The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1632: The Battle of the Ten Philosophers

Fang Yun was still advancing slowly on the grass, not using any strength to protect himself, and facing Long Wei with Wen Gong.

Li Guang, who was behind Fang Yun, was ten feet tall, with silver light flashing all over his body, as if he was made of stars. He shot an arrow with all his strength, and the huge arrow streaked through the sky like a meteor, going straight for Zhan Shi Wei Qing.

Zhan Shi Wei Qing galloped on his horse, suddenly swung his long sword, and the sword light condensed into a crescent moon about ten feet long, which flew out with a whoosh and collided with Li Guang's arrow.

The crescent moon and the meteor exploded in the air, setting off waves of air, tearing apart all the Zhan Shi soldiers within five feet.

Afterwards, Zhan Shi Li Guang suddenly began to shoot arrows into the sky, one arrow after another, one after another, some of the arrows were fast and some were slow, and they seemed to be flying aimlessly in the air.

As Zhan Shi Wei Qing galloped, the light on the sword in his hand became stronger and stronger, and finally it was like being surrounded by a cocoon.

After three breaths, the two famous generals approached. Wei Qing suddenly raised his long sword, and saw that among the soldiers and generals summoned by Lei Chongmo, three thousand people turned into streams of light and poured into Wei Qing's sword.

Wei Qing threw out his long sword fiercely, and the long sword instantly became larger, turning into a huge sword of a hundred feet in the air and slashing towards Li Guang.

When Wei Qing swung his sword, Li Guang pulled the last arrow to the full, constantly accumulating strength, and when the giant sword fell, Li Guang shot.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The arrows that were shot into the sky by Li Guang before seemed to be alive, all turned around and followed Li Guang's last arrow to fly towards Wei Qing.

Li Guang's arrows brushed past Wei Qing's sword.

There was a loud noise, and Li Guang was split into two by Wei Qing's giant sword, and the tip of the sword was inserted diagonally into the ground, still moving lightly.

Almost at the same time, Li Guang's thirty-four long arrows penetrated Wei Qing, and Wei Qing flew backwards, and his body turned into a light spot and dissipated.

The two famous generals died together, but Fang Yun's cavalry defeated Lei Chongmo's war poems.

Lei Chongmo looked at the war poems Wei Qing and Li Guang who turned into light and sighed softly. Both of them were once famous military generals. Wei Qing was rejected by many scholars because he was a relative of the emperor. Even Sima Qian criticized Wei Qing with the power of history.

In order to prove himself, Wei Qing led his army to fight again and again, won many battles, and became a military strategist and writer. He became the first great scholar of the time. Later, he ventured into the Burial Valley for the sake of sainthood, but finally heard the news of his death, and the whole country mourned.

Li Guang was not as good at attacking as Wei Qing, and was famous for defending the city. His last battle was in the ancient land of the deserted city. He encountered the design of the military saint and was surrounded by a large number of monsters. He could have escaped alone, but in the end he chose to advance and retreat with his comrades, and killed 27 big monster kings before his death.

After Li Guang died in battle, he stood on the city wall, still holding a pen and talking about war on paper, so that the monsters did not dare to come forward and bypassed. Several demon khans respected Li Guang, collected the body and returned it to the human race.

Lei Zhongmo said slowly: "I asked Fang Xusheng for advice on painting!"

After that, ten scrolls flew out of Lei Zhongmo's Yinjiangbei, and then the scroll slowly rolled down, and ten middle-aged people appeared.

They were Yan Hui, Ziqian, Bo Niu, Zhonggong, Ziyou, Zigong, Zilu, Ziwo, Ziyou and Zixia, a total of ten people, who were collectively known as the Ten Philosophers of Confucius, and were the ten disciples most admired by Confucius.

The saints could not draw it, and the Ten Philosophers' Battle Painting was one of the strongest battle paintings of the human race. Originally, only the great scholars of the third realm of painting could draw it. Now there is Lei Zhongmo's inscription under each painting, which means that even if Lei Zhongmo is only a university scholar, he has the powerful strength to draw the Ten Philosophers' Battle Painting.

