frost and snow.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill one Saint step by step and leave no line for thousands of miles.

When things are over, brush your clothes and hide your skills and fame.

Idle over Xinling drink, take off the sword and cross your knees.

He will eat Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Ying with a cup.

Three cups of promise, the five mountains are light.

After the hot eyes and ears, the Qi element neon is born.

Handan was shocked to save Zhao's golden hammer.

The two heroes of the ages are famous in Daliang city.

Even if you die, you won't be ashamed of Britain in the world.

Who can write to you, only the Bible.

The great sage recites poetry in an instant.

But at this moment, even the ethnic groups who do not understand the human language fully understand this holy war poem that resonates with the holy way, and Fang Yun's voice seems to come from their ears.

"Imagine the heroes of the Terran. They are the most famous Xiake in the land of Yan and Zhao. They wear simple military tassels, bright swords like frost and snow, and ride a silver saddle white horse. They shine like meteors on the earth."

"At this moment, when we are among the saints, our luck is like the heroic Xia of Yan and Zhao. We wave a sword one step and kill a saint one by one. Thousands of miles are like idle courts. We can go everywhere and no one can stop. Killing the saints is like completing a trivial matter. We brush our clothes and go away without thinking of the so-called fame."

"In those days, xinlingjun put his sword in front of him and had a drink with the fierce assassin Zhu Hai and the counselor Hou Ying. After drinking three cups of wine, he promised that he would surpass the mountains of the five mountains. When the wine was drunk, his righteousness soared into the sky like Nie Zheng stabbing Han and Bai Hong penetrating the sun. He saved Zhao for xinlingjun. Hou Ying gave advice. Zhu Hai followed xinlingjun, waved a huge hammer, beat Jin Bi and got a talisman, Help xinlingjun defeat the Qin army and defuse the siege of Handan. Their reputation and achievements are enough to spread in Daliang city for thousands of years. "

"Heroes like Zhu Hai and Hou Ying, even if they die, still have a lingering fragrance of chivalrous bones, worthy of a hundred generations of wisdom. Only historical books like the classics of saints can carry their deeds. We surpass the chivalrous men of previous dynasties, regard the enemies and saints as nothing, and should kill thousands of saints with a long sword!"

The great sage's fighting skills are all present, the stars gather, the fierce beasts gather, the great power soars into the sky, and the fierce flame startles the world.

The void cracked like the end.

The saints saw that Fang Yun, blocked by so many great Jihad techniques, disappeared!

Even if the void cracks, it can't stop the Terran.

Fang Yun took a step.

Yu Guang of a tiger Saint suddenly saw a man behind the fox Saint around him, with white clothes like clouds and black hair like waterfalls. There was endless natural and unrestrained between his hands and feet, and there was infinite wind before his eyes and eyebrows.

The man seemed to appear out of thin air. He had no intention of killing. In his eyes, the mountains were empty.

Fang Yun's eyes reflected heaven and earth, and there was no one.

The tiger Saint shouted hurriedly, but before the saint thought was out, he saw that the fox Saint had realized that he quickly released his strength and was ready to escape.

The tiger Saint saw a very strange scene, which he couldn't understand.

Fang Yun holds the lengthened real dragon sword. Obviously, he hasn't met the fox saint, but the fox Saint suddenly closes his eyes, dissipates his soul and has no breath.

After that, Fang Yun stabbed a sword into the back of the fox saint's brain.

The fox Saint fell to the ground and died.

When the fox Saint fell to the ground, the tiger Saint suddenly felt wrong. Why did the fox Saint fall to the ground, his perspective changed, and how did he seem to fall with the fox saint?

At this time, the tiger Saint saw that Fang Yun seemed to turn his head slightly and look at himself.

Fang Yun's eyes reflected the body of a tiger saint.

"Isn't that me?" before he died, the tiger Saint finally understood that Fang Yun killed himself before killing the fox saint.

"There..."

A great saint points to the place where the bodies of the fox saint and the tiger saint are located.

Fang Yun stood in mid air, his white clothes were not stained with dust, and his frost sword was not stained with blood.

"Kill him!"

The saints attacked desperately in fear, and countless saints and great powers rushed to Fangyun like a bright meteor shower and a world-wide tsunami.

Fang Yun disappeared again and avoided all attacks.

The forces that could have broken the void and blocked all movement seemed to be nonexistent.

Form a boundary.

There was an uncontrollable fear on the faces of the saints. It turned out that the power of the holy ancestor was much stronger than expected.

At the moment when Fang Yun disappeared, the saints immediately moved, either horizontally or forward, never backward.

After the attack of a half saint of the Kunlun ethnic group, he rushed forward quickly, but he suddenly felt cold in the back of his head. Then he turned his head and found something very strange.

I was running, but why did my body lie in place and blood gush behind my head?

Why did Fang Yun, instead of looking at the body, look straight at himself who was running away?

The semi Saint slowly darkened before his eyes, and then saw Fang Yun wave his hand and take away his body.

"Why can I see this?" before he died, the semi Saint didn't understand why.

This is the second step.

The saints panicked and attacked Fang Yun again, and Fang Yun disappeared into the void again.

Invisible and colorless.

When the plague Saint saw Fang Yun disappear, he rushed forward immediately. With his own strength, even if Fang Yun was strong, he could not kill himself with a sword.

Suddenly, Fang Yun appeared in front.

When the plague Saint saw Fang Yun slowly raise his sword, he was overjoyed. He immediately prepared to move sideways to avoid and attack with the seventy-seven holy teeth. However, the plague saint was stunned.

Why is Fang Yun carrying 77 holy teeth?

Why is your body completely out of your control, with the center of your eyebrows pointing towards the tip of the sword?

Why?

The plague Saint suddenly found in his mind the process of death of those semi saints before, as if unprepared.

"Am I going to tell the saints about this discovery..."

Poof

The light in the plague saint's eyes slowly dissipated. Before it dissipated, he saw Fang Yun swing his left hand and collect his complete holy skeleton into the literary world.

At the same time, Fang Yun's voice came from his ear. It seemed that it took many thousands of years to arrive.

"Thank you for your cooperation. You brought so many demons to me."

Step 4, step 5, step 6

Step by step, sword by sword, sword by sword.

In a breath, the ten saints fell!

In the eyes of the saints in the distance, Fang Yun almost appeared in ten places one after another in a breath. With only one sword, he killed a semi saint or great saint cleanly. It seems that those people didn't realize they met the enemy before they died.

No defense, no resistance, no struggle.

Their death was extremely peaceful.

In this breath, the saints in the distance only felt that the world had lost its voice and color, and even the flow of time had become slow.

In their eyes, Fang Yun seems to be the center of all things and the origin of time.

Wan Jie is running around Fang Yun.

Saints, start to retreat, quickly retreat, keep retreating.

It includes three great saints of the imperial family, including two great saints of the first royal family, including all the great saints who did not start, as well as all the saints who just started.

They began to escape.

"Whoever escapes first will die first."

Fang Yun's soft voice echoed in everyone's ears, as if a kind old gentleman was instructing his disciples to study hard, that's all.

One throne after another fell.

Like cutting grass at night.