The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

A scholar suddenly whispered: "Do you remember the precious light of that page of war poem?"

"The power of the poem soul, the original work and the three treasures handed down from generation to generation, as well as the precious light added by the literary treasure and dragon blood ink, is almost four times the original, more than enough to kill the demon general."

"Good!" Dean Yan Yang praised loudly.

The other four demon generals have already appeared. Even if they see that the pig demon general will be killed, they can only rush forward with their heads held high.

Everyone changed color. The three demon generals behind were very far away, but the one in front had already rushed to the nearby. With just one leap, it could rush in, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Moreover, it was a turtle demon general!

In every war, if there were a large number of turtles, the number of casualties of the human race would increase by at least 10%.

The human race has issued a death order to kill every turtle that participated in the war, to scare the turtles who are afraid of death! This is the only way to weaken the turtles.

Apart from this, the human race has no other way.

It is almost impossible for the monsters of the same level to break the shell of the turtle monster general, and it is even more difficult for the human race.

Just as the turtle monster general was about to jump and pounce on the mountain gate again, Fang Yun's smoke assassin waved a dagger, jumped lightly, and stabbed the turtle monster general's head.

The turtle monster general was a foot tall, like a wall, and the smoke assassin was much thinner than an ordinary human.

"Retreat!" Dean Yan ordered calmly.

No one pinned their hopes on this smoke assassin, after all, it was just the power of the scholar's war poem. Everyone retreated together, and the two scholars in the mountain gate retreated while speaking fluently.

Many people's eyes showed despair again, and the mountain gate was the last line of defense.

Once the monster turtle broke through the mountain gate, the monsters behind would inevitably follow one after another, and the entire Mingli Academy would become a purgatory on earth.

Fang Yun's smoke assassin seemed to know nothing and continued to stab the turtle monster general.

A flash of contempt flashed across the eyes of the turtle demon. In order to quickly break through the mountain gate, he did not even attack the smoke assassin. He quickly retracted his head into the turtle shell to avoid the sharp blade, and then bent his legs slightly and jumped suddenly.

The smoke assassin's fish intestine sword pierced in, and the turtle demon jumped up.

"Swish..."

A sound of cloth tearing sounded, and a thin wound appeared on the turtle demon's hard abdominal shell, running from the top of the head to the tail.

"Puff..."

The turtle demon continued to jump upwards, but the turtle shell on the abdomen suddenly opened like a door, and the bloody organs inside fell cracklingly.

The turtle demon was still flying, but he was dead.

On the mountain road, all the demons who were charging with all their strength stopped.

Behind the mountain gate, the human scholars stopped their retreat.

In the rain, all the demons looked at the empty shell of the demon turtle still flying in the sky, and finally watched it fall in front of the mountain gate and land on the low wall.

"Return to the mountain gate! Defense!" Dean Yan's voice was a little out of tune.

Everyone quickly ran back to the mountain gate, ready to continue fighting.

Fang Yun's smoke assassin stood on the mountain road, his arms hanging down, the tip of the dagger pointing to the ground.

Every demon felt that the dagger was pointing at his throat.

On the mountain road that stretched for hundreds of feet, no demon dared to move.

It was pouring rain.

A scholar riding a dragon horse appeared at the foot of the mountain, wearing a blood-red robe unique to the rebellious literati.

Others could not see clearly through the rain curtain, but in Fang Yun's eyes, the rain curtain was as if it was nothing.

Fang Yun laughed. This Liu Zizheng was exactly the same as Liu Zicheng, with a handsome little white face, but he changed from a scholar to a scholar, just an illusion.

"Fang Yun! Grandma sent me to take your dog life!" Liu Zizheng shouted with a tongue bursting spring thunder.

Fang Yun knew that the world had changed, but he did not expect that the thousand-year-old tree demon wanted to kill him. Now "Romance of the West Chamber", "A Chinese Ghost Story" and "Legend of the White Snake" have officially merged into one.

However, Fang Yun suddenly thought of the inexplicably strange smile of the old man Shushan. Could there be something else hidden?

Since this sixth mountain is so different, if he fails, will he be permanently injured or... die?

At that time in that mysterious grassland, the old man Shushan said that failure would lead to death.

Fang Yun asked with a tongue that burst into spring thunder: "Did the old witch say why she wanted to kill me?"

"You will know when you die!"

Fang Yun thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "Is it because White Snake gave me the Lingzhi from the demon world?"

"Huh? You can actually think of this? Since you guessed it, I am too lazy to hide it. Yes! The Lingzhi from the demon world can revive the dead, you are simply wasting heaven's gift! I came to Mingli Academy this time, first, to snatch Cui Yingying as my concubine, and second, to bring you to Nan Ruolin!" Liu Zizheng said.

Fang Yun said, "Then you can try. The border troops are on their way. As long as I am here, you can't climb this mountain!"

"Arrogant! I want you to see with your own eyes how I snatch Cui Yingying away!" Liu Zizheng smiled obscenely.

"You can't do it! Today, I will kill the monsters first and then you!" Fang Yun said.

"Haha... Let's not talk about whether you can kill these monsters. Even if you can, how can I be stupid enough to rush up and fight with you alone? I want to see what you can use to chase my Jiaoma! Kill! Kill the scholar named Fang Yun, and after killing him, you can all have a meal of human flesh!" Liu Zizheng ordered.

Many monsters had bloodshot eyes and licked their lips with their tongues involuntarily.

Dean Yan said angrily, "Liu Zizheng! After all, you are a human. Using human flesh as bait, aren't you worse than an animal?"

