The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Spring and Autumn" is a history book, and the two characters "Spring and Autumn" also represent years and time.

Kong Sheng’s will has the power to change time.

The higher the literary position, the stronger Kong Sheng's will. This is one of the reasons why even the demon and barbarian tribes are unwilling to fight with the Kong family.

Half of Gu Jiaohou's body was enveloped by the power of Kong Sheng's will. He looked at everyone in surprise and desperately wanted to retreat, but after all, he was only a demon lord. Even if he had temporary true dragon blood, he could not withstand such a vast power. , the body can only move outward at an extremely slow speed.

Kong Detian and others were enveloped by the power of Kong Sheng's will, and everything slowed down as well.

The two East China Sea Dragon Clan looked at each other, immediately bypassed the range of Kong Sheng's will, and launched an attack on the half of Gu Jiaohou's body that was outside.

This is the terrible thing about Kong Sheng's will. Once the body is divided, if the Kong family has foreign aid, the enemy can only let it be slaughtered.

However, Gu Jiaohou was followed by a large number of demons and dragon demons. Together, they used magic to attack the two dragons, forcing the two dragons to retreat.

During the battle between the two sides, Fang Yun finally finished reciting the third sentence of Kaifeng's poem.

"Today I will show you..."

A violent wind blew up in the entire hall, and golden light condensed in Fang Yun's mouth, and then a true dragon's roar that roared proudly across the world exploded in Fang Yun Wen Palace, and the sound spread millions of miles and spread throughout the entire Dragon Climbing Platform.

Whether it was Yao Man or Long Shuai in front of Fang Yun, even the masked man in black and the son of the great sage, Shi Wang, were so frightened that their bodies trembled and they fell into a brief daze.

All the dragons present looked at Fang Yun with disbelief. They couldn't believe that there was a true dragon's roar in a mere human palace. Although this roar was not as good as the Dragon Saint's voice, the true dragon's roar was the highest order of the dragons. , no one can roar out except Long Sheng.

"Did he mobilize the will of the ancestral dragon?" Lei Jiu was shocked and inexplicable.

The roar of the real dragon was only surprising, but the ordinary monsters and handsome dragons felt deeply despaired.

While Fang Yun was reciting Kaifeng's poems, he actually picked up his pen to write. Fang Yun was using the power of his supreme literary mind to focus on two things!

Dragon Sword Poetry.

The sword and the two dragons, the snowflakes shine on the hibiscus.

The light shoots into the sky and the earth, but the thunder cannot rush forward.

As soon as I left the golden box, I lost sight of him.

Feng Hu has been dead for a long time, so he takes advantage of it.

The Wu River is ten thousand feet deep, and the Chu Mountain is thousands of feet deep.

There is no separation between male and female, and gods and objects will meet each other.

The first treasure light, the original treasure light, and the treasure light handed down from ancient times shine one after another. The treasure light of other powers such as Wen Bao pen, dragon blood ink ingot, calligraphy two realms, etc. also appear on the page, making the power of this war poem certain. will be stronger.

After all the precious lights stabilized, an unprecedented and magnificent precious light appeared.

Other precious lights are like a layer of transparent eggshell attached to the poem, but the source of this precious light is from inside the poem. The white light formed erupts in all directions, and the precious light radiates in all directions, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

Behind the white light, Fang Yun looked as holy as a god, exuding an unprecedented temperament, as if he had the power to create the world and create all eternity.

All the demons, dragons and humans who knew about this treasure light shouted in unison.

"Shizu Baoguang!"

The first poem to kill the enemy, the first poem to defend, the first poem to hide the front, the first poem to block the enemy... The creators of any type of first poem to fight are all called the ancestors of poetry. In fact, the origin of many war poems is the Book of Songs, and the names of many ancestors of poetry have disappeared in the long river of history. Only a limited number of poetry ancestors, such as Zangfeng poetry, are widely circulated.

This poem has Baoguang, the ancestor of poetry, and Fang Yun is the ancestor of a new type and poetry!

