The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2028 "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"

Not only the people present, but even the great scholars and university scholars who came to rescue from afar were also surprised, looking at the phantom demon body beside Fang Yun in disbelief.

I saw that the phantom demon Fang Yun wrote stroke by stroke, seemingly slow and extremely fast.

At the same time, endless righteousness of heaven and earth gathered to where Fang Yun was, so dense that the Barbarian King Wolf Yuan was frightened, and Niu Shan found an opportunity to punch his body, so he had to curse and retreat, and wait for his flesh and blood to be reborn before he dared to fight Niu Shan head-on.

Back then, when Fang Yun was in the Confucian literary world, he was excluded by the king of Chu and the civil and military officials of the court. After arriving at the Lingding Ocean at the mouth of the Pearl River, he went boating on the water. He originally wanted to write "Crossing the Lingding Ocean", but he stopped writing only halfway through, and then the wind and rain came, and he returned home.

This time, Fang Yun's phantom demon body quickly finished the first six sentences.

Crossing the Lingding Ocean.

After suffering hardships, the war was sparse around the stars.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind blows the catkins, and my life is up and down like duckweed in the rain.

I was afraid at the Huangfeng Beach, and I sighed in loneliness in the Lingding Ocean.

These six sentences are written by Zhang Poyue, who lamented his miserable life, the broken country, and finally he was still alone in the Lingding Ocean.

Countless eyes stared at the tip of Fang Yun's pen.

The magic Fang Yun finally put pen to paper.

Everyone has to die since ancient times, so I will leave my loyalty to shine in history!

No one has ever been immortal since ancient times, but they can leave behind a sincere and bright red heart of loyalty and patriotism, which will shine in history and be immortal!

Boom...

Then I saw the precious light on the poem page.

The original precious light! The first precious light! The holy page precious light! The holy blood precious light! The three realms of calligraphy, the literary treasure pen, the inkstone turtle and the ink girl, etc., all kinds of precious lights flashed one after another.

The handed down precious light!

At the moment of seeing the handed-down treasure light, many human races showed excitement, which meant that the overall strength of the human race was strengthened again, but many demons were furious.

Just when everyone thought that the poem page was about to burn, another layer of treasure light appeared.

The treasure light of the ancestor of poetry!

At the moment of seeing the treasure light, everyone knew that this poem was a brand-new form of war poem, called the righteousness poem!

After the sword-calling poem, Fang Yun created a second brand-new form of war poem.

Countless human races showed ecstasy, and countless demons flashed regret in their eyes. If they had known that Fang Yun could create a new war poem, they should have killed him anyway.

"Kill!" A few demons completely forgot their own life and death. For the demon world and for the demons, they inherited the will of their ancestors to climb the Lord of Ten Thousand Worlds. Even if the righteousness of the Cangming was above, they were not afraid.

The rest of the demons were stunned, rushed towards Fang Yun together, and then spit out magic at the same time.

However, the human race had been prepared for a long time, and all eleven great scholars used the holy page!

Five defensive war poems fell on Fang Yun, and six enemy-blocking poems were placed in front of the demon barbarians.

This time, the demon barbarians either used the divine attack or the holy attack, and instantly defeated the six enemy-blocking poems.

The power of the human race and the demon barbarians collided, and the ground collapsed within a radius of dozens of miles, filled with chaotic vitality, and the terrible power repeatedly hit the great scholar's defensive war poems around Fang Yun like a tide.

Finally, when there was only one layer of defensive war poems left, the power of the demon barbarians' combined attack dissipated.

And now, the demon barbarians appeared ten miles away.

This distance is still far for the barbarian king, but it is already the distance that the great demon king and the great barbarian king can attack, but the power is weaker.

All the great barbarian kings and the great demon kings are accumulating power and preparing to get closer. Once they are close to five miles, they will kill Fang Yun at all costs.

The so-called rules of the two races no longer need to be followed!

It is better to bear the revenge of the human race than to let Fang Yun, such a threat, survive.

Killing Fang Yun is the greatest contribution to the demon world!

Every demon barbarian present had the same idea in their mind. Killing Fang Yun was more important than killing a half-saint!

