Zao Wou-Ki is about to lose.

Fang Yi was actually not surprised by this news, Zhao Wouji was a great Confucian who specialized in war poetry, although he had a long reputation, but he still didn't seem to be a little good enough to fight Song Zhiwen.

Song Zhiwen has been in charge of Confucianism and Taoism for a long time, and he is the head of the civil officials in the world, and he can absorb the luck of civil officials, and his strength is very strong.

Zao Wou-Ki had just touched the threshold of the eighth grade, how could he be Song Zhiwen's opponent.

"Check it out." Fang Yi almost didn't hesitate and made a decision directly.

After all, Zao Wou-Ki made a move entirely for Fang Yi, he was to seek justice for Fang Yi.

……

"Master, I'm going to go to the Confucian Sacred Palace." On this day, Fang Yi came to the southeast sea area and said a word to Zhao Zhe.

"Okay, Master will accompany you." Zhao Zhe did not hesitate, and answered directly.

"Are you healed?" Zhao Zhe asked.

"Okay, I've been cultivating for many days." Fang Yi nodded, after his life grid was promoted to the yellow life grid yesterday, he had recovered all the injuries caused by using the Jade Shatter Martial Intent.

According to Fang Yi's feelings, he felt that the biggest benefit brought by the promotion of the life personality was the exuberance of vitality.

Of course, Fang Yi already has a plug-in like a panel in his hand, so his talent points are full.

Otherwise, Fang Yi felt that there was another benefit to the promotion of life, that is, the improvement of talent, that is, to break the previous talent limit.

In short, there are many benefits of promotion and it is not limited to one item.

Fang Yi took out a token from his arms, it was a token that Mr. Big gave him after he was taught by Mr. Big, and after a good conversation, Mr. Big gave him a token, and with that token, he could go to see Mr. Big at any time.

It is impossible for other students in Mr. Da to meet Mr. Da easily, even if Da Ru wants to meet Mr. Da in person, he needs to write to inform him, and he can only see Mr. Da with Mr. Da's permission.

But with this kind of token in his hand, Fang Yi didn't need to communicate at all, and he could go directly to meet Mr. Big.

Zhao Zhe grabbed Fang Yi's shoulders and summoned Qingyun, and the two of them stepped on Qingyun, but in the time of half a burnt incense, the two came to the Confucian Holy Palace.

Outside the Confucian Sacred Palace, there is a powerful power of the formation, no one in Pingsuri can get close, and the great Confucianism cannot break through the power of the formation, and can only be transmitted.

But Fang Yi held the token in his hand and came in directly.

Zhao Zhe only glanced at his disciple again this time, when did Mr. Big give him the token?

When was the last time you were taught?

Zhao Zhe thought happily, his disciple seemed to have been appreciated and recognized by Mr. Big, otherwise, Mr. Big's token would not be given to Fang Yi.

Thinking like this, Zhao Zhe was about to step into the formation, wanting to enter it as chic as Fang Yi, but he was blocked by the formation.

Zhao Zhe was a little embarrassed, he was happy for Fang Yi in his heart, he was really happy, not pretending.

But now, embarrassment is also really embarrassing.

"The weather is ...... today" Zhao Zhe spoke, looking at his disciple with a puzzled look, he continued: "It's so good......"

Fang Yi understood, he held the token in his hand and placed it on top of the formation barrier.

Zhao Zhe came in at this time: "Without further ado, let's hurry up, the battle between Song Daru and Wuji Ru is going to be decided." ”

Zhao Zhe completely forgot the embarrassment just now, as long as it was not me who was embarrassed, it was not someone else who was embarrassed.

"Hmm." Fang Yi nodded, and the two of them walked quickly towards the Confucian Hall.

"Out of the Demon Realm?" Mr. Big was not surprised when he saw Fang Yi, he didn't even open his eyes.

"You want to watch the battle?" Mr. Big continued to ask.

"Please allow Mr. Big." Fang Yi saluted.

"Accurate!" Mr. Big opened his eyes, one black eyeball, one white eyeball, began to rotate continuously, and finally, Fang Yi saw the picture of the battle in Mr. Big's eyes.

The Battle of the Eight Grades of Confucianism was a battle between the most pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism.

Such a battle can have a huge impact on everything around it.

So it is necessary to open up the battlefield independently.

