The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Boom!"

The hundred-foot-long spear hit the tower of Yumen Pass fiercely, and then a violent explosion occurred, sparks flew everywhere, and the entire Yumen Pass was shaken violently, and tiny cracks appeared on the wall.

Qu Hange smiled calmly and said, "I have to say that this "Liangzhou Ci" is the strongest Jinshi defensive war poem in ancient and modern times. I admire it."

"Mutually, there are 360,000 soldiers here, and you only used 30,000 to make my defensive war poem crack. This kind of power has already surpassed the Jinshi literary position!"

Fang Yun dipped the brush in ink, but did not write immediately. Instead, he released his talent to attract the vitality of heaven and earth. Only in this way can the next war poem be completed quickly.

Fang Yun opened his mouth, and two real dragon ancient swords flew out. The lip gun and the sword did not need the vitality of heaven and earth.

The real dragon ancient swords slashed at the crossbow team and the cavalry team respectively.

"I expected you to do this! Block!"

As soon as Qu Han'ge finished speaking, a full sixty teams suddenly disappeared from their original positions and appeared around the two True Dragon Ancient Swords. A full sixty thousand people connected together to form a white light column that shot up into the sky, trapping the two True Dragon Ancient Swords.

However, Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword was too strong, and Fang Yun's sword control skills were also very strong. The two swords suddenly took turns to hit a certain part of the light column, and a crack appeared in the blink of an eye.

Qu Han'ge showed a slight surprise on his face. He didn't expect Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword to be so powerful. Just as he was about to use the extremely laborious "break", a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Combined!"

Then sixty thousand soldiers appeared, connected with the previous sixty thousand people, and worked together to besiege the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

The white light column surrounding the True Dragon Ancient Sword became brighter, suppressing the speed of the True Dragon Ancient Sword, which was originally six rings, to four rings.

Fang Yun continued to control the sword, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword continuously attacked the weak points of the light column.

"It is worthy of being a talented ancient sword blessed by the true blood of the ancestor dragon." Qu Hange sighed softly. The True Dragon Ancient Sword was too powerful. These chess pieces could not stop the two evil things at all.

"Break!"

Another 60,000 soldiers appeared, and joined the previous 120,000 people to form an army of 180,000, blocking Fang Yun and the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

An invisible force appeared in the dark, completely cutting off the connection between Fang Yun and the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

The two True Dragon Ancient Swords stopped in mid-air, and no matter how Fang Yun used the power of Wen Dan, they remained motionless.

Qu Hange's eyes showed a vicious look, and he said sternly: "I will destroy your True Dragon Ancient Sword today, so that you will remember my name Qu Hange, and let your Fang family and the people of Jing remember the power of my Qing country!"

The scholars from various countries on the upper viewing platform were originally whispering and watching the literary battle. Seeing this, they all shut up in surprise.

Qu Hange had obviously cut off the connection between Fang Yun and the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and would soon win. There was no need to destroy the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

Once Qu Hange destroyed the True Dragon Ancient Sword, Fang Yun's literary courage would be damaged. At the least, it would take more than ten years to repair the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and at the worst, he would completely lose his tongue and sword, and his literary courage would be devastated.

Fang Yun had previously fought nine people, and only injured one person. He did not deliberately use the power of the True Dragon Ancient Sword to destroy the opponent's tongue and sword.

The people of Jing were originally worried about Fang Yun. Seeing this, they never expected Qu Hange to be so despicable. They could no longer hold back and started to curse.

"Qu Hange, you old man, I should have cut you into pieces back then!" Zhang Poyue was so angry that his beard trembled.

"If you defeat Fang Yun, I will respect your strength, but you obviously have the upper hand and don't need to destroy the sword to win, but you destroyed the Sword of the Void Saint. You are simply an enemy of my Jing country and the entire human race! Beast!" He Ludong's teeth were chattering.