A half-saint can only live for a hundred years, but the war poems handed down from generation to generation will be immortal!

The great barbarian king flying in the front had begun to burn all his lifespan, falling from the sky like a meteorite, and his flying speed actually exceeded two mings.

At the moment the demon barbarian made his move, "Crossing the Zero Ding Ocean" burned.

The body of the phantom demon Fang Yun was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he shrank into an old man with a bent waist and frosty hair.

Since ancient times, everyone has died, leaving a loyal heart to shine in history!

Endless righteousness of heaven and earth poured into Fang Yun's body.

This poem replaced the red heart!

At the cost of sacrificing lifespan, in exchange for the powerful righteousness of heaven and earth.

However, this time Fang Yun burned too much lifespan, not only was the phantom demon body already dying, but even the body had a few black hairs slowly turning white.

In the eyes of the crowd, the righteousness of heaven and earth fell from the sky like a white beam of light, landing on Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's body suddenly radiated a holy white light, his hair moved slightly, his clothes fluttered, and he stretched out his hand to press on the page of "Kunwu Sword".

The black ink turned red, and every word was like blood!

Infinite amounts of righteousness of heaven and earth poured into the holy page.

The righteousness of the dark sky in the sky shook slightly and poured in.

The war poem "Kunwu Sword" by the university scholar was recognized by the righteousness of the dark sky and promoted to the war poem of the great scholar!

The poem page burned.

However, it seemed that nothing happened.

Everyone looked around and suddenly raised their heads.

In the sky thousands of feet high, a dark crack appeared.

A giant sword emitting righteousness and the aura of the emperor slowly descended, a hundred feet long, the sword body was like frost and snow, the hilt was like the scorching sun, the sword tip was downward, and it was about to divide a world.

The sword of the king! The sword of the emperor!

On the hilt, the two words "Kunwu" were engraved.

Boom boom...

Before the Kunwu Sword was used, a north-south crack appeared on the ground under Fang Yun's feet, and it was widening continuously. The edge of the crack and the two walls were neat and bright, as if they were cut by an invisible sword.

The crack was three hundred miles long.

There were two great barbarian kings and fourteen barbarian kings directly above the crack.

All were split in half.

The fourteen barbarian kings screamed and turned into thick smoke, and the bodies of the two great barbarian kings were also split in half, but their powerful talents allowed them to quickly regenerate flesh and blood.

However, the power of the righteousness of heaven and earth spread throughout the bodies of the two great barbarian kings.

The two great barbarian kings were like being corroded by a deadly poison, their flesh and blood constantly turned into thick smoke, and then continued to regenerate flesh and blood, and the cycle was extremely terrifying.

At the same time as the crack appeared, Fang Yun raised his right arm horizontally, locked his sight on all the monsters, and then lightly tapped his index finger.

The originally upright huge Kunwu Sword began to tilt, the tip of the sword pointed at the monsters, and then the sword body moved lightly, and drew a small circle with the tip of the sword.

Chi Chi Chi...

With Yaoman as the center, a huge circle with a diameter of fifty miles appeared on the ground.

Yitian holds the country and draws the land to gain a heroic name.

The next moment, the big circle suddenly darkened, as if dark clouds were gathering.

Everyone was extremely surprised, because all the water here was taken away by the Dragon Palace, and it was impossible to condense dark clouds.

Above the nine heavens, the black shadows were not dark clouds.

Endless swords!

Three feet of Kunwu, billions of bodies!

A moment later, the sky and the earth were bright, and the fire was across the sky.

The long sword was like frost, but these billions of Kunwu swords, flying in the air, ignited fire, fell rapidly and burned, and the sword speed reached ten rings!

Boom boom boom...

The sword is like a falling star.

The barbarian king and the demon king will die if they touch it!

The big demon king and the barbarian king will be injured if they meet it!

Some of them can dodge one sword of ten rings, dodge ten, twenty or even thirty swords, but they can't dodge billions of Kunwu swords!

Fang Yun stepped on the flat cloud, stood proudly, and put his hands behind his back.

Until this moment, both the enemy and I completely understood what it meant to draw a line on the ground and gain a heroic reputation.

Under the Kunwu sword, I am invincible! .