At this moment, Fang Yun was wearing a green robe, but his body was surging with Talent Qi.
When he started writing, a dim full moon rose behind him.
After becoming a Great Confucian, the clouds turned into a moon.
However, Fang Yun was not a true Great Confucian, so the full moon was dimmer than all the other Great Confucian's.
The Qi of talent in Fang Yun's body was so abundant that it began to dissipate in all directions, lifting up his robe and his long hair.
After Lang Lu injured Niu Shan, he was still resting with his eyes closed. However, he suddenly looked down at Fang Yun.
Seeing those words, Lang Lu frowned and hesitated for a moment. He stood still in the sky, waiting for Chen Guanhai's real body.
High up in the sky, the wind howled and quickly condensed into a huge pale white vortex.
Many people already knew that this kind of power could only be summoned when a Great Confucian's battle poem was first formed.
The stronger the battle poem's killing power, the stronger the Righteous Qi.
Now, this terrifying Firmament Righteous Qi was even more intense than the "Zero Ding Ocean" written by the Illusionary Tesseract.
The dim eyes of the scholars brightened a little. Such a strong Righteous Qi was definitely a good sign.
However, the barbarian kings were a little flustered. They all realized that this battle poem was different and looked at Wolf Plains.
Wolf Plains gritted his teeth and roared, "Let him finish! If you are not a literary hero, don't even think about hurting me! "
As soon as Wolf Plains's voice fell, a loud sound came from the sky, like a drum or a bell.
A few of the scholars were overjoyed and looked at the sky in surprise, in the direction of the capital.
Mount Liu and the other Left Minister Party members were also looking at the capital with ashen faces.
The barbarian kings were stunned for a moment and vaguely guessed something.
Wolf Plains's eyes flashed with regret.
The claws of the sky's Lang Lu moved slightly.
Above the capital, a greyish white pillar of Qi suddenly rushed out. It was only a few miles in diameter, but in everyone's eyes, it was endless, as if it could contain the entire Saint Origin World.
The greyish white pillar of Qi shot straight up and finally stopped at the border between the sky and space.
Then, the huge pillar of Qi split open.
It revealed a simple bronze sword.
Seeing the bronze sword, many scholars who had been confused suddenly understood.
The bronze sword was thousands of feet tall and thousands of miles away. No one could see it clearly, but everyone in Ning An City could see that there was a word carved on the edge of the bronze sword.
Scenery.
Jingguo's national treasure was an item that carried the fate of the nation.
It was an ancient sword worn by the founding father of Jingguo for many years. It was said to be the sword of King Xiangwang of Zhou.
The Sword of the Crop let out a long cry that pierced through clouds and cracked rocks. Then, the longsword slashed down in the direction of Ning An City.
All the Barbarians and Wolfslayer clones retreated instinctively, afraid that they would be struck by the terrifying Sword of the Crop.
This Sword of the Crop was the reason why the Barbarians did not dare to attack Jingguo's capital directly. They could only weaken the Jingguo Kingdom step by step by weakening the Jingguo Kingdom step by step. Only then could the Sword of the Crop weaken. If only the capital was left in Jingguo, then the power of the Sword of the Crop would be weaker than that of a Grand Scholar.
An invisible sword of the nation's fate flew above Ning An City. It flew above the poem and slowly entered the page.
After a moment, the page exuded a special aura. It was solemn, grand, and heavy. It did not seem like a piece of paper, but a city.
Fang Yun started to write the text.
"Old Man talks about the wild youth. Left leading the yellow, right leading the blue. Brocade hat and marten fur coat, thousands of horses rolling up the hills. In order to repay the Empress Dowager, I personally shot the tiger and looked at Sun Lang. "
After the first verse was finished, everyone nodded gently. Many of them were also delighted.
Fang Yun was not old at the moment, but because of his experience with Zhang Longxiang in the literary world and his white hair due to exhaustion, he felt that he was mature. Therefore, it was normal for him to write that he wanted to return to his youth's frivolity.
