The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1015 Continuous Perfect Scores

The distance of a hundred feet can be reached by two ancient swords in half a breath, but the time it takes to go back and forth is more than one breath, because the turning requires slowing down.

When turning around, most people's speed is lower than one cry, and some even drop to half a cry. Otherwise, they will not be able to turn around quickly and will have to fly very far. But luckily, when he turned around, his speed was still above three whistles, which was faster than the maximum speed of everyone present.

Only halfway through the competition, Academician Guo looked at the light curtain on the side of the school field, stretched out his hand a little, and behind Fang Yun's name and under the first field, there was an extra number, one hundred.

Ten round trips equaled two thousand feet. Just after five breaths, the True Dragon Ancient Sword completed the entire journey and returned to Fang Yun's Wen Dan.

Now many people have not completed even a third of their rhetoric.

A bachelor nodded and said: "Not to mention the previous selections for Jinshi and Three Valleys, even the previous selections for the Hanlin were not so fast. Peng Zuzhao was strong enough, but the speed of the naked sword was only just over four mings. It seems that Fang Xusheng's sword is not only The material is unique, so the Zhengjian poem and the Kaifeng poem are bound to be different.”

"Indeed, in terms of speed, not to mention that Peng Zhaozhao, the number one swordsman in the Imperial Academy, cannot be compared, not even ordinary bachelors. Only first-class bachelors can compare. However, his sword drawing and turning speed are obviously not as good as Peng Zhaozhao."

"It's normal. Peng Zouzhao has been practicing the tongue sword for more than ten years, and Fang Xusheng has mastered the tongue sword for less than a year. The skill of controlling the sword is naturally inferior. But it is only not as good as Peng Zouzhao and a few first-class Hanlins, and certainly better than ordinary Hanlins. The skill is superior, this alone is amazing. ”

"This is the scary thing about Fang Yun. He is also a Jinshi. Others have to practice for decades more to have a chance to compete with him. If they want to beat him, they must have a higher academic rank than him."

Not long after, the first game ended, and the lowest score was fifty-nine points, no less than fifty, which made the great scholars and bachelors present very satisfied.

The examiner, Grand Scholar Guo, nodded slightly and said: "No one is under fifty. Yes, there are talents from generation to generation, and new generations are better than old ones. The strength of our human race has indeed been improving. For Jinshi, verbal confrontation is the foundation. The speed of the sword is the foundation of the foundation, but the speed only needs to reach a certain level. What is really important is the skill of controlling the sword. In the second game, the competition is the skill of controlling the sword. "

Then, some small red balls suddenly appeared in the sky in front of the Jinshi. Among these red balls, there were soon mixed with small blue balls. Each small ball was as big as a baby's fist. .

University Scholar Guo said: "The assessment content of the second game is to use your words to pierce the red balls as quickly as possible, but not the blue balls. After the time is up, the more red balls you pierce. The fewer blue balls are punctured, the higher the score is. The score is the same as the previous game, and the score is 50 points. Ready to start!

After Grand Scholar Guo finished shouting, Fang Yun felt the world in front of him change. The space in front, back, left, and right suddenly widened. He and the Jinshi next to him were originally one foot apart, but now they were more than ten feet apart.

Fang Yun immediately released the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and saw that the small golden sword was like a golden lightning, starting to attack the red ball, stabbing, cutting, or cutting.

Instead of blindly stabbing one by one, Fang Yun first memorized the positions of all the balls, then found the red balls with more red balls on a line, and let the True Dragon Ancient Sword cut all the red balls on the line in one go. Then cut the other lines.

Ten breaths later, the number of small balls of the two colors suddenly increased, as densely packed as plums placed in a frame, and there were more and more blue balls, so Fang Yun had to slow down.

After another ten breaths, all the small balls moved irregularly in mid-air, either up or down, passing by, or colliding with each other. It was chaos. Whether it was hitting the red ball or avoiding the blue ball, it became a mess. It was very difficult, and Fang Yun's sword speed slowed down again.

After thirty breaths, all the little balls went crazy and began to fly around at a speed close to a ming, like a group of demons dancing, which was dizzying.

The scholars looked confused and hurriedly turned their heads away, while the academicians and Confucian scholars only stared at Fang Yun.

"It's really extraordinary."

Among the densely packed red and blue balls, the golden ancient dragon sword was like a long-eyed spiritual creature, constantly attacking the red balls and avoiding the blue balls.

After a hundred breaths, the two colored balls disappeared, and all Jinshi including Fang Yun felt tired.

Grand Scholar Guo nodded and said: "Okay, Fang Xu Sanctuary's broken red balls not only exceeded those of the strongest Jinshi in the past years, but he also didn't break any blue balls!"

Many Jinshi looked at the light curtain on the side of the school field, and everyone's scores appeared on it. Fang Yun's score in the first game was one hundred, and his score in the second game was still one hundred, ranking first.

"Three of them have scores below fifty, please come back."

A Jinshi cupped his hands and said: "Sir, verbal and sword fighting is only one of the methods of a Jinshi. I am not talented. A poem about raising people and fighting can enter the three realms. Its power is equivalent to that of a Hanlin war poem, but it may not be as good as a Jinshi who is better at talking and swordsmanship."

Academician Guo was not angry and said: "If you are not convinced, go back to the stairs and watch. If you still have objections after the literary competition is over, Guo will answer your questions."

"Students obey!" The Jinshi hurriedly backed away from the competition venue.

Then, thirty feet away from everyone, a wolf head appeared.

Academician Guo scanned the crowd and said: "The third game is easier. You attack the wolf head with words and swords. The faster you break it, the higher the score. This wolf head has three layers and needs to be broken three times. Start!"

More than two hundred tongue-swords flew towards the blue wolf head in front of them.

The wolf head was only one foot high. Fang Yun used the "combo" technique without hesitation. The True Dragon Ancient Sword instantly hit the wolf head's eyebrows. Just one breath later, the blue wolf head cracked.

The crisp snapping sound scared dozens of scholars nearby. They should not be distracted by the competition, but they still looked at Fang Yun and the wolf head instinctively.

The surface of the blue wolf head cracked, forming a black wolf head.

"What a terrible True Dragon Ancient Sword..." Every Jinshi felt nervous, because they all knew the strength of the blue wolf head. They could not leave any traces even if they tried their best. Fang Yun broke it in one breath. The gap was too big.

The blue wolf head did not move, but the black wolf head was different. It began to fly around at the speed of Yiming, which was much more difficult than before.

After three breaths, people smashed the blue wolf head one after another.

After seven breaths, Fang Yun smashed the black wolf head.

The surface of the black wolf head shattered, revealing the silver wolf head. This silver wolf head was even more special. It began to teleport in front of Fang Yun, and kept changing angles without any rules. Once it was hit, it would teleport to another place immediately. Fang Yun could no longer attack in the same place, and could only attack again and again.

This time, after thirty-six breaths, Fang Yun defeated it and looked at the ranking light screen.

The third game was also 100 points, ranking first.

Then, the fourth game began, attacking a wall with war poems, the faster it was broken, the higher the score.

Ordinary pens, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in front of everyone. Fang Yun sighed softly in his heart. All his strange objects were useless here. This game was about the realm of war poems. His strongest war poem of the third realm, "Wind and Rain Dream Battle", was very strong, but this war poem was strong in using the power of strange wind and weak water. Without strange wind and weak water, the actual lethality was very ordinary.

What's more...

Fang Yun looked at some old scholars. Some of them mastered the fourth realm war poems! .