The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The more than 700 Weak Water Iron Cavalry were three times larger than the human heavy cavalry, comparable to the barbarian horse barbarian generals charging. They stepped on the glacier as if walking on flat ground, and rushed down the mountain from the mountainside, with the might of ten thousand troops.

All the monsters were terrified.

Among the barbarians and humans, the strongest army is always the heavy cavalry. Once the heavy cavalry charges, it is invincible. If this was the ordinary heavy cavalry of the human race, hundreds of monsters would not be afraid, but this Weak Water heavy cavalry is unprecedented.

"We were ambushed!" The Ni Zhong Ju Ren was inexplicably angry.

"Treacherous human!"

"That man must be a university scholar!"

Xingsha can stop ordinary Weak Water, but it can't stop these War Poetry Cavalry.

Even the Son of God gave the order, and the monsters didn't care about their face and ran away, but they were on ice.

In the blink of an eye, 99% of the monsters fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"This is not ordinary ice!" As soon as a bull barbarian general finished speaking, two huge elephant demons fell on the ice. The Wolf Barbarian Saint jumped from the back of the Saint Clan Demon Elephant, landed steadily on the ice, then half-knelt down, and pressed his right hand on the ice.

"Huh..." The blood-red flame spread on the ice, melting all the ice in the blink of an eye.

The Wolf Barbarian Saint's expression relaxed. The demons ran very fast. Without the ice, these weak water cavalry could not kill many people no matter how strong they were.

The demons immediately got up and ran. They all knew that as long as they avoided this wave of heavy cavalry, they could fight back.

However, they only ran three steps, and the ground silently froze again, and hundreds of demons fell to the ground again.

The rain did not stop, the talent did not stop, and the glacier did not stop.

"Use magic to defeat the cavalry!" The Wolf Barbarian Saint roared, and was finally ready to take action. As long as all the demons joined forces to use magic, it would be enough to stop the cavalry charge.

Before it made a move, everyone saw that the heavy cavalry turned into water mist and exploded, without hurting the monsters.

Many monsters got up and stopped running, looking at the large amount of water on the ice in front of them in confusion.

Soon, a rebel scholar laughed and said, "So that's it! This battle poem is so powerful and uses so much talent. It is impossible to maintain it for too long. It can only last for a few breaths at most."

Those human scholars sighed. The rebel scholar was right. Those weak water cavalry had rushed out dozens of feet, no less than any scholar battle poem. It was already precious to achieve this step.

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the wolf barbarian saint, and then the blood in his body surged, the blood in his eyes became thicker and brighter.

"It's the art of war! Those cavalry are still there! What a cunning human race!"

It's enough to hide the truth even if it only makes the monsters hesitate for two breaths!

A long ice spear with a faint mist appeared out of thin air, making a slight sound of breaking through the air, carrying a powerful impact force, piercing the tiger demon general in the front, and then a cavalryman appeared with his whole body, and continued to charge forward with the spear against the tiger demon.

The tiger demon general was as big as a yellow cow, much stronger than ordinary lions and tigers. Even if three spears pierced it, it could not kill it. It was ferocious and was about to fight back, but it suddenly widened its eyes and vaguely saw a man and a horse entering its mind and hitting its soul.

"Ah..." The tiger demon general screamed, and blood and brains were constantly sprayed out of its eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth.

The cavalry can not only charge, but also enter dreams.

The wailing of the tiger demon general was like a long death knell.

All the demons were horrified to see that more than 700 weak water cavalrymen wrapped in a faint mist appeared from the void. They shot one by one, without any delay, and slaughtered the demons like cutting melons and vegetables.

The impact of the cavalry was too strong. Except for a demon turtle that was hiding in its shell and not afraid of the cavalry's spear, no demon general could block a shot.

The Wolf Barbarian Saint held the wolf tooth necklace on his neck, hesitated for a moment, let go of the necklace, and then roared to the sky. A huge blood wolf rushed out of his body, instantly turning into a terrifying giant wolf three feet high and rushing into the group of weak water cavalry, constantly hitting, biting, and slapping, killing one cavalry after another.

Those cavalrymen were made of weak water all over their bodies. Every time they smashed one, a large amount of weak water immediately splashed on the blood wolf, consuming the blood wolf's strength and causing the blood wolf's body to shrink sharply.

"Weak water cavalry cannot be defeated!" The Wolf Barbarian Saint finally understood that the demon barbarians were good at hand-to-hand combat, and this war poem combined with weak water just restrained the demon barbarians.

The four holy tribe demon barbarians looked at each other and fled silently. Although the glacier ground was hard, their blood was stronger, and they could break the ice surface before landing, so as not to slip. With the blood of the holy tribe in their bodies, as long as they were not surrounded by the weak water cavalry, they could not die.

Those ordinary monsters could not escape.

The monsters who could not escape used magic to fight desperately, but they found in despair that most of the magic attacks were useless on the Weak Water Cavalry. Only the natural forces such as water and boulders summoned by magic could hurt the Weak Water Cavalry.

The monsters could also break the bodies of the Weak Water Cavalry in close combat, but every time a Weak Water Cavalry died, a large amount of Weak Water would splash and consume the blood of the monsters.

The screams, wails and scoldings of the monsters were endless, and the blood flowed everywhere, turning the battlefield into a slaughterhouse. The Weak Water Cavalry had no emotions at all, charging, stabbing, trampling, stabbing again, or turning around and running, and charging again.

The arrogant monsters were like lambs to be slaughtered under Fang Yun's war poem.

The monsters fell into despair.

The injured juren were greatly encouraged and surprised at the same time.

