Song Zhiwen's tone was full of joy, but at the same time, there was also endless helplessness.

He did underestimate Fang Yi.

Fang Yi has indeed been constantly surprising him from the beginning to the present.

This poem completely conquered Song Zhiwen.

Zao Wou-Ki had previously pursued the ultimate of battle and neglected the cultivation of his state of mind, which was the reason why he had touched the threshold of the eighth grade, but he was never able to go further.

He was too self-willed, as he had been from the beginning, or he wouldn't have been called a "madman" before.

This is not only a strength, but also the biggest shortcoming that restricts him from going further.

Fang Yi helped him make up for this last shortcoming.

Zao Wou-ki's state of mind, at this time, was completely complete, and he had officially entered the hall and entered the realm of the Eight Rank of Confucianism.

When he stabilizes his state of mind, he will be regarded as a real eight-rank Confucian.

How could this not make Song Zhiwen feel happy.

For so many years, Dali Confucianism and Taoism have been difficult for him to support alone, and this time there is Zao Wou-ki, and Dali Confucianism and Taoism are expected to flourish in the future.

Song Zhiwen no longer continued to block the world at this time, but turned the figure back into its original form.

"This battle is over." Song Zhiwen spoke, dissipating the power of his powerful talent.

There is no need to fight any more.

Zao Wou-Ki has already broken through the Eight Rank Confucianism, so there is no need to fight like this.

Zao Wou-ki's realm had just stabilized at this time, and he needed to retreat and comprehend the power, so it was not suitable to continue to fight.

Otherwise, the foundation will be unstable, and it is very likely to slip into the realm in the future.

Song Zhiwen didn't want to see this scene.

"Song Daru is ready to give an order to take back the treasure of Daru??" Zhao Wuji looked at Song Zhiwen at this time and asked.

"Please give an order from Song Daru to take back the treasure of Confucianism." Fang Yi also spoke at this time.

"Huh??" Song Zhiwen's face instantly turned cold: "What did I say before?" ”

"Did you defeat me??" Song Zhiwen waved his hand at this time, turned around and was about to leave: "This matter should not be mentioned again, there is no great Confucianism, you retreat and cultivate as soon as possible." ”

"So, don't you still want to continue fighting??" Zao Wou-Ki said with a faint smile, contrary to the previous scene, this time, the talent around Zao Wou-Ki surged, blocking this world.

Song Zhi couldn't get out.

Fang Yi didn't speak anymore.

Song Zhiwen's face became more and more ugly: "Zao Wou-ki, the deity has been tolerated again and again, have you pinched the deity as a soft persimmon??" ”

"You can't defeat me, it's enough for you to break through the eighth grade, what else do you want??" Song Zhiwen turned around and looked at Zao Wou-Ki at this time, and opened his mouth angrily.

"Fang Yi Xiaoyou and I, we just want justice, is it that difficult??" Zhao Wuji sighed and spoke: "Since Song Daru refuses to give the order, then I have no choice but to accompany him to the end and continue to fight, saying that I want to help Fang Yi Xiaoyou get back justice, and I can't be untrustworthy." ”

"Song Daru, please." Zao Wou-Ki spoke firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

……

The other great Confucians all looked at the battlefield with shocked faces.

They were shocked by Song Daru's persistence, and admired Fang Yi and Zao Wou-Ki's persistence even more.

Song Daru did not want to order the recovery of the treasure of Confucianism because it involved the dispute between the court, he was in the line of the crown prince, and many choices he made had to be made for the prince to inherit the throne smoothly.

Recovering the treasure of Confucianism is not in the interests of the prince of the East Palace, and Song Daru is certainly unwilling to do it.

But this Fang Yi and Zao Wou-Ki are both paranoid madmen, admitting death and vowing not to give up until they achieve their goal.

These people bumped into each other, and I am afraid that this matter will not be easy to solve.

"Zao Wou-ki, Fang Yi, the deity told you, I cherish my talents, I don't want to kill you, you should be able to feel it." Song Zhiwen said lightly at this time: "However, you are pulling the deity, and you have to persecute the deity no matter what." ”

"Master Ziyun: It's tolerable, it's unbearable."

"Today, in front of everyone, the deity is not afraid to kill you, all of this is what you forced me to do!!"

Saying that, Song Zhiwen finally stopped defending this time, but took the initiative to attack.

Song Zhiwen was actually right before, he never made a dead move.

But this time, he wasn't going to keep his hand.

Song Zhiwen walked towards Zao Wou-Ki step by step: "I forgot to tell you, three years ago, I was already at the peak of the eighth grade three years ago. ”

"Zao Wou-ki, when you first entered the eighth grade, you may not know what the difference is between the eighth grade and the peak of the eighth grade."

Song Zhiwen raised his hand, and then fell.

The talent surging in Zao Wou-ki's body just now became a seal of imprisonment and harmony here, and at this time, as soon as Song Zhiwen raised his hand and waved his hand, it completely dissipated.

