Saint of the Confucian way

The voice of Fang Yun's verbal battle with spring thunder was like a strong wind sweeping the earth. Tens of thousands of demon barbarians changed color for it, and then the demon barbarians were boiling.

"This Terran is too rampant! Kill him!"

"The next batch? What do you think of us as demons?"

"Kill him together!"

"Fool, can't you see that he is Fang Yun?" a holy son couldn't help scolding.

As soon as the word "Fang Yun" came out, the audience was silent.

Fang Yun is a genius in the Terran, but in the demon world, he is almost equivalent to a demon king!

A mere Jinshi will enter the list of great scholars!

A man has contributed a lot of handed down war poems for the Terran!

He is a poet!

Bet with the saints when raising people!

In less than a few months, the saints were forced to tear their faces. They would rather be eaten back by the forces of the two worlds than punished by the moon tree god!

Because the demon family takes the initiative to tear up the gambling agreement, the demon emperor will lose his life, and everyone in the demon world knows that the demon emperor has indeed obtained the talent of the ancient cicada family "golden cicada shelling", but there is only one chance, which means that Fang can't move a soldier to kill the demon emperor once, even the human semi saint can't do it!

Although the demon barbarians hate the Terrans, they both respect Kong Sheng. Now many demon barbarians have to admit that Fang Yun is a respectable Terran.

Especially among the relatively rational barbarian tribes, the same view has been circulating recently: Fang Yun is still glorious despite his death.

In some barbarians, Fang Yun has become a Terran demon king for adults to frighten children.

Fang Yun stops crying.

"No... can't it be him?" a timid mouse demon Shuai's voice trembled and was ready to run away.

"Of course it's Fang Yun! Kill him together! Don't let him run away!"

"He doesn't know what despicable means he used to kill Shiwang. My lion family is against him!"

"Don't move anyone, I'll be lucky for a while!" a holy Son tiger demon commander roared, and the whole body was burning with striped fog. This is the demon ghost of the tiger family.

All the demons shut up when they saw the tiger heir coming out.

The tiger heir is not gifted, but he keeps practicing step by step. Now his strength is equivalent to that of Xiong Han, second only to the dead lion.

"I don't care what means you use to kill Shiwu, but in the sky tree, I will win!" the tiger Si strode and ran, and the Striped fog around him turned into a strong wind, rotating around him, forming a powerful demon evil integrating attack and defense.

The demon evil was extremely powerful, leaving a deep gully on the road behind him.

In the process of the tiger heirs running to Fang Yun, many demons were surprised to find that the place where the five hundred wolf demons died was full of sky leaves, with thousands of pieces.

Fang Yun took a move and collected Tianye into Wen palace.

The Terrans coming here were also surprised.

Fang Yun did not explain and waited for the tiger heir to come.

The tiger heir roared: "Fang Yun, if you are a real Terran, fight with me one-on-one. Don't use these war poetry creatures!"

Some demons can't help laughing. It seems that the scene just now has a great impact on the tiger heir. A single demon is very good at hand to hand combat. Magic is just an aid, but in front of scholars like Fang Yun, it will be completely submerged by the crowd tactics.

"Well, I only use ordinary war poems and words." Fang Yun said.

"OK! I don't need magic!" the tiger's eyes lit up, full of war.

Fang Yun closed his eyes slightly and said, "I've got a new Tibetan Feng poem. Since brother Hu is so belligerent, I'll give it to you, or make you famous in history."

No one found that a faint helplessness flashed in Fang Yun's eyes.

Both the human race and the demon man are puzzled. Zang Feng's poems all know, but what is the relationship between Zang Feng's poems and the tiger's ancestry.

Kong Dexi in the Terran turned his eyes and seemed to think of something. He looked at Fang Yun happily.

Fang Yun squatted down and took his hand as a pen. Only then could he condense on his fingernails and act as a brush edge, and began to write on the huge leaves of the sky tree.

"You pillow your sword, and there is a sound in the warm night.

People say that the sword turns into a dragon, and they are afraid of wind and thunder... "

Fang Yun's calligraphy has entered the second realm. The wonderful pen produces flowers. Where the words appear, the flowers bloom. At the same time, the pen containing the first realm has a sound, which can be heard by all.

The Terran Jinshi nodded gently, as if he saw a hermit resting on a sword. At night, he heard the sword suddenly sound. He remembered that someone said that the sword can turn into a dragon, and even trigger a storm and thunder, which led to a big vision.

"Otherwise, the angry prisoners will think of reverie.

Take the wine and sprinkle the sword. The best treasure should sneak... "

The hermit turned to think that even if the sword could not cause a vision, he should be impassioned to go to war to kill the enemy because he hated the enemy demon barbarian. The hermit quickly got up and took the wine, spilled the wine on the ground to worship the sword, and thought that the real treasure should hide his tracks like the hermit and not make too much publicity.

"Don't those who don't know the king come from practice.

There is room for a box. Hu Weiming is unfair? "

When Fang Yun finished writing the last four sentences, the scholars of the human race suddenly realized.

"I see. Finally, the hermit said to the sword," how can no one in the world know that you are the most precious treasure? When it is properly practical, it will naturally let you kill the enemy. The sword box is much larger than the sword, and there is room. Why do you have to make an uneven sound of the sword? "This poem is Fang Yun's metaphor of himself as a hermit and his talent as a sword."

"Alas... It's worthy of Fang Zhenguo. Even facing the punishment of the moon tree god, even knowing that he is being suppressed now, he still has hope in his heart and still thinks he can kill the enemy like a sword. Some resentment in the poem should be."

