Song Zhiwen's tone was full of joy, but at the same time, there was also endless helplessness.
He did underestimate Fang Yi.
Fang Yi has indeed been surprising him from the beginning to now.
This poem completely conquered Song Zhiwen.
Zhao Wuji previously pursued the ultimate in fighting and neglected the cultivation of his state of mind. This was the reason why he had touched the threshold of the eighth level, but could not go any further.
He was too self-motivated, and he had been like this from the beginning, otherwise he wouldn't have been called a "madman" before.
This is not only a strength, but also the biggest weakness that restricts him from going further.
Fang Yi helped him make up for this last shortcoming.
Zhao Wuji's state of mind was completely perfect at this time. He had officially entered the palace and entered the realm of the eighth-grade Confucian.
When he stabilizes his state of mind, he will be considered a true eighth-grade scholar.
How could this not make Song Zhiwen feel happy?
For so many years, Dali Confucianism and Taoism have been unable to survive alone. With the addition of Zao Wu-ki, DaLi Confucianism and Taoism are expected to revive in the future.
At this time, Song Zhiwen no longer continued to seal the world, but transformed his figure into its original shape again.
"This battle ends here." Song Zhiwen said, dissipating his powerful talent.
There is no need to fight again.
Zhao Wuji has already broken through to the eighth level of Great Confucianism, so there is no need to continue fighting like this.
Zhao Wuji had just stabilized his realm at this time and needed to retreat to gain strength, so he was not suitable to continue fighting.
Otherwise, the foundation is unstable and it is very likely to slip into the realm in the future.
Song Zhiwen didn't want to see this scene.
"Song Daru is preparing to issue an order to take back the great scholar's treasure?" Zhao Wuji looked at Song Zhiwen at this time and asked.
"Please order the great scholar of the Song Dynasty to take back the great scholar's treasure." Fang Yi also said at this time.
"Huh??" Song Zhiwen's face instantly turned cold: "What did I say before?"
"Did you defeat me??" Song Zhiwen waved his hand at this time, turned around and left: "Don't mention this matter again, Wujiru, you should practice in seclusion as soon as possible."
"So, don't we still have to fight??" Zhao Wuji smiled lightly. Contrary to the previous scene, this time, Zhao Wuji's talent surged around him, sealing off the world.
Song Zhiwen couldn't get out.
Fang Yi didn't speak anymore.
Song Zhiwen's expression became even more ugly: "Zhao Wuji, I have been forbearing for so long, do you treat me like a soft persimmon?"
"You can't defeat me. Your breakthrough to the eighth level is enough. What else do you want?" Song Zhiwen turned back to look at Zhao Wuji and spoke angrily.
"My friend Fang Yi and I just want justice, is it so difficult??" Zhao Wuji sighed and said: "Since Song Daru refuses to give the order, then I have no choice but to accompany him to the end and continue to fight. I have said that I will Help little friend Fang Yi to get justice, don’t break your word.”
"Song Daru, please." Zhao Wuji spoke firmly without any hesitation.
…
The other great scholars looked at the battlefield with shocked faces.
They were shocked by Song Daru's persistence, and even more admired the persistence of Fang Yi and Zhao Wuji.
The great scholar of the Song Dynasty did not want to order the recovery of the great scholar's treasure because it would involve a dispute in the court. He was of the prince's lineage, and many of the choices he made had to be made for the prince to successfully inherit the throne.
Taking back the treasure of the Confucian scholar is not in the interest of the Prince of the East Palace, and Song Da Ru is certainly not willing to do it.
But Fang Yi and Zhao Wuji are both paranoid lunatics by nature. They accept death and will not give up until they achieve their goals.
If these two people meet together, I'm afraid it won't be easy to resolve the matter.
"Zhao Wuji, Fang Yi, I have told you that I cherish my talents and I am not willing to kill you. You should be able to feel it." Song Zhiwen said calmly at this time: "But, you are holding me back I must persecute myself no matter what."
"The Master said: It is tolerable, but what is unbearable?"
"Today, in front of everyone, I am not afraid to kill you. You forced me to do all this!!"
With that said, Song Zhiwen finally stopped defending this time and took the initiative to attack.
Song Zhiwen was actually right in what he said before. He never made a fatal move.
But this time, he was not prepared to hold back any longer.
Song Zhiwen walked towards Zhao Wuji step by step: "I forgot to tell you, three years ago, I was already at the peak of the eighth level."
"Zhao Wuji, you are entering the eighth level for the first time, so you may not know the difference between the eighth level and the peak eighth level."
Song Zhiwen raised his hand and then lowered it.
The talent that surged in Zhao Wuji's body just now became a restriction and seal here. At this time, with Song Zhiwen raising his hand and waving his hand, it completely dissipated.
"Did you see it?" Song Zhiwen looked at Zhao Wuji with cold eyes: "This is the difference."
"Boom!" Song Zhiwen pointed his finger at Zhao Wuji in the air. The power fell on Zhao Wuji, and a crackling sound of "bang, bang, bang, bang" instantly broke out.
Zhao Wuji was injured all over his body and was bleeding profusely.