The Ten Philosophers' eyes moved slightly, their clothes swayed in the wind, and they instantly became fresh, and then stepped out of the painting at the same time.

Thunder appeared in the clear sky, and a hurricane gathered. Behind Lei Chongmo, a hurricane a hundred feet high slowly turned, and lightning flashed in the tornado, with a terrifying momentum.

The ten ancient warriors of the war painting first bowed slightly to Fang Yun, with a strong ancient style, and then spoke fluently.

It was equivalent to ten university scholars attacking Fang Yun at the same time!

Lei Chongmo looked at the ten sages of the war painting with a smile on his face. In the most boring days of the war world, he not only absorbed the power of the war world, but also kept painting with his divine thoughts in the Wen Palace. Not long ago, he drew the ten sages' war painting with his powerful painting talent.

Even if he was suppressed by the dragon's might, even if his strength was not as good as the outside world, Lei Chongmo was confident that he could suppress all the monsters with the ten sages' war painting.

The ten sages' war painting was famous in all walks of life. When the monster kings saw it, they exclaimed again and again, and couldn't help but think of the shame that made the West Sea water people feel. In the past, the painting saint Gu Kaizhi actually drew another West Sea and the West Sea Dragon Saint, forcing the West Sea Dragon Saint to use the ancestral dragon treasure to smash the holy painting.

"Fang Xusheng is in danger." Gui Cong sighed involuntarily. The war paintings of the human race have always been rare, because one volume is used, one volume is lost, and the creation is extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming, but once a large number of them are released, the destructive power in a short period of time exceeds all war poems.

No matter how powerful the war poems released by the university scholar in an instant are, they are not as good as the war paintings of the ten philosophers.

Lei Zhongmo looked at Fang Yun's back, and thought that Fang Yun would stop and express his shock or admiration, but who knew that Fang Yun just coughed lightly, and then continued to move forward, and his figure became weaker and weaker.

Lei Zhongmo snorted coldly, and the vitality of the ten sages was agitated, and they were going to go all out.

Fang Yun's clothes moved lightly, and a code flew out and floated in the air.

Aw...

A shocking roar exploded in the sky, and all the demon kings within a hundred miles were scared to death, and instinctive fear came from their blood.

The Sin Palace appeared in the sky, stretching for more than ten miles, forming a huge shadow covering the ground. Then, a giant turtle over a mile long flew out of the Sin Palace, carrying a huge cage on its back and surrounded by countless iron chains.

"Sin Turtle Prison Cart!"

Some demon kings retreated in horror while cursing in their hearts. It was clearly a battle between two humans, but how could there be a force to suppress the water race? There was the breath of a true dragon and the prisoner carriage of the sin turtle. Was this a fight between the human race or a scare to the water race of the West Sea?

Ever since it was caught by Fang Yun, the prisoner carriage of the sin turtle had been imprisoned in the code, turning into the power of the legalists' "drawing the ground as a prison". At this moment, it was extremely angry. It opened its mouth and roared again. Ten thick chains flew out in an instant, trapping the phantoms of the ten sages tightly, and then suddenly retracted the chains, sending the ten sages of war painting into the prison.

Lei Chongmo's eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ten sages of war painting who used all their strength to attack in the cage, but they could not break it. Finally, they turned into light and dissipated because of exhaustion of strength.

Fang Yun still turned his back to Lei Chongmo and continued to move forward, still ignoring Lei Chongmo.

The ten sages of war painting created by the great scholar of the third realm of painting would never be imprisoned by this prison carriage of the sin turtle.

A trace of shame flashed across Lei Chongmo's face. Fang Yun said nothing, but he felt the strong contempt and accusation. At this moment, Lei Chongmo felt that everyone was blaming him. He was obviously not strong enough to fully exert the power of the Ten Sages' War Painting, which led to the Ten Sages' War Painting dissipating without any achievement. It was simply an insult to the ten disciples that Confucius admired the most.

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