In all fairness, although Chen Yu has slowly integrated into this world, he always has a touch of God's perspective.

But today he was really moved and angry.

Moved because so many people are fighting for his life!

Angry because in this land of Great Qin, the Immortal Gate was so unscrupulous.

Here, obviously, is his country!

In an instant, he thought a lot.

Didn't the previous life of China also experience such a scene?

Foreigners divide their own land into regions and set up signs.

No people from our own country and no dogs!

Those who go in have no place to reason if they are beaten for no reason.

"Damn, Lao Tzu hates you pretending to be a coercion the most!"

With red eyes, Chen Yu looked at Song Qianfeng in the sky and spoke loudly.

"My husband only holds the hook with one hand."

Boom, Chen Yu was full of pride, and the energy in his body surged, rising to the sky.

Chen Yu's voice echoed between heaven and earth, unexpectedly overshadowing the roar of battle.

At the same time, a hundred-foot-long golden scimitar appeared above the sky.

With just a slight wave, there was a terrifying thousand-meter sword head straight towards the Xianmen army!

This scene frightened the Xianmen army a lot, and many people were killed on the spot.

"What!? This is a great Confucian war poem!! ”

Song Qianfeng's face changed.

Great Confucian!

This is a term that has not appeared in many years.

The great Confucian war poems can kill real people and defeat the strong in the fairyland!

But, for them, it is too unfamiliar.

Although the horror of Confucianism has been recorded in the classics, many people in the Xianmen don't care, and even just take it as a joke.

The majesty of the immortal Dao is incomparable, if the Great Confucianism is really so strong, how can the Confucianism be suppressed and have no power to fight back?

How many literati wagged their tails and begged for mercy in front of them!

But now that I look at it, it's too scary!

A single poem destroyed so many masters?

Who would dare to believe it if they didn't see it with their own eyes?

But, that's just the beginning.

The second line of poetry followed.

"The spirit is higher than the hundred-foot building."

Boom, the literary spirit is even more turbulent, condensing a tall tower in the sky.

The body of the tower flies the eaves and warps the corners, the atmosphere is simple and simple, there is the light of the dazzling, and it exudes endless majesty.

The halo swirled, spreading in all directions and covering the entire battlefield.

With the appearance of the tower, many powerhouses of the Immortal Demon Sect and the Infinite Demon Sect only felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of their heads!

"I seem to feel infinitely powerful!"

"Hey, that's true! My strength is indeed improving! ”

"Haha, the Great Confucian War Poems help, we will win!"

On the other side, the faces of the Xianmen army changed greatly.

"What's going on? Why do I feel like my hands and feet are heavy, and my true energy is starting to slow down? ”

"I, I suddenly felt scared in my heart and thought we were going to lose? Why is that? ”

"No, not good! My strength is fading! ”

Lin Xuanyin slammed back one person with one palm and looked at Chen Yu in surprise.

"Legend has it that there is a great Confucian war poem with all kinds of incredible powers. You can improve yourself and weaken the other party, is this true? ”

Sun Feibai laughed and was full of energy.

"Lord Chen is mighty! With Lord Chen here, we will win!! ”

"Lord Chen is mighty, he will win! Win! Win!!! ”

The morale of the Immortal Demon Sect and the Infinite Demon Sect soared, and they looked up to the sky and roared.

Originally, they didn't think they could win this battle.

But now it's different!

Who would have thought that a great Confucian would be so strong?

Not only can it manifest attacks with a tone of voice, but it can also cast buffs in a wide area.

On his own side, various buffs of courage, strength, wisdom, and speed have been added.

What about the other side?

Fear, slowdown, weakness。。。。。

A push weakens the buff.

The stronger your opponent is, the weaker your opponent is.

The role of this in war is simply unimaginable.

No wonder the legend says that the Great Confucian is known as the king of war!

This is daddy plus the main output!

On the other side, the Xianmen army was already panicking, and many people had greatly reduced their fighting spirit, showing frightened expressions on their faces.

However, this is still not the end!

The third line of the poem, immediately followed.

"Who has written history for 10,000 years?"

Thundered...

In the sky, a history book and a huge pen appeared.

The history books unfolded, making a rattling sound.

On the page, the light flowed, bursting with golden light.

All the masters of the immortal sect who were illuminated by the golden light were all pulled into the history books by a strong suction.

In the midst of the wails, they were wiped out by a great force, and finally became words and fell on the history books.

With a huge pen beside him, he moved.

The sky is cloth, and all living beings are ink.

With a flick, a beam of light spilled across the sky.

But all the immortal sect powerhouses who were swept by the beam of light were like being wiped directly from this world with an eraser, and there was no trace of it.

Seeing this scene, the entire Xianmen army was fried, and looked at Chen Yu in horror.

Yin Zhao and the others were so excited that their chests almost burst!

Who else? Just ask who else!

Xianmen, you can see, this is the power of my family!

But that's not the end!

The fourth sentence finally emerges.

"Three thousand miles away to be a marquis!"

The literary spirit surged for three thousand miles, condensing into a proud and unparalleled general.

They were clad in Ugin armor, armed with long knives, and masks over their faces.

As far as the eye can see, there are thousands!

Although I can't see their faces clearly, I can feel the incomparable spirit that swallows thousands of miles like a tiger!

With the appearance of these figures, Chen Yu only felt a sense of weakness surging in his body.

"What's, what is this?"

The people in the immortal gate trembled and asked.

What we see today is beyond their knowledge.

They had never experienced such a battle in all these years.

Shen Chen clenched his fists excitedly, his face flushed.

"The legendary Confucian stunt, the poetry and writing!"

Great Confucianism, great achiever of Confucianism and Taoism.

You can use Haoran's righteousness and literary spirit to turn into a military general to kill the enemy.

This kind of means is unimaginable for the Immortal Dao.

At this moment, the generals gathered in the phalanx and did not say a word.

Only Yousen's eyes glowed red, staring coldly at the Xianmen army opposite.

"Kill !!"

A voice sounded, and one after another generals brandished their long knives and rushed into the Xianmen army!

"Kill!"

Lin Xuanyin and Sun Feibai also rushed into the enemy formation with many powerhouses from the Immortal Demon Sect and the Wuji Demon Sect.

"Kill!"

On the city wall, Yin Zhao and the others roared violently, and Wu Yuan all ran wildly, bombarding Wu Yuan's crossbow arrows with one hand, and hitting his own powerful blow with the other!

At this moment, the momentum has reached the top!

On the other side, the Xianmen army led by Song Qianfeng was already frightened!

The tide turned.

The Xianmen army, which originally had an advantage, was suppressed in an instant at this moment.

However, after a few moments, the Xianmen army had already begun to rout.

At first only one or two escaped, then a dozen, then hundreds, if not thousands!

The sound of killing gradually dissipated.

When the battlefield finally quieted down, the Xianmen army had been slaughtered.

Yin Zhao laughed, carried Song Qianfeng with one hand, and threw it in front of Chen Yu.

"My lord, this dog thing has been caught!"