When they saw the "Dragon Sword Poetry" written by Fang Yun flying high into the sky, Lei Jiu, Zong Ji and Sima He only took a glance at it and relied on the Jinshi's photographic memory to read the entire poem and quickly understand the meaning of the poem.

"Dragon Sword Poetry" is a poem about the famous divine swords Ganjiang and Moye. The poem states that Ganjiang and Moye look like two dragons after being refined, and the sword body is as white as snow, and can even be used as a mirror to reflect flowers. The light of the sword reaches up to the sky and shines down on the earth, even thunder cannot compare with it.

It's a pity that the two swords were later separated, separated by the sky, and no longer accompanied each other. Because the famous sword appreciator Feng Huzi had died, no one could recognize these two divine objects, so the two divine swords hid their edge.

One sword is hidden in the abyss of the Wu Kingdom, and the other sword is hidden in the vast mountains of the Chu Kingdom. But the two male and female swords of general Mo Xie are divine objects after all, and they will inevitably meet again one day!

Almost as soon as they read it, the three of them thought of the function of this poem, especially the last sentence.

Divine objects will meet!

At the same time that the Shizu Baoguang was formed, the lion screamed crazily, and its heartbeat suddenly sounded like a drum. The bloodline of the Great Sage hidden in the heart was fully stimulated, and its body size doubled. At the same time, it let out an earth-shattering lion's roar. Even Huang Long Ao Huangdu was shocked.

The power of a lion's heart.

"Even if the world is boundless and the ten directions are endless, there is no room for the ancestor of poetry! Fang Yun must die!" The golden blood armor around Shi Wan suddenly became a full inch thicker, and the phantom of the crown suddenly appeared above his head, like the king of demons rushing towards Fang. transport.

The lion raised his right front palm high, and the golden light burst out from the palm, which was enough to turn a mountain peak into stone powder with one shot!

"Get out!" Ao Huang suddenly yelled, using the power of the dragon ball, a dragon-shaped golden light that was exactly the same as his body flew out of his mouth and hit Shi Wang hard.

Even though he was as strong as a lion, he couldn't withstand the power of the real dragon's dragon balls. His body flew sideways like a kite with its string broken, and he turned to look at the masked man in black in mid-air.

"Kill Fang Yun! Kill him!"

The masked man slowly stretched out his hand and pointed towards Fang Yun with his index finger.

His fingers were pale, but under the pale skin, there were clearly visible black blood vessels, which were like exposed veins, hideous and terrifying.

A black vortex of the void appeared at the tip of the masked man's index finger, and the whole hall began to shake, dust fell, and the wall cracked.

Fang Yun's expression remained unchanged. After the "Dragon Sword Poem" by the poet Li Bai was formed, he also finished reciting the last sentence of Jia Dao's famous poem.

"Who has unfair things!"

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frosty blade has never been tested. Today I show it to you, who has unfair things?

The sharpening poem was completed, and a sword chanted through the world. The sword sounded as if it was filled with great grievances, as if it was telling Fang Yun that it was not him who took the initiative to snatch the dragon spirit and the true blood of the ancestor dragon, and expressed all the unfairness in his heart.

A brilliant golden sword flew out of Fang Yun's mouth. This real dragon sword was bred from the remains of a real dragon. The sword was three feet long. The sword itself was like a white light ancient sword, but the outside of the sword body was surrounded by a golden dragon-shaped light.

Others' swords that come out like dragons are just phantoms of dragons, but Fang Yun's sword that comes out like dragons is a real dragon!

The dragon bared its fangs and claws, its mouth opened, holding the tip of the sword, its body wrapped around the sword, and its tail formed the hilt, radiating light and overwhelming the world.

The sword body is surrounded by a dazzling real dragon pattern, not the translucent virtual dragon pattern of others.

Waves of strange fluctuations that swept across the ten directions and pierced the void spread from the real dragon sword to all directions.

