Fang Yun was still advancing slowly on the grass, not using any strength to protect himself, facing Long Wei with Wen Gong.
Li Guang behind Fang Yun was ten feet tall, with silver light shining all over his body, as if he was made of stars. He shot an arrow with all his strength, and the giant arrow streaked across the sky like a meteor, heading straight for Wei Qing, the poet of war.
Battle Poem Wei Qing rode his horse at full speed and suddenly swung his sword. The sword light condensed into a crescent moon about ten feet in size, which flew out with a whoosh and collided with Li Guang's arrow.
The crescent moon and meteor exploded in the air, causing gusts of wind and tearing apart all the soldiers and generals within five feet.
Afterwards, Li Guang suddenly began shooting arrows into the sky, one arrow after another, continuously. Some of the arrows were fast and some were slow, and they seemed to be flying aimlessly in the air.
As Wei Qing galloped, the light from the sword in his hand became brighter and brighter, until it was like being surrounded by a cocoon.
Three breaths later, two famous war poetry generals approached. Wei Qing suddenly raised his sword high, and saw that three thousand of the war poetry soldiers summoned by Lei Chongmo turned into streams of light and poured into Wei Qing's sword.
Wei Qing threw out his sword suddenly, and the sword instantly grew larger, turning into a giant sword a hundred feet long and slashing towards Li Guang in the air.
When Wei Qing swung his sword, Li Guang pulled the last arrow and continued to accumulate strength. When the giant sword fell, Li Guang shot.
whoosh whoosh whoosh
The arrows that Li Guang had shot into the sky before seemed to come alive. They all changed direction and followed Li Guang's last arrow to fly towards Wei Qing.
Li Guang's arrow and Wei Qing's sword missed each other.
There was a loud bang, and Li Guang was cut into two by Wei Qing's giant sword. The tip of the sword was inserted into the ground obliquely, still moving slightly.
Almost at the same time, Li Guang's thirty-four long arrows pierced Zhan Shi Wei Qing, and Zhan Shi Wei Qing flew backwards, and his body turned into a point of light and dissipated.
The two famous generals died together, but Fang Yun's cavalry defeated Lei Chongmo's war poem soldiers.
Lei Chongmo looked at the war poems written by Wei Qing and Li Guang who turned into light and disappeared, and sighed softly. Both of them were once famous military generals. Because Wei Qing was a relative of the emperor, he was rejected by many scholars. Even Sima Qian used the power of history to criticize Wei Qing.
In order to prove himself, Wei Qing repeatedly led his troops to battle and won victory after victory. He was promoted to a military strategist and writer and became the greatest scholar of the time. Later, in order to be canonized, he ventured into the Valley of the Saints. However, when the news of his death came, the whole country mourned.
Li Guang was not as good at attacking as Wei Qing, but was famous for defending the city. His last battle was in the ancient land of the deserted city, where he encountered a conspiracy against the military saint and was surrounded by a large number of monsters. He could have escaped alone, but in the end he chose to advance and retreat with his comrades, and killed twenty-seven great monster kings before his death.
After Li Guang died in battle, he stood on the city wall, still holding a pen and discussing military affairs, so that the monsters did not dare to approach him and circled around him. Several monster khans respected Li Guang, collected his body and returned it to the human race.
Lei Zhongmo said slowly: "I would like to ask Saint Fang Xu for advice on painting!"
After he finished speaking, ten scrolls flew out of Lei Zhongmo's Yinjiangbei. Then, the scrolls slowly rolled down, and ten middle-aged men appeared.
They are Yan Hui, Ziqian, Boniu, Zhonggong, Ziyou, Zigong, Zilu, Ziwo, Ziyou and Zixia, a total of ten people. They are collectively known as the Ten Philosophers of Confucius, and are the ten disciples Confucius admired most.
The Holy Painting cannot be produced. The Battle Painting of the Ten Sages is one of the most powerful war paintings of the human race. Originally, only great scholars who reached the third level of the Dao of Painting could draw it. Now, there are inscriptions by Lei Chongmo under each painting, which means that even if Lei Chongmo is only a university scholar, he has the powerful ability to draw the Battle Painting of the Ten Sages.
