View of Taichung.
Jingguo Grand Marshal Chen Zhixu suddenly shouted: "Not good!"
Everyone was stunned, and then they gradually realized what was going on.
"Saint Fang Xu is in danger!"
"Has Fang Xusheng never entered the Thirteen Cloud Ladders?"
"I never heard him say that!"
"What if he really has never entered the Thirteen Cloud Ladders? Then after the victory..."
"It's over..."
Everyone in Jingguo looked at the real-life map anxiously.
In the first cloud ladder.
Because the monster fell into the trap, all the casualties were blamed on Fang Yun alone.
Fang Yun successfully killed Yaoman and the enemy general Xin Zhi, and won a great victory in the military battle.
Fang Yun sat on the dragon horse, looking at the cheering soldiers with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, the entire battlefield collapsed, turning into countless fragments and lights, flying to a place ten feet away from Fang Yun, and condensing into an old man of light and shadow.
There was no light in the sky and earth, and Fang Yun only felt that he was in the void.
The old man's body was made of white light, and his appearance was blurry, so it was hard to tell who he was. He pointed his finger at Fang Yun, and Fang Yun felt a chill all over his body, and then his eyes turned red, and his body and mind were enveloped by endless fighting spirit.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Kill all the unkind and unjust people!"
"Kill all those who are my enemies!"
"Kill all the scum who stand in the way of human progress!"
"Kill all the monsters!"
"Anyone who stands in the way of the human race will be killed!"
"If a monarch is an enemy, he can be killed! If a great scholar is an enemy, he can be killed! If a semi-saint is an enemy, he can also be killed!"
"Everyone can be killed!"
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Countless thoughts flashed through Fang Yun's mind. At this moment, Fang Yun was completely enveloped by the terrible murderous intent and fighting spirit, and there was nothing else in his eyes except killing.
However, no matter how many thoughts came to his mind, they could never destroy Fang Yun's mind.
I don’t know how long it took, but my literary courage was shaken slightly, sweeping away all the negative thoughts.
Fang Yun found himself in the Wen Palace. And in the Wen Palace, there were endless enemies in all six directions, including soldiers from Jing, Qing, Wu, monsters, and barbarians, as numerous as sand and dust.
Hundreds of millions of foreign enemies continued to attack, but whenever a demon barbarian approached, the giant dragon coiled on Fang Yunwen Palace would roar loudly, splitting the millions of soldiers and horses.
Fang Yun quickly realized that he had absorbed Xin Zhi's killing power, which led to the mutation.
Fang Yun secretly wiped his sweat. This was his first time entering the Thirteen Cloud Ladders, and he had never been trained in the power of killing before.
The first time others got the killing power was when they won their first victory in the First Cloud Ladder, and the amount of killing power was very small. But Fang Yun directly got part of Xin Zhi's killing power, and the total amount was dozens of times that of ordinary people for the first time.
"Fortunately, I have a strong literary courage, otherwise I would have been shattered by the murderous intent and suffered a mental breakdown."
Fang Yun didn't know where the enemies outside came from. He had never seen such a situation in a book, but with the Wen Palace Panlong guarding, it seemed that there was no danger at all.
However, Fang Yun still had lingering fears. If it were someone else's palace, even an ordinary university scholar, it might be invaded and broken by these foreign enemies.
Fang Yun carefully observed Wen Gong and soon discovered the changes.
There is an additional ornament around the waist of the self-statue in the Wen Palace, a tiger talisman!
"I've never heard of anyone's Wen Palace statue having a tiger talisman inside it. Could it be... that this is the reason why hundreds of millions of enemies outside are attacking my Wen Palace?"
Fang Yun knew that there were too many secrets in this world, so he stopped thinking about it. As soon as he thought about it, the military book "Thirty-Six Strategies" appeared.
At the bottom of the cover of the military book, there is an additional white cloud pattern, which means that the power of all Fang Yun’s military tactics will be increased by 10% in the future. Every time you pass a level of the cloud ladder, you will get a cloud pattern.
