Zhao Wuji is going to lose.
Fang Yi was actually not surprised by this news. Zhao Wuji was a great scholar who specialized in war poetry. Although he had a long-standing reputation, he still seemed a bit unsatisfied with Song Zhiwen.
Song Zhiwen has been in the eighth rank for a long time. He controls Confucianism and Taoism. He is the leader of civil servants in the world. He can draw on the luck of civil servants. His strength is very strong.
Zhao Wuji had just touched the threshold of the eighth level, how could he be Song Zhiwen's opponent.
"Go and have a look." Fang Yi made a decision directly without hesitation.
After all, Zhao Wuji took action solely for Fang Yi, and he wanted to seek justice for Fang Yi.
…
"Master, I am going to the Confucian Saint Palace." On this day, Fang Yi came to the southeast sea and said to Zhao Zhe.
"Okay, Master, I'll go with you." Zhao Zhe responded directly without hesitation.
"Are you healed?" Zhao Zhe asked.
"Okay, I have been cultivating for many days." Fang Yi nodded. After his fate was upgraded to yellow yesterday, he had completely recovered from the injuries caused by using Jade Shattering Martial Intent.
According to Fang Yi's feelings, he felt that the greatest benefit brought by the promotion of destiny was the strong vitality.
Of course, Fang Yiben already had a plug-in like the panel at hand, so his talent points were all full.
Otherwise, Fang Yi feels that there is another benefit of life promotion, which is the improvement of talent, which breaks the previous talent limit.
In short, there are many benefits to fortune promotion, and they are not limited to any one item.
Fang Yi took out a token from his arms. It was a token that Mr. Da gave him after he was taught by Mr. Da. After a pleasant conversation, with that token, he could go to see Mr. Da at any time. .
Mr. Da is usually not easily seen by other students. Even if a scholar wants to meet Mr. Da, he needs to send a letter to inform him. Only with Mr. Da's permission can he see Mr. Da.
But with this token in hand, Fang Yi could go directly to meet Mr. Da without any communication.
Zhao Zhe grabbed Fang Yi's shoulders and summoned Qingyun. The two of them walked on the Qingyun. In just half a stick of incense, they arrived at the Confucian Sage Palace.
Outside the Confucian Saint's Palace, there is a powerful power of the formation. Normally no one can get close to it. Even the great Confucians cannot break through the power of the formation and can only pass it through.
But Fang Yi held the token and came in directly.
Zhao Zhe took another look at his disciple this time. When did Mr. Da give him the token?
The last time you taught?
Zhao Zhe thought happily that his disciple seemed to be appreciated and recognized by Mr. Da. Otherwise, Mr. Da's token would not be given to Fang Yi.
Thinking like this, Zhao Zhe was about to step into the formation, wanting to enter as gracefully as Fang Yi, but was blocked by the formation.
Zhao Zhe was a little embarrassed. He was happy for Fang Yi in his heart. He was really happy, not pretending.
But now, the embarrassment is really embarrassing.
"Today's weather..." Zhao Zhe started, looking at his disciple's puzzled expression, he continued: "It's really good..."
Fang Yi understood. He held the token in his hand and placed it on the formation barrier.
Only then did Zhao Zhe come in: "Without further delay, let's hurry up. The battle between Song Daru and Wuji Ru will be decided."
Zhao Zhe completely forgot about the embarrassment just now. As long as it's not me who's embarrassed, it's not anyone else who's embarrassed.
"Yes." Fang Yi nodded, and the two of them walked quickly towards the Confucian Sage Hall.
"Come out of the Demon Realm?" Mr. Da was not surprised when he saw Fang Yi. He didn't even open his eyes.
"Do you want to watch the battle?" Mr. Da continued to ask.
"Please allow Mr. Da." Fang Yi saluted.
"Accurate!" Mr. Da opened his eyes. One black eyeball and one white eyeball began to rotate continuously. Finally, Fang Yi saw the battle scene in Mr. Da's eyes.
The battle between the eighth-grade Confucians is a battle between the most powerful Confucianists and Taoists from Dali.
Such a battle would have huge damage and influence on everything around it.
Therefore, it is necessary to open up the battlefield independently.