And in the world, only Mr. Big, who can independently open up the battlefield, can hold the treasure of the saint.

Mr. Big has opened up a unique void for the two Great Confucians to fight.

At this time, Fang Yi felt that his consciousness was spinning and he had come to another world.

It was a place of nothingness, nothing but the two men fighting.

Fang Yi, on the other hand, stood at the forefront of the battle between the two of them, watching the battle between the two.

The place where Fang Yi was standing was very much like a spectator seat, and Mr. Big was also sitting here, watching the battle above.

This time Fang Yi was allowed to come recently, and there was one more person in this place.

Zhao Zhe didn't come in either, Mr. Big only allowed Fang Yi to watch the battle, and didn't allow Zhao Zhe to come in.

At this time, Zhao Zhe, who was standing in place, looked at the big gentleman above, and suddenly said to himself: "Today's weather is really good." ”

What should I do if the courtesy received by the wheel disciple is higher than that received by the master, Zhao Zhe is also the first time, and Zhao Zhe doesn't know it.

Then let's take a look at the weather outside.

"Song Zhiwen is going to do his best." Mr. Big suddenly spoke: "For so many days, they have been fighting until today from the day after you entered the Demon Domain, and at the beginning they were sitting and talking, and Zao Wou-Ki had already lost a round first. ”

"And in the battle, Zao Wou-Ki got rid of the state of being crushed, and he fought back and forth with Song Zhiwen."

Mr. Big shared the battle situation with Fang Yi.

"Hmm." Fang Yi nodded, and took advantage of this effort to tell Mr. Big about his experience in the Demon Domain.

"Wang Tianyi is a trouble." Mr. Big frowned, and then relaxed his brow again: "But you did a good job." ”

"Let the other great Confucians come, it's time to witness the results." Mr. Big said lightly: "Da Li, come to the Confucian Palace to see me quickly." ”

After Mr. Da spoke, in just a moment, many great Confucians rushed to the Confucian Holy Palace from all over the country, except for some Confucians who were in retreat, or who were fighting in the southeast sea, other great Confucians came.

Zhao Zhe, who was embarrassed alone, took the lead and entered this void space.

After a while, the second, the third, and more and more Confucians all came.

Xu Shoucheng, Jiang Chongxu, Li Jiangchuan, Wang Shizhong, Xia Yu, Xiao Wuya, Qian Xuanfeng, plus Zhao Zhe, and Zhao Wouji, who is fighting, the top ten Confucians, have gathered together at this time, of course, Zhou Qingfeng, who vows to break through to the eighth grade in the secret realm, and Zhou Qingfeng, who does not break through the eighth grade, did not come.

Other great Confucians, such as Wang Jingzhen and other great Confucians, also gathered together.

But when Mr. Big summoned the Great Confucians to meet at the Confucian Sacred Palace for the first time, there were already a lot of Great Confucians, and they didn't come.

The war in the southeast sea has escalated in an all-round way and has become a funeral ground for Confucianism.

So far, more than 50 Confucians have died in battle, many of whom are old Confucians, and they have dedicated their last rays of light to Confucianism.

As for the university scholars, Hanlin, there are even more numerous.

At this time, many great Confucians saw that the only one who came here was not a great Confucian.

"I really came back alive, and judging by the situation, the injury shouldn't be too serious." At this moment, Jiang Chongxu and Li Jiangchuan glanced at each other and began to look at Fang Yi carefully.

The news that Fang Yi led the other nineteen students to destroy the Demon Domain and get out of the Demon Domain alive shocked the Confucianism and Taoism in the world, of course, everyone knew about it.

It's just that I heard that Fang Yi was seriously injured, almost dying, and could die at any time.

How could it be that just a few days had passed, how could Fang Yi stand in front of all of them in a dignified manner, and looking at his face, the qi and blood around him were all strong and abundant, and there was no sign of loss of vitality.

The other Great Confucians were also looking at Fang Yi curiously, and there were many Great Confucians among them, who were seeing Fang Yi for the first time.

They are all looking at this rising star, with amazing poetic talent, and even climbed to the top of the book mountain, known as Fang Yi, who is known as the first day of the great Confucianism and Taoism, among many great Confucians, it is also passed on by word of mouth.

