Wuxia: Will the night master, the third Confucian saint is exposed

Chapter 0056: Willing to Write Articles in the World to Protect My Terran Territory!!!!!!

Just when everyone in Kyushu was wondering what a group of scholars were using to kill demons, in front of Fang Yun, in the endless wilderness edge, there was suddenly a sound that seemed to come from the ancient flood waste.

It seems to be some kind of ancient Austrian language from the depths of darkness.

After the voice entered his ears, Fang Yun’s face suddenly became serious.

“The enemy has arrived!”

“Expedition! Recite the poem! ”

With an order, the children of the clan who were originally trembling behind Fang Yun because of fear, gradually stabilized their minds at this time, and began to recite ancient poems in their mouths.

Hekhmin. Wang Ming Qingshi, the great ancestor of Nanzhong, the father of the master emperor. Rectify my six divisions to repair me.

Respect and war, benefit the south.

Wang was called the Yin clan, and ordered Cheng Boxiu’s father, left and right Chen Xing. Guard our division and brigade, lead Pihuaipu, and save this Xutu.

Don’t leave nowhere to go, three things are ready.

Hehe Yeye, there is Yan Tianzi. Wang Shu Baozuo, bandit Shao bandit tour. Xu Fang was shocked by Xu Fang.

Like thunder, Xu Fang was shocked.

These ancient poems fell into the ears of everyone in Kyushu, and they were quickly reacted to.

This is the poem “Changwu”!

With the recitation of the Zhuang Xing poem, the literati who could even be said to be timid at this time seemed to have changed their gentians one by one!

The momentum was like thunder heading straight to the nine heavens in an instant, almost shaking the heavens and the earth!

No one would have thought that a group of readers who usually only danced and inked to hurt spring and autumn, and had no chicken power in their hands, at this time, a bloody nature burst out above their bodies, even above the battle-hardened soldiers!

Fight with the will to conquer and kill!

It was as if what was holding in their hands at this time was not a fragile scroll, but a long knife thirsty for blood.

“Is this a poem?”

Although I don’t understand why just one poem can temper these weak readers to the point of being battle-hardened.

But Xu Xiao’s eyes were still fixed, and he muttered with interest 260.

If these things can be used on the elite of Western Liang, the effect will surely not be weaker than those literati!

But just as he was thinking, Su Yan, who had been silent beside him for a long time, suddenly spoke leisurely.

“Impossible. You still don’t want to think about these things for the time being. ”

“The so-called Zhuangxing poetry will only have an effect on the readers on the Saint Yuan Continent.”

“After all, the Saint Yuan Continent is different from Kyushu, and if people in Kyushu want to reach a higher realm, they can improve their realm by practicing martial arts or cultivating Taoist Confucianism.”

“On the Saint Yuan Continent, a hundred schools of Confucianism have already been abolished, so in order to reach a higher realm, only by starting from the Confucian Dao, a complete system has been formed for thousands of years. Kill enemies with articles, and suppress demons with poetry! ”

Su Yan said lightly.

Listening to the words, Xu Xiao was a little stunned.

Although he is a martial artist, after all, as the King of Northern Liang, he will naturally not be a fool.

These words, which were somewhat contrary to the common sense of Kyushu, came out of Su Yan’s mouth, but they seemed extremely natural.

It seemed that these things were already proficient for Su Yan.

Even……

Xu Xiao had a bold conjecture.

He always felt as if Su Yan had once survived on the Saint Yuan Continent, so that he had already understood every grass and tree, every technique and method there.

But no matter how he looked at Su Yan’s expression, he couldn’t observe any clues from it.

And right now.

The boundary of the endless wasteland in the picture, as the sound that seemed to come from the flood desert gradually expanded, almost straight to the sky, and a faint black shadow suddenly appeared in the distance

Densely packed like the tide of the Han Sea.

Demon race!

At the moment when the demon race appeared in this world, the essence light in Fang Yuan’s pupils suddenly condensed.

And the scholar behind him, who had already finished reciting the Zhuang Xing poem, a dragon spirit and tiger fierce like a battle-hardened battle ten, waved the scroll in his hand, and went straight to the demon clan!

Endless beacons and flames intertwined with the blood whistling like the tide of the sea, boiling like smoke.

I saw Fang Yun still standing in place, slowly shaking open the scroll in his hand, taking out the pen and ink, and engraving a large ink on the scroll like a blade!

“Punishment Day”!

His deep amber-like pupils reflected the countless demon races and scholars who were caught in the killing in front of him.

It seems to be full of blood, but it is as cold as frost.

said slowly.

“The saint casts pen and ink, sharp and shook the green front.”

“There are 70 million words in the world, and the author protects the life of the article!”

“Student Fang is not talented, today, I am willing to write articles in the world to protect the territory of my Terran race!”

The pen and ink fell heartily, outlining the iron painting silver hook!

The words written on the paper seemed to come to life at this time, gradually turning into countless streams of light falling on the wasteland, surrounding it.

It seems that a tall wall has been constructed! Field!