In this world, the only person who can open up the battlefield independently is Mr. Da, who holds the Saint's Treasure.
Mr. Da opened up a unique void for the two great scholars to fight.
At this time, Fang Yi felt that his consciousness was spinning around and entering another world.
This place is a void, there is nothing, only two people fighting.
Fang Yi stood at the front of the battle between the two, watching the battle between the two.
The place where Fang Yi stood looked like a spectator seat, and Mr. Da was also sitting here, watching the battle above.
This time Fang Yi Min is allowed to come, and Fang Yi is here.
Zhao Zhe did not come in either. Mr. Da only allowed Fang Yi to watch the battle, but did not allow Zhao Zhe to come in.
At this time, Zhao Zhe, who was standing there, looked at Mr. Da above him, and suddenly said to himself: "Today's weather is really good."
What should I do if Disciple Lun is treated with higher courtesy than Master? This is also the first time for Zhao Zhe, and Zhao Zhe doesn’t know.
Then let's take a look at the weather outside.
"Song Zhiwen is going to try his best." Mr. Da suddenly said: "It has been so many days. They have been fighting from the second day you entered the Demon Realm to today. At the beginning, they were just sitting back and talking, and Zhao Wuji had already lost first. One round."
"As for the battle, Zhao Wuji got rid of the state of being crushed, and the fight with Song Zhiwen was back and forth."
Mr. Da shared the battle situation with Fang Yi.
"Yes." Fang Yi nodded, and took advantage of this time to tell Mr. Da his experience in the Demon Realm.
"Wang Tianyi is a trouble." Mr. Da frowned, then relaxed his brows: "But you did a good job."
"Let the other great scholars come, it's time to witness the results." Mr. Da said calmly: "Dali Great Confucian, come to see me at the Holy Confucian Palace as soon as possible."
After Mr. Da spoke, within a moment, many great scholars rushed to the Confucian Saint Palace from all over the country. Except for some great scholars who were retreating or fighting in the southeastern sea, other great scholars came.
Zhao Zhe, who was alone and embarrassed outside, took the lead and entered this empty space.
Not long after, the second, third, and more and more great scholars came.
Xu Shoucheng, Jiang Chongxu, Li Jiangchuan, Wang Shizhong, Xia Yu, Xiao Wuya, Qian Xuanfeng, plus Zhao Zhe, as well as Zhao Wuji who is fighting, the top ten great scholars in Dali have gathered together at this time, of course. , Zhou Qingfeng, who vowed to break through to the eighth level in the secret realm, and would not leave until he broke through the eighth level, did not come.
Other great scholars, such as Wang Jingzhe and others, also gathered together.
But when Mr. Da first summoned the Confucian scholars to the Confucian Holy Palace for a meeting, there were already many Confucian scholars missing and no longer came.
The war in the southeastern sea area has escalated in an all-round way and has become a funeral ground for great scholars.
To date, more than fifty great Confucians have died in the Dali Confucianism and Taoism. Many of them are old Confucian people. They have devoted their last ray of light to Dali Confucianism and Taoism.
As for bachelors and Hanlins, there are even more numerous ones.
At this time, many great scholars saw the only one who came here, Fang Yi, who was not a great scholar.
"He actually came back alive, and judging from the situation, the injury shouldn't be too serious." At this moment, Jiang Chongxu and Li Jiangchuan looked at each other and began to look at Fang Yi carefully.
The news that Fang Yi led nineteen other students to destroy the Demon Realm and walked out of the Demon Realm alive shocked the world of Confucianism and Taoism, and of course everyone knew about it.
But I heard before that Fang Yi was seriously injured, almost dying, and could die at any time.
How could it be that only a few days had passed, and Fang Yi was standing in front of all of them, and looking at his face, the energy and blood all over his body were strong and abundant, with no sign of any loss of vitality.
Other great scholars also looked at Fang Yi curiously. Many of them saw Fang Yi for the first time.
They were all sizing up this rising star. Fang Yi, who possessed astonishing poetic talent and had reached the top of the Book Mountain, was known as the greatest genius in Confucianism and Taoism in Dali. He was also passed down by word of mouth among many great Confucians.
With a smile on his face, Fang Yi looked at the great scholars one by one and responded with a smile.
