The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun walked outside.

The flying snow is like a knife.

Many people looked at Fang Yun, some were worried, some were looking forward to it, and some were full of confidence.

The big rabbit stood upright and chirped loudly to cheer for Fang's luck.

Niushan followed Fang Yun and whispered: "Your Majesty, do you need me to solve it for you? I am the Star Demon Man, and I have to surpass it in attracting star power. In this place with infinite star power, I may not lose. ”

"No."

Fang Yun said, putting down his coat and preparing pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The Tiger Demon Commander leaned forward slightly, preparing to pounce. His eyes were full of murderous intent. The surrounding snowflakes were slightly affected, and his speed was reduced by 10%.

Observing this phenomenon, Han Shoulu's heart tightened. Even if the demon general who came here followed the Holy Son, he still had extremely high talents, not to mention that he had become a demon commander now.

The tiger demon commander looked at Fang Yun and said: "I retreated here for the sake of fairness and to give you humans enough distance. But you can't get too close to the door. If you are defeated, just flee back to the snowless land. Isn't that right?" Are you kidding me? At least take ten steps from where it’s snowing!”

"Yes." Fang Yun said, and came to the edge of the safe area. The snowless land and the snowy land outside were blocked by invisible forces. The thick snow on the ground seemed to be blocked by the glass threshold, and all the poisonous blade snowflakes They all avoid here intentionally or unintentionally and fly elsewhere.

At first glance, the snowflakes nearby look similar to ordinary snowflakes. They also have six sides and are also thin. It's just that the whistling sound of the snowflakes is extremely loud, giving people a vague sense of panic that they can pierce their heads at any time.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, unleashed his courage and stepped into the snowflakes.

"What are you doing..." Li Fanming shouted. Fang Yun should have written poems about protective warfare before entering, but then Fang Yun walked straight in.

Whoosh…

The strange and harsh sound of flying snow suddenly increased, and snowflakes like iron blades whirled and cut. Every time the snowflakes flew an inch away from Fang Yun's body, they would be blocked by an invisible force.

A master of literary courage.

Everyone only knew that Fang Yun had already become a literary brave man, but they didn't expect that Fang Yun actually had a great level of literary courage. For a moment, they didn't know what to say and could only look at each other. Because Fang Yun had a high-grade literary mind first, they were completely able to accept it. This fact only fills my heart with countless curiosity.

Fang Yun continued to walk forward, and when he reached the tenth step, he picked up his pen to write.

However, the moment Fang Yun picked up the pen, the tiger demon commander suddenly grinned, with a sinister flash in his eyes, and at the same time ran over at an astonishing speed,

"Idiot! I am from the demon clan! This is a battle between two clans, and you actually believe that I will give you time! Go to hell, you stupid genius of the human race!" The Tiger Demon Commander said as he pounced on Fang Yun.

In the process of running, the Tiger Demon Commander kept laughing, because it had calculated all the time, and it took exactly two breaths to jump from where it stood to Fang Yun's position, and these two breaths were not enough for any Juren to write Finished the poem.

"oh."

Fang Yun agreed casually and continued to write with his head down, as if he didn't know that the handsome tiger demon was about to rush over, his expression remained unchanged.

However, the handsome tiger demon's expression kept changing.

When Fang Yun stood still, he was smiling.

When Fang Yun started writing, he was still smiling.

But after seeing the speed of Fang Yun's writing and the light on it, the tiger demon commander couldn't stop laughing.

After feeling the energy inspired by Fang Yun's poem, Tiger Demon Commander not only couldn't laugh, but even wanted to cry.

Countless snow flakes shook gently, a large amount of heaven and earth energy gathered, and a stream of Wenqu star power poured into the pages written by Fang Yun.

The white paper is filled with gold, becoming a holy page by itself.

After a breath, the poem "Night Raid" was completed.

The golden belt girds the shirt,

The horse's head rushes through the snow in Lintao.

Roll up the flag and rob the demon king's tent at night,

The barbarian soldiers were beheaded indiscriminately for lack of precious swords.

The paper pages flew up, and precious light appeared continuously.

A total of four layers of treasures appear on the poem page: the original treasure light that represents the author's personal letter, the first treasure light that represents the first appearance, the handed down treasure light that can be taught to others, and the first level star light that represents the power of Wenquxing.

A full five times the strength exploded.

When the tiger demon commander saw all this, his first thought was to run away, but he quickly judged that if he didn't attack Fang Yun in advance, he could run away, but now he lost the chance.

The handsome tiger bravely charged forward, and his expression changed again, from regret to fear, and from fear to despair.

Fang Yun saw strong winds flying around his body, and the general's golden armor condensed with vitality attached to his body. Then his body rose into the air, a tall horse appeared under his crotch, and a long Guan Gong knife appeared in his hands.

A strong sense of strength emanates from Fang Yun. At this time, he is like a battle-hardened general. Time is like snow and time is like frost. No matter what it is, he will trample it with his horse or cut it with his sword.

Fang Yun sat down on his horse and didn't even take a run. He charged instantly at a speed that subverted common sense. In front of the horse's head, the snow flakes gathered into a snow blade, clearing the way for Fang Yun, and all fell on the tiger demon commander.

The snow is like a knife, and the knife kills people.

The white snowflakes passed over the tiger demon commander and were stained with blood.