The first few lines were about Fang Yun leading thousands of private soldiers to the north to rescue Zhang Poyue. After that, in order to repay the nation and the Empress Dowager's kindness, he wanted to learn from Sun Quan, the ruler of the Wu Kingdom, and personally attack the barbarians and demons like shooting tigers.
What made everyone happy was that this poem actually mentioned Sun Quan. Sun Quan was the king of a country during the Three Kingdoms Period, and also the founding king of Dong Yue Wu. He had ascended the throne, and any poem that mentioned the founding king was extremely powerful.
Back then, Sun Quan's straw boat borrowing arrows was famous throughout the Three Kingdoms. However, in the end, because Zhuge Liang's sainthood was even more famous, some novelists took Sun Quan's straw boat borrowing arrows as Zhuge Liang's scheme, causing people to underestimate Sun Quan's wisdom and bravery.
The most famous evaluation of Sun Quan came from the ambitious and ruthless Cao Cao.
A son should be like Sun Zhongmou!
Those who knew that Sun Quan was not ordinary revealed worried expressions.
The Three Kingdoms period was one of the most chaotic and legendary periods of the human race. Sun Quan was an important figure during the Three Kingdoms period. Since this poem mentioned Sun Quan, if one was not worthy of Sun Quan's position, one would be abandoned by the righteousness of the firmament and fail.
Everyone waited for the second half of Fang Yun's poem.
"Drunk and courageous, my hair slightly white, so what? Holding the poem in the clouds, when will I send Feng Tang away? I will draw the bow like a full moon, look to the northwest, shoot the Heavenly Wolf. "
After Fang Yun wrote the three words "Shoot the Heavenly Wolf", all the scholars in the city were in an uproar.
"Good!"
Every word of "good" was even louder than the war cries of millions of demons and barbarians.
Many scholars' faces were flushed red as they carefully read the poem: Back then, Wei Shang killed the enemy bravely. He only reported six more kills and was severely punished and demoted. Feng Tang wrote a memorial to Emperor Wen of Han and finally brought the poem to Yunzhong County to pardon Wei Shang. Fang Yun killed the special envoy of the Dongsheng Pavilion and the Princess of the Dragons. The Zong family and the Dongsheng Pavilion would definitely pursue this matter. When would the Notre-Dame send someone to pardon him? Now that he was drunk, his mind was broader, and his courage was bolder. Even if his hair was white, even if he was framed by the Zong family, so what?
Today, he would learn from the hero Sun Quan of that generation, draw the bow like a full moon, and aim at the most powerful Heavenly Wolf Star, Demon Saint Lang Lu, and all the barbarians in the north. He would kill them all with one arrow!
Look to the northwest, shoot the Heavenly Wolf!
The hearts of all the soldiers in Ning An City surged. What kind of spirit was this? On the surface, it was aimed at the Wolf Barbarians and the Wolf Saint Lang Lu, but in reality, it was to destroy the entire demon world!
The incarnation of Lang Lu's eyes were filled with killing intent.
The boundless Cang Ming Qi in the sky transformed into a tornado that flowed from the bottom to the top and poured into the poem page.
Now, not only did the poem contain the Divine Temple's talent energy and Jingguo's destiny, it also contained a large amount of righteous energy.
However, the poem didn't burn. It didn't change even after it was covered in layers of treasure light.
When the poem was finished, Wolf Plains was incomparably shocked. He wanted to ask the incarnation of Lang Lu to help him, but seeing that the poem didn't change, he suddenly hoped that the poem would fail.
An instant later, the sound of a strong wind blowing past could be heard.
Behind Fang Yun, a cloak made of black smoke appeared. The cloak fluttered in the wind and suddenly expanded to a radius of a thousand miles, enveloping half of Mi Prefecture.
In the black smoke, there were countless illusory figures of soldiers.
Because of this majestic poem, because of the Sword of the Nation, Jingguo's army soul appeared again after slashing Mount Liu's destiny!
The world shook.
Fang Yun's poem shook the vital energy for thirty thousand miles!
The Barbarian Emperor Wolf Plains looked up at the incarnation of Lang Lu in a panic and shouted, "Your Majesty, please make a move. We can't wait any longer. This poem will become the greatest poem of the human race! I … can't stop it! "
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