The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2316 Endless War Poems

While the two were fighting with swords, the army behind Fang Yun was ready to go.

In the past, the war poem soldiers were mainly focused on stopping the enemy because they were most afraid of the enemy approaching. Now, with the tortoise armor body and the half-saint robes, Fang Yun had nothing to worry about.

All the war poem soldiers were replaced by workers and crossbow arrows. There were a total of 10,000 crossbow arrows, which was larger than the two worlds.

When a full 10,000 huge crossbow arrows flew through the air, the Falling Sun Holy Spirit couldn't help but be shocked. Each crossbow arrow had the ability to penetrate the demon king and even hurt ordinary big demon kings. When thousands of arrows were fired at the same time, it was as if the army was united, and the military soul was condensed to form an even more incredible force.

Boom boom boom boom...

One after another, huge crossbow arrows over three feet long passed through the power storm and hit the mirror armor of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit.

Then, all the crossbow arrows exploded, and the power contained in them bounced back, forming a stronger power storm.

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit was not hurt, but it did not look relaxed at all.

On the contrary, Fang Yun had a smile on his face.

The mirror armor is very strong, but no matter how strong the talent or treasure is, there is a limit. If the attack of an ordinary scholar falls on the mirror armor, it will be useless for a hundred years, let alone a year. However, Fang Yun's attack contains the power of the Holy Way. The power of Tao Sheng's Holy Power and the power of the withered power continuously falls on it.

Fang Yun had to admit that the mirror armor was very strong, but no matter how strong it was, it was only the power derived from the Holy Way, not the real power of the Holy Way. Even if it was the power of the Holy Way, the power of the withered power could slowly erode it.

The military camp war poem "Pozhenzi" was just the beginning.

Fang Yun waved his brush continuously, using the continuous poems that had defeated tens of thousands of demon kings on the Liangjie Mountain.

First, the scholar poem "The Arrow in the Stone" praising Li Guang.

Then the scholar poem "Ode to the Qin People" praising the people.

Then the scholar poem "Liangzhou Ci" praising the soldiers and generals who had fought hundreds of battles.

Then there is the Hanlin poem "Breaking Loulan" which praises the soldiers who attacked the monsters.

Finally, there is "Ode to Li Guang".

This first-ever poem in history was a great success in Liangjie Mountain, and Fang Yun also made great achievements with it. Now, Li Guang's shadow appears behind Fang Yun again.

In the process of Fang Yun writing these five poems, the power of Tao Sheng poured into each one. In the end, the shadow of Li Guang that took shape actually exuded a faint holy power.

Li Guang is a virtual saint, and the power of Tao Sheng gives it more powerful power.

The war poem Li Guang now is comparable to a great scholar in the fifth realm. He draws his bow and shoots an arrow.

Boom!

The giant arrow is like a meteor, ignoring the distance, and instantly falls on the body of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit, bursting with dazzling light.

A crack appeared on the mirror surface.

Fang Yun was slightly shocked, thinking that the holy spirit of this Jedi was indeed extraordinary. You know, this war poem has the ability to break all defenses of the same level. Now it has formed a five-linked poem, and it has been blessed with the power of the semi-saint robes. This arrow is enough to penetrate the defense of ordinary emperors, but it only destroyed a mirror.

The eyes of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit flashed with the same light. It was ten times more shocked than Fang Yun. It didn't expect that a mere war poem of a university scholar could break the powerful force that the Falling Sun Holy Spirit clan was proud of.

"It seems that it still doesn't work..."

Fang Yun wrote with a big stroke, "Jiang Chengzi*Three Sending the Barbarian Emperor"!

If Li Guang's divine arrow was a meteor, then this "Jiang Chengzi" wolf arrow was like a comet across the sky.

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit had no time to dodge, and the dazzling wolf arrow hit the mirror armor directly.

After a loud bang, the divine light was dazzling, and the Falling Sun Holy Spirit was actually repelled several feet.

Dozens of mirrors were cracked.

"Why is your war poem so powerful!" The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. His mirror armor could withstand the attack of the emperor. Even the attack of the ancestor god of the demon emperor only shattered more mirrors than the wolf-shooting arrows.

"Is it big? Even your armor can't be broken." Fang Yun disagreed.

The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun almost vomited blood and said angrily: "This mirror armor is condensed from the fragments of the Holy Dao, which comes from the power of the Holy Ancestor Wu Lun. If a war poem can break it, how can we compete with the Nibei Mountain? How can we protect the Jedi?"

"Really?" Fang Yun said, and continued to wave the great scholar's literary treasure pen, and saw one wolf-shooting arrow after another flying past, like comets hitting the land, whistling away, and after hitting, there was a constant roar.

The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun soon became a target, completely submerged by the light and dust formed by the collision of the wolf-shooting arrows and the mirror armor.

Not long after, countless cracks appeared on the mirror armor of the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun.

The face of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit became more and more ugly. As the main force that had fought against the Nibei Mountain and other dangerous places many times, he had never encountered such a situation.

"Don't your human race's war poems take a long time to release?" The Falling Sun Holy Spirit couldn't believe his eyes. In Fang Yun's hands, the great scholar's war poems were as simple as the scholar's war poems.

It had the power of the great scholar's war poems and the speed of the scholar's war poems.

"I said, you will regret it." Fang Yun continuously released "Jiangchengzi", and one wolf arrow after another attacked the Falling Sun Holy Spirit frantically.

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit tried to dodge many times, but all failed.

The Falling Sun Holy Spirit gritted his teeth and said: "This war poem is magnificent and powerful, and it must consume a lot of talent. Ordinary great scholars can only use dozens of arrows at most. Let's see how long you can attack! Without talent, only holy energy or other things, you can't use war poems at all!"

"Then you can try to wait."

With the blessing of the semi-saint robes, Fang Yun used it continuously and endlessly.

With great talent, miniature Wenquxing, and semi-saint robes, Fang Yun's talent is also endless. Just one song "Jiangchengzi" cannot exhaust his talent at all.

I don't know how many wolf-shooting arrows flew out continuously. Suddenly, a shocking sound rang out.

With the Falling Sun Holy Spirit as the center, dazzling light flashed and countless mirrors exploded. The strange thing is that all the broken mirrors actually splashed in one direction at the same time.

All shot towards where Fang Yun was.

The broken mirrors whistled with a harsh sound, forming a rolling holy energy torrent, like a deep-sea monster that wanted to devour everything.

Fang Yun was unmoved and continued to use "Jiangchengzi", colliding with countless broken lenses.

However, these broken lenses are the ultimate power of the mirror armor. The wolf-shooting arrows were instantly defeated, and the torrent of fragments could engulf Fang Yun in the next moment.

The wind suddenly rose.

Peach blossoms and chrysanthemums were flying all over the sky, forming a gorgeous tornado, surrounding Fang Yun.

The pure white fragments collided with the bright petals, stirring up an extremely powerful storm of power, shining brightly, beautiful and dangerous.

The broken lenses were fierce, like a rushing river, and the bright petals seemed weak, but each one seemed to be poured with holy power, firmly blocking Fang Yun.

The broken lenses were like waves hitting the shore, but Fang Yun, under the protection of the petals, was like an unshakable mountain.