The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1007: The combination of imperial poems!

The dragon scales in front of Ao Wo emitted a vast and powerful force, forming a thousand-mile wave of light, like overturning the water of the North Sea, turning into a desperate attack, killing Fang Yun.

Lei Wu even used all his strength to stimulate the power of Jun Tianwen Observatory. The power of the sky and the power of the king turned into his power, and his ancient sword Junquan exuded the majestic imperial aura of the king of a country, dividing counties and Dingzhou Prefecture, as if he could cut anyone into pieces.

Two powerful forces killed Fang Yun, Peng Zouchao's ancient sword Zaihua went straight to Lei Wu's sword, and the real name of the ancient sword Zaihua, the first disaster "Xiaoshenzhe" appeared.

The death of an underage person is called Xiao, the death of less than twenty is called Xiao, and the death of an unmarried person is called Zhe. The three kinds of death power merged into one and instantly met the power of Jun Tianwen Observatory, but no matter how strong Peng Zouchao was, he was still a Hanlin, and no matter how weak Lei Wu was, he was still a university scholar. The power of Jun Tianwen Observatory defeated the real name of the ancient sword Zaihua in an instant, but its own power was also weakened by nearly half.

Afterwards, a strange scene appeared. The ancient sword disaster of the armless Hanlin Peng Zouzhao turned into three swords, and the speed increased dramatically. After sidestepping Lei Wu's ancient sword Junquan, he made 30 consecutive strikes, and each strike of the sword tip hit the side of the ancient sword Junquan.

A moment later, the ancient sword Junquan made a sad sound and was forced to retreat.

Hanlin's first sword Peng Zouzhao defeated the university scholar Lei Wu in the tongue sword duel with powerful skills and sword control ability.

Afterwards, Ao Huang and Zhang Poyue joined forces to barely block the attack of the Dragon King Ao Wo.

"With this dragon here, you can't move Fang Yun at all!" Ao Huang shouted.

Suddenly, a black torrent appeared in front, condensing into a giant axe that seemed to be able to split the sky and the sea. The axe light rushed into the sky, chopped Fang Yun directly, and instantly came to Fang Yun's head.

"The demons and barbarians attacked together! And it was guided by the ancestral gods!" Cai He shouted.

The combined attack technique played a great role in the Yaoman's victory over the ancient monster, and the combined attack technique led by the ancestral god clan was even more powerful, and could transform into the shapes of various divine objects.

But at the moment when the combined attack axe approached, the dark yellow dragon transformed by the emperor's war poem was fully formed.

This dragon is similar to the appearance of ordinary dragons, but the strange thing is that its eyes have no eyeballs at all, but a piece of void that keeps breaking and recovering, as if the world and everything cannot exist in its eyes.

The dragon looked up at the combined attack axe and saw that the axe exploded into countless fragments, turning into a sharp wind, blowing only a corner of Fang Yun's clothes.

Now, not only Ao Huang, but also the Dragon King Ao Wo and the two dragon lords recognized this dragon.

"Destroy the yellow dragon!" Ao Wo's voice trembled.

"Hmph!" A voice that seemed to come from the ancient times sounded, "This emperor's war poem is full of murder, but it lacks the imperial spirit and has mediocre literary talent. It is not worthy of becoming a soul!"

An invisible force descended, carrying the power of the holy way, announcing the will of heaven, like the power of heaven, like the order of the king, falling on the broken yellow dragon.

"Ah..." The little broken yellow dragon, which was only one foot long, screamed, and the scales on its body exploded, and dark yellow blood flowed out and fell on the city wall.

The West Sea Dragon Saint's words cut off the way for the little yellow dragon to transform into a dragon!

All the human races were stunned. The West Sea Dragon Saint actually did it himself!

Readers know that the West Sea Dragon Saint is right. This poem lacks the imperial spirit and it is difficult to directly rise to a giant dragon. The literary talent is mediocre so it cannot be passed down. Fang Yun obviously realized it in advance, so he borrowed the blood of the Aohuang real dragon to write it. But no matter what, the dignified West Sea Dragon Saint actually took action himself, using the position of Dragon Saint to suppress Fang Yun and block the dragon transformation. This is a bit too much. It is like a king of a country bullying a civilian.

