The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1538 Snow-Slashing Sword Poem

"Then wait a moment. I will kill you after I finish dealing with this scholar!" Hu Ding said, striding towards Fang Yun.

He took a step forward and crossed more than ten feet.

Hu Ding quickly approached Fang Yun. The blood and qi fist in his right hand was like black magma, distorting the air around him, as if it had the power to destroy one side.

Fang Yun lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something. Then, another great scholar's literary treasure pen emerged from the air, controlled by the power of the divine pen, dipped in the ink of the inkstone turtle, and hung in the air.

"Thank you, King Hu Ding, for helping me fulfill my wish to travel to the north." Fang Yun said, writing with the pen in his hand, writing with the divine pen, and at the same time, speaking fluently.

With the divine pen and multitasking, Fang Yun wrote three poems at the same time, only writing the same war poem.

In May, the snow on Tianshan Mountain, there are no flowers but only cold.

I heard the willows being cut in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

Fighting at dawn with the sound of gongs and drums, sleeping at night with the saddle in hand.

I wish to draw the sword from my waist and kill Loulan!

Fang Yun's voice of reciting poems echoed in the sky, and the university scholar spoke the words of heaven. The image of the whole poem seemed to appear in front of everyone. Even in May, there was no spring and flowers in Tianshan, only cold ice and snow. Only when the flute played the song "Breaking Willows" did we know that it was spring.

The warriors in Tianshan fought with the barbarians, fighting in the sound of gongs and drums during the day, sleeping with the saddle in hand at night, ready to fight at any time. Seeing this scene, the poet was excited and willing to take out the weapon in his hand and kill the ancient city of Loulan occupied by the barbarians with one sword!

When the poem was finished, the original treasure light and the first treasure light suddenly appeared, and the poem page burned and turned into a snow-colored jade-handled sword, with the tip of the sword pointing downward, suspended in the air, emitting a cold light.

The stroke of genius and the eloquence also formed a sword.

Three ice and snow long swords floated in front of Fang Yun.

Everyone saw that the ground centered on Fang Yun actually began to freeze, and the cold air spread in all directions, freezing the ground and making crackling sounds.

Many scholars were convinced. They didn't expect that Fang Yun, who had just become a university scholar, could write a university scholar war poem.

Hu Ding laughed and said, "It's just three swords, which are good-looking but useless. I am here to see how you cut!"

Fang Yun looked at Hu Ding calmly, gently stretched out his hand to hold the first snow-cutting sword. At the same time, a soldier in the Wanmin Wentai suddenly jumped out and pounced on Fang Yun, turning into a transparent light man, just wrapping Fang Yun inside.

Fang Yun and the soldier light man held the snow-cutting sword at the same time.

No one heard the sound, but everyone's heart sounded a cry that seemed to tear the soul apart. There was anger, confusion, hesitation, and even timidity in this cry, but the cry formed by these emotions fused together was unyielding courage!

Fang Yun and the soldier Guangren placed the Snow-Slashing Sword on the left side of their bodies, letting the sword hang at their waists, with the tip of the sword deep into the ground.

Fang Yun took a step forward with his right foot, swung the sword upward, and heard a hissing sound. The sword blade cut the ground, leaving a thin sword mark with a streak of sparks.

The two sides were one mile apart. Normally, the war poem of a normal university scholar could definitely attack at that distance, but Fang Yun was only holding a three-foot-long sword, and it didn't seem like he could hurt people one mile away. All the scholars held their breath, not wanting to see useless attacks.

Hu Ding's face showed contempt. At such a long distance, this person still swung the sword upward, and it was impossible to hurt the dignified Silver Tent Barbarian King.

But the next moment, Hu Ding's face suddenly changed drastically.

The sword, which was only three feet long, did not show the tip of the sword when it was swung from the back to the front.

Everyone saw that the ground between Fang Yun and Hu Ding instantly cracked into a very long crack.

Then, a huge and incomparable giant snow-cutting sword revealed its true form, rising from the soil, and at the same time, it brought up dust and splashed to both sides.