Fang Yi smiled, looked at all the great Confucians, and responded with a smile one by one.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the battle of the eight products will also be of great benefit to you, the previous battle was too peaceful, it was not interesting, today, the two of them are about to fight it out, watching the battle of the eight products is also very beneficial to you, I hope you cherish this opportunity." Mr. Big also spoke at this time.

A few days ago, I was sitting and talking, and I took great pains to call all the great Confucians to watch the battle, which was not interesting.

But today is different, today Song Zhiwen is obviously ready to make a ruthless move, and Zao Wou-Ki may also have more powerful means, which have not been used, so today's battle is destined to be extremely exciting, and letting these great Confucians come to watch the battle may be able to inspire them more.

Hearing Mr. Big speak, the two people who were in the center of the battle stopped and turned around to look over.

It was also at this time that Zao Wou-ki, who was in the center of the battle, had just seen Fang Yi, and even more so the other great Confucians who had come to participate in the battle.

He was surprised and delighted in his heart, he didn't expect Fang Yi to really come back alive.

His excitement was beyond words, the reason why he wanted to fight Song Zhiwen was that he was worried that Fang Yi would not be able to come back, and vowed to ask Fang Yi for a fair return.

I didn't expect Fang Yi to get out of the Demon Domain alive.

Fang Yi also recounted his experience in the Demon Domain at a very fast speed at this time.

"Fortunately, I and the other nineteen students destroyed the Demon Domain, and they all escaped, and all the students came back alive." Fang Yi said to Zhao Wuji.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yi said again: "Without the kindness of Confucianism, Fang Yi is unforgettable. ”

Song Zhiwen, who learned the news, also laughed wildly: "Fang Yi, good job, destroy the Demon Domain, you have made a great contribution, and you are a hero of my Confucianism and Taoism." ”

"I can call the shots, you can put forward a condition, as long as it's not too much, I can promise you." Song Zhiwen was really happy, destroying the Demon Domain meant destroying the future enemy, which was really great news for Confucianism and Taoism.

"Okay." Fang Yi nodded, "Since Song Daru spoke, then Fang Yi has a reluctant request. ”

Song Zhiwen glanced at Fang Yi and suddenly realized what Fang Yi wanted to say, but the words had already been said just now and he couldn't take them back, but he still opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "Fang Yi, the reward I said is only for you alone, do you understand what I mean?" ”

Fang Yi shook his head: "In the battle of the Demon Domain, the twenty of us have experienced nine deaths and lives, and we almost died there several times, Fang Yi can't be so selfish. ”

"Fang Yi, today I invite Mr. Great, all the great Confucians to testify, Fang Yi today, I just want to ask you great Confucians, or the Great Confucianism, for one thing." Fang Yi stood up and said loudly.

"Say." Song Zhi already knew what Fang Yi wanted.

"Fang Yi, I want to be fair!"

"Fang Yi, do you really think that you destroyed the Demon Domain, and the entire Great Confucianism owes you, Song Daru is kind enough to reward you, you still want to open your mouth, you say, what do you want to do?" Jiang Chongxu didn't wait for Song Zhi to ask, and spoke first: "Fang Yi, if you see it, take it!" ”

"Yes, Fang Yi, why are you so ignorant." Li Jiangchuan also echoed at this time: "Now is the time when the country is in danger, and the entire Great Confucianism and Taoism are the same enemy, because of your words, Zhao Wuji Confucianism and Song Confucianism draw their swords against each other, what crime should you be guilty of!" ”

"What, two great Confucians, when I don't exist?" Zhao Zhe snorted coldly at this time, he opened his mouth and said to Mr. Big: "Mr. Big, please open up the battlefield, I want to compete with Jiang Daru and Li Daru!" ”

"Accurate!" Mr. Big did not hesitate at all, he took out a hosta from his hand, and waved it in the air to draw a battlefield.

"Zhao Zhe Daru, we respect you, it doesn't mean that we are afraid of you, you really want to fight against us, we are not afraid, just fight!" Jiang Chongxu and Li Jiangchuan glanced at each other and rushed directly into the battlefield.

The two of them are definitely not afraid, the battle between Song Zhiwen and Zao Wou-Ki is basically about to be decided, and Zao Wou-Ki is not Song Zhiwen's opponent.

And Song Daru is on their side, they naturally won't worry, as for Zhao Zhe, although he is a veteran Daru at the peak of the seventh grade, it is still difficult for one person to defeat the two of them.