"Everyone, the eighth-grade battle is also of great benefit to you. The previous battle was too peaceful and boring. Today, the two of you are about to have a showdown. Watching the eighth-grade battle will also be of great benefit to you. I hope Cherish this opportunity." Mr. Da also spoke at this time.
In the past few days, we just sat and talked about Taoism, and it was not interesting to go to a lot of trouble to call all the great scholars to watch the battle.
But today is different. Today Song Zhiwen is obviously ready to be ruthless, and Zhao Wuji may also have more powerful methods that have not been used yet. Therefore, today's battle is destined to be extremely exciting. Let these great scholars come to watch the battle, maybe It can inspire them more.
When they heard Mr. Da speak, the two people at the center of the battle stopped and turned around to look over.
It was also at this time that Zhao Wuji, who was at the center of the battle, had just seen Fang Yi, and even saw other great scholars who had come to join the battle.
He was surprised and happy, but he didn't expect Fang Yi to actually come back alive.
His excitement was beyond words. The reason why he wanted to fight for Song Zhiwen was because he was worried that Fang Yi would not come back, and he vowed to seek justice for Fang Yi.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yi could walk out of the Demon Realm alive.
At this time, Fang Yi also recounted his experience in the Demon Realm at a very fast speed.
"Fortunately, we fulfilled our mission. Nineteen other students and I destroyed the Demon Realm and escaped unharmed. All the students came back alive." Fang Yi said to Zhao Wuji.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Yi said again: "Fang Yi will never forget the kindness of Wu Jiru."
After hearing the news, Song Zhiwen also laughed wildly and said: "Fang Yi, well done. You have done a great job in destroying the Demon Realm. You are a contributor to my Confucianism and Taoism."
"I can make the decision. You can put forward a condition. As long as it is not excessive, I can agree to it." Song Zhiwen was really happy. Destroying the Demon Realm means destroying future enemies. For Confucianism and Taoism, this is not a good thing. It's really great news.
"Okay." Fang Yi nodded, "Since Song Daru has spoken, Fang Yi has a merciless request."
Song Zhiwen glanced at Fang Yi and suddenly realized what Fang Yi wanted to say, but the words had been spoken just now and could not be taken back. However, he still spoke in a low voice: "Fang Yi, the reward I mentioned is only for You’re alone, do you understand what I mean?”
Fang Yi shook his head: "In the Battle of the Demon Realm, the twenty of us experienced nine deaths, and almost died there several times. Fang Yi can't be so selfish."
"Fang Yi, today I invite Mr. Da and all the great scholars to testify. Today, Fang Yi just wants to ask for one thing from all the great scholars, or in other words, Da Li Confucianism." Fang Yi stood up and spoke loudly.
"Say." Song Zhiwen already knew what Fang Yi wanted.
"Fang Yi, I want fairness!"
"Fang Yi, do you really think that you destroyed the Demon Realm and that the entire Dali Confucianism and Taoism owes you? Song Daru wanted to reward you for his kindness, but you actually want to open your mouth like a lion. Tell me, what on earth do you want to do?" Jiang Chongxu didn't wait for Song Zhiwen to speak, but spoke first: "Fang Yi, just stop it when you see fit!"
"Yes, Fang Yi, why are you so ignorant?" Li Jiangchuan also echoed at this time: "Now is the time when the country is in crisis, and the entire Confucianism and Taoism of Dali are the same enemy. Because of your words, Zhao Wuji and Song The great Confucian drew his sword at me, what crime do you deserve!"
"Why, you two great scholars, do you think I don't exist?" Zhao Zhe snorted coldly at this time, and he opened his mouth and said to Mr. Da: "Mr. Da, please open a battlefield. I want to compete with Jiang Daru and Li Daru! !”
"Accurate!" Mr. Da didn't hesitate at all. He took out a hosta from his hand and waved it in the air to draw a battlefield.
"Zhao Zhe, Master, just because we respect you does not mean that we are afraid of you. If you really want to fight us, we are not afraid, we will fight!" Jiang Chongxu and Li Jiangchuan looked at each other and rushed directly into the battlefield. middle.