The snow-cutting sword has grown bigger!

Hu Ding suddenly bent down and punched the crack under his feet, because the huge snow-cutting sword blade was rising rapidly from the crack.

Boom!

Everyone saw that under the shining of Wenqu Star, a giant snow-cutting sword that was more than a mile long was held by Fang Yun, crystal clear, like ice and jade, hitting Hu Ding's right fist, and then knocking Hu Ding into the sky.

The moment the long sword was raised to the sky, the sword body exploded, turning into heavy snow falling down, and the strong coldness spread within ten miles.

Hu Ding, who was in the air, vomited blood, and the powerful blood and qi fist in his right hand had been cut and dissipated, and his right fist was numb, but in just a moment, new blood and qi wrapped his right hand to form a blood and qi armor, and the demonic flames surged out and attached to the outside of the blood and qi armor.

The barbarians in the distance breathed a sigh of relief. Hu Ding was the Silver Tent Barbarian King after all, one realm higher than Fang Yun. The Qi and Blood Fist formed by his full strength was very strong and could definitely block any war poem of the Grand Secretary.

The human scholars stared with wide eyes, especially the people of the Lumen Army such as Lumen Hou and Wei Changxian. They didn't expect that Fang Yun could break Hu Ding's full-strength attack with just a war poem. That Qi and Blood Fist was definitely second only to the strongest Saint Image attack of the Barbarian King.

Hu Ding also breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw from the corner of his eye that the soldier's light man wrapped around Fang Yun disappeared, and another knight jumped down from the Wanmin Wentai and turned into a light man to cover Fang Yun.

Anyone who saw the knight's light man, no matter where they were, felt a sense of crisis of death in their hearts. They only felt that when the knight was angry, even if he faced the Lord of Ten Thousand Worlds, he would have the heart to splatter blood five steps away, and the determination to kill the enemy. He was not afraid of life and death, but only did his duty.

Fang Yun and the knight still held the sword at the same time and placed it on the left side of their bodies, but this time they did not thrust forward, but swung the sword upwards. When the tip of the sword pointed directly upward, the sword was raised like a mountain, and then fiercely slashed at the Tiger Cauldron a mile away.

This time the sword did not go deep into the ground. Everyone saw that in the process of slashing in the air, the Snow-Slashing Sword instantly expanded hundreds of times, as if it was made of crystal, with a bright light, slashing at the Tiger Cauldron that had just been knocked flying and was falling.

The other five barbarian kings did not fight with Fang Yun, but when they saw the Snow-Slashing Sword slashing down, they all subconsciously retreated.

The Tiger Cauldron facing Fang Yun had an instinct in his heart that he would die if hit by this sword, so he roared, and the shadow of the Tiger Barbarian Saint appeared behind him.

The attack of the Saint!

"Ah..."

The Tiger Cauldron roared and raised his right fist high, and saw the shadow of the Barbarian Saint behind him also raised his right fist, and the two of them hit the Snow-Slashing Sword together.

The giant snow-cutting sword flashed like lightning and hit Hu Ding's right fist.

Boom!

The air exploded, and endless light erupted, like a star turning into rain, brilliant and gorgeous.

Everyone heard a scream, and saw Hu Ding falling down, and its right arm exploded into fine pieces of flesh and blood, dyeing the snow all over the sky red.

The blood and qi armor and the demonic flames around Hu Ding all disappeared, and its whole body was covered with crystal ice, making its body extremely slow.

"This is a rare two-phase battle poem, with the sharpness of a sword and the freezing of ice. There is no distinction between the primary and the secondary, but they have equally powerful forces. Long Xiang deliberately did not trigger it before, and waited for Hu Ding to be injured, and the blood and demonic flames were consumed, and suddenly triggered it." Zhang Qingfeng said happily.

Hu Ding kept falling down, and a panic flashed in his eyes, because his body was almost frozen, and even landing steadily became a problem, and he himself was even more threatened.

Fang Yun also had a third snow-cutting sword.

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