"This is the battle poem of the juren. It turns out that he has become a juren, no, a juren in front of the saint!"

"This... the integration of the Weak Water Cavalry into the Weak Water was a matter of time and chance, but they are not afraid of many magic arts, that can only be... the power of the Wen Dan!"

"This war poem actually incorporates the power of the Wen Dan? Impossible! Not to mention that there are very few war poems that can mobilize the power of the Wen Dan, even if it is, he has just become a pre-saint, how can he have the Wen Dan?"

"It must be the power of the Wen Dan, you can recall the death of those monsters. They will not die if the ice spear pierces them, and they will not die so quickly if the Weak Water of the Ice Spear enters their bodies, but the power of the Wen Dan and the Weak Water enter their bodies together, even the monster commanders will not survive, they can There is no Wen Gong. "

"As expected of the first scholar of the Ten Kingdoms, I am not surprised that he became a pre-holy scholar, but the power of this war poem is too strong. "

Li Fanming murmured to himself: "A war poem of a scholar killed fifty demon barbarian generals and three hundred demon barbarian soldiers, which is equivalent to killing fifty scholars and three hundred scholars with his own strength, a real one against a hundred! The key is that he is still poisoned and has not fully recovered his ability to move! "

"Hehe, so what if he is a demon barbarian of the Holy Clan, he is still chased by Fang Yun like a stray dog!"

"I am more curious about his military tactics. I have seen similar ones before, but they seem to be different." One person whispered.

"Thanks to him, otherwise we would have all died."

"Alas, we wanted to find the longevity fruit to save him, but not only did we fail to save him, but he saved our lives instead."

"Even if the first scholar Yan Yukong was here, it would be impossible to kill fifty barbarian generals with a war poem."

"The first scholar? Maybe we should change."

Many people looked at each other and didn't say much.

At this moment, a full two hundred Weak Water Cavalry bypassed those ordinary monsters who could not escape and chased the four Saint Clan monsters headed by the Wolf Barbarian Saint.

Li Fanming saw this scene, his eyes lit up, and said: "The Wolf Barbarian Saint must be protected by the power of the Barbarian Saint, and he must have a special means of life-saving. We are not talented enough to kill him now, but since Fang Yun mobilized the Weak Water Cavalry to chase him, he must want to force them to lose a means of life-saving!"

"Go!"

The seriously injured Juren could not be dispatched, and the eleven Juren who were not seriously injured ran while reciting the fast-running poem, and then lightly touched the ground with their toes and glided quickly.

Fang Yun pointed his hand, and the ice in front of them disappeared.

The four Saint Clan monsters ran and looked back. Two hundred Weak Water Cavalry were nothing, and even eleven Juren with little talent were nothing, but the man on the mountainside was too terrifying. Just a glance from a distance broke their inner fighting spirit.

Moreover, the Star Monsters on the mountain were eyeing them covetously.

The tiger demon general of the Saint Clan sighed, "It's such a waste to use the blood bead of the demon lord on them! If I had known this, I should have used it earlier and just blow them to death together with those useless demons."

As he spoke, he spit out a dark purple, walnut-sized blood bead at the pursuers.

"Disperse!" Li Fanming gave an order, and all the scholars immediately fled in all directions, while Fang Yun commanded two hundred weak water cavalrymen to meet the purple blood bead.

"Boom..."

A blood-colored flame exploded, sweeping hundreds of feet across. The two hundred weak water cavalrymen were smashed to pieces by the blood-colored flames, and the scholars not far away were scattered by the aftermath, falling to the ground and spitting blood.

The ground of the Saint Ruins is comparable to fine steel, but a big pit was still blown out.

The face of the scholar who did not chase and kill changed slightly.

Li Fanming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's worth it! That is the blood bead that condenses all the power of a demon lord, which is equivalent to the power of a Hanlin we have abolished!"

The eleven scholars got up and walked back slowly.

Except for the four Saint Clan monsters who ran away, all the monsters died in the battle.

In the cold rain, the smell of monster blood was blown away by the wind. Hundreds of weak water cavalrymen stood around a large number of monster corpses, slowly melting and turning into clear water and slowly flowing away.

The four Saint Clan monsters stopped in the distance, and the Wolf Barbarian Saint said loudly: "I remember! No wonder you are so powerful, you are Fang Yun! Fang Yun, the fourth on the Hanlin Hunting List! Remember, my name is Lang Li, I will be promoted to Monster Commander in the Saint Ruins, and then come back to kill you!"

After that, he turned and ran.

The Xiong Cang turned his head while running, looked at Fang Yun, and roared: "You are not worth my life now, when I become a monster commander, I will definitely eat you!"

Fang Yun hooked his hand at them, full of provocation.

But the four Saint Clan monsters did not stop and continued to run away.

Fang Yun stared at the Wolf Barbarian Saint's neck, on which there was a string of wolf tooth necklaces, which reminded him of the Dragon Horn of the Dragon King of Qingjiang, which he used to lock a state with rain.

Fang Yun found that he had little talent left.

This Ruoshui cavalry only consumed three points of talent, but the longer it existed, the more talent it consumed. Fang Yun had just become a juren, and he only had three one-inch-high talents. It was already the limit to maintain more than 700 cavalry for such a long time.

The star demons all over the mountain poked their heads out and looked at Fang Yun.

A demon general said: "I didn't expect that the strongest human race turned out to be him."

Niu Shan smiled and said: "He is His Majesty the Moon Emperor, and the strongest juren is of course him!" After saying that, he couldn't help but straighten his chest and raise his head, extremely proud.

The demon generals looked at each other, and the vigilance against Fang Yun in their eyes had completely dissipated.