The two of them are definitely not afraid. The eighth-level battle between Song Zhiwen and Zhao Wuji is almost coming to a close. Zhao Wuji is no match for Song Zhiwen.
Song Daru is on their side, so they naturally won't worry. As for Zhao Zhe, although he is a veteran great scholar at the peak of the seventh grade, it is still difficult for one person to defeat the two of them.
As long as Zhao Zhe is held back and Song Zhiwen defeats Zhao Wuji, everything will come to an end.
A mere fourth-grade Confucian student still wants to stir up the Confucianism and Taoism in Dali. He simply has no idea.
Ridiculously funny.
The other great scholars looked at each other, but no one spoke.
They all knew the whole story about the Summit Tournament and the discussion among the ten top scholars. Although everyone knew that it was unfair, no one spoke up.
Their level is not up to par and no one will listen to them.
"Fang Yi, what do you want?" Song Zhiwen took a deep breath, then looked at Fang Yi and asked.
"Song Daru, it's not that I want anything, but that I just want justice." Fang Yi said.
"Previously, in the pinnacle competition, those students who did not go to the Demon Realm, but got the treasures of the great scholars, I want all the great scholars to take back their treasures, is this not possible?" Fang Yi stood up straight.
"We worked hard and worked hard, but they benefited from it. I'm afraid it will chill the hearts of us students who have been through life and death."
"In the Demon Realm, other students who have not received the treasure of Confucianism are working as hard as us, but they are raising the worms of Confucianism, the scum and shame of Confucianism. I feel unworthy for us, I hope for a fair result!"
Fang Yi's eyes were cold: "If Da Li Confucianism and Taoism are unfair, Fang Yi will complain about injustice for one day. If those treasures of great Confucianism are not taken back, Fang Yi will not give up for one day!"
"Bold!!" Song Zhiwen was furious, "Are you threatening me?"
"Fang Yi dare not threaten Song Daru." Fang Yi raised his head and glanced at Song Zhiwen, took out the Tianshan jade from his arms and placed it on the ground: "This is Song Daru's treasure. Fang Yi dare not accept it. Today Give it back to Song Daru!"
The mountain jade of that day is the treasure of the eighth-grade scholar rewarded by Song Zhiwen as a reward for the first place in the peak competition.
But now, Fang Yi wants to return him to Song Daru.
This action moved all the great scholars. What was Fang Yi doing? This was a blatant slap in Song Zhiwen's face.
Fang Yi did not want the treasure of the eighth-grade scholar given by the great scholar of the Song Dynasty.
"Hahahaha, you are a good boy, you are bloody, I like it!!" Zhao Wuji laughed wildly: "Young friend Fang Yi, don't worry, I will take back those treasures of the Confucian scholars even if I risk my life."
"Fang Yi, you have to think about it." Song Daru obviously didn't expect that Fang Yi's character would be so unruly, and he was about to fall out.
"Fang Yi has thought about it." Fang Yi nodded: "Please order Song Daru to take back those great Confucian treasures."
"What if I don't?" Song Zhiwen was so angry that a calm look appeared on his face. He spoke and looked at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi suddenly laughed wildly, laughing so hard that he could hardly stand up.
Everyone looked at Fang Yi blankly, even Mr. Da frowned, a little worried about Fang Yi's state.
Fang Yi had laughed enough and stood up straight again: "Master said: It is better to have jade in pieces than to be in ruins."
After saying this, Fang Yi burst out with terrifying talent and walked forward: "Song Daru, Fang Yi, I challenge you. Our battle will not only determine the difference between superior and inferior, but also determine life and death!"
Crazy, completely crazy! !
Everyone looked at Fang Yi in disbelief. He, he actually wanted to challenge the top scholar who was the eighth-grade prime minister with his fourth-grade sincerity!
Xia Yu stood up: "Fang Yi, don't be stupid!"
Xiao Wuya also said: "Fang Yi, go back, now is not the time to lose your temper."
Xu Shoucheng also said: "Fang Yi, there should be a solution to this matter. This is not the time for you to act on your own initiative."
Wang Shizhong also stood up: "Fang Yi, go back."
Wang Jingzhe also said: "Junior brother, you still have a bright future, there is no need to ruin it because of this incident."