"This poem... Has the grandeur of dragon and thunder, the tragedy of generosity for the country, and Fang Yun's resentment that he can't display his talent because he is about to die. His strong emotion is in front of him, and his power must be extraordinary!"

"Why do you complain about injustice? Because this world is unfair! Heaven and earth should complain about injustice for Fang Yun!" a Jinshi shouted angrily.

"Fang Yun has the talent to measure heaven, how can he stoop to the sword box! Who knows Fang Yun! Who knows!"

"You see, it's a handed down Tibetan Feng poem!"

"This Baoguang is a little big..."

When Fang Yun wrote a poem on the huge leaves of 20 Li, he saw a layer of treasure light covering the whole leaf of 20 Li.

The original Baoguang, the first Baoguang and the handed down Baoguang have three layers of Baoguang, which is like a huge curtain of heaven over the heads of people.

Everyone present and demon man were silly. Everyone had seen Baoguang in Zhan poetry, but such a big Baoguang was unprecedented.

Kong Dexi rolled his eyes and said, "we have written war poems on huge leaves, but we have never triggered Baoguang. Fang Yun is his hometown everywhere. Running to Tianshu to write a poem can also trigger such a big vision. Is he the real son of Tianshu?"

"The Terran finally has a poem of Tibetan Front War handed down! Before, there was no Tibetan front poem handed down. Only a few people can write it into Tibetan front and enhance their lips, guns and swords for themselves or others. Now it is different. The function of this poem is no less than sword calling poem!"

"Leave Tianshu tomorrow and go back to Shengyuan. We must learn this Tibetan Feng poem!"

Then, the huge war poem Baoguang condensed into a ball of light and flew into Fang Yun's eyebrows.

The power of the famous poet Lu You's "sword chant" enters the Wen palace with the light ball and is attached to the Wen Dan.

The tiger's original running speed was very fast, but he slowed down a mile away from Fang Yun.

The tiger heir, the Holy Son of the tiger family, lost his kingliness and said shamefully, "Fang Yun, let's discuss it. You don't have to talk about it. I only use half of my Qi and blood. How about we have a good duel and don't cheat?"

A bunch of Terrans laughed angrily at the Holy Son of the tiger family, and many demons laughed and laughed at the tiger heirs.

But Xiong Han and other demons look ugly. Fang Yun is almost invincible in the same position with the original Tibetan Feng poetry. Now Fang Yun integrates all his inner sadness and anger into this first battle poem. The effect of Tibetan Feng can be imagined.

Fang Yun's mind has coincided with this poem. He didn't hear the words of Hu Si at all. Instead, he looked at the treasure light in the sky and showed a faint sense of sadness and anger in his eyes.

I'm afraid I don't have a chance to play the sword.

"There is room for a box, Hu is complaining about injustice?" Fang Yun suddenly opened his mouth and said, the voice was louder than one word, especially the last three words of "complaining about injustice", which made Fang Yun's tongue thunder and earth shaking.

It seems that the whole world is asking the same question. There is still space in the sword box. Why do you complain about injustice!

The fourth treasure light appears on the huge leaves.

Poetic soul Baoguang!

"Sword chant" is more and more in the second realm!

When Fang Yun repeated the last sentence of the sword chant, the real dragon ancient sword flew out of the air.

When the poetic soul Baoguang was formed, there was a layer of wind and a layer of lightning on the real dragon ancient sword. As the poem said, the sword turned the real dragon into wind and lightning.

"No..." tiger Si only felt a great power of heaven and earth from the ancient sword of the real dragon. He was as small as an ant in front of an elephant. He had no power of resistance and could only shout instinctively.

"Poof..."

However, in the blink of an eye, the real dragon ancient sword pierced the tiger's forehead, flew out from behind, and completely stabbed him.

The wound was blackened and burned by wind and thunder.

"How could it be so strong..." tiger Si closed his eyes and died.

The power of ordinary Tibetan Feng poetry will dissipate immediately after the talent ancient sword hits the enemy once.

Many Jinshi and tens of thousands of demon barbarians looked at the real dragon ancient sword flying forward. They thought the wind and thunder above would dissipate, but the incredible thing happened and the power above did not weaken!

The demons were cold all over.

The strength of Tibetan Feng poetry lies in the power of the first attack, which is extremely terrible. Fang Yun's handed down Tibetan Feng poetry has raised the power of Tibetan Feng poetry to a higher level and made the terrible power exist all the time.

As Fang Yun walked towards the demon barbarian group, he opened his mouth and recited the Dragon Sword poem.

"Sword, Double Dragons, snowflakes shine on Hibiscus..."

Soon, a real dragon ancient sword that also entangled the dual power of wind and thunder appeared in front of Fang Yun and flew to the demon man together.

Double sword hidden front!

"Brothers of demons and barbarians, let's go together! Even if one person uses magic, he can drown him!"

"Kill! Attack first!"

But before the demon man attacked, Fang Yun flew out a Book of war in front of him.

The power of "hiding from the sky and crossing the sea" fell on the first real dragon ancient sword, and the demons suddenly lost their attack target.

When the power of "secretly crossing the Chencang" entered the second real dragon ancient sword, the second real dragon ancient sword suddenly disappeared and then appeared in the demon barbarian group.

The demon blew up.

"Run!" the mouse, deer, rabbit and other races turned and ran away.

However, less than 3000 escaped, and the remaining 8000 demons still stayed where they were.