As long as Zhao Zhe is dragged down, when Song Zhiwen defeats Zao Wou-ki, everything will come to an end.

A mere four-grade Confucian student still wants to stir up the situation of Confucianism and Taoism, which is simply unknown.

Ridiculously ridiculous.

The other great Confucians looked at each other, and no one spoke.

The matter of the pinnacle competition, the matter of the top ten Confucian discussions, they all know the reason, although everyone knows that all this is not fair, but no one speaks.

Their rank is not qualified, and no one will listen to them.

"Fang Yi, what do you want?" Song Zhiwen took a deep breath, then looked at Fang Yi and asked such a sentence.

"Song Daru, it's not that I want to do something, but I just want justice." Fang Yi spoke.

"Previously, in the pinnacle competition, those students who didn't go to the Demon Realm, but got the treasure of the Great Confucian, I want you to get the Great Confucian to take back their treasures, isn't this okay?" Fang Yi straightened up.

"We are working hard, but we have benefited them, I am afraid it will chill the hearts of our students who were born and died."

"In the Demon Domain, other students who have not obtained the treasure of Confucianism are as desperate as us, but they are raising those moths of Confucianism, scum and shame of Confucianism, I feel worthless for us, I hope to get a fair result!"

There was a coldness in Fang Yi's eyes: "If the Great Confucianism is unfair, Fang Yi will cry out for injustice one day, and if those great Confucian treasures are not taken back for a day, Fang Yi will not give up for a day!" ”

"Bold!!" Song Zhiwen was furious at this time, "Are you threatening me?" ”

"Fang Yi didn't dare to threaten Song Daru." Fang Yi glanced up at Song Zhiwen, took out the Tianshan jade from his arms, and put it on the ground: "This is Song Daru's treasure, Fang Yi doesn't dare to accept it, return it to Song Daru today!" ”

That Tianshan Jade is the treasure of the Eight Grades of Confucianism rewarded by Song Zhiwen, as a reward for the first place in the pinnacle competition.

But now, Fang Yi wants to return him to Song Daru.

This action made all the great Confucians moved, what is Fang Yi doing, this is a blatant slap in the face of Song Zhiwen.

The treasure of the eight-grade Confucianism given by Song Daru, Fang Yi said that he didn't want it.

"Hahahaha, good boy, bloody, the old man likes it!!" Zhao Wuji laughed wildly: "Fang Yi Xiaoyou, don't worry, even if the old man fights to the death, he will take back those great Confucian treasures." ”

"Fang Yi, you have to think about it." Song Daru obviously didn't expect that Fang Yi's personality would be so rebellious, he was about to turn his face.

"Fang Yi has thought about it." Fang Yi nodded: "Please Song Daru order to take back those Great Confucian treasures." ”

"What if I don't?" Song Zhiwen was extremely angry, and a calm look appeared on his face, he opened his mouth and looked at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi suddenly laughed wildly, leaning back and forth in laughter, and could barely stand up with laughter.

Everyone looked at Fang Yi blankly, even Mr. Big frowned, a little worried about Fang Yi's state.

Fang Yi laughed enough, and stood up straight again: "Master Ziyun: It's better to be a broken jade than a complete tile." ”

After saying this, Fang Yi burst out with terrifying talent around him and walked forward: "Song Daru, Fang Yi, launch a challenge to you, our battle is not only superior, but also life and death!" ”

Crazy, completely insane!!

Everyone looked at Fang Yi with incredible faces, he, he actually wanted to challenge the top Confucian of the eighth-rank Zaifu posture with the realm of four-rank sincerity!

Xia Yu stood up: "Fang Yi, don't be stupid!" ”

Xiao Wuya also spoke: "Fang Yi, go back, now is not the time to lose your temper." ”

Xu Shoucheng also spoke: "Fang Yi, there should be a two-pronged approach to this matter, not the time for you to be rash." ”

Wang Shizhong also stood up: "Fang Yi, go back." ”

Wang Jingzhen also said: "Senior brother, you still have a great future, there is no need to be buried because of this incident." ”

Fang Yi shook his head, his eyes were extremely determined, he had never been so determined as he was today.

"The kindness of all the great Confucians, Fang Yi understands it." Fang Yi opened his mouth and saluted the other great Confucians.