The beacon fire between heaven and earth, which was as hot as the blazing sun, suddenly swayed up at this time, shining like a giant pillar of the sky!

The brilliance under the feet of countless scholars boiled.

The battle intent suddenly rose at this time!

I saw that these scholars actually used the pen and ink in their hands as swords, and used the power of Confucianism to suppress the demons in the world!

Off screen.

The tragic scene on the wasteland suddenly shocked countless people in Kyushu, just poetry that existed as words, had such power?

At the head of Martial Emperor City, Wang Xianzhi, who had always been as plain as an idle cloud and wild crane, but his eyes were involuntarily round, and he unconsciously pinched the wine jug in his hand.

Countless mellow spirits suddenly spilled into the East China Sea.

The second in the world seemed to lose his voice, and his mouth was open and he could almost stuff two eggs.

After a long while, he said with some difficulty.

“Can poetry and articles also have such earth-shaking power?”

Just like Li Chungang back then, Wang Xianzhi at this time saw this scene

Suddenly, he felt something in his chest that he wanted to believe in, something that had been pushing him to the peak of his martial arts.

There was a quiet glass breaking-like sound.

And in the upper Yin School Palace.

Qi Yanglong was even more surprised.

As the first Confucian person above Kyushu, Qi Yanglong never thought that these so-called article classics could be so useful!

He has always believed that Confucian articles are only for the people of the world to expound the world’s great road and comprehend the truth of the world.

It’s just a sustenance of thought.

But he didn’t expect that in a different world from Kyushu, these so-called carriers that could only be used to spread ideas had become the blades that defended the last barrier of the Terrans!

He muttered.

“It seems that we are shallow after all.”

“These works that we study day and night actually have the effect of killing evil spirits and destroying evil spirits!”

At this time, the picture is in the picture.

As Fang Yun gradually completed the writing of “Yong Punishment Tian”, the beacon giant pillar that was enough to support the sky curtain seemed to suddenly turn into a magnificent giant.

The giant had no head, with his breasts as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, and his body burning with a giant axe.

Look down on all things under the sky!

This giant has a name that has been passed down by all living beings in the world for endless years. – Punishment day!

The Punishment Heavenly Dance is dry, and the fierce will is always there.

Its majesty is like that!

I saw Punishment Tian wielding the giant axe in his hand, and in an instant, the countless demon races surrounding the wasteland were slaughtered!

The blood basin on his stomach let out an earth-shaking roar!

Although all the demon races that appeared before turned into sticky flesh and blood under the Heavenly Giant Axe.

But the roar of the punishment sky never stopped, and it seemed that he was always afraid of something, and suddenly the heavens and the earth suddenly shifted, as if they were turned upside down!

This was followed by a long dragon chant!

A huge head appeared out of nowhere, slammed it fiercely, and smashed the punishment sky into scattered fragments of light and shadow in all directions!

The scattered debris also reflected the appearance of something that suddenly appeared.

It was a turtle as tall as a mountain!

In addition to his size, he also has a considerable gap with the appearance of ordinary turtles

The tortoise shell on the back is not smooth, but it seems to be a small hill, and faintly, you can see fine scales all over it.

Demon Race – Demon Turtle!

The appearance of the demon turtle made Fang Yun’s face couldn’t help but pause slightly, as if it had exceeded his expectations.

And the “Yong Punishment Heaven” in Fang Yun’s hand seemed to have completely exhausted himself, as if it had been burned by fire, turning into flying ash all over the ground.

“Go!”

Putting aside the ashes on his hands, Fang Yun almost roared hoarsely! But it was too late.

The countless scholars who had already pounced on the front line position could not react at all the moment the demon turtle appeared, and the next second they were knocked into powder by the huge body like that mountain!

The remaining scholars resisted hard, but they were still only wiped out in one face.

There was already a team of only a hundred and ten people, and in just a few breaths, there were only a few people left.

In the already desolate wilderness, countless corpses and souls were added to the disciples, and the thick smell of blood wafted away like smoke.

Looking at the scholar who had suffered heavy casualties in front of him, a blood-like red color quietly appeared in Fang Yun’s eyes, mixed with the light reflected by the flames, and he looked particularly hideous.

“Step back behind me.”

But compared to before, Fang Yun’s tone seemed to suddenly calm down

Just said lightly, then walked in front of everyone and took out the waist one

Scrolls inlaid with gilt.

“Invade my territory and slaughter my people.”

“If we don’t suppress you here today, we won’t bear the name of the Terran in this life!”

He said in a low voice, although his tone was dull, it faintly flashed a touch of the previous slaughter of the golden iron horse.

Unfolding the scroll, Fang Yun suddenly waved the pen in his hand.

Only this time the tip of the pen was not stained with ink, but instead bit the tip of the tongue, and a mouthful of heart essence blood sprayed on the trumpet.

Then it was stormy on the scroll.

Lin Dark Grass frightened the wind and led Kaguya to the bow.

Ping Ming looked for white feathers, not in the stone edge.

The pen falls, the poem is completed.

Fang Yun looked at the majestic demon turtle in front of him.

“Do you really deceive me that there is no one in the Terrans?!”