"If you destroy the sword, the scholars of Jing country will retaliate a hundredfold!" Chen Jing shouted loudly. At this moment, even if he was a child of aristocratic family, he could not control himself.

"Qu Hange, I will fuck your mother!"

Ao Huang finally exploded. He did not speak from beginning to end because he had an agreement with Fang Yun and was afraid that he would be disliked by Fang Yun if he made a mistake. But now he could not help it. The True Dragon Ancient Sword was named by him, Prince Huang.

However, Qu Hange could not hear the curses of the people of Jing country in the literary battlefield.

Many people in Qing country were disgusted by the curses of the people of Jing country, but no one said it back, because although they hoped that Qing country would win, they did not want the lip-swords of the dignified human race's virtual saint to be destroyed.

Without lip-swords, ordinary scholars and scholars of the human race were at a comprehensive disadvantage when facing monster soldiers and monster generals. Although the top geniuses of the human race were strong, they would be defeated when they met the top geniuses of the monster race.

However, with lip-swords, ordinary scholars of the human race could fight with ordinary monster generals instead of being completely unable to compete. Especially the geniuses among the human race, who can already fight against the top geniuses among the monsters with their verbal battles.

Verbal battles are a growing power, and even at the Saint level, they are one of the main means of attack.

Destroying the True Dragon Ancient Sword is equivalent to destroying nearly half of Fang Yun's strength.

Qing Jun suddenly shouted loudly: "Qu Han Ge, how can you do this! Give up quickly!"

The Jing people were stunned and couldn't help cursing in their hearts. This Qing Jun was too disgusting. He was obviously very happy in his heart. He knew that Qu Han Ge couldn't hear it, but he pretended to avoid being criticized by thousands of people and criticized by historians. It was disgusting.

"Qing Jun!" Ao Huang's eyes were red and he glared at Qing Jun.

Qing Jun didn't change his face, pretended to be puzzled, and said: "What does Prince Huang want?"

"This dragon will also fuck your mother!" Ao Huang cursed again.

Qing Jun's face turned purple in an instant.

He is a monarch. There are only ten countries in the human race. In terms of reputation and status, the monarchs of the ten countries are only below the living virtual saints. The status of those deceased virtual saints cannot compare with the monarchs of the ten countries today.

The royal families of the ten countries are the top wealthy families. The wealth of the royal families of each country exceeds that of the most declining semi-saint families.

In front of the people of the ten countries, the monarch of Qing country was insulted like this. If Ao Huang was a scholar, he would have been directly arrested by the ceremonial hall.

Many scholars in Qing country were not happy with the sarcasm on their faces. This matter probably will not be recorded in the official history. Even if it is recorded, it will be glossed over. However, the unofficial history will definitely write a heavy stroke, enough to make this laughing stock spread for a long time.

It is really interesting that the monarch of a country is scolded but can't talk back.

"What a disgrace!" Zong Wuyuan scolded Ao Huang.

Ao Huang snorted coldly, rolled his eyes at Zong Wuyuan with a look of pleasure, and then sat cross-legged on the seat and continued to look at the literary battlefield.

The mist butterfly kept flying around Fang Yun's shoulders, flapping its wings vigorously, as if full of anger.

The ink girl hit the inkstone with her little fist, her teeth itching with hatred.

Even the inkstone turtle, who had been trying to escape, looked at Qu Hange unhappily.

Fang Yun held the pen in his right hand and held it tightly in his left hand. He squinted slightly and looked at Qu Hange with a look colder than the winter wind in the ancient land of Shihan.

Fang Yun gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Mr. Qu, are you serious?"

Seeing Fang Yun so angry, Qu Hange was very happy in his heart, laughed and said: "Destroying your sword and avenging your humiliation of me, of course it's true! I want you to see with your own eyes how I destroy your real dragon ancient sword, let all of you Jingguo people know that Xiangzhou belongs to my Qingguo, and the entire Jingguo will also belong to my Qingguo in the future! Jingguo can only look up to my Qingguo forever!"