The Jingsheng family has treasures from various clans. Although it is not as good as some human families with deep heritage, it is still better than some new families.
However, the water curtain cracked and collapsed at the same time as the frosty sword light.
Jing Chengxi was stunned for a moment, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.
The frosty sword light is indeed strong, but it still remains at the level of a great scholar's war poem.
There is absolutely no way that any great scholar's war poem could defeat a treasure in one blow.
"What kind of magic power do you have?" Jing Chengxi thought of the strange power that had entered his body before, and felt a little panicked. If the magic power was so strong that it could even destroy treasures, then his defensive battle poem would not last long.
What's more, this is the Five Mountains in the world which is known for its defense. Even such a strong force cannot stop the frosty sword light. How strong is Fang Yun
Wenzong is different from literary giant.
Wen Zong is actually an all-round improvement of the great scholar of the fourth realm, but he has not formed a particularly powerful new force. When encountering enemies of a lower realm, he can be invincible. However, when encountering a monster like Fang Yun, who is obviously in the fourth realm but has more power than Wen Zong, he has no advantage.
"You have great talent and literary mind!"
While using the defensive war poem, Jing Chengxi released a great scholar's treasure. His entire body was enveloped by the sea, forming an extremely strong great scholar's protective force.
Fang Yun did not answer, but waved his pen again, and the frosty sword light came again, shining in the world.
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The power of the multiple protective war poems surrounding Jing Chengxi was all shattered, and finally fell on a protective shield formed by a rare treasure.
This time, the protection formed by the treasure was just like ripples on the water and did not break immediately.
However, Jing Chengxi did not feel relieved, but instead felt goosebumps all over.
For scholars of the same level, protective war poems can usually block killing war poems, unless some scholars have practiced war poems of the third or even fourth realm, because each protective war poem requires more heaven and earth vitality than a killing war poem, and the killing war poem will continuously dissipate its power and become weaker and weaker in the process of being released.
However, this exception was broken by Fang Yun. Wen Zong's defensive war poems could at least defend against four to five attacks from the great Confucian scholars of the four realms. But now, so many defensive war poems overlapped and were broken by Fang Yun's single poem.
"You... you actually possess the true power of the Holy Way!"
Jing Chengxi widened his eyes and finally understood why his defense was so vulnerable. He also finally understood why Fang Yun was not afraid of the five Wen Zongs joining forces from beginning to end.
Jing Chengliang, who was not far away, shouted, "Impossible, you are seeing things! There was some strange power in his attack, but it dissipated after entering my body. It should have been dispelled by my own power."
Jing Chengxi's expression changed drastically. He continued to write a defensive war poem with his treasure and inspiration, while shouting, "Chengliang, find a way to find the external force in your body immediately, hurry up, or it will be too late! I found that the power was strange from the beginning, so I tried my best to drive it out of your body, you can't be careless!"
"Third brother, look how scared you are. He is the master of politics, so he has some holy power, but holy power is at most like a power wrapped in an outer layer. It can only destroy from the outside and cannot enter the body. Eh? Why is my talent so low? Why did my great scholar war poem collapse halfway through..."
Jing Chengliang hurriedly used a rare treasure to block Fang Yun's two real dragon ancient swords, and was stunned for a moment.
Jing Chengxi turned his head to look at his brother, and his expression changed drastically.
Jing Chengliang was a great Emperor Wenzong, but his aura suddenly dropped to the peak of Grand Secretary, and it was still declining.
Jing Chengxi only felt his scalp tingling, and was completely unable to understand this strange power.
Silently and without a trace, the great scholar of the fifth realm fell five or six realms. Such great power of the holy way was unheard of.
"Fang Xusheng, let's talk it over nicely. We can admit defeat, but you can't use evil magic..." Jing Chengxi was horrified, suspecting that Fang Yun was not a human being at all, but a vicious creature or even an extremely vicious ancient creature.
Before leaving, Jing Liren had repeatedly stated that if they failed to capture Fang Yun, they should leave decisively. If there was any big shot behind Fang Yun, they should immediately admit their mistake and surrender. Jing Chengxi had also agreed to this before, so he immediately gave in.
