"Spring and Autumn" is a history book, and the word Spring and Autumn also represents years and time.

Confucius's will is the ability to change time.

The higher the rank, the stronger the will of the Kong Sheng, which is one of the reasons why even the demon and barbarian clans are unwilling to fight with the Kong family.

Half of Gu Jiaohou's body was shrouded by the power of Kong Sheng's will, he looked at everyone with surprise, desperately trying to retreat, but he was only a demon marquis after all, even if he had a temporary true dragon bloodline, he couldn't resist such a vast power, and his body could only move outward at an extremely slow speed.

Kong Detian and the others were all shrouded in the power of Kong Sheng's will, and they were also slowed down.

The two East Sea Dragon Clans glanced at each other, and immediately bypassed the range of Kong Sheng's will and launched an attack on the half of Gu Jiaohou's body that had fallen outside.

This is the terrible thing about Kong Sheng's will, once the body is divided, then if the Kong family has foreign aid, the enemy can only be slaughtered.

However, Gu Jiaohou was followed by a large number of demon barbarians and dragon demons, and together they used demon magic to attack the two dragon clans, forcing the two dragon clans to retreat.

In the process of fighting between the two sides, Fang Yun finally finished reciting the third sentence of the opening poem.

"Today I will ...... the king"

The entire hall was suddenly windy, and the golden light in Fang Yun's mouth condensed, and then a roar of the true dragon that roared in the Ten Thousand Worlds exploded in Fang Yunwen Palace, and the sound spread for millions of miles, covering the entire dragon platform.

Whether it was the demon barbarian in front of Fang Yun, Long Shuai, or even the black-clothed masked man and the son of the Great Sage, the Lion Delirium, were so shocked that their bodies trembled, forming a temporary loss of consciousness.

All the dragon clans present looked at Fang Yun with incredulous eyes, they couldn't believe that there was a true dragon's roar in the human palace's Wen Palace, although this roar was not as good as the voice of the dragon saint, but the roar of the true dragon was the highest order of the dragon clan, and no one could roar out except the dragon saint.

"Could it be that he mobilized the will of the ancestral dragon?" Lei Jiu was shocked inexplicably.

The roar of the true dragon was just amazing, but then those ordinary demons and dragon shuai felt deep despair.

While reciting the opening poem, Fang Yun actually picked up the pen to write, Fang Yun was using the power of the heart to use two hearts!

Dragon Sword Poem.

Sword and Dragon. Snowflakes shine on hibiscus.

The essence of light shoots the heavens and the earth, and the thunder is unstoppable.

As soon as I went to the gold box, I lost my respect.

The wind has been dead for a long time, so it is hidden.

Wu water is deep, and Chu Mountain is thousands of heavy.

Male and female will never be separated, and the gods will meet.

The first treasure light, the original treasure light, the heirloom treasure light, shined one after another, and the treasure light of other powers such as the literary treasure pen, the dragon's blood ink ingot, and the calligraphy two realms also appeared on the page. This makes the power of this war poem bound to be even stronger.

After all the treasures were stabilized, a magnificent treasure light that had never been seen before appeared.

Other treasures of light are attached to the poem like a transparent eggshell, but the source of this treasure light is the inside of the poem, and the white light formed erupts in all directions, and the treasure light shines in all directions, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

Fang Yun was behind the white light, like a saint like a god, and his body exuded an unprecedented temperament, as if he had the ability to open the world. It also has the power to create eternity.

All the demons, dragons, and humans who knew this treasure light shouted in unison.

"Shizu Baoguang!"

The first poem to kill the enemy, the first poem to protect the enemy, the first poem to hide the front, the first poem to block the enemy...... and so on, the creator of the first battle poems of any type was named the ancestor of a generation of poets. In fact, the origin of many war poems is the Book of Songs, and the names of many poets have disappeared in the long river of history, and only a limited number of poems such as Zangfeng poems have been widely circulated.

This poem has the ancestral treasure light of poetry. That Fang Yun is the poet ancestor of a new type of war poetry!