"You great Confucians may not have seen the desperate eyes of those poor disciples, but they have no hesitation to go to the Demon Domain, they don't deserve to be treated like that." Fang Yi remembered what those poor students said under Wang Tianyi's bewitchment.

They were afraid, but they never flinched.

They knew that they would die in the Demon Domain, but in the Demon Domain, they all desperately killed the Demon Clan.

"Da Li, Confucianism, sick." Fang Yi shook his head and took another step forward: "If you can save the Great Confucianism and Dao, if you want to shed blood and sacrifice, start with our Fang Yi first." ”

Song Zhiwen suddenly laughed wildly: "Fang Yi, if you can hold on until now, the deity really appreciates you a little, if you want to fight with me, it's not impossible, but you have to know that the deity can kill you with one finger." ”

Fang Yi's eyes were not afraid, he just looked straight at Song Zhi and asked, "Song Daru, there are always some things that are more precious than life!" ”

Everyone present fell silent.

After a while, Wang Jingzhen suddenly spoke: "Song Daru, Wang Jingru is not convinced, Wang Jingzheng is willing to fight with Song Daru." ”

Zhao Zhe, who was in the battle, also spoke: "After Zhao Zhe kills Jiang Daru and Li Daru, he will fight with Song Daru." ”

Xia Yu was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "Song Daru, please give an order to take back the treasure of Daru!" ”

Xu Shoucheng followed, as Luo Qingyi's master, he really couldn't see Fang Yi dying here today, he opened his mouth and asked: "Song Daru, Shoucheng is willing to take the position of the top Confucian in exchange for Song Daru's order to take back the treasure of Confucianism." ”

"Song Daru, please give an order to take back the treasure of Daru." Xiao Wuya also stood up.

"Song Daru, Fang Yi is a genius on the first day of Confucianism, I secretly think that Fang Yi is right, please Song Daru give an order to take back the treasure of Confucianism." Wang Shizhong also spoke at this time.

His disciple Xiao Ming returned from the Demon Domain, and he actually broke his own limitations, and his future achievements may be higher than him.

And Fang Yi, I don't know how much stronger than Xiao Ming, he will definitely be the choice of a saint in the future.

Song Zhiwen was so perverse, and even wanted to strangle the fifth saint of Confucianism and Taoism, but no one was willing.

Some other Confucians spoke one after another, especially the Jiangnan School Palace and the Shu Middle School Palace, as well as the Confucians of the Beiliang School Palace, and the Confucians opened their mouths one after another, allowing Song Confucianism to take back his fate.

If Fang Yi dies today, it will inevitably be a great loss for Confucianism and Taoism, and the sequelae will also very likely make the entire Great Confucianism and Taoism fall apart.

Song Zhiwen looked at his eyes one by one at this time, and finally laughed wildly: "Are you trying to force me Song Zhi to ask?" ”

None of the Confucians answered.

Song Zhiwen nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, since you have all expressed your position like this, Song Zhiwen will also express his position today." ”

"You can go up together, if you can defeat my Song Zhiwen, Song Zhiwen will promise you and order the recovery of the treasure of Confucianism!" Song Zhiwen's gaze swept towards everyone, and after finally glancing at Fang Yi, he turned back to Zhao Wuji: "Fang Yi, Confucianism, you can also go together." ”

"Okay, I'm willing to learn Song Daru's tricks." Xia Yu was the first to speak, then looked at Mr. Big, and said, "Please allow Mr. Big." ”

Mr. Big didn't have any expression, and said directly: "Accurate!" ”

Mr. Big never seemed to refuse any of their requests, and if they did, Mr. Big would grant them.

In an instant, Xia Yu, Xiao Wuya, Wang Shizhong, Xu Shoucheng, Wang Jingzhen and many other great Confucians all jumped in.

In total, there are more than twenty great Confucians.

Fang Yi also jumped in.

It's just that all the great Confucians stood in front of Fang Yi and blocked Fang Yi with their bodies.

Zao Wou-Ki stood at the forefront.

"I'll just give you one trick." Song Zhi asked lightly at this time.

In an instant, the Confucians didn't talk nonsense and shot directly.

Xiao Wuya turned into a million elite soldiers and rushed towards Song Daru.