"See?" Song Zhiwen looked at Zhao Wuji with a cold look in his eyes at this time: "This is the difference. ”

"Boom!" Song Zhiwen pointed his finger, and when he pointed at Zao Wou-ki, the power fell on Zao Wou-ki, and a "bang-boom" burst out in an instant.

Zao Wou-Ki was injured all over his body, and his blood was pouring out.

Zao Wou-ki, who had just entered the eighth grade, could not resist the attack of Song Zhiwen, who was at the peak of the eighth grade.

One move and one formula have been seen.

"Song Daru really hides his strength." A great Confucian sighed.

They had guessed before that Song Daru had achieved the Eight Rank Great Confucianism for many years, and with all his means, he might have cultivated to the point of spiritual creation.

Song Daru just now still kept his hand.

This time is Song Zhiwen's real combat power.

The battle between the two eight-rank Confucians, carrying Fang Yi, made Fang Yi, who was closest to the two of them, and Fang Yi who was in the middle of the battlefield very uncomfortable.

The aftermath of their concussion fell on Fang Yi, and it was a weight that Fang Yi's life could not bear.

Fang Yi's body cracked directly, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

……

"Mr. Big, please stop it!" At this moment, several great Confucians began to speak.

They knew that now that there was a real battle between Zao Wou-Ki and Song Zhiwen, no matter which of the two would win in the end, it would be an immeasurable loss for Confucianism and Taoism.

Especially now that it is one-sided, if Song Zhiwen defeats Zhao Wouji, and because of this, Zhao Wouji cannot consolidate the eight-rank realm, or even directly descend to the seven-rank realm, it will be a great loss for Confucianism and Taoism.

But their cultivation realm is shallow, and they don't have the right to speak at all, and they can't stop it.

At this time, they can only hope for Mr. Big.

Mr. Big is the teacher of Confucianism, equivalent to half a saint, only Mr. Big opened his mouth to stop it, or Mr. Big directly blocked it, maybe he could stop the fight between the two Confucians.

Mr. Big shook his head, not intending to make a move.

From the very beginning, Mr. Big was detached from the outside world, and did not express any opinions at all, even his expression was Gujing Wubo, and he had an expression throughout the whole process.

For the request of the great Confucians, Mr. Big didn't even say a word.

The other Confucians are a little desperate, watching a new eight-rank Confucian who is about to rise, but after today, I am afraid that they will fall.

……

"Fang Yi Xiaoyou, can you still hold on?" At this time, while Zhao Wuji was tired of coping, he still glanced at Fang Yi and asked.

He saw that Fang Yi's condition was not very good, and there were terrible wounds bursting all over his body, obviously seriously injured.

After all, Fang Yi's cultivation strength was still too weak, such a battle of the Eight Rank Great Confucians, let alone him, even if any of the Great Confucians present in the battle came in, they would be seriously injured.

Fang Yi coughed a few times at this time, spit out the red blood in his mouth, and then struggled to stand up.

"Zhao Daru." Fang Yi said with difficulty: "I...... I have one last battle poem to give you. ”

Zao Wou-ki's eyes, which were already scattered, suddenly appeared with hope.

Fang Yi, Fang Yi even has war poems!

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Song Zhiwen or other great Confucians, they were all stunned.

Once again, they were shocked.

Fang Yi even has battle poems??

How many battle poems does he still have??

How much potential does he have that hasn't been tapped?

Fang Yi stood up.

"This poem is called "Jiangchengzi, Hunting Endlessly". Fang Yi's talent continued to pour into his internal organs, moisturizing and soothing the extremely serious injuries in Fang Yi's body.

"The old man talks about the madness of youth, the left leads the yellow, the right Qingcang, the brocade hat and the mink Qiu, and the thousand horses roll Pinggang."

Fang Yi read word by word.

"In order to repay the city, follow the Taishou, shoot the tiger in person, and watch Sun Lang."

"It's a battle song!!" The other Confucians were excited again.

Fang Yi, Fang Yi actually made a battle song again.

"No, this poem, just made Shangque, is so powerful and majestic, and the weather is thousands, if it is a full word, then it will be done." A great Confucian exclaimed.

Zao Wou-Ki's strength suddenly skyrocketed again.

Song Zhiwen's one-finger power is still falling, but unfortunately, compared with before, this one-finger power can no longer shake Zhao Wouji.

"The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter? In the clouds, when will Feng Tang be sent? ”

"Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf."

Fang Yi finally supported his body and recited the complete battle words.

As soon as this word came out, the qi of heaven and earth changed.

At this time, in the outside world, the broken army star is shining brightly at this time, almost shining on the world.

In the past, among the Big Dipper, the brightest was Wenqu Xing Kuixing, but this time, after Fang Yi's first word was made, the starlight of the Broken Army Star even surpassed that of Wenqu Xing.

The terrifying Wenqu starlight projected a strip that directly illuminated the place.

Although this is a unique battlefield opened up by Mr. Big, the starlight of the broken army still shines here.

Seventy percent of the Broken Army Starlight shone on Fang Yi's body, and the other three percