Chapter 195 A knight! Endless creatures are sacrific
War poems!
Can be called the ancestor of poetry!
Chen Beixuan’s scolding agitated in the Confucian Temple.
War poetry is a unique fighting method of Confucianism and Taoism. It is more radical than ordinary poems and has stronger fighting ability. It even has special blessings for the monsters. This is why the humans are obviously weak, but not only have they not been driven to extinction by the monsters. , On the contrary, he fought his own way of Confucianism and Taoism!
It is because the Confucian and Taoist sages created war poems to protect the human race. Today’s war poems are divided into five categories: killing poems, protective poems, Tibetan front poems, blocking enemy poems, and revitalizing poems.
The so-called Shizu is the creator of the first poem of any category. When Shizu writes his own type of war poems, he possesses the treasure of the poem. Poetry ancestors are imaginary sages, and their status is equal to half sage or between half sage and great scholar.
Of course, for the human race, especially in the fierce confrontation between the two races of monsters and men, if a new war poem is born, its significance is even far greater than a poem and prose in the realm of shocking sage, that is, a poem. Endow with the top of the six realms!
If Fang Yun really created a new kind of war poetry, even if it was against his will, the leftist party and the leftist in the jury would have to give full marks, otherwise it would be against the human race!
Questioning the contribution of war poems to the human race!
Ji Zhibai’s pupils suddenly shrank, and they bloomed unbelievably, coldly snorted:
“Don’t talk nonsense, even if you are a half-sacred acquaintance of the sea, it is now an internal matter of our Jingguo. Don’t you say that he created a war poem is to create? Be a man, tell the evidence!”
“Looking at it now, this is an extremely weird, a mixture of poems but not poems, and words but words! Please refer to the left, half saint, the emperor’s light!”
Many juries also look weird,
After all, a large part of them are leftist parties, but Guan Hai Bansheng is supporting the white-clothed young man in front of him. They are mixed in the middle, which is very embarrassing!
Chen Beixuan did not answer, but there was a curve in the corner of his mouth.
“Question: A knight!”
Fang Yun, who was independent with his hand, suddenly said coldly.
It turns out that he has never named this war poem, which means that the war poem has not been officially born. It is no wonder that despite the surging weather, he has not even reached the state of the county poetry and prose!
Suddenly, the originally silent poems of the Five Cross War exudes an unprecedented dazzling golden light in the void, and even rises above the void.
This is the precious light, the precious light formed when the war poems are written, each layer appears, the power of the war poetry will increase, and it can cover up to nine layers of precious light. Call it Shizu Baoguang.
At this moment, the five crosses are layered on top of each other, and the golden light is roaring, shaking the void, no more, no less, but it happens to be the ninth floor, this golden light is the ancestor of poetry!
This means that even if Xia Ke Xing is not creating a new kind of war poem,
Fang Yun is also an excellent war poem. If the border warriors are allowed to practice, they can kill the monster three thousand li, which is definitely a great achievement for the human race!
“This!”
Ji Zhibai spoke for a while, and wanted to forcefully quibble. After all, Chen Beixuan was only talking about new types of war poems, but he hadn’t waited for him to speak out.
Above the sky, the poetry engraved in the void once again radiated endless divine light.
Suspended in the void, condensed but not scattered, each word seemed to be connected by countless golden threads.
rumble!
Lei sound!
The golden text, which was originally silent, trembles violently at this time, and a rush of momentum suddenly rushes out of the golden chapter written by Fang Yun in the air, and rushes straight into the sky!
The golden words were connected to each other, as if forming a huge spiritual formation, and a huge figure suddenly appeared from the golden light released from the words.
Thousands of immortal karma is all in the killing!
The words full of heroism and free and easy, seem to communicate the power of heaven and earth here.
A handsome and quick figure holding a sword, suddenly stepped out of the golden text of the countless poems, and a soaring momentum suddenly rushed into the sky!
A huge golden figure stood in the sky above the sky, holding a sword, and wearing an elegant costume.
He seems to be a swordsman who would rather bend than to bend, but also a free and unrestrained poet!
Kill one person in ten steps, never stay for a thousand miles!
Ten sentences that do not belong to this world,
Suddenly radiating endless murderous aura and monstrous blood, a torrent of blood suddenly soared above the sword of the golden figure like a long dragon.
The golden sword, for a time, turned into a blood sword!
The blood sword is flowing with tragic blood, as if it has killed countless creatures!
Originally, with this **** air, the Confucian Temple must have sages to appear, but at this time, it is strange and silent!
“This…this is the holy soul! One realm: Ordinary war poetry Two realms: Poetic soul three realms: Summoning four realms: Holy soul, this is the top holy soul of war poetry! The holy soul comes out! Fang Yun really creates new War poems!”
“What a powerful holy soul! This power! It feels faintly above the half holy. I have seen the peak of the sea-viewing half holy! Directly slay a monster city! If this holy soul is shot, it will definitely be stronger. !”
“Terror! This power overrides everything, even if I am the Hanlin of the Human Race! I feel this force of suppression!”
Not only the Jingguo Confucian Temple, but the entire Jingguo territory, and even the neighboring countries, felt this boundless killing intent, their complexions changed, and they thought it was a disaster among the human race!
“cut!”
At this moment, the golden figure suddenly moved, and the blood sword in his hand suddenly swung toward the northwest of Jingguo. And that, it was the Yaozu region, where millions of monsters lived in clusters, coveting Jingguo at any time!
The power of this sword swing is probably on par with Chen Beixuan’s sub-sage strength, Chen Beixuan’s jaw slightly!
“boom!”
The sword light pierced through the void and smashed directly down towards the monster clan region, whether it was a monster, a monster soldier, a monster general, a monster commander, a monster, a monster king, a big monster king, the so-called level of the monster race, here Under one sword, they are no different from ants!
Without any excuses, all living creatures melted into blood within a radius of thousands of miles.
The poems of the new war are released, and the endless creatures of the monster race are sacrificed!
“This new battle poem is a sword-calling poem, please rate it!”
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