Zao Wou-Ki was full of combat power, reciting his unique battle poem, "Slaying the Great Demon", this poem is a battle poem made by Zao Wou-Ki when he killed the eight-rank Great Demon with the realm of the Seven Confucians, and the power is extremely powerful.

He never used it, and at this time, he did his best for this last battle.

Xu Shoucheng Daru took out a book from his arms, and every page of the book had his own powerful supernatural powers, and at this time, the whole book was scattered into dozens of pages, dozens of pages, and each page had terrifying supernatural powers, and at this time, they all bombarded Song Daru.

In addition, Wang Shida, Wang Jingyu and many other great Confucians, all exerted their magical powers and rushed to Song Daru.

The shocking blow of such a top-level Confucian could almost destroy dozens of cities, and this time, all of them fell on Song Daru.

"Do you know what is the difference between the peak of the seventh grade and the eighth grade?" Song Daru didn't care at all in the face of countless supernatural powers, but approached step by step and walked towards everyone.

Take a step with him.

Xiao Wuya's millions of elite soldiers turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

took another step, and Xu Shoucheng's books directly collapsed.

In another step, the supernatural powers of other Great Confucians were resolved one by one by Song Daru.

And Song Daru is still light and light, and he doesn't seem to have any strength at all.

However, at this time, Zao Wou-ki's sword had already fallen head-on towards Song Daru.

Song Daru opened his mouth and said with a slight smile: "This sword of Wuji Ru is only a little level. ”

As he spoke, Song Daru did not dodge or dodge, opened his hands, stretched out his fingers, and went directly to meet Zhao Wouji's sword.

In the end, Song Zhiwen undoubtedly pinched Zao Wou-ki's sword with two fingers.

That sword can no longer cut a single bit.

"Slash me!!" Zao Wou-Ki swung down violently, and an even more terrifying power was instantly added to that sword.

The terrible sword was finally slashed hard.

"Boom!" That sword, like a bamboo, cut off Song Daru's fingers and cut off Song Daru's body.

"Wu Ji Confucian, this is like touching the threshold of the eighth grade." Song Zhiwen's body turned into two halves, but he still spoke: "This sword is of great standard. ”

After speaking, Song Zhiwen's body instantly disappeared under the power of Zhao Wouji's sword.

The other Confucians were stunned, and looked at Song Zhi who had turned into nothingness with a somewhat strange face, and asked, "It's so simple?" ”

Song Zhiwen was hunted by everyone so simply?

They won??

Zhao Wuji felt that something was not right, although the sword just now was strong, but if Song Zhiwen was so easy to kill, it would be strange.

"Guys, do you know where the biggest gap is between the peak of the eighth grade and the seventh grade?" Song Zhiwen's voice came again.

This time, everyone reacted, and Song Zhiwen was not dead.

Soon, in the eyes of everyone, Song Zhiwen's body, which had turned into ashes just now, re-condensed and formed at this time, and changed into its previous appearance again.

"The biggest gap between the peak of the eighth grade and the seventh grade is that it can be immortal and immortal." Song Zhiwen stood in place at this time, and said: "The Eight Grades of Martial Dao, called immortality and immortality, that is, the treasure of the flesh has been excavated to the most powerful realm, almost like a god, although Confucianism and Taoism do not excavate the treasure of the flesh, but it has the same characteristics as the Eight Grades of Martial Dao, and has a trace of the ability to be immune to damage. ”

"Infinite Confucianism, if you can really step into the eighth grade, the old diseases on your body will recover instantly, and there will be no trace of dark wounds." As he spoke, Song Zhiwen took another step forward.

"Guys, I said, I'll just let you make one move." Song Zhiwen spoke again.

He didn't make a move the whole time just now, but let everyone attack him, he was just passively beaten, but he didn't take the initiative to attack.

At this time, he stood in front of everyone and opened his hands, this was the first time he had made a move.

He pointed his finger at the group.

In an instant, a suffocating sensation of Mount Tai's overwhelming suffocation surged towards all the great Confucians.

The Confucians felt like their legs were filled with lead, forcing them to feel a little unsteady even on their feet.

"It's so strong!!" Although many great Confucians had already blocked in front of him in front of Fang Yi, his internal organs were still strongly squeezed, making him almost unable to bear it, and his seven orifices began to bleed out.

