Not only the people present, but even the great scholars and university officials who came to rescue from afar were shocked and looked at the phantom demon body beside Fang Yun in disbelief.
Then I saw the magic cube writing stroke by stroke, seemingly slowly but very quickly.
At the same time, endless righteous energy from heaven and earth gathered towards where Fang Yun was. It was so dense that the Barbarian King Wolf Yuan was frightened. Niu Shan found an opportunity and punched him through the body. He could only retreat while cursing inwardly, and wait until his flesh and blood were regenerated before he dared to confront Niu Shan head-on.
At that time, when Fang Yun was in the literary circle of Confucius, he was ostracized by the king of Chu and all the civil and military officials in the court. After arriving at the Lingdingyang at the mouth of the Pearl River, he went boating on the water. He originally wanted to write "Crossing the Lingdingyang", but he stopped writing halfway through, and then a heavy storm came, and he returned home.
This time, Fang Yun's phantom demon body quickly finished writing the first six sentences.
Crossing the Lingding Ocean.
After all the hardships, the surrounding stars are desolate.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind blows the catkins; my life is up and down like duckweed in the rain.
I express my fear at Huangfeng Beach and sigh my loneliness in the Lingding Ocean.
These six sentences are written from the perspective of Zhang Poyue, who laments his miserable life, the broken country, and how he is still alone and miserable when he finally arrives in Lingdingyang.
Countless eyes were staring at the tip of Fang Yun's pen.
The magic square movement finally came to light.
Since ancient times, everyone is mortal, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history!
Since ancient times, no one has been able to live forever, but one can leave behind a sincere and bright red heart of loyalty and patriotism to illuminate history and be immortal!
boom…
Then I saw layers of precious light on the pages of the poem.
The original treasure light! The first treasure light! The holy page treasure light! The holy blood treasure light! The three realms of calligraphy, the literary treasure pen, the inkstone turtle and the ink girl, etc., all kinds of treasure lights flashed one after another.
A treasure passed down from generation to generation!
At the moment of seeing the heirloom light, many humans showed excitement, which meant that the overall strength of the human race was increased again, but many monsters were furious.
Just when everyone thought that the pages of poetry were about to burn, another layer of precious light appeared.
The ancestor of poetry, Baoguang!
The moment they saw the precious light, everyone knew that this poem was a completely new form of war poem, called the Poem of Righteousness!
Following the Sword-Calling Poem, Fang Yun created a second new form of war poem.
Countless humans showed expressions of ecstasy, while countless monsters and barbarians had regret flashes in their eyes. If they had known that Fang Yun could create a new war poem, they should have killed him before.
"Kill!" A few monsters and barbarians completely forgot about their own life and death. For the sake of the monster world and the monsters, they inherited the will of their ancestors to climb to the Lord of All Realms. Even if the righteousness of the Cangming World is above them, they are not afraid.
The other monsters were stunned, then rushed towards Fang Yun together, and then spewed out magic at the same time.
However, the human race had already been prepared, and all eleven great scholars used the holy pages!
Five defensive war poems fell on Fang Yun, and six enemy-blocking poems were placed in front of Yaoman.
This time, the demon kings either used the divine attack or the holy attack to instantly defeat the six enemy-blocking poems.
The power of the human race and the monsters collided, and the ground within a radius of dozens of miles collapsed, filled with chaotic vital energy. The terrible power was like a tide that repeatedly hit the defensive war poems of the great scholar around Fang Yun.
Finally, when there was only one layer of defensive battle poem left, the power of the combined attack of the monsters and barbarians dissipated.
And now, the monster appeared ten miles away.
This distance is still far for the Barbarian King, but it is already a distance that the Great Demon King and the Great Barbarian King can attack, but the power is weaker.
All the great barbarian kings and great demon kings were gathering their strength, preparing to get closer. Once they were within five miles, they would kill Fang Yun at all costs.
The so-called rules between the two tribes no longer need to be followed!
I would rather endure the revenge of the human race than let a threat like Fang Yun survive.
Killing Fang Yun is the greatest contribution to the demon world!
Every demon present had the same thought in his mind: killing Fang Yun was more important than killing a half-saint!
A semi-saint may only live for a hundred years, but his war poems will live forever!