Seeing the "Dragon Sword Poem" written by Fang Yun flying into the sky, Lei Jiu, Zongji and Sima He only glanced at it, and they relied on Jinshi's vision to never forget the entire poem, and quickly understood the poetry.

"Dragon Sword Poem" is a poem that praises the famous sword generals and Mo Xie. In the poem, it is written that after refining the gan and Mo Ye, they are like two dragons, and the sword body is as white as snow, and it can even be used as a mirror to reflect flowers. The sword light reaches the sky. Looking down on the earth, even thunder is far from being compared.

It's a pity that later the two swords scattered, and the sky was separated, and they no longer followed each other. Because the sword-appreciating master Feng Hu had died, no one could recognize these two divine objects, so the two divine swords hid their edges.

A sword is hidden in the abyss of Wu State, and a sword is hidden in the vast mountains of Chu State, but the two male and female swords of the cadre Mo Xie are divine objects after all, and there will inevitably be a reunion!

Almost as soon as they finished reading it, the three of them thought about the role of the poem, especially the last sentence.

The fetish will meet!

At the same time as the Shizu Baoguang was formed, the lion delusion shouted wildly, his heartbeat suddenly sounded like a drum, and the bloodline of the Great Sage hidden in the heart was completely stimulated, and his body doubled, and at the same time, an earth-shattering lion roar came out of his mouth, and even Huanglong Ao Huang was shocked.

Lionheart's Power.

"Even if the ten worlds are boundless and the ten directions are endless, they can't accommodate Shi Zu! Fang Yun must die!" The golden blood armor around the lion suddenly became a full inch thicker, and a crown phantom appeared above his head, like the king of ten thousand demons pounced on Fang Yun.

The lion raised his right forehand high, and the golden light on his palm was enough to turn a mountain peak into stone powder in one stroke!

"Get out!" Ao Huang suddenly roared, and using the power of the Dragon Ball, a dragon-shaped golden light that was exactly the same as his body flew out of his mouth and slammed into the lion's body.

As strong as a lion, he couldn't resist the power of the dragon ball of the real dragon, and his body flew out sideways like a kite with a broken string, and he turned his head to look at the black-clothed masked man in mid-air.

"Kill Fang Yun!

The masked man slowly stretched out his hand and pointed to Fang Yun with his index finger.

His fingers were pale, but black blood vessels were clearly visible under the pale skin, and the black blood vessels were exposed like green tendons, hideous and terrifying.

A black vortex of void appeared on the tip of the masked man's index finger, and the entire hall began to shake, dust falling, and walls cracking.

Fang Yun's expression remained unchanged, and after the formation of the poem Immortal Li Bai's "Dragon Sword Poem", he also recited the last sentence of Jia Dao's famous poem.

"Who has a grievance!"

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Who has a grievance today?

Kaifeng Shicheng, a sword chanted through the world, and the sword roared as if with great grievances, as if he was telling Fang Yun that he didn't take the initiative to snatch the dragon qi and the ancestral dragon's true blood, and he was unhappy in his heart.

A brilliant golden sword flew out of Fang Yun's mouth, this true dragon sword was conceived from the bones of a true dragon, and the sword was three feet long. The sword itself was like a white light ancient sword, but the outside of the sword body was surrounded by a golden dragon-shaped light.

Other people's swords are like dragons and they are just phantoms of dragons, but Fang Yun's sword is like a dragon and it is a real dragon!

The dragon opens its teeth and claws, the dragon's mouth is open, the mouth contains the tip of the sword, the dragon body wraps the sword body, and the dragon's tail forms the hilt, radiant and majestic to the world.

The sword body was surrounded by a dazzling real dragon pattern, not the translucent virtual dragon pattern of others.

Bursts of strange fluctuations that swept across the ten directions and pierced the void spread from the True Dragon Sword in all directions.

Underneath the Sword of the True Dragon. Suspended only half the length of the main sword of the black ink sword, this sword because of Fang Yun to write the "Shence Army Tablet", containing the Tang Emperor to inspect the Shence Army of the majesty, the sword intent is magnificent, there is the appearance of the emperor, and because of the calligraphy of one of the four masters of Liu Gongquan's work, it is even more handsome and extraordinary.

The seven powers of the Pregnant Sword Poem, the True Dragon Bone, the Zangfeng Poem, the True Dragon Pattern, the Kaifeng Poem, a large amount of dragon energy, and the ink sword form Fang Yun's lip and tongue sword!

The people of all ethnic groups were extremely shocked when they felt the aura emitted by the sword of the true dragon, just after the success of the pregnant sword, it was like Si Tianwei, it was definitely the first sword in the ages!

"Why is his dragon pattern different from ours? I feel that one of his dragon patterns is comparable to my two!" Zong Ji muttered to himself.

"I'm also like a dragon. My sword is a sword that uses a complete dragon bone, but why is it far inferior to his sword?"

However, the power of the True Dragon Sword did not reach its peak.

After the new war poem "Dragon Sword Poem" was burned, a talented ancient sword that was exactly the same as the sword of the real dragon appeared out of thin air. Even the ink sword has an extra one.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the power of Kong Sheng's will was dissipated, Gu Jiaohou desperately retreated, and the seven Holy Courtyard Jinshi who protected Fang Yun also all looked back at Fang Yun, and then looked up at the two swords above Fang Yun's head!

The elites of all ethnic groups present watched this scene. has been so shocked that he can't speak, the killing poem is nothing, and no matter how strong the Jinshi killing poem is, the enhancement of the human race is minimal. However, this kind of war poem that can evoke an identical rhetorical sword is full of subversiveness!

The power of the Terran Jinshi will be turned upside down!

And Jinshi is precisely the backbone of the power of the human race!

"This son can't stay!" a demon clan holy son shouted desperately.

The black vortex on the fingertips of the black-clothed masked man finally took shape, and it was aimed at Fang Yun lightly.

The heavens and the earth changed color, and I saw that the black whirlpool suddenly expanded thousands of times, and then a huge blood-colored dragon head rushed out of the whirlpool, and the dragon head was as high as a hundred zhang, which was simply a mountain peak.

The blood-colored dragon head has black eyes and golden eyes, silver teeth and purple tongue, with a strong evil intent in his eyes, and his whole body exudes the power of destroying the world.

"Suppressed Evil Dragon!Wasn't he suppressed in the Suppressed Prison Sea?Who gained his power!" Ao Huang recognized the origin of the evil dragon at a glance.

The evil dragon's head opened its bloody mouth and bit everyone.

"It's me!" the black-clad masked man replied to Ao Huang's question, taking off his hat and unmasking, revealing a strange face.

The black veins beneath his white skin bulged out, like tree roots entrenched on his face, extremely terrifying.

"Fierce Monarch!" all the human races looked at Meng Lintang in disbelief.

"You will definitely die today!Fang Yun, today I will break your body into ten thousand pieces!" The pupils of the fierce monarch are extremely deep and dark, that is not the color that humans should have, it is the color that only the Nine Hells Mansion and the Demon Realm Death Mountain should have.

Fang Yun suddenly realized, and according to what he knew, he outlined the matter.

After the distraction of the fierce monarch entered the holy ruins, he was beheaded by Fang Yun, and the fierce monarch was in the prison sea at that time, and he was in a coma because of the distraction.

At that time, the fierce monarch was invaded by a trace of the evil dragon of the prison suppression.

The fierce monarch was deeply damaged, and the Hanlin civil position may not be guaranteed, so the punishment ended early, and he returned to the old house of the Meng family to recuperate from his injuries.

However, the fierce monarch was unwilling, for the treasure of the dragon platform, he simply lowered himself to the rank of scholar, became a jinshi, and then traded with the demon clan, obtained a dragon stone from the demon clan, and entered the dragon platform from the West Sea Dragon Palace!

Since the fierce monarch dares to enter the dragon platform, he must have communicated with the evil dragon in prison and reached an agreement with one person and one dragon. (To be continued......)