Fang Yi shook his head, his eyes extremely determined. He had never been so determined as he was today.
"Fang Yi appreciates the kindness of all the great scholars." Fang Yi opened his mouth and saluted the other great scholars.
"You great scholars may have never seen the desperate eyes of those disciples from poor families, but they went to the Demon Realm without hesitation. They should not be treated like that." Fang Yi thought of what those disciples from poor families said under Wang Tianyi's temptation. words from the heart.
They were afraid, but they never flinched.
They knew that they would die in the Demon Realm, but in the Demon Realm, they all tried their best to kill the demons.
"Dali Confucianism is sick." Fang Yi shook his head and took another step forward: "If we can save Dali Confucianism and sacrifice, let's start with me, Fang Yi."
Song Zhiwen suddenly laughed wildly: "Fang Yi, if you can persevere until now, I really appreciate you. If you want to fight with me, it's not impossible, but you have to know that I can't do it with just one finger." , can kill you."
Fang Yi looked at Song Zhiwen without any fear, "Song Daru, there are always some things that are more precious than life!"
Everyone present fell silent.
After a moment, Wang Jingzhe suddenly spoke: "Song Daru, Wang Jingzhe is not convinced. Wang Jingzhe is willing to fight with Song Daru."
Zhao Zhe, who was in the battle, also said: "After Zhao Zhe kills Jiang Daru and Li Daru, we will fight Song Daru again."
Xia Yu was silent for a moment, and then said: "Song Daru, please give the order to take back the great scholar's treasure!"
Xu Shoucheng followed closely behind. As Luo Qingyi's master, he really couldn't see Fang Yi dying here today. He asked: "Song Daru, Shoucheng is willing to take the position of the top great scholar in exchange for Song Daru's order." , take back the treasure of the great Confucian."
"Song Dynasty scholar, please give an order to take back the treasure of the scholar." Xiao Wuya also stood up.
"Song Daru, Fang Yi is the greatest genius in Confucianism and Taoism. I secretly believe that Fang Yi is right. Please order Song Daru to take back the great scholar's treasure." Wang Shizhong also spoke at this time.
His disciple Xiao Ming returned from the Demon Realm and actually broke his own limitations, and his future achievements may be even higher than his.
As for Fang Yi, I don't know how much stronger he is than Xiao Ming, and he will definitely be the choice of the saint in the future.
Song Zhiwen was so rebellious that he even wanted to kill the fifth sage of Confucianism and Taoism, but no one was willing to do so.
Some other great scholars spoke one after another, especially those from Jiangnan Academy, Shu Middle School Palace, and Beiliang Academy. The great scholars spoke one after another, asking Song Daru to take back his life.
If Fang Yi dies today, it will definitely be a huge loss for Confucianism and Taoism, and the sequelae will probably cause the entire Dali Confucianism and Taoism to fall apart.
Song Zhiwen looked at each one at this time, and finally laughed wildly: "Are you trying to force me, Song Zhiwen?"
None of the great scholars answered.
Song Zhiwen nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, since everyone has expressed their stance like this, Song Zhiwen will also express his stance today."
"Everyone can come together. If you can defeat me, Song Zhiwen, Song Zhiwen will promise you and order the treasure of the Confucian scholar to be taken back!" Song Zhiwen glanced at everyone, and after one last look at Fang Yi, he turned back to Zhao Wuji said: "Fang Yi, Wuji Confucian, you can also come together."
"Okay, I am willing to learn Song Daru's clever tricks." Xia Yu spoke first, then looked at Mr. Da and said: "Please allow Mr. Da."
Mr. Da didn't show any expression and said directly: "That's right!"
Mr. Big never seems to refuse any request they make. As long as they say it, Mr. Big will grant it.
In an instant, Xia Yu, Xiao Wuya, Wang Shizhong, Xu Shoucheng, Wang Jingzhe and many other great scholars all jumped in.
In total, there are more than twenty great scholars.
Fang Yi also jumped in.
However, all the great scholars stood in front of Fang Yi and blocked Fang Yi with their bodies.
Zhao Wuji stood at the front.
"I only give you one move." Song Zhiwen said calmly at this time.
In an instant, the great scholars did not waste any time and took action directly.