The Qi-blood armor on the Tiger Demon Commander collapsed, and Fang Yun rode past on a war horse with a knife.

A general and a demon passed by each other.

The broadsword pointed obliquely at the ground, and a drop of dark red demon blood slid down the sharp blade, slipped through the gap in the blade, and finally froze on the tip of the blade.

Warm blood spurted out from the handsome tiger's neck.

"How can a war poem about raising people be so powerful..."

After the tiger demon commander finished speaking, his head rolled to the ground and he died with his eyes closed.

The body that had lost its vitality and strength was penetrated and torn apart by hundreds of snow flakes, and was eventually minced into a pulp.

"The reason I agreed to take ten steps forward was not because I didn't know you might attack me, but because I was afraid you would escape."

Fang Yun said, clamping the horse's belly, and spurred the horse to leave the wind and snow area and enter the safety of the door.

The golden armor slowly decomposed, and the horse became smaller and smaller. Finally, Fang Yun fell steadily to the ground, and the chipped sword disappeared with the wind.

Yan Yukong laughed and said: "The demon commander of the Holy Clan who has just been promoted may not have the upper hand in front of me. He actually thought he could kill Fang Yun and even scolded Fang Yun for being stupid. I am the one who is so stupid!"

"Haha, the words 'rushing into the snow' and 'lack of a treasured sword' in this war poem are all excellent, and the words used are very poetic." Kong Delun said with a smile.

"You guys, why don't you think about the role of this poem? What would happen if it were used by ordinary soldiers?" Sun Naiyong stared at Fang Yun with blazing eyes.

Everyone suddenly woke up. This was equivalent to giving an ordinary soldier the charging ability of a cavalry demon general. If hundreds of people gathered together, or someone with a higher rank used this war poem, a demon army could be created in a short time. The general-level charge team is not much different from ordinary battle poems in normal times, but it is very likely to make great achievements at critical moments.

Sun Naiyong continued: "What would happen if Juren used this war poem to escape?"

"Great talent! Great talent! This poem is not as good as many poems about fighting in terms of killing range, but this poem can rush and run away, kill and harass, injure the enemy and protect oneself. It is a complete poem. Ah! No matter what situation you are in, you can turn yourself into a warrior and gallop forward! This is the first full-war poem on the level of Juren!"

Several people who discovered the mystery of the poem praised it repeatedly.

"Yes, this poem is indeed not strong enough, and it needs a human body. It is a dangerous battle poem, but the 'whole' of this poem is so powerful, with countless ways to cooperate. You can imagine that some ordinary cavalry who are charging suddenly suddenly Transforming into a golden-armored general is more intimidating to the monsters than suddenly flying out some war poems! When charging, good appearance means good momentum, and high momentum is also a great advantage in battle! "

"A genius! He really is a genius! If you think carefully about your dream, Master Fang didn't make any sound when he charged. This is the power of the 'Flag Rolling Night Tribulation' in the poem. During the night attack, in order to prevent the enemy from discovering the battle flag, the wind blows the battle flag. There was a sound of wind, so I rolled up the flag. Without real battlefield experience, it is impossible to write such details, and it is impossible to let this poem bring out the essence of "Night Tribulation"!

"If you put it like that, this poem has a wider range of uses!" Sun Naiyong clapped his hands and shouted. As a heir of a military strategist, he knows the advantages of this kind of war poem best. When fighting against monsters and barbarians frequently, this war poem can be directly used every year. Saving thousands of elite soldiers may indirectly save tens of thousands of people. If it can change the situation of a battle, the credit will be even greater.

There was ongoing discussion about the wording in this poem and the use of war poetry in battle.

At the end of the discussion, Sun Naiyong finally couldn't help but hugged everyone and said: "This poem is of extraordinary significance and must not be lost here. One of us must leave the Comet Gallery immediately and find a way to preserve this poem." , stay in a safe place until the Holy Market is over and you are picked up by the Saint.”

Comte said: "Leave this matter to me. As long as I put this poem in the river, if something happens to me, my grandfather will see it immediately. If I leave the holy ruins alive, this poem of war will naturally Can be preserved.”

Everyone knows that the grandfather of Confucius is the head of the Confucius family of this generation. As long as the head of the Confucius family in the past generations was a bachelor or a great Confucian before becoming the head of the family, he can be canonized immediately after becoming the head of the family, but his power is not the same as that of a true semi-saint. A certain gap will not extend life span.

"It's safest to leave it to you!"

Han Shoulu smiled and said, "How about everyone write a copy and indicate that it was written by Fang Yun in the seventh corridor to kill the tiger demon commander of the holy clan?"

"Great idea!"

Everyone wrote.

Niushan looked at the four monsters proudly and said, "Which of you is still unconvinced? If you dare to fight His Majesty the Moon Emperor, you are simply seeking death!"

"The frog in the well!" A saint bear demon said contemptuously, "You humans may have powerful geniuses, but they can only be compared with us saint demons and barbarians, and at most can reach the level of ordinary saints! Over the past hundreds of years, , Which of your human race’s great scholars can defeat the demon kings of all generations? Who of your human race’s great scholars can defeat the most outstanding saint son and demon king in the past?”

Niu Shan thought deeply for a while and said: "Can you be more stupid? I am a barbarian, not a human!"

The big rabbit was holding his belly and laughing wildly.