Confucian Zhao Wuji actually said such a thing?
Is Song Daru going to die at the hands of Zhao Daru?
But Song Daru is a strong man at the peak of the eighth level. Even if Zhao Daru reaches the eighth level today, he is still no match for Song Daru.
Mr. Da frowned slightly. He had been watching the battle from the sidelines, but he had not spoken.
This time, he stared at Zhao Wuji.
He felt that Zhao Wuji's strength was increasing inch by inch, and the originally unstable eighth-level realm was now completely stabilized.
No one else can notice this change, but only Mr. Da can notice it.
Mr. Da is a powerful person comparable to the semi-saint level. He can subtlely sense the changes in Zhao Wuji.
With the help of Fang Yi's poem, Zao Wou-Ki successfully reached the true eighth level.
Song Zhiwen also looked at Zhao Wuji in surprise and doubt.
Like Mr. Da, he clearly sensed the changes in Zhao Wuji.
"You actually stabilized your realm?" Song Zhiwen was a little surprised, and for a moment, he held his hand.
"I'm talking about being a teenager!" Zhao Wuji stared at Song Zhiwen at this time.
As he read these words, the power around him began to expand rapidly, swelling to dozens of times stronger than his previous state.
"The left hand is holding the yellow, the right is holding the blue sky, wearing a brocade hat and a mink fur coat, and a thousand cavalry rolling around the flat hill."
Zhao Wuji read the poem given to him by Fang Yi word by word.
From Fang Yi's perspective, the light of Pojun Star was shining all over Zhao Wuji. With the blessing of Pojun Star, Zhao Wuji's strength would become stronger and stronger.
At this time, a yellow talent in his left hand instantly transformed into a divine dog, which barked and howled at the moon. A cyan talent in his right hand transformed into an eagle looking around, standing next to Zhao Wuji.
Under Zhao Wuji's legs, a horse transformed from talent grew, and behind him were thousands of cavalry, following behind him.
The image in this poem turned into Zhao Wuji's fighting power at this time.
Under such combat power, Song Zhiwen felt palpitations for the first time.
This is a tremor that he has never felt since he became an eighth-grade scholar and the Prime Minister.
Especially three years ago, when he became the eighth-level peak, he never felt the fear again.
That time, when he took several top seventh-grade scholars to the southeastern sea to seal the demons, he never felt this feeling.
But now Zao Wuji gave him this feeling.
"In order to repay the allure of the city, follow the prefect, shoot the tiger myself, and watch Sun Lang." Zhao Wuji continued to recite this poem at this time, his fighting spirit and murderous intention were all accumulating, ready to go at any time.
"It doesn't matter if your chest and courage are still open after drinking a lot of wine, and there is a little frost on your temples?" Zhao Wuji continued to read.
"Zhijie Yunzhong, when will Feng Tang be dispatched?" Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji's powerful strength had accumulated to an extremely terrifying level.
Almost to the breaking point.
Amid much anticipation, Zao Wou-Ki finally read out the last verse of his poem.
"I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf."
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Wuji used his own talent to draw his bow and arrow, and aimed an arrow at Song Zhiwen, who was northwest of Zhao Wuji at this time.
At this time, Song Zhiwen had transformed into a wolf in Zhao Wuji's eyes.
"Whoosh!!" Zhao Wuji charged up and fired, and the terrifying power on the bow and arrow instantly condensed together.
"Roar!" The yellow divine dog turned into a heavenly dog at this time, opened its bloody mouth, and went straight towards Song Zhiwen to swallow it.
The goshawk hovered above, making a low roaring sound. It was like an arrow from the string, and in conjunction with Zhao Wuji's arrow and the heavenly dog, it sent a fatal blow towards Song Zhiwen.
At this time, Song Zhiwen's incarnation of the Heavenly Wolf, which was more than eight feet long, rushed directly towards the Heavenly Dog.
A slap smashed the Tengu into pieces, and the Tengu's figure broke into dozens of pieces, but then it condensed into shape again, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into dozens of Tengu again, and now it rushed towards Song Zhiwen again.
The goshawk also arrived at this moment.
The long mouth as hard and sharp as a knife, comparable to the most powerful weapon in the world, came straight towards Song Zhiwen.
"Clang, clang, clang." The goshawk's long beak collided with Song Zhiwen's, making a sound like the collision of gold and stone. Finally, a deep and unsettling mark was left on Song Zhiwen's body. Shallow marks.
Song Zhiwen was injured for the first time.
But after being injured, Song Zhiwen went even crazier. Sirius' body began to grow continuously, smashing the snarling yellow divine dogs around him into pieces, so that they could no longer condense into shape, and finally completely dissipated and disappeared. Invisibly, it completely turned into powder.
The next moment, Sirius stretched out his wolf claws and grabbed the goshawk that was hovering above its head and ready to attack. He raised his hand and grabbed it, smashing it into pieces.
But at this moment, Zhao Wuji's arrow finally roared towards him.
"Boom!!" The arrow was about to pierce through Sirius, but was resisted by Sirius' body.
This blow made a huge roaring and shaking sound.
However, this arrow never penetrated Sirius' body.
But the power of this arrow was not cut off.
The power of the sword once again penetrated into the extremely hard outer skin of the Sirius, piercing the cortex and piercing the flesh.
Finally, the power of an arrow pierced the body of Sirius.
"Know how to hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf!" With the blessing of this battle words, Zhao Wuji pierced Song Zhiwen with an arrow.
In Zhao Wuji's eyes, Tianlang's body flew out and fell to the ground, dying.
In the eyes of others, the two people just had a shocking battle.
Song Zhiwen had previously used his strength to break through all kinds of attacks. With just a wave of his hand, he was able to defeat Zhao Wuji's many attacks in turn.
Only Zhao Wujiru's last arrow fell on Song Zhiwen. Song Zhiwen did not dodge this time, but forcefully caught the arrow with his body.
But this arrow was so powerful that Song Daru couldn't resist it.
Instead, Song Daru stared blankly at the arrow that pierced his body.
His body suddenly dissipated, exploded inch by inch, and finally turned into nothingness.
But soon, Song Daru's body condensed into shape again.
But this time, he looked at Zhao Wuji with dull eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.
Red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was actually injured.
silence!
silence!
Deathly silence!
Even Zhao Zhe, Jiang Chongxu and Li Jiangchuan who were fighting on another battlefield stopped fighting and watched this shocking battle.
Song Daru is injured! !
Song Zhiwen is the first Confucian and Taoist leader in Dali. Since Mr. Da exists as a semi-sage, Song Zhiwen is the first person under the half-sage in Dali.
In everyone's perception, Song Daru will not be defeated.
He has never failed, and the records he left behind are the strongest records in the history of Confucianism and Taoism.
In the minds of many strong Confucianists and Taoists, Song Daru is a god-like figure.
But today, God has fallen off the altar.
It turns out that God can get hurt too.
…
After a while, Zhao Wuji broke the silence: "Song Daru, do you want to fight again?"
Song Zhiwen was stunned for a long time, and then he came back to his senses. He shook his head slightly: "Wujiru has entered the eighth rank. He entered the Tao with "war" and became a true "war" Confucian with unparalleled fighting power. I did not enter Taoism through "fighting", this battle is considered Song's loss."
As soon as these words came out, all the scholars in the room were even more shocked.
Song Zhiwen actually admitted his defeat in person, and also said that he would no longer continue to fight Zhao Wujiru.
He personally admitted that he was no match for Zhao Daru.
Fang Yi laughed wildly at this time, and then collapsed on the ground.
In the shocking battle between Zhao Wuji and Song Zhiwen, Fang Yi, as a bystander, was completely affected. Zhao Wuji was always protecting Fang Yi.
But how could they protect him so comprehensively? The terrifying power that erupted between them was constantly impacting Fang Yi.
Fortunately, Fang Yi had added some points before and brought himself to the fifth-grade Hanlin realm.