Xiao Wuya transformed into a million elite soldiers and rushed towards Song Da Ru.
Zhao Wuji was full of fighting power and recited his unique battle poem, "Slaying the Great Demon". This poem was composed by Zhao Wuji when he was a seventh-level scholar and killed an eighth-level demon. It was extremely powerful.
He usually never uses it, but now he tried his best for this last battle.
Xu Shoucheng, the great scholar, took out a book from his arms. Each page of the book contained his own powerful magical power. At this time, the whole book was scattered into dozens of pages. On top of dozens of pages, each page contained terrifying powers. At this time, all of his magical powers were blasted towards Song Daru.
In addition, many great scholars such as Wang Shizhe and Wang Jingzhe each used their magical powers to rush towards Song Great Confucianism.
The shocking blow of such a top scholar could almost destroy dozens of cities. This time, all of them fell on Song Daru.
"Do you know, what is the difference between the seventh-grade peak and the eighth-grade?" Song Daru faced the countless magical powers coming and going. He didn't care at all, but approached step by step and walked toward everyone.
Take a step with him.
Xiao Wuya's millions of elite soldiers turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Taking another step, Xu Shoucheng's books all collapsed.
In another step, the magical powers of other great scholars were all resolved by Song Daru.
But Song Daru was still calm and calm, as if he was not exerting any force at all.
However, at this time, Zhao Wuji's sword had already landed on Song Daru's head.
Song Daru then spoke and said with a slight smile: "Wu Ji Ru's sword is quite good."
As he spoke, Song Daru did not dodge, he opened his hands, stretched out his two fingers, and directly faced Zhao Wuji's sword.
In the end, Song Zhiwen undoubtedly held Zhao Wuji's sword with two fingers.
That sword could no longer cut off an inch.
"Kill me!!" Zhao Wuji swung down violently, and even more terrifying power was instantly added to the sword.
The terrifying sword finally struck down hard.
"Boom!" That sword was as powerful as breaking a bamboo, cutting off Song Daru's fingers and cutting off Song Daru's body.
"Wujiru, it seems like he has touched the threshold of the eighth grade." Song Zhiwen's body turned into two halves, but he still said: "This sword is of great quality."
After saying that, Song Zhiwen's body instantly disappeared under the power of Zhao Wuji's sword.
The other great scholars were all stunned and looked at Song Zhi who had turned into nothingness with strange expressions on their faces and asked: "Is it that simple?"
Song Zhiwen was hunted down by everyone so easily?
Did they win? ?
Zhao Wuji felt something was wrong. Although the sword just now was strong, it would be strange if Song Zhiwen was so easy to kill.
"Everyone, do you know where the biggest gap is between the eighth-grade and seventh-grade peaks?" Song Zhiwen's voice came again.
This time, everyone realized that Song Zhiwen was not dead.
Soon, in the eyes of everyone, Song Zhiwen's body that had turned into ashes just now condensed into shape again and became what it was before.
"The biggest difference between the eighth level and the seventh level peak is that you can be immortal." Song Zhiwen stood on the spot at this time and said: "The eighth level of martial arts is called immortality, which is the treasure of the body. It has been excavated to the most powerful state, almost like a god-man. Although Confucianism and Taoism do not excavate physical treasures, they have the same characteristics as the eighth-level martial arts, and have a slight ability to be immune to damage."
"Wujiru, if you can really step into the eighth level, your old illnesses will recover instantly without leaving any hidden wounds." With that said, Song Zhiwen took another step forward.
"Everyone, I said, I will only give you one move." Song Zhiwen spoke again.
He didn't take any action the whole time, but allowed everyone to attack him. He was just passively beaten, but he didn't take the initiative to take action.
At this time, he stood in front of everyone and opened his hands. This was the first time he took action.
He pointed his finger at everyone.
In an instant, a overwhelming sense of suffocation surged towards the great scholars.
Those great scholars felt as if their legs were filled with lead, forcing them to feel a little unsteady even when standing.
"So strong!!" Even though many great scholars were standing in front of Fang Yi, his internal organs were still squeezed so hard that he could hardly bear it, and all his orifices began to bleed.
