Saint of the Confucian way

One hundred thousand fighting souls stepped forward together and saw that the leading university scholar turned into a dark light and threw himself into Qiu Chongshan's body. Then, everyone behind turned into a dark light and threw himself into Qiu Chongshan's body.

Qiu Chongshan's body soared a foot. His originally thin body expanded rapidly, and black air currents surrounded him. Finally, a black armor was formed on him, which was powerful and heroic.

Qiu Chongshan's face also recovered to the appearance of a young man. His eyebrows were like lying silkworms, his nose was like an eagle beak, and his eyes exuded a faint purple gas, like the commander of thousands of armies. One word destroyed the city.

At the top of the hill, thick clouds roll, like heaven's wrath; Around him, the strong wind cracked the ground and the fighting spirit was vigorous.

"Your life is on the top, and you will not dare not disobey it. Wake up the sin of your fellow robes. I am responsible for all the rest."

Qiu Chongshan's voice is very strange. Every word of his voice has thousands of repeated sounds. It seems that 100000 sergeants say it together.

Qiu Chongshan shook his right fist, and the snow within a hundred feet exploded. In the wind and snow, the dark red cloak behind him floated in the air.

There are two Qiu Chongshan in front of Fang Yun. The noumenon has changed greatly, but the astral body formed by Shi Dao's astral position has not changed much. However, the two Jiaoya ancient guns have changed again!

The surface of the blue Jiaoya ancient gun was suddenly coated with a thin layer of black light. Then, every time the two Jiaoya ancient guns attacked, the gun body would roar.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Fang Yun suddenly felt that his whole body was pressed by invisible power, and the power was getting stronger and stronger. At first, Wen Gong felt pressure, then Wen Dan felt pressure, and finally his whole body was like carrying a mountain peak.

The real dragon ancient sword originally fought with two Jiaoya ancient guns, but after the emergence of that black light, the real dragon ancient sword retreated in front of the killing intention of the ten thousand troops.

Whenever the killing sound sounded, Fang Yun felt that he was facing the 100000 people's army alone, and the strength of the 100000 people's army was united and unshakable.

Fang Yun had a trace of invincible despair, and reason told him that even using astrological power would inevitably fail.

The star position power of demon ancestor is very strong, but it is not suitable for now. The power of demonization is too scattered to stop the fighting spirit concentrated on Jiaoya ancient gun.

Until now, Fang Yun realized that if Qu hangge and Zong Jibing had no hidden power, they would not be as good as Qiu Chongshan, who now uses the soul of war.

Fang Yun had a headache, so he tentatively opened the medical books and disease classics. Knowing that the effect was minimal, he still released the plague snake in the disease classics.

The little green snake as green as jade hung upright in the air and was about to rush forward, but suddenly his body shrank into a ball, desperately spitting snake Xinzi at Qiu Chongshan, and dared not go to war.

"Go!" Fang Yun shouted in a low voice.

The plague snake looked at Fang Yun wrongly and shook his tail pitifully, but what he was waiting for was Fang Yun's stern eyes.

The plague snake was helpless and immediately turned into green light and rushed to Qiu Chongshan.

The plague force is very strong, but it can only target living creatures. The soul of war is not. The soul of war is an unprecedented powerful spiritual force.

"Get out!" Qiu Chongshan shouted, and saw a terrible strong wind appear out of thin air, tearing the plague snake apart and breaking it into a little green light.

When the disease classics move, all the green light returns to the disease classics and condenses into the plague snake again.

The plague snake vomited the snake's letter in shame and got into the disease Sutra powerlessly.

Fang Yun listened to Qiu Chongshan's drink and felt the power contained in it. He was suddenly stunned and didn't know what he was thinking.

Qiu Chongshan looked forward with a cold face and said, "if you don't do your best, my Jiaoya ancient gun will reach your forehead in a hundred breath!"

On the viewing platform, many scholars lamented that Qing Jun was too vicious. As long as he succeeded in preserving the land of Qing and obtaining the credit of literary suppression of virtual saints, no one could help him. For the monarch, guarding the land is a great achievement. Even if someone attacked him, he could blame cabinet officials. All he wanted was victory.

For the people of Qingguo, if they can keep Xiangzhou by using the power of the soul of war only once, it is a matter of great profits.

Fang Yun tried his best to control the two real dragon ancient swords, but the two Jiaoya ancient guns stood like a mountain, calm and solid, without any flaws.

Fang Yun sighed and said: "You can't lose, and I can't afford to lose. 100000 sergeants put their hopes on you. You fulfilled their last wishes and made great contributions to our people. However, behind me, there are thousands of people in Xiangzhou. You can't stop the injustice they have suffered over the years! Behind me, there are hundreds of millions of people in Jingguo. Their heart of restoring the land can't be stopped, you fighting spirit!"

Qiu Chongshan was stunned. Jiao Ya's ancient gun had a short stagnation. However, Fang Yun didn't seem to see it and didn't take the opportunity to fight back.

Fang Yun looked at Qiu Chongshan, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He looked like jade and water, full of peace and comfort. He whispered: "before the death of 100000 martyrs, they must be very unwilling, because they didn't see the results and didn't know whether their sacrifice was worth it."

Qiu Chongshan's body suddenly shook and his face was in a trance.

Fang Yun continued: "however, you have completed your mission and handed over the secret letter to the holy courtyard! Presumably, they are at ease now. Listen, the sound of 'killing' is your recognition. They think you have done it, so even if the gun point is empty, they are willing to help with their soul."

Qiu Chongshan's body trembled slightly, and a layer of water light appeared in the tiger's eyes.

Fang Yun's eyes were neither fierce nor warlike. Instead, he was full of warmth, just like looking at his relatives and slowly said: "You are old, so you don't have to blame yourself, and you don't have to shoulder the heavy task of fighting against demons and barbarians. 100000 martyrs exchange their lives for a secret, not to let you continue to fight hard, but to use this secret to strengthen the Terran. Their sacrifice is passed on by you and taken over by us. It's our shame to let all heroes intervene in the Terran civil war."

Qiu Chongshan's right hand shook gently, Jiaoya ancient gun stopped attacking, and the real dragon ancient sword hovered in the air.

Fang Yun straightened up and raised his head: "heroes, please rest in peace; general Qiu, rest. Those heavy burdens are on our Yun's shoulders."

As soon as Fang Yun's voice fell, a strange and magnificent voice sounded. Then he saw countless holy white lights behind him, spreading to the sky from behind him, and even overflowing the Wen battlefield, appearing over the upper observation platform, forming a fan-shaped white light slope.

Then, white light changes, forming one white light person after another.

These people are different in shape and appearance, including students, peasant women, farmers, businessmen, officials, civilians and celebrities. But at this moment, they are all standing behind Fang Yun.

Subsequently, Fang Yun's whole body radiated a faint white holy light, which was heroic and pressing, such as the saint patrolling the sky.

The people's will, good luck.

Suddenly, countless black lights flew out of Qiu Chongshan, retreated back behind Qiu Chongshan and returned to 100000 war souls.

Facing Fang Yun, the 100000 war spirits bowed deeply, and then dissipated slowly from bottom to top like smoke and dust.

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