Saint of the Confucian way

The Jiaoya ancient gun and the historian's star position have made Fang Yun tired and ready to use his star position power at any time. Unexpectedly, Qiu Chongshan has a third power!

Just behind Qiu Chongshan, there were suddenly 100000 more officers and soldiers!

It was led by a great scholar, followed by more than a dozen scholars, followed by a large number of Jinshi, Ju Ren, scholars and children, and many ordinary soldiers.

However, the faces of these people are a void, a dead black.

A sense of sadness spread all over the Buwen battlefield in an instant.

On the viewing platform, countless readers got up one after another.

"Fighting spirit! I didn't expect Qiu Chongshan to get the power of fighting spirit!"

"I see, I completely understand."

"No wonder he would kill the demon man with all his life. Although he didn't know what happened that year and how others died, 100000 sergeants placed their last hope on him and gave him great strength. He completed his mission, so he got their fighting spirit."

"Before the time comes, it is his greatest wish to use his last strength to kill the demon man, and then die with 100000 war souls."

"No wonder he didn't want to show his ultimate strength in front of outsiders. It turned out that it was the soul of his fellow robes."

"I heard that after he was rescued, he never smiled again. If anyone carried 100000 war souls, I'm afraid he couldn't show his smile."

"Qing Jun... Can be killed!"

Zhang Po Yue looked at Qing Jun, and his killing intention suddenly appeared. Before many scholars in Qing Guo saw it, it quickly dissipated.

Countless military generals in ten countries looked at Qing Jun, and their eyes were sharper than words and swords.

A moment later, there was a buzzing sound in the viewing platform, and scholars talked one after another.

So far, everyone has seen through Qingjun's intention and layout.

If Fang Yun can surpass seven people, then Fang Yun's strength will exceed everyone's expectations and may even continue to win, and this eighth person is very important.

Qu Hange naturally can't fight in advance, so Qiu Chongshan is the best person.

If Fang Yun and Qiu Chongshan only fight with the power of words and swords, Qiu Chongshan will win. If Fang Yun doesn't agree and forces Qiu Chongshan to use the soul of war, the matter will become extremely complicated!

These 100000 war souls, let alone make great achievements for the Terran, even if they don't make great achievements, they are the elite of the Terran!

Hundreds of thousands of meritorious heroes of the human race pour all their hope and strength into Qiu Chongshan. Qiu Chongshan has an extraordinary position. Attacking him is attacking the 100000 dead sergeant. Winning him is chilling all the human soldiers!

At the moment, Fang Yun is in a dilemma.

If you win, you will humiliate 100000 war souls.

If you fail, everything on this trip will come to naught and complete Qingjun and Zong's family.

With the soul of war and the heart of chaos!

Qingjun and Zong's family are so despicable that they use dead soldiers to win!

The ruddy color on Qingjun's face dissipated rapidly. Zong Wuyuan whispered a few words. Qingjun barely returned to normal, but his body was very stiff and looked at Wen battlefield without saying a word.

When Fang Yun saw the emergence of the war spirit, he was surprised and realized that even if he called out the star position of the king, he would lose, but then there was a flash of anger in Fang Yun's eyes.

The reason why 100000 war souls follow Qiu Chongshan is not to let him fight, but to let him kill demons and barbarians!

Qiu Chongshan is only a Jinshi and a soldier after all. It is impossible to disobey the orders of Qingjun and semi holy aristocratic family.

When Qiu Chongshan entered, Fang Yun felt that he didn't want to fight this literary war, but Fang Yun didn't know he had a fighting spirit before, otherwise he would never be forced to use it.

Fang Yun turned his head and looked to the side. There was heavy snow and overcast clouds. There was nothing else, but there was also the direction of Qingjun.

Fang Yun made no secret of his hatred for Qing Jun.

Then Fang Yun turned back and looked ahead.

Two Jiaoya ancient guns and two real dragon ancient swords fought together, winning or losing.

Guns and swords strike each other, forming waves of powerful power. The snow on the ground is blown away, and the Earth continues to sink and crack, forming an increasingly large pit.

Even the hard frozen soil can't withstand the aftereffects of four swords.

Fang Yun looked at Qiu Chongshan, looked at the 100000 military souls, and said in a dry voice, "if I had known that general Qiu was bearing the soul of war, I would have promised to fight with the sword even if I risked the failure of the civil war."

"You're right, Ben will be right, but I'm sorry for these old guys. They don't want to attack an empty saint." Qiu Chongshan's voice is extremely stable and expressionless.

"General Qiu, can you tell me about that year?" Fang Yun asked.

Two real dragon ancient swords and two Jiaoya ancient guns are still fighting, with a sonorous voice.

Qiu Chongshan's eyes moved slightly, his killing intention dissipated, he was silent for a few seconds, and slowly opened his mouth.

"On that day, we were surrounded by demon barbarians. When the army entered the deep mountain, it encountered heavy fog and mistakenly entered a valley. Bachelor Yang Rong saw through the secret of demon barbarians and led us to be attacked by demon barbarians with all his strength."

"We waited and fought and retreated. Later, we really couldn't resist it. Bachelor Yang Rong wrote down the secret and handed it to Wu Long Hanlin. Then he said, after I broke up, I went into the fog behind me."

"Three hours later, the demon man attacked again. Wu Long handed the secret letter to Huang shuilei and said that after we broke up, we entered the fog with the five Han Lin."

"The next day, the demon man came after him. Huang shuilei gave the secret letter to Jinshi Hu Chengen, and then took the rest of the imperial forest into the fog without saying a word."

"At noon that day, Jinshi Hu Chengen handed the secret letter to Jinshi Zhu Lei and led an army into the fog."

"An hour later, before dying, Jinshi Zhu Lei gave the secret letter to Jinshi Sun Ke."

"Two quarters of an hour later, Jinshi Sun Ke was killed. The bodyguard beside him handed me the secret letter and fell down."

"After I received the letter, I was ready to give it to the next person. Looking around, I found that only I was standing."

Qiu Chongshan's voice became hoarse. He held his right fist tightly, took a deep breath and said slowly, "I asked, who is still there? No one answered. After waiting for so many years, no one answered."

The cold wind swept by and could not disperse Fang Yun's anger.

Fang Yun once again turned his head and looked at the direction of Qingjun. His eyes were red and gnashing his teeth said, "one day, Ben Sheng will come to Qingguo palace and figure out their hatred! The hatred of 100000 people!"

Sound like a bell and drum.

Ten countries are quiet.

Qingguo sat silent. No one spoke, whether it was Qingjun or Zong Wuyuan, Xin Zhi or Qingguo's literary minister.

Qingjun looks pale.

Not long ago, there was a lot of scolding on the viewing platform.

"Qingjun child, not a son of man!"

"It's immoral to exercise power!"

"Dizzy monarch can only bring disaster to the country. Qingjun is simply bringing disaster to the whole human race!"

In the Wen battlefield, Fang Yun turned back and looked at the old Jinshi Qiu Chongshan.

Qiu Chongshan's eyes rekindled the sense of war and said, "up to now, the soul of war has awakened. I can't stop, and I can't lose. If there is any offense, I hope Fang Xusheng will forgive me." after that, Qiu Chongshan suddenly turned back and shouted.

"Fellow robes, will you help me?"

Qiu Chongshan's Jinshi robe did not move in the cold wind, but as soon as the voice fell, the strong wind suddenly blew, making his robe hunting sound.

No one answered, but everyone seemed to hear a roar across time and space.

"May!"

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