The great barbarian king flying in the front had begun to burn all of his lifespan and was falling from the sky like a meteorite, with his flying speed exceeding two mings.
The moment the demon attacked, "Crossing the Zero Ocean" started to burn.
The body of Phantom Fang Yun was seen aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he shrank into a bent-over old man with frosty hair.
Since ancient times, everyone is mortal, but I will leave my loyalty to shine in history!
Endless righteous energy from heaven and earth poured into Fang Yun’s body.
This poem replaces the passion of loyalty!
At the cost of sacrificing one's life, one gains the powerful righteousness of heaven and earth.
However, this time Fang Yun burned too much of his life. Not only was his phantom demon body dying, but even some of his real body's black hair was slowly turning white.
In the eyes of everyone, the righteousness of heaven and earth was like a white pillar of light descending from the sky and landing on Fang Yun.
A holy white light suddenly emanated from Fang Yun's body. His hair moved slightly, his clothes fluttered, and he stretched out his hand and pressed on the page of the poem "Kunwu Sword".
The black ink turns red, and every word is like blood!
Infinite amounts of righteous energy from heaven and earth poured into the holy page.
The righteous energy of the vast universe in the sky shook slightly and then poured in.
The Grand Secretary's war poem "Kunwu Sword" was recognized by Cang Ming Zheng Qi and promoted to a great scholar's war poem!
The poetry pages burn.
But, nothing seemed to happen.
Everyone looked around and suddenly all looked up.
Thousands of feet high in the sky, a dark crack appeared.
A giant sword emitting righteousness and the aura of an emperor slowly descended. It was a hundred feet long. The sword body was like frost and snow, the hilt was like the scorching sun, and the tip of the sword pointed downward, as if to divide the world.
The sword of kingly way! The sword of the emperor!
On the hilt of the sword, the word "Kunwu" is engraved.
Boom…
Before the Kunwu Sword could be used, a north-south crack appeared on the ground beneath Fang Yun's feet, and it was constantly widening. The edge of the crack and the two walls were neat and shiny, as if they were cut by an invisible sword.
The crack is three hundred miles long.
There are two big barbarian kings and fourteen barbarian kings right above this crack.
Everything was split in two.
Fourteen barbarian kings screamed and turned into thick smoke, and the bodies of the two big barbarian kings were also split in half, but their powerful talents allowed them to quickly regenerate flesh and blood.
However, the power of righteousness of heaven and earth spread throughout the bodies of the two barbarian kings.
The two barbarian kings seemed to be corroded by a deadly poison. Their flesh and blood kept turning into thick smoke, and then they kept regenerating their flesh and blood, repeating over and over again. It was extremely terrifying.
As the crack appeared, Fang Yun raised his right arm, locked his eyes on all the monsters, and then lightly tapped with his index finger.
The huge Kunwu sword that was originally standing upright began to tilt, with the tip of the sword pointing towards the monster. Then the sword moved slightly and drew a small circle with the tip of the sword.
Chi chi chi…
With Yaoman as the center, a huge circle with a diameter of fifty miles appeared on the ground.
I hold the sword to serve my country and draw a picture on the ground to gain a heroic name.
The next moment, the big circle suddenly darkened, as if dark clouds were gathering.
Everyone was extremely surprised because all the water here had been taken away by the Dragon Palace, making it impossible to condense dark clouds.
Above the nine heavens, the dark shadows are not dark clouds.
Endless swords!
Three-foot-high Kunwu, with billions of bodies!
A moment later, the sky and the earth became bright, and flames filled the sky.
The long sword was originally like frost, but these billions of Kunwu swords, flying in the air, ignited fire, fell rapidly with flames, and the speed of the sword reached ten ming!
Boom boom boom…
The sword is like a falling star.
Anyone who touches the Barbarian King or the Demon King will die!
The great demon king and the great barbarian king will be injured if they encounter it!
Some of them can dodge one Ten-Ming Sword, or ten, twenty, or even thirty of them, but they cannot dodge billions of Kunwu Swords!
Fang Yun stepped onto the path to success, standing proudly with his hands behind his back.
It was not until this moment that both the enemy and us fully understood what it meant to draw a line on the ground and gain a heroic reputation.
Under the Kunwu sword, I am invincible!
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