"Hahaha! Rebellious! Since we are rebellious scholars, we are naturally proud of being rebellious! We are proud of being rebellious! Not only do we want them to eat human flesh, we also want to eat it! Idiot! What are you still standing for? Hurry up and rush up!"

The monsters at the foot of the mountain did not move, but the monsters on the mountain road became agitated, wanting to move but not daring to.

"You, do you want to be grandma's fertilizer?" Liu Zizheng's face became more gloomy.

Fear flashed in the eyes of those monsters, as if they had seen something more terrible than death.

"Moo..." The bull demon in the front roared, lowered his head and rushed towards the smoke assassin with his three-foot-long horns.

"Shoot!" Dozens of long arrows flew with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The blood and qi of the bull demon surged all over his body, and the flying arrows were either bounced off or like the end of a strong crossbow, and no arrow could hurt him.

"Moo..." The bull demon shouted again and rushed to the front of the smoke assassin.

Fang Yun's eyes fixed, and the smoke assassin avoided the impact of the bull demon general like a ghost and came to the side of the bull demon general.

The fish intestine sword cut from the bull demon general's shoulder to the tail.

The cowhide is not as hard as the turtle shell, and this knife is silent.

The bull demon general is still running.

"Moo..." The voice of the bull demon general was full of fear. It turned its head subconsciously and saw that the left half of its body flew out, and its internal organs were all exposed.

The bull demon general hit the low wall with its head, and its body twitched.

The rain washed the body of the bull demon general, and the strong smell of blood spread.

"What a strong smoke assassin."

"Its dagger is a bit strange, a bit like the legendary fish intestine sword."

"Strange, without Jing Ke's poetic soul, how could such a powerful dagger appear."

Fang Yun is the king of stars.

The monsters on the mountain road stared at the smoke assassin who killed the bull demon general with one blow, and slowly retreated.

Liu Zizheng was furious and said, "Those who retreat will die!" He pointed his whip at several demon soldiers on the mountain road.

"Ahhh..."

Five wolf demons rushed over with smelly saliva, bit off the neck of a demon soldier, and then ate it. The smacking sound made the surrounding demons shudder.

"Don't do it yet!" Liu Zizheng shouted.

The demons on the mountain road looked at each other, wailing, and then their blood surged, their eyes were bloodshot, and they completely lost their minds.

"Ahhh..."

All the demons rushed to the mountain gate frantically.

Fang Yun picked up a pen to write a poem.

"When you draw a bow, you should draw a strong one, and when you use an arrow, you should use a long one. Shoot the horse first when shooting a person, and capture the king first when capturing a thief!"

All the bows and arrows around were immediately wrapped in a layer of faint light.

Fifty-seven enhanced arrows flew towards the dozen demons in the front, making a sharp and piercing sound. The demon generals did not care about the sound, but the demon soldiers suddenly shook their heads wildly and lost their fighting spirit.

Before, no round of shooting could kill a demon soldier. They were only injured but not killed. Each demon soldier could almost withstand three or four rounds of volleys, and then die after being pierced with arrows.

After this round of arrows fell, all the demon soldiers shot by arrows died!

Two demon generals were also pierced with arrows.

The two demon generals looked at the arrows in their bodies in disbelief. Although this was only a minor injury to them, it meant that as long as the number was large enough, ordinary archers could also kill demon generals!

This means that there is no difference between demon generals and demon soldiers.

Some scholars looked at Fang Yun. They didn't expect that Fang Yun was not only different from others in the smoke assassin of "Yi Shui Ge", but also stronger than others in the strong bow poem of "Capturing the King".

"Shoot!" Dean Yan, who was a juren, personally picked up the bow and arrow.

"Million victory!"

"Million victory!"

"Charge! Attack the mountain!" Liu Zizheng shouted in exasperation.

A large number of demons mobilized their blood and qi and rushed madly to the mountain.

Round after round of arrows fell, and all the demon soldiers were vulnerable, and all the demon generals could not get past Fang Yun's smoke assassin. Even if multiple demon generals joined forces and jumped from the air when the black fog assassin attacked, they could not pass the "Arrow in the Stone" level.

The rain in the sky gradually became scarce, and the dark sky began to show green light, but the blood color on the ground became heavier and heavier, and the whole mountain road was dyed red, and even heavy rain could not wash it clean.

A large number of demon corpses were piled up under the cliffs on both sides of the mountain road.

The strong smell of blood stimulated one after another boy to vomit, and after vomiting, they came back to continue shooting, and after shooting, they continued to vomit, while those scholars were not affected at all.

In less than an hour, most of the three thousand demons were exterminated.

When Liu Zizheng realized that he had failed completely, there were less than a hundred demons left around him!

Fang Yun's ability to lead everyone to kill monsters is too strong!

Fang Yun jumped onto the low wall, kicked off a piece of the fish monster's head, and said slowly: "It's our turn!"

"Retreat! Retreat!" Liu Zizheng turned his horse's head, squeezed the horse's belly hard, and fled to Nan Ruolin at a very fast speed.

After a few breaths, Liu Zizheng turned his head and said with a tongue that burst into spring thunder: "Fang Yun, you can't kill me! Wait for me to come with my grandma in person, and kill all of you! Kill you all!"

"Who said I can't kill you!" Fang Yun said softly, and picked up the pen to write.

The scholars around were puzzled. At this moment, the two sides were more than a mile apart, and the lip-sharp swords of the Jinshi could not fly that far. If Fang Yun could write poems from such a long distance, even if they were not handed down, it would be enough to rewrite history.