The other great Confucians, on the other hand, were in a state of confusion. They were knocked down by Song Zhiwen's pointing and could not get up from the ground.
This is the power of the eighth-grade scholar.
Suppress with the snap of a finger!
Even the four top scholars Xu Shoucheng, Wang Shizhong, Xia Yu and Xiao Wuya were like three-year-old babies in front of Song Zhiwen, who could be crushed at will.
They are not on the same level at all.
The other great scholars watching the battle below all looked at Song Zhiwen in disbelief, as if they were meeting Song Daru for the first time.
It's true, they have never seen such a powerful Song Daru.
They had never seen Song Daru attack with all his strength before.
They originally thought that the seventh-grade peak was almost the same as the eighth-grade.
But now they clearly know why Song Zhiwen is an eighth-grade Confucian scholar, and why Song Zhiwen can become the head of civil servants and the leader of Confucianism and Taoism.
This is the method of a saint.
Zhao Wuji also had a bitter look on his face and said in a harsh voice: "Did you hold back your hand before??"
Everyone knows that Zhao Wuji and Song Zhiwen fought for dozens of days, and they thought that the battle between Zhao Wuji and Song Zhiwen was even.
However, he never expected that they were just sitting and talking at first. Even in the fight, Song Zhiwen forcibly suppressed his own cultivation and fought back and forth with Zhao Wuji.
It turned out that those were not Song Daru’s true strength.
The real strength of Song Daru is that he can kill all the great scholars present with a snap of his fingers.
This is him fighting with all his strength.
"Very strong." Everyone's face was filled with bitterness. They didn't know it until they had fought. Once the battle ended, they felt deep despair.
"Everyone, is there anyone who is willing to fight Song?" Song Zhiwen looked at the other great scholars and asked.
All the great scholars were silent, and no one spoke.
They are not all in the same realm. What should I hit with, my head?
"If there's no one around, just disperse. That's the end of the matter." Song Zhiwen finally showed a satisfied smile.
If he didn't take action, many great scholars would really think that he only had a false reputation. After what happened here, no one would think so anymore.
"Song Daru." At this moment, Fang Yi raised his head. Although the seven orifices were bleeding, Fang Yi still tried to make his body stand straighter and taller: "Song Daru, Fang Yi, you haven't fallen down yet. !”
"Fang Yi, I cherish my talents, but that doesn't mean that my patience is unlimited." Song Zhiwen looked at Fang Yi, with a slight move of his finger, Fang Yi's body flew out.
Fang Yi fell to the ground, spitting out blood.
But immediately, he stood up vigorously.
On the panel, Fang Yi added his Confucianism and Taoism realm to the fifth-grade Hanlin using luck points.
Fang Yi was surrounded by a huge amount of talent. After a while, Fang Yi's injuries were restored. Fang Yi felt that his talent was surging, and his whole body became more powerful.
Just like that, Fang Yi slowly stood up.
[Fair fight, life and death decision]
You have 2 options. 1. Continue to have a tough confrontation with Song Zhiwen.
[Auspicious sign: You will eventually get the justice you want, dare to risk the world's disapproval, and do things that no one before you dared to do. You will receive 500 luck points and an additional 100 fortune points.
Ominous aspect: Weak people die through hard resistance. You are not strong enough to compete with Song Zhiwen. If you force yourself to fight, you may die. 】
2. Surrender to this.
[Auspicious sign: You will not suffer any losses. If you pursue good luck and avoid bad luck, you will receive an additional 800 luck points as a reward and 200 fortune points.
Ominous appearance: There is no ominous appearance. 】
"Hahahaha." Fang Yi laughed wildly. Looking at the content on the panel, he smiled from ear to ear and bent down with laughter.
Surrender?
I, Fang Yi, have never known what surrender means.
Along the way, I have always strived for my destiny from heaven and changed my destiny against heaven, so that I have everything I have today.
If I had surrendered, I would have long since become a corpse in the cold winter of the North, and a meal for the beasts in the North.
Fang Yi will never surrender! !
Fang Yi chose to continue to confront Song Zhiwen, he wanted fairness in his heart.
"Song Daru, Fang Yi is not convinced, Fang Yi - not convinced!!" Fang Yi stood up straight at this time and challenged Song Zhiwen again.
