"If one song doesn't work, Fang Yi can also make a second one." Fang Yi opened his mouth loudly.

"He still has war poems??" Many Confucians were talking about it at this time.

Fang Yi has an amazing poetic talent, which is known to many great Confucians, he is quite talented in poetry, and he can become thousands of poems at every turn, and the war poems he made are even more unique.

In order to Fang Yi before, the Shu Middle School Palace had sent two great Confucians to the Jiangnan School Palace to plunder talents, and many of the great Confucians present were very clear.

This time, Fang Yi shot again, and this song "From the Army" is also very exciting.

Many of the great Confucians present were top scholars who had read poetry and books, and how could they not know what Fang Yi wanted to express after reading "From the Army".

The first three paragraphs are all about the war in the Northland, and the last sentence is the finishing touch.

I'd rather be a centurion in the midst of this great battle than a scholar of intrigue.

This poem is very suitable for use here.

These top Confucians are calculating back and forth, which makes Fang Yi dissatisfied, and what is wrong with Fang Yi of others? ?

He Fang Yi just wants justice. 33

They fought bloodily, destroyed the Demon Domain, and made great contributions to the Confucianism and Taoism of the Great Departure, don't they deserve to have justice? ?

If this is the case, Confucianism and Taoism in the world, who else wants to work so hard??

This poem satirizes these great Confucians present, but also expresses Fang Yi's state of mind.

He is worthy of being a world-class poet.

This time, Fang Yi said that he even had a second poem, which made everyone look forward to it even more.

"Fang Yi's second poem is called "Pavilion Night"!" Fang Yi said loudly at this time.

"The yin and yang of the twilight of the year urge the short scene, and the frost and snow at the end of the world are cold night."

As Fang Yi read the first sentence, his whole body was shaken, and with the starlight of Wenqu, it fell into Zhao Wouji's body.

These battle poems were all given to Zao Wou-Ki by Fang Yi.

He wants to help Zao Wou-Ki achieve the Eight Rank of Confucianism, or let Zao Wou-Ki's combat power increase and compete with Song Zhiwen.

"Hahaha." Zao Wou-Ki laughed wildly: "Wonderful, wonderful, this battle poem, just listen to the first sentence, it makes the old man feel that it is a shocking war poem, today, the old man will use the power of the little friend to go straight to the clouds!" ”

"Song Zhi asked, get over here and die!!" Zao Wou-Ki has always had a violent temper, he was beaten by Zao Wou-Ki just now, he didn't have a temper, he was already holding back his anger, at this moment, with the blessing of the first battle poem, his combat power soared dozens of times.

"Kill!!" Zhao Wou-Ki swung out his sword, carrying the treasure light of the war poem, which instantly increased tenfold and slashed at Song Zhiwen.

"Although the war poem is strong, you must be able to make it yourself." Song Daru was not afraid, and with a slight click of his fingers, he shattered one of Zhao Wouji's swords.

Then it was another point, and it was on Zao Wou-Ki's body.

But Zhao Wouji's body stood in place, not even moving, with the blessing of Fang Yi's battle poems, he didn't know how many times stronger his combat power was than before.

In other words, Song Daru's blow was enough to seriously injure Zao Wou-ki.

But now, everything is different.

At the same time, Fang Yi read out the second sentence.

"The sound of the five watch drums and horns is tragic, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaking."

The sound of war drums around him suddenly rose, accompanied by the terrifying sound of war drums, Zao Wou-Ki only felt that his strength had reached a higher level.

At this time, Song Zhiwen could no longer help him, and between Zhao Wouji's shots, he had already fought back and forth with Song Zhiwen.

"Come on, fight, what, this won't work??" Zao Wou-Ki laughed wildly, and kept getting close to Song Zhiwen, the sound of collisions between the two came and went, and the battle began to become more and more intense.

Fang Yi accelerated the progress.

"Thousands of families heard the war, and Yige started fishing in several places."

"Wolong Prancing Horse ends in loess, and there are few people and books."

"Another poem for the ages!!" The Confucians in the audience all looked at Fang Yi sluggishly at this time.

When Fang Yi raised his hand, he made another battle poem.

Sometimes these great Confucians themselves are thinking, really, they don't know how Fang Yi's brain grows at all.

Why can he make a stunning poem with every gesture?

Moreover, these two battle poems, many Confucians have guessed, and they should be at least the battle poems of the fourth realm.

The aura on Zao Wou-Ki's body became more and more violent, and the war poems made by Fang Yi were given to Zao Wou-ki, and the power of the war poems was naturally added to Zao Wou-ki's body.

Zao Wou-ki's combat power has increased several times compared to before.

This time, Song Zhiwen finally put away his contempt.

If he continued like this, maybe he would really lose in the hands of Zao Wou-Ki.

"Wu Confucian, the power of the two battle poems is enough to triple your combat power, but this is still not enough for Song Mou." Song Zhiwen no longer suppressed his strength at this time, and he took off a jade ring from the ring finger of his left hand.

In the incredulous eyes of everyone, Song Zhiwen whispered: "Unsealed!" ”

In the next moment, Song Zhiwen's strength was more than several times stronger than now.

"Just now, I only used one-third of my strength, I thought that I wouldn't use such a strong strength to deal with you, but now, at least this kid impresses me." Song Zhiwen explained: "Today, Song will have a good time with you." ”

"What??" The Confucians looked at Song Zhiwen with shocked faces, completely incredulous.

Song Zhi asked that he had even sealed his own power before??

So how powerful is he?

It only took one-third of his strength to defeat more than 20 great Confucians, including Zao Wou-ki, who had touched the threshold of the eighth grade.

"Song Daru has a ring on his hand." At this moment, a big Confucian in the audience exclaimed.

Everyone looked carefully, and it was true, Song Zhiwen also had a ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

This means that even if it is Song Zhiwen now, he still does not use all his strength, he still has spare strength.

Now, he uses up to two-thirds of his strength.

But Rao is like this, everyone has already felt the power of suppression, filling the surroundings.

Even in the exclusive viewing area, they all felt the coercion from Song Daru.

Around heaven and earth, there is the breath of Song Daru everywhere.

Only then did they realize what was the gap between the real eighth grade and the seventh grade.

Song Zhiwen's eight products, for them, are simply god-like means.

"Extremely Confucian, forcing Song Zhiwen to use two-thirds of his strength, Fang Yi and you are enough to be proud, even if the deity fought with a demon demon at the beginning, it did not force me to unseal my own power." Song Zhiwen said with a smile at this time: "Today, let Song tell you why the deity is the eighth grade, why the deity is the posture of the slaughter, and you, at best, can only be regarded as touching the threshold of the eighth grade!" ”

Song Zhiwen's power instantly sealed this piece of battle area.

"Boom!!" When Song Zhiwen raised his hand, a powerful storm of power swept towards Zao Wou-ki.

"Boom, boom!!" The monstrous talent storm exploded around Zao Wou-ki.

Zao Wou-Ki snorted, but he still stood.

Fang Yi was also blocked by the terrifying talent power around him, and between heaven and earth, it seemed that everything could not escape the power seal of Song Zhiwen.

Fang Yi wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't even move, let alone stand up, and he couldn't speak.

Until, the Wenqu Star in his Wen Palace seemed to sense the crisis Fang Yi was facing at this time, and the fragments of the Wenqu Star began to burst out with a strange light, illuminating Fang Yi's body.

Only then did Fang Yi's originally stiff body be liberated at this time.

Fang Yi moved his body.

Then he said loudly: "Song Daru can unseal the power, it is really strong, but Fang Yi still has poems to give to Zhao Daru!" ”

Fang Yi's opening was shocked.

It's really insane.

Fang Yi even has poems?

He can still compose poems, but how many poems he still has, and how he made poems, each of them is a masterpiece.

If Fang Yi continues to do this, I am afraid that he will become a saint with the way of poetry.

Could it be that with the development of Confucianism and Taoism so far, is there really a saint of poetry?

"Hahaha, hahaha." Zao Wou-Ki was still laughing wildly: "Today, it is really Zao Wou-Ki's happiest day, there is such a powerful war poem to give to Zao Wou-ki, Zao Wou-Ki died in battle today, so what's the matter!" ”

"Song Daru, today, Fang Yi is going to compose the third battle poem, called "Ancient Meaning"" Fang Yi stood up straight and began to recite.

"Men's long march, young and quiet Yanke."

Fang Yi read it out as if he was talking to himself.

"Gambling to win under the horse's hooves, the origin is seven feet lighter."

"Before you dare to kill, you must be like a hedgehog."

Fang Yiyou recited four lines of poetry one after another, his voice was sonorous and tactful, full of murderous intent.

"Yellow clouds and white clouds fly at the bottom of Longdi, and you can't return without repaying your kindness."

"The little woman in Liaodong is fifteen years old, and she is used to playing the pipa to understand singing and dancing."

"Today, the sound of the Qiang flute has made our three armies cry like rain."

In the end, everyone only felt that they were in the vast northland, and saw countless good sons and daughters who were separated from each other killing enemies on the northland frontier, and when they were fighting, they did not care about their bodies, killed people and sucked blood, did not make war exploits, and swore to die and never return. She played the song of the plug with the Qiang flute, which made the soldiers of the three armies cry like rain.

That was the war in the Northlands.

For a while, all the great Confucians had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

Even the Confucian scholars wanted to analyze this battle poem before, and they didn't know where to start for a while.

The bleak atmosphere came, the sounds of fighting all around, the sound of battle, the rumbling of iron hooves, and the vast north.

At this moment, Zao Wou-ki's eyes erupted with a chilling murderous intent: "Today, the old man is also going to take a look at the eight grades." ”

As he spoke, Zao Wou-Ki slashed at Song Zhi with a sword and asked, "Just take you as the touchstone of the old man!" ”

"Confucianism, I have comprehended the killing intent in this battle poem!!" A great Confucian spoke.

This battle poem, killing intent is like a knife, but it is as desolate as snow, and the last sentence "makes my three armies cry like rain" is simply a pen of heaven and man, which makes people hurt to the extreme, but they are desperate.

Zao Wou-Ki has gained a lot in this battle poem, and his fighting spirit is even more awe-inspiring.

"If you can be promoted to the eighth rank in the battle with the deity, and the deity is your touchstone, why not?" Song Zhiwen laughed, stretched out his big hand, and directly slapped Zhao Wouji's terrifying sword.

Zhao Wuji didn't answer at this time, but turned to look at Fang Yi again.

"Fang Yi Xiaoyou, but there are still war poems to give??"

Zao Wou-Ki entered the critical moment of comprehending the realm of the Eight Great Confucians, but at this time, the three battle poems were not enough.

That's why he asked Fang Yi.

The eyes of the other great Confucians were also focused on Fang Yi.

Fang Yi, can he still make war poems?

Fang Yi laughed: "It is said that I have a world-shattering poetic talent, today, Fang Yi is arrogant, and let you see, what is amazing!" ”

"Zhao Daru wants to fight poetry, Fang Yi still has it!"

He can even make war poems??

Many great Confucians looked at Fang Yi at this time, and they were stunned for a while, and they were looking forward to it in their hearts.

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