The other great Confucians, who were horizontal and vertical, were pointed down by Song Zhiwen and couldn't get up on the ground.

This is the power of the Eight Rank Confucian.

Snap your fingers to suppress!

Even Xu Shoucheng, Wang Shizhong, Xia Yu and Xiao Wuya, the four top Confucians, are like a three-year-old baby in front of Song Zhiwen, who can be crushed at will.

They are not at all on the same level.

The other Confucians watching the battle below all looked at Song Zhi with incredible faces, as if they were meeting Song Daru for the first time.

It's true, they have never seen such a powerful Song Daru.

At any time, they had never seen Song Daru go all out.

They thought that the peak of the seventh grade and the eighth grade were about the same.

But now they clearly know why Song Zhiwen is an eight-grade Confucian, and why Song Zhiwen can become the head of civil officials and the leader of Confucianism and Taoism.

This is the general means of a saint.

Zhao Wouji also had a bitter face, and said astringently: "You still have your hand before??" ”

Everyone knows that Zao Wou-Ki and Song Zhiwen fought for dozens of days in succession, and they thought that the battle between Zao Wou-Ki and Song Zhiwen was comparable.

But they never expected that they were sitting and talking at the beginning, even if it was a battle, Song Zhiwen forcibly suppressed his cultivation, and fought back and forth with Zao Wouji.

It turned out that that was not Song Daru's real strength.

Song Daru's real strength is that he can kill all the Confucians present with a snap of his fingers.

This is what it looks like for him to fight with all his might.

"Very strong." Everyone had bitterness on their faces, they didn't know that they hadn't fought, and as soon as they fought, they felt a deep despair.

"Everyone, is there anyone else who is willing to fight with Song?" Song Zhiwen looked at the other great Confucians and asked.

All the great drows were silent, and not one of them spoke.

It's not a realm, what to hit, what to use, with the head?

"If there is no one, let it be dispersed, and this is the end of the matter." Song Zhiwen finally showed a satisfied smile.

If he doesn't make a move, many Confucians really think that he is just a false name, and after this incident, it is estimated that no one will think so again.

"Song Daru." At this moment, Fang Yi raised his head, although the seven orifices were bleeding, Fang Yi still tried his best to make his body stand up straighter and more upright: "Song Daru, Fang Yi, haven't fallen down yet!" ”

"Fang Yi, the deity cherishes talents, but it doesn't mean that the deity's patience is unlimited." Song Zhiwen looked at Fang Yi, his fingers were slightly, and Fang Yi's body flew out upside down.

Fang Yi fell to the ground, gulping blood.

But in an instant, he stood up vigorously.

On the panel, Fang Yi added his Confucianism and Taoism realm to the Wupin Hanlin with Qi Luck Point.

The huge amount of talent around him wrapped Fang Yi's body, and in a short time, Fang Yi's injuries were restored, Fang Yi felt that his talent was surging, and the strength around him was more powerful.

In this way, Fang Yi slowly stood up.

[Fair Fight, Life and Death Choice]

You have 2 options. 1. Continue to ask Song Zhi to be tough.

[Ji Xiang: You will eventually get the fairness you want, dare to risk the world's disapproval, and do what no one dared to do before, you will get 500 luck points, and an additional reward of 100 fate.

Fierce appearance: The weak die of hard resistance, you are not strong enough to wrestle with Song Zhiwen, if you are forced, you may die. 】

2. Surrender to this.

[Auspicious phase: You will not have any loss, seek good fortune and avoid evil, you will get an additional 800 luck points and 200 fate.

Murderous appearance: There is no murderous appearance. 】

"Hahahaha." Fang Yi laughed wildly, looking at the content on the panel, he couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and bent down with a smile.

Submit to?

We have never known what surrender is.

Along the way, I have always fought for my life against the sky, and changed my life against the sky, so that I have everything I have today.

If I had surrendered, I would have become a dead body in the cold winter of the Northlands, and a meal for the beasts of the Northlands.

Fang Yi, it is impossible to surrender!!

Fang Yi chose to continue to fight against Song Zhiwen, he wanted the fairness in his heart.

"Song Daru, Fang Yi is not convinced, Fang Yi is not convinced!!" Fang Yi stood up straight at this time and challenged Song Zhiwen again.