Zhao Wuji, who had just entered the eighth level, could not withstand the attack of Song Zhiwen, who was at the peak of the eighth level.
One move after another, it was clear.
"Song Daru really hid his strength." You Daru sighed.
They had guessed before that it had been many years since Song Daru became an eighth-level scholar. With his skills, he might have cultivated himself to the point of being able to communicate with gods and creation.
Song Daru just now still held back.
This time was Song Zhiwen's true combat power.
The battle between the two eighth-level scholars, carrying Fang Yi, made Fang Yi, who was closest to the two and in the battlefield, very uncomfortable.
The aftermath of their shock fell on Fang Yi, which was too heavy for Fang Yi's life to bear.
Fang Yi's body was immediately chapped and bleeding from all his orifices.
…
"Mr. Da, please take action to stop it!" At this moment, several Da Confucians began to speak.
They knew that the battle between Zhao Wuji and Song Zhiwen was now really fierce. No matter who would win in the end, it would be an immeasurable loss to Confucianism.
Especially now that it is one-sided, if Song Zhiwen is allowed to defeat Zhao Wuji, and because of this, Zhao Wuji is unable to consolidate the eighth level, or even directly decline to the seventh level, it will be a huge loss for Confucianism and Taoism.
But their cultivation realm is shallow, and they have no say at all, and they can't stop it.
At this time, they can only place their hope on Mr. Da.
Mr. Da is the master of Confucianism, equivalent to half a saint. Only Mr. Da speaks to stop it, or Mr. Da directly blocks it, which may be able to stop the fight between the two Confucian scholars.
Mr. Da shook his head and had no intention of taking action.
From the beginning, Mr. Da was aloof and did not express any opinions at all. Even his expression was the same as before. He had the same expression throughout the whole process.
Mr. Da didn't even say a word in response to the requests of the great scholars.
The other great scholars are a little desperate, watching helplessly as a new eighth-grade great scholar is about to rise, but after today, he is afraid that he will fall.
…
"Little friend Fang Yi, can you still hold on?" At this time, while Zhao Wuji was tired of dealing with it, he still glanced at Fang Yi and asked.
He saw that Fang Yi was not in very good condition. There were terrible wounds all over his body. He was obviously seriously injured.
After all, Fang Yi's cultivation strength is still too weak. In such a battle between eighth-level scholars, let alone him, even if any great scholar on the sidelines comes in, he will be seriously injured.
Fang Yi coughed a few times, spit out the red blood in his mouth, and then struggled to stand up.
"Zhao Daru." Fang Yi said with difficulty: "I...I have one last war poem that I want to give to you."
Hope suddenly appeared in Zhao Wuji's already distracted eyes.
Fang Yi, Fang Yi actually has war poems!
As soon as these words came out, both Song Zhiwen and other great scholars were stunned.
They were shocked again.
Fang Yi actually has war poems? ?
How many war poems does he have? ?
How much potential does he still have that has not been tapped?
Fang Yi stood up.
"This poem is called "Jiang Chengzi, Wuji Goes Hunting."" Fang Yi's talent continued to flow into his internal organs, nourishing and soothing the extremely serious injuries in Fang Yi's body.
"I'm talking about being a teenager. I hold the yellow on my left and the blue on my right. I wear a brocade hat and a mink coat, and I ride on a thousand horses."
Fang Yi read word for word.
"In order to repay the beautiful city, I followed the governor, shot the tiger myself, and watched Sun Lang."
"This is a war speech!!" The other scholars became excited again.
Fang Yi, Fang Yi actually made a war speech again.
"No, this poem is so powerful and majestic as soon as it is written in Shangque. If it were the whole poem, it would be okay." A great scholar exclaimed.
Zhao Wuji's strength suddenly surged again.
The power of Song Zhiwen's one finger continued to fall, but unfortunately, compared with before, the power of one finger this time could no longer shake Zhao Wuji at all.
"I'm drunk, my chest is still open, and my temples are slightly frosty, so what's the problem? When will Feng Tang be dispatched in the cloud of integrity?"
"I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf."
Fang Yi finally supported his body and read out the complete battle speech.
As soon as this word came out, the energy of heaven and earth changed.
At this time, in the outside world, the Pojun Star was shining brightly, almost shining on the world.
In the past, the brightest star among the Big Dipper was Wenquxing Kuixing, but this time, after Fang Yi's poem was written, Pojunxing's starlight even surpassed Wenquxing.
The terrifying Wenqu starlight projected a beam that directly illuminated this place.
Although this is a unique battlefield opened by Mr. Da, the starlight of Pojun still shines here.
Seventy percent of Pojun's starlight illuminated Fang Yi, and the other 30% illuminated Zhao Wuji.
The aura around Zhao Wuji was rising steadily.
Fang Yi spoke again: "This poem was written by Zhao Wujiru."
In an instant, Pojun's starlight separated from Fang Yi's body again, and once again all of its light shone on Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji laughed wildly. He repeated Fang Yi's words of war word for word: "I am so crazy as a teenager!!"
"Song Zhiwen, in today's battle, you may die by my hands!!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked!
Some people died, but not completely...
