The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2301: Drunkenly looking at the sword under the lamp!

Boom!

Several circular white air waves swept in all directions. Wherever they passed, the soldiers of Zhan Shi would instantly collapse, and the Yangtze River that blocked the enemy would also collapse. The Yangtze River formed again, but it was actually shaken apart by the aftermath.

Then two mirages formed in succession to block the enemy. The ancient corpse of the Bull King didn't care at all, and tore it apart with pure running and impact.

However, Fang Yun still greatly slowed down the speed of the ancient corpse of the Bull King and barely adapted to the almost new body.

Fang Yun looked down at his chest. There was not even a trace left on the turtle armor body. As strong as the ancient corpse of the Bull King was, it couldn't destroy the tortoise shell of the Turtle Green Emperor.

Fang Yun raised his head and looked at the ancient corpse of the Bull King. His expression was solemn, but there was no fear in his eyes.

Fang Yun stood on Pingbu Qingyun, flying quickly, constantly changing directions.

In order to catch up with Fang Yun, the Bull Emperor corpse also kept changing direction, and every time it changed direction, its movement speed would decrease a little. In addition, with the obstruction of Fang Yun's other forces, it could not catch up with Fang Yun.

Fang Yun also took the opportunity to use various forces to attack.

The dead are not afraid of most poisons. The power of the poisonous giant snake is negligible in front of the Bull Emperor corpse. Its only function is to send the withered power into the Bull Emperor corpse.

Wentai True Dragon is not weak, but after approaching the Bull Emperor corpse, it was ripped open by the horns. Although it recovered quickly, it could only spit dragon flames from a distance.

Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword is already incredibly strong, but the body of the Bull Emperor corpse is harder than that of most emperors, and it only has skin and bones without flesh and blood. The True Dragon Ancient Sword actually only left shallow scars on its body, unable to cause effective killing, so that the Bull Emperor corpse was too lazy to attack the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

Fang Yun had to admit that he was not a literary giant or the True Dragon Ancient Sword was not eight patterns, and there was no way to deal with the ancient corpse emperor.

However, after only a few dozen breaths, Fang Yun found that the situation was critical, not for himself, but for the other three.

The three great scholars were chased by 108 five-level ancient corpses, jumping up and down in the hall of the treasure pavilion like rabbits chased by a group of wolfhounds, without any ability to fight back, and could only delay and obstruct, without any chance to attack.

The three great scholars looked miserable. If the younger generation knew about their situation, the dignity of the elders would be gone.

Fortunately, the five-level ancient corpses were disturbed by the blood light power, and their attacks often failed, otherwise the three people might have been surrounded and killed by hundreds of corpses.

Fang Yun only took a few glances and found the most important problem. The three people had no effective means to obstruct the hundreds of ancient corpses, and could only be forced to keep running away. It is estimated that within a quarter of an hour, the three people will be injured.

Fang Yun, like the three great scholars, kept summoning battle poems and soldiers, but those soldiers were a little reluctant to deal with the five-level ancient corpses. Once they were within two hundred feet of the Bull Emperor's ancient corpse, they were either shattered by the Emperor's Long River or destroyed by the aftermath of the attack. The whole scene was like an ancient beast trampling on an ant colony.

However, without the battle poems and soldiers, the three great scholars would be killed by the hundred corpses soon.

Fang Yun was worried about the other three great scholars, when the Bull Emperor's ancient corpse suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a dark green column of fire.

Fang Yun was not surprised, but was confident.

The figure of the Bull Emperor's ancient corpse appeared in the dark green column of fire, repeating the previous scene and launching a terrifying attack.

Fang Yun moved his pen lightly, and in one stroke, he wrote the poem "Red Dust Killing" in an instant.

When we were young, we didn't know anything, but all the friends we made were heroes.

Que Qin did not accept the reward, but attacked Jin Ning for merit.

He threw himself into the white blade and killed people in the red dust.

The court bowed to his noble righteousness, and the world admired his heroic spirit.