He also studied martial arts. As a rough martial artist, the importance of martial arts became apparent at this time.
That is, the physical body is strong enough and durable.
But despite this, Fang Yi's skin had exploded and blood was flowing all over his body. If it weren't for his clothes, Fang Yi would be a bloody man now.
At the end of this battle, Fang Yi finally got the result he wanted, which was fairness.
Song Zhiwen said before that if he could be defeated, he could give an order to take back the Confucian treasures of those students.
This time, he finally did it.
"Song Daru, I hope you will do what you say." Zhao Wuji walked towards Fang Yi step by step and asked, "Fang Yi, do you need help?"
Fang Yi collapsed on the ground, still laughing until he was exhausted. Then Fang Yi struggled to speak: "Thank you Wujiru, congratulations to Wujiru."
But Fang Yi refused Zhao Wuji's help.
"Fang Yi, you can still stand up." Fang Yi finally stood up slowly under everyone's gaze.
He stood up.
Fang Yi can still stand up.
Everyone looked at Fang Yi in disbelief.
Fang Yi turned around and glanced at Song Zhiwen: "Song Daru, you saw today that Fang Yi's bones are very hard!!"
After that, Fang Yi moved step by step and started to walk out.
The great scholars present were stunned, but they all came to their senses in an instant. Fang Yi was replying to what Song Daru said to Fang Yi when he first took action.
"I'm going to break your bones apart and see how hard your bones are."
This time, Fang Yi really wanted to show Song Zhiwen how hard his bones were.
Zhao Wuji laughed heartily. Before leaving, Zhao Wuji said: "Wujiru, if you go back without giving the order, I will personally go to the capital and take back the treasures of the great Confucian one by one."
"Let those princes and nobles be honest, otherwise, they must have heard of Zhao Wuji's reputation as a madman."
When Zhao Wuji said this, Song Zhiwen frowned slightly, but immediately relaxed: "I will naturally give the order, Wujiru, don't worry."
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, turned around and left without answering.
The other great scholars were left looking at each other, but many great scholars left quietly.
They are all aware of current affairs, and everyone knows that Song Daru may not be in a very good mood now. If Song Daru is pressed, Song Daru's fire may fall on them.
"Mr. Da, I'll take my leave." Some Da Ru turned around and walked away, leaving everyone with a handsome back.
"I'll take my leave first." Some people took the lead, and others followed suit.
After a while, most of the great scholars here left, and the buildings here were empty.
On another battlefield, Zhao Zhe had been worried about Fang Yi's injury for a long time. At this time, he left the place directly. He no longer had the intention to continue fighting with the two losers.
no need.
Jiang Chongxu and Li Jiangchuan also rushed out of the battlefield and came to Song Zhiwen's side.
These two people are loyal supporters of Song Dynasty, and they have always followed Song Zhi's advice.
Seeing Song Zhiwen's expression this time, I felt extremely sad in my heart.
"Song Daru, are you okay?" Jiang Chongxu asked with concern.
"Song Daru, I see you had the strength to fight just now, why did you admit defeat?" Li Jiangchuan also asked.
Song Zhiwen glanced at Li Jiangchuan, smiled and said, "Did you see it?"
Isn't this something obvious?
All the great scholars present could understand it just now.
Although the power of Zhao Wuji's arrow was extremely powerful, it was impossible to kill Song Zhiwen after all.
After all, Song Zhiwen achieved the eighth rank earlier and longer.
Peak Eighth Grade and Ordinary Eighth Grade, even if Song Zhiwen was careless and Zhao Wuji took advantage of him and hurt him, he would not admit defeat directly.
"Wujiru has just achieved the eighth level, and he is indeed no match for me." Song Zhiwen shook his head: "However, this is not the time for internal strife, and Wujiru focuses on fighting. I am not as good as him in this regard. Let's continue fighting. , and it’s not interesting.”
Song Zhiwen said no more, turned and left.
Some people died, but not completely...