Fang Yun reached out and touched the "Thirty-Six Strategies", thinking to himself, I wonder when it will become the "Fang Zi Art of War".
Then, Fang Yun was suddenly shocked. Compared with the past, his idea was obviously too bold. Although he was rude to the people of Qing, it was because they were an enemy country. But his sudden desire to write "Fang Zi Bing Fa" was not just an idea, but a desire.
"The Way of the Military, the power of killing, is indeed extraordinary. However, since I have chosen to minor in the Way of the Military, I should make changes in some aspects. The military school is not as kind as the Confucian school, not as strict as the Legalist school, and not as kind as the Medical school, but it has a sharpness that none of the schools have, like a sword, hidden deep in the sheath, once drawn out, it has the power to split the sky and the earth. The Way of the Military, plan first, and be brave first!"
Fang Yun suddenly realized that he had been too cautious before. For example, in this battle, he had made plans in advance, but he lacked some courage.
The power of killing makes up for the lack of courage.
Fang Yun smiled slightly, and his mind left the Wen Palace. Before he opened his eyes, he heard a quarrel in the hall.
"Xin Zhi, my little boy, if Fang Xusheng is harmed today, I will sacrifice my life and chop off your head!" He Ludong cursed loudly.
"You Jing people are simply unreasonable! If Fang Xusheng cannot withstand the killing force, it is his own fault. What does it have to do with Xin Hanlin?"
"You Qing people are so calculating! You sacrificed the killing power of a mere Hanlin to hurt the virtual saint of Jing. Even if he wakes up, I'm afraid his literary courage will be hurt, and the literary battle will definitely fail!"
"How do we know that Fang Xusheng has never been to the Cloud Ladder? He is a virtual saint. He can enter the Thirteen Cloud Ladders even before the palace examination is over. If he doesn't go, can we blame the Qing people for not reminding him?"
"Bullshit!"
"Cough..." Qing Jun coughed heavily, and the voices of all the officials became quieter.
Before, Qingjun's face looked a little gloomy, but now that Xin Zhi had clearly lost the military battle, Qingjun's face was in high spirits and rosy, as if he had encountered some great joy.
Everyone in Jing State looked at Qing Jun with disgust.
As if he didn't know how the scholars of Jing Kingdom viewed him, Lord Qing said, "Please be patient, everyone. We are all scholars, why do we have to argue? Wait a minute, Fang Xusheng will be blessed by heaven, so don't worry too much. Don't worry, if Fang Xusheng's literary courage is injured, this battle can be postponed. We Qing people will never take advantage of others' misfortune, nor will we show off that Qing is better than Fang Xusheng and Jing Kingdom."
The last superfluous sentence made the officials of Qing State understand and were in a good mood, but the people of Jing State cursed King Qing for being shameless in their hearts. However, they were helpless because if their enemies gave up the literary war in advance, they would naturally make a big fuss about it and tarnish the enemy's literary reputation.
Fang Yun didn't expect that they would quarrel for him. He opened his eyes reluctantly and was about to speak, but he found that his body was a little strange and he couldn't speak. A blood-red light flashed before his eyes, and at the same time, a strong smell of blood emanated from Wen Palace and instantly spread throughout the hall.
Everyone felt boundless fear, feeling that they were surrounded by countless enemies and facing death at any time.
Some palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened that their bodies went limp, and the most timid ones were even frightened to death and fainted.
"ah… "
"Fang Xusheng, how are you?"
"Fang Yun, what are you doing..."
"Master Xu Sheng..."
All the officials of Jing State looked at Fang Yun anxiously. The phenomenon was too obvious. It was very much like his literary courage was eroded by the power of killing, causing his power to become unstable, so it leaked out and affected others.
All the officials of Qing Kingdom secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fang Yun was injured, the Qing Kingdom won the literary battle!
Some Qing officials could not contain their joy and immediately sent the news to their relatives and friends.
Soon, articles gloating over the misfortune of the people of Qing appeared on the discussion board.
"Fang Xusheng was defeated without being defeated, and Qing Kingdom was victorious without being victorious!"
.(To be continued..)