Below the real dragon sword, there was a suspended black ink sword that was only half the length of the main sword. This sword was created by Fang Yun writing the "Shen Ce Army Monument", which contained the majesty of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty inspecting the Shen Ce Army. The sword's meaning was magnificent and had the appearance of an emperor. It was also more handsome and extraordinary because it was written by Liu Gongquan, one of the four great calligraphers.

The seven powers of the sword-pregnant poem, the real dragon bone, the hidden tip poem, the real dragon pattern, the open tip poem, a large amount of dragon energy, and the ink sword formed Fang Yun's lip sparring!

The people of all tribes were all extremely shocked when they felt the breath of the True Dragon Sword. It was so powerful just after the successful sword was conceived. It must be the best sword in the history!

"Why is his dragon pattern different from ours? I feel that one of his dragon patterns is equivalent to two of mine!" Zong Ji muttered to himself.

"My sword is also as powerful as a dragon. My lip-sharp-tongue sword is made by using the complete dragon bone to conceive the sword, but why is it far inferior to his sword?" Sima He felt powerless.

However, the power of the True Dragon Sword has not reached its peak.

After the new war poem "Dragon Sword Poem" burned, a talent ancient sword exactly the same as the True Dragon Sword appeared out of thin air, and even an extra ink sword appeared.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the power of Confucius' will dissipated, and Gu Jiaohou retreated desperately, and the seven scholars of the Holy Academy who protected Fang Yun all looked back at Fang Yun, and then looked up at the two lip-sharp-tongue swords above Fang Yun's head!

The elites of all races present were so shocked that they could not speak. The killing poem was nothing. No matter how strong the Jinshi's killing poem was, it would only have a negligible effect on the human race. However, this kind of war poem that could summon an identical verbal battle was full of subversiveness!

The power of the Jinshi of the human race will undergo a drastic change!

And the Jinshi was precisely the backbone of the human race's power!

"This child cannot be left!" A demon saint screamed desperately.

The black vortex at the fingertips of the black-clothed masked man finally took shape, and he gently pointed at Fang Yun.

The sky and the earth changed color, and the black vortex suddenly expanded thousands of times, and then a huge blood-colored dragon head rushed out of the vortex. The dragon head was hundreds of feet high, and it was basically a mountain.

The blood-colored dragon head had black eyes and golden pupils, silver teeth and purple tongue, and a strong evil intent in his eyes, and his whole body exuded the power of destroying the world.

"The evil dragon of the prison! Isn't it suppressed in the prison sea? Who has obtained his power!" Ao Huang recognized the origin of the evil dragon at a glance.

The evil dragon opened its bloody mouth and bit everyone.

"It's me!" The masked man in black answered Ao Huang's question, took off his hat, untied his mask, and revealed a strange face.

The black blood vessels under his white skin bulged, like tree roots entwined on his face, extremely terrifying.

"Evil Lord!" All the human race looked at the evil Lord Meng Lintang in disbelief.

"You will die today! Fang Yun, today I will cut you into pieces!" The pupils of the evil Lord were extremely deep and dark. That was not the color that humans should have. That was the color that only the Nine Netherworld and the Demon Realm Dead Mountain should have.

Fang Yun suddenly realized and outlined the course of events based on everything he knew.

On that day, the evil Lord's soul entered the Holy Ruins and was killed by Fang Yun. At that time, the evil Lord was in the Prison Sea and was unconscious because of the death of his soul.

At that time, the evil Lord was invaded by a trace of the evil dragon's thoughts.

The evil Lord was severely injured and his position as a Hanlin scholar might not be preserved. The punishment ended early and he returned to the Meng family's old house to recuperate.

However, the evil king was unwilling to give up. In order to obtain the treasure of Denglongtai, he simply lowered his position and became a Jinshi. Then he made a deal with the demons and obtained a Denglong Stone from them. Then he entered Denglongtai from the West Sea Dragon Palace!

Since the evil king dared to enter Denglongtai, he must have communicated with the evil dragon, and the two reached an agreement.