Fang Yun was almost amused by Jing Chengxi, and explained helplessly: "Stop talking nonsense there. This is the power of decay. I got the power of the Holy Way from the tree world of the Holy Burial Valley. It is not so strong originally, but with the guidance of the alien semi-saint, combined with my own holy power, it has the nature of close to the complete Holy Way power. Therefore, it will be broken if it encounters it, and decayed if it encounters it."
In fact, Fang Yun has been using these five Wen Zongs to train his troops. After all, after obtaining the new power of decay and the sacred power of politics, he has never really fought against a powerful enemy.
Fang Yun has never used the power of Yangui and Mo Nu, and he has not even borrowed the power of Wudie.
Fang Yun originally thought that his new power of decay could be concealed from all the Wen Zongs, but except for Jing Chengliang, the other Wen Zongs were extremely vigilant. After being invaded by the power of decay for the first time, they all tried their best to dispel the power and paid a considerable price. After that, they carefully avoided contact with the power of decay.
This is the cleverness of the great scholars of the human race. If the Demon King encountered this situation, he would only rely on his fighting instinct to solve it, but the fighting instinct below that of a semi-saint could not detect the lurking of the power of decay at all.
However, among the five literary masters, there was one named Jing Chengliang who underestimated the enemy or was forced by Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword to have no time to think carefully.
Fang Yun’s two True Dragon Ancient Swords stopped attacking.
Jing Chengliang's breath was still rapidly fading, and even the Hengshan Mountain under his feet was slowly shrinking.
He is no longer a great scholar, and the Five Mountains cannot continue to exist.
Regardless of the fact that he was on the battlefield, Jing Chengliang's mind went straight into the Wen Palace.
He was shocked to find that dense gray vines had grown inside and outside his Wen Palace. The surface of these vines had dense mosquito-like thorns that pierced into the walls of the Wen Palace and absorbed the power of the Wen Palace.
Jing Chengliang found the culprit who had caused his literary rank to be lowered, and he let out a crazy roar, then shook his literary courage, mobilized his talent, and used various means to attack those gray vines.
However, all failed.
The grey vines were still firmly rooted in his palace of literature.
Suddenly, Jing Chengliang felt a slight pain in his heart, and he quickly checked it with his mind. When he saw it, he was scared to death.
Dense gray vines grew inside and outside his heart, and the vines began to grow in the blood vessels along the flow of blood. Within a few dozen breaths, his entire body was covered with gray vines.
The Hengshan Mountain under Jing Chengliang's feet suddenly disappeared.
The Five Mountains and the world disappeared.
Except for Jing Chengliang, the other four great Confucian scholars were all obsessed with family, country and the world.
Jing Chengliang's literary rank dropped from Grand Secretary to Hanlin.
The rapid rise under his feet disappeared.
He was stunned for a moment, and his body fell suddenly.
But he was a literary master after all. He did not panic after falling from a high altitude. Instead, he used the power of his inspiration to write flying poems. However, he stopped after writing a few strokes.
There are no flying poems handed down by Hanlin, and at least only the Grand Secretary can use them.
"Help..." Jing Chengliang finally lost his composure and shouted at the top of his voice.
Jing Chengxi had no choice but to write a flying war poem, and turned into a crane and flew down quickly, supporting Jing Chengliang.
Jing Chengliang's breath was still declining.
Jing Chengxi threw away the brush and said, "Please let my brother go, Fang Xusheng, and let him recover his Wenzong strength. I admit defeat."
The other three retreated and defended, no longer fighting with all their strength.
Fang Yun stood in mid-air, doing nothing and saying nothing, like an indifferent spectator.
The crane flew over carrying Jing Chengliang and finally flew to the side of Jing Chengxi.
"Third brother..." Jing Chengliang said bitterly, closed his eyes, and died.
Then, everyone saw a horrifying scene.
Jing Chengliang's body shrank rapidly as if he was dehydrated and turned into a mummy. Then, gray vines emerged from his body.
Where there is withering, there is flourishing.
Where there is decay, there is life.
The vines intertwined with each other, and finally a flower grew at the top. The flower bloomed and faded, and produced a yellow fruit, which soon disappeared out of thin air.
"A hundred breaths have passed."