"Fang Yi, you are very good, but you are very stubborn." Song Zhiwen shook his head and looked at Fang Yi: "Today, I will break up your bones to see how hard they are. .”
With that said, Song Zhiwen moved his big hand again, and a terrifying force instantly hit Fang Yi.
At the critical moment, Zhao Wuji took action again and blocked Fang Yi.
There was just a "bang" sound, and a terrifying force swept across Zhao Wuji in an instant. Zhao Wuji's body retreated continuously, and blood overflowed from his mouth.
"Wujiru, you are no match for me." Song Zhiwen shook his head: "I am willing to sit down and talk with you because you have the potential to become an eighth-level Confucian, but you are so ignorant of current affairs that there is no hope for you to become an eighth-level Confucian in this life. "
"Get out of the way, you can live for a few more days." Song Zhiwen's expression turned completely cold. The successive accidents and the successive confrontations had exhausted the limit of his patience, and he couldn't bear it anymore.
No one can stop him anymore, no one.
But Zhao Wuji still stood firmly in front of Fang Yi. No one in the room could stop Song Zhiwen anymore, only he could remain in a stalemate with Song Zhiwen for a while.
If he risked his life and fought to the death with Song Zhiwen, he might be able to delay it even longer.
"Wujiru, I heard that you specialize in war poetry??" At this moment, Fang Yi, who was behind Zhao Wuji, suddenly spoke.
Zhao Wuji was slightly startled, wondering what Fang Yi meant when he suddenly asked.
Fang Yi smiled and spoke: "Wujiru, Fang Yi has been inspired by his feelings in the past few days and composed a few war poems, which he wanted to give to Wujiru."
Zhao Wuji was startled, and then he was overjoyed: "Little friend Fang Yi, please read it out and listen to it."
"That's how it should be." Fang Yi glanced at the other great scholars and spoke.
"This first song is called "Walking in the Army""
"The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy."
Fang Yi read out the first sentence.
The surrounding Qi of heaven and earth changed instantly, and a monstrous talent burst out from Fang Yi.
Within his body, the starlight of Wenqu shone, and then all that talent was transferred to Zhao Wujiru.
Zhao Wuji was surprised and happy, he laughed wildly and looked at Song Zhiwen: "Song Zhiwen, today, I am fighting for this old bone, but I want to learn your true skills."
"Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City." Fang Yi remained calm and continued to read the second sentence.
Song Zhiwen's expression remained unchanged and he looked at Fang Yi: "Do you want to help Zhao Wuji break through with the help of war poems, or in other words, to fight me by enhancing Zhao Wuji's combat power??"
"You may have made a wrong calculation." Song Zhiwen shook his head. In the face of absolute strength, everything else is false.
"The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is full of noise." Fang Yi continued to speak, and his talents continued to rush towards Zhao Wuji.
Song Zhiwen was right. Fang Yi had exactly this idea. It was natural that he could not defeat Song Zhiwen now. Song Zhiwen was an eighth-grade scholar after all.
But maybe Zao Wou-Ki can.
Zhao Wuji has already touched the threshold of the eighth grade, and he specializes in war poetry. War poetry, Fang Yi has too many here.
The power around Zhao Wuji now expanded dozens of times compared to before. He felt that there was inexhaustible power around him, and it was extremely powerful.
At the same time, Fang Yi also read out the last line of poetry.
"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."
In an instant, all the scholars present felt the ringing in their ears, especially the last line of the poem, "It is better to be a centurion than a scholar." This sentence made everyone's hearts surge.
Fang Yi was using today's events to mock everyone present.
"Military March"
"The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy."
"Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City."
"The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy and makes the sound of drums."
"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."
"Hahaha, hahahaha." Zhao Wuji laughed so hard at this moment that he slashed at Song Zhiwen with his sword, and then said: "Song Zhiwen, how do you like this poem?"
"One song, maybe not very good." Song Zhiwen looked on coldly: "I still can't save you, and I can't save him."
"If one song doesn't work, Fang Yi has a second song!!"
At this moment, Fang Yi Tu spoke loudly.
All the great scholars were even more shocked. He could actually compose war poems?
Some people died, but not completely...