The eyes of the ten philosophers moved slightly, their clothes fluttered in the wind, and they instantly became alive. Then they took a step at the same time and walked out of the painting.
Thunder sounded in the clear sky and a hurricane gathered. Behind Lei Chongmo, a hurricane hundreds of feet high slowly turned. Lightning flashed inside the tornado, and the momentum was terrifying.
The ten ancient figures in the war paintings first bowed slightly to Fang Yun, with a strong ancient style, and then spoke fluently.
It is equivalent to ten university scholars attacking Fang Yun at the same time!
Lei Chongmo looked at the war painting of the Ten Sages with a smile on his face. During the most boring days in the war world, he not only absorbed the power of the war world, but also kept painting with his divine consciousness in the Wen Palace. Not long ago, he drew the war painting of the Ten Sages with his powerful talent in painting.
Even if he is suppressed by the dragon's might, even if his strength is not as good as that of the outside world, Lei Chongmo is confident that he can defeat all the monsters with the help of the Ten Sages' Battle Painting.
The painting of the battle of the Ten Sages was well-known in all circles. When the demon kings saw it, they exclaimed in amazement and could not help but recall the incident that made the water creatures of the West Sea feel ashamed. Back then, the painting saint Gu Kaizhi actually painted another West Sea and the Dragon Saint of the West Sea, forcing the Dragon Saint of the West Sea to use the treasure of the Ancestral Dragon to shatter the holy painting.
"Fang Xusheng is in danger." Gui Cong couldn't help but sigh. Human race's war paintings have always been rare, because when one scroll is used, one scroll is gone, and the creation is extremely time-consuming and energy-consuming. However, once a large number of them are released, the destructive power in a short period of time surpasses all war poems.
No matter how powerful a university scholar is, the war poems he can compose in an instant cannot compare to the war paintings of these ten philosophers.
Lei Chongmo looked at Fang Yun's back, thinking that Fang Yun would stop and express shock or admiration, but who knew that Fang Yun just coughed lightly, and then continued to walk forward, looking increasingly weak.
Lei Chongmo snorted coldly, and the ten sages' vital energy surged, and they were ready to go all out.
Fang Yun's clothes moved slightly, and a code flew out and hovered in the air.
Oh
A terrifying roar exploded in the sky. All the demon kings within a hundred miles were scared out of their wits and felt an instinctive fear in their blood.
The Sinner's Palace appeared in the sky, stretching for more than ten miles, and formed a huge shadow covering the ground. Then, a giant turtle with a body length of more than a mile flew out from the Sinner's Palace, carrying a huge cage behind it and surrounded by countless iron chains.
"The Turtle Prison Cart!"
Some demon kings retreated in horror while cursing in their hearts. It was clearly a battle between two humans, so how come there was always a force that suppressed the water race? There was the aura of a true dragon and the prisoner cart of the sinful turtle. Was this a fight among humans or a scare against the water races in the West Sea
Ever since being captured by Fang Yun, the Guilty Turtle Prison Cart has been imprisoned in the code, transformed into the power of the Legalists' "drawing a circle on the ground as a prison". At this moment, it was extremely angry, and it opened its mouth and roared again. Ten thick chains flew out in an instant, trapping the shadows of the ten sages tightly, and then it suddenly retracted the chains, sending the ten war painting sages into the prison.
Lei Chongmo stared blankly at the ten war sages who used all their strength to attack the cage but were unable to break it. Finally, they ran out of energy and turned into light and dissipated.
Fang Yun still turned his back to Lei Chongmo and continued moving forward, still ignoring Lei Chongmo.
The Ten Philosophers of War Paintings created by the great scholars of the third realm of painting would never be imprisoned in this Turtle Prison Cart of Sin.
A trace of shame flashed across Lei Chongmo's face. Fang Yun didn't say anything, but he felt the deep contempt and accusation. At this moment, Lei Chongmo felt that everyone was blaming him. He was obviously not strong enough and could not fully exert the power of the War Painting of Ten Sages, which led to the disappearance of the War Painting of the Ten Sages without achieving any success. It was simply an insult to the ten disciples that Confucius admired most.
.To be continued. ..