"Fang Yi, you are very good, but you are very stubborn." Song Zhiwen shook his head and looked at Fang Yi: "Today, I will break up your bones and see how hard your bones are." ”

As he spoke, Song Zhiwen's big hand was a little bit more, and a terrifying force instantly struck towards Fang Yi.

At the critical moment, Zhao Wuji made another move and blocked in front of Fang Yi.

Hearing only a "bang", a terrifying force instantly swept through Zao Wou-ki, and Zao Wou-ki's body retreated in defeat one after another, blood overflowing from his mouth.

"Wu Ji Ru, you are not my opponent." Song Zhiwen shook his head: "I am willing to sit with you and discuss the Tao because you have the potential to become an eight-rank Confucian, but you are so ignorant of current affairs, I am afraid that there is no hope for the eight-rank in this life." ”

"Get out of the way, you have a few more days to live." Song Zhiwen's face turned completely cold, the successive accidents, the successive confrontations, had exhausted the limit of his patience, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

No one can continue to stop him, no one.

But Zao Wou-Ki still stood firmly in front of Fang Yi, in the midst of the scene, no one could stop Song Zhiwen anymore, only he could stalemate with Song Zhiwen for a while.

If he risked his life and fought to the death with Song Zhiwen, he might be able to delay for a longer time.

"Wu Ji Confucian, I heard that you specialize in war poetry??" At this moment, Fang Yi, who was behind Zhao Wuji, suddenly spoke.

Zhao Wuji was slightly stunned, not knowing what Fang Yi suddenly meant by this sentence.

Fang Yi smiled and spoke: "Wu Ji Confucian, Fang Yi has been feeling it a few days ago, and he has made a few battle poems, and I want to give them to Wu Ji Confucian." ”

Zhao Wuji was stunned, and then overjoyed: "Fang Yi Xiaoyou, you can read it out and listen to it." ”

"As it should be." Fang Yi glanced at the other great Confucians at this time and spoke.

"This first song is called "From the Army"

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and my heart is uneven."

Fang Yi read the first sentence.

The surrounding heaven and earth qi changed in an instant, and a monstrous talent burst out from Fang Yi's body.

In his body, the stars of Wenqu shone brightly, and then all that talent was transferred to Zhao Wuji's body.

Zhao Wuji was surprised and delighted, and looked at Song Zhi with a wild smile: "Song Zhi asked, today, the old man is fighting this old bone, but he also wants to be a good student to learn your true skills." ”

"Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city." Fang Yi remained silent and continued to read the second sentence at this time.

Song Zhiwen's face remained unchanged, and he looked at Fang Yi: "Do you want to help Zao Wou-Ki break through with the help of war poems, or rather, by enhancing Zao Wou-ki's combat power, give me a fight?" ”

"You may have mistaken your calculations." Song Zhiwen shook his head, in the face of absolute strength, everything else is vain.

"The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with the sound of drums." Fang Yi continued to speak, and the talent in his body continued to rush towards Zhao Wuji.

Song Zhiwen is right, Fang Yi is this idea, he can't defeat Song Zhiwen now, that's natural, Song Zhiwen is an eight-grade Confucian after all.

But Zao Wou-Ki maybe.

Zhao Wou-Ki has already touched the threshold of the eighth grade, and he specializes in war poetry, war poetry, Fang Yi has too much here.

The strength around Zhao Wouji's body at this time had swelled dozens of times compared to before, and he felt that he had inexhaustible power around him, and it was extremely powerful.

At the same time, Fang Yi also read out the last line of poetry.

"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."

In an instant, all the great Confucians present felt their ears explode, especially the last line of the poem, "Rather be a centurion than a scholar." This sentence made everyone's hearts surging instantly.

Fang Yi is using today's events to satirize everyone present.

"From the Army"

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and my heart is uneven."

"Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city."

"The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with the sound of drums."

"It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."

"Hahaha, hahahaha." Zao Wou-Ki smiled at this time, and then he slashed at Song Zhiwen with a sword, and then said, "Song Zhiwen, how is this poem?" ”

"One song, maybe not quite right." Song Zhiwen looked at him coldly: "I still can't save you, and I can't save him." ”

"One song is not good, Fang Yi has a second one!!"

At this moment, Fang Yi spoke loudly.

All the great Confucians were even more shocked, he could still make war poems?

Some people died, but not completely......