Fang Yun frowned and looked at the white shadow in the distance, and said with thunderous tongue: "Dragon Saint Ao Min, failed to rob me of my things, and colluded with monsters and barbarians to kill the human race's virtual saint and the dragon clan's ally, and killed the dragon clan's soul for his own selfish desires. He deserves death! When I become a saint, I will avenge this!" "This saint is waiting for you!" The huge white shadow in the distance slowly turned back, as if he no longer cared about Fang Yun and Ning'an City. Dragon King Ao Wo laughed and said, "Your Majesty the Dragon Saint of the West Sea has done it himself. The life force of the Destruction Yellow Dragon has weakened, and the dragon blood has dried up. It will surely die. I want to see what you can use to destroy the demon barbarians, and what you can use to destroy me and Lei Wu."

Ao Huang cursed: "Ao Min, you old turtle demon, old bastard! The Destruction Yellow Dragon is a legendary dragon. My dragon clan has never appeared before. This time it finally appeared, but it was destroyed by you! Are you worthy of the dragon clan? Are you worthy of the Zulong? Zulong left the holy tooth to you, which is simply blind! You old thing, wait until I am canonized, and I will be the first to go to the West Sea Dragon Palace to compete with you for the Dragon Throne! If you dare to move your hand again, I will force my Dragon Saint grandfather to go to the West Sea Dragon Palace to settle accounts with you and seal your West Sea Dragon Palace for three thousand years!"

The Destruction Little Yellow Dragon was covered in blood, and howled at the West Sea Dragon Saint in the distance for a few times. The sound was like a baby, which made the people nearby feel very distressed.

If you can't turn into a dragon, you can't become a dragon soul. The dragon formed by the emperor's poem will slowly dissipate between heaven and earth, waiting for the next similar emperor's poem to condense. In the past, many emperor's poems formed dragon shadows, but they failed when they turned into dragons.

The monsters in the distance were ready to attack again.

Then a ancestral god clan elephant demon Hou laughed wildly and said, "The one who killed the virtual saint Fang Yun is the monster clan Xiang Tu!"

Fang Yun looked at the aggrieved and angry little yellow dragon, and then looked up at the front, with a strong killing intent in his eyes, as if there were swords and shadows.

"I said you can turn into a dragon, and you can turn into a dragon! The monsters can't stop it, the dragon king can't stop it, and the dragon saint can't stop it either! Since some people say that "Fu Ju" is too murderous and lacks literary talent, then add a poem with sufficient literary talent to help you turn into a dragon!" Fang Yun's voice was colder than the cold wind and more majestic than the mountains.

A holy page appeared, Fang Yun took out a drop of holy blood again, picked up the pen to write a poem.

Picking mulberry leaves, Double Ninth Festival.

People grow old easily, but the sky never does. Double Ninth Festival comes every year, and today is the Double Ninth Festival again. The yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant.

The autumn wind is strong once a year, not like spring, but better than spring, and the vast river and sky are covered with frost for thousands of miles.

As the poem took shape, a yellow dragon shadow swam in the holy page, and the little yellow dragon cried out in surprise, drilled into the holy page, and merged with the dragon shadow inside.

This poem is not a war poem, and it cannot be a war poem of the emperor, but the first sentence directly points to the limit of heaven and man, and a majestic breath suppresses all directions. The subsequent "the yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant" makes the intention of this poem change greatly, with the feelings of the poet and the heroism of the warrior, making the chrysanthemums between heaven and earth stained with a different kind of magnificence.

"The first half of this poem is completely free of murderous intent, but it was written on the battlefield. As the second half says, it is not like killing, but it is better than killing. It is like an endless battlefield carrying the Yellow Dragon of Destruction! No wonder this poem can be integrated with the Yellow Dragon of Destruction!" Zhang Poyue said in surprise.

"The autumn wind is strong, the frost is thousands of miles long, and the yellow flowers are particularly fragrant. There is no murderous intent or killing, but the imperial spirit implied in it is more than ten times better than "Fu Ju"!"

"Fang Yun's change of mind is the best in the ages!"

"Fu Ju" is full of killing, but it can only destroy one place, and "Chongyang" is full of heroic spirit, which can destroy all dynasties! The combination of poetry and lyrics is the real destruction of the Yellow Dragon!"

"The first combination of poetry and lyrics in the ages is born!" Ao Huang was extremely happy.

"If we only talk about the intention, momentum and heroism, this poem can be called the best poem of Chongyang!"

Cai He immediately held the official seal and looked at the poem.

"Sure enough, the talent is four feet and six inches, and the lyrics become the country!"

"Ah..."

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