The poem was finished, and the light shone everywhere.

He was in the white blade, killing people in the mortal world!

Fang Yun disappeared on the spot, and the one who remained on the spot was a bloody man who looked exactly like Fang Yun.

When the ancient corpse of the Bull King hit the bloody man, Fang Yun had moved hundreds of feet away.

The mortal Fang Yun was hit into a blood mist, and the ancient corpse of the Bull King passed through the blood mist, turned around, and continued to chase Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's methods were endless, and this ancient corpse of the Bull King was not as strong as the real old emperor. In addition to the strong body, there were too many other shortcomings, and for a while, he could not do anything to Fang Yun.

Although Fang Yun had been running away, his attacks had never stopped, and a large amount of decayed power poured into the body of the ancient corpse of the Bull King.

However, Fang Yun was at ease, but the three great scholars were getting more and more tired. The power of the hundred corpses was not as good as the ancient corpse of the Bull King, but because of the large number, it was more troublesome.

The spirits of the three people occasionally killed the ancient corpses, but the ancient corpses would turn into corpse gas and resurrect from the giant coffin.

Suddenly, He Mingyuan shouted, and the ancient sword slashed at an ancient corpse, allowing Tian Songshi to avoid injury.

Tian Songshi was the oldest among the three, but he became a great scholar the latest. Because of the Wenxin Chunqiu Jixu, his war poems were particularly strong, but in terms of great scholar-level combat experience, he was the weakest.

Fang Yun hurriedly sent a voice message and asked: "How are the three of you?"

He Mingyuan said in a deep voice: "The situation is not good, and the battle is a bit strenuous. Hundreds of corpses are like tides, too powerful."

"Thanks to my good luck, the two of you, and the many spirit bones, otherwise I really can't hold on." Tian Songshi said.

That Yun Yangzhao smiled bitterly and said: "In this kind of battle, my strength has increased quickly, but I'm afraid I can't hold on for long, let alone have the spare energy to take the wine bottle. Fang Xusheng, don't feel offended, but I really think it's better not to take that thing."

He Mingyuan said: "If there is no emperor's ancient corpse, there may be a way, but with the emperor's ancient corpse, you don't have much time to help us."

Fang Yun remained silent. The three were right. He was indeed very capable in dealing with the ancient corpse of the Bull King, and could occasionally help the three, but this could not play a decisive role. If this continued, the final result would inevitably be that he would run out of talent and leave.

Fang Yun glanced at the wine-making bottle and was very unwilling. It was precisely because it was not a complete holy treasure that it was of great use to him. Moreover, the difference between this treasure being incomplete and intact was not big. The important thing was the wine inside.

Moreover, Fang Yun had an idea about this treasure. If the idea succeeded, it might affect the situation of the battle between the two worlds.

Fang Yun was even willing to exchange the complete wolf-headed holy hammer for this set of wine-making tools.

Fang Yun thought of the treasure in his seashell. Once used, the result was unknown, but it was equivalent to having no backup. He had to face a real life-and-death crisis before he could use it.

The situation of the three people became more and more critical, and Fang Yun was anxious.

At this moment, Fang Yun keenly felt that there was something unusual outside the corridor. He turned his head and saw a five-level snake demon king peeping at him from a very far distance outside the door.

The man and the demon looked at each other, and the snake demon king turned and fled like a frightened bird.

Fang Yun recognized the snake demon king, who was a member of the battle outside the God-given Mountain.

Fang Yun's heart skipped a beat. Once the news that he was here was known by other demon kings, the consequences would be disastrous. He had to decide whether to leave or stay as soon as possible.

Fang Yun turned his head and looked at the wine bottle. His eyes flashed, and the holy energy and withered power surged around him.

After dozens of breaths, Fang Yun's eyes lit up, and he dipped the great scholar's pen into the thick ink on the inkstone tortoise and wrote on the holy page.

Drunk in the dark, he picked up the lamp and looked at the sword!

A sentence was just completed, and the talent surged, and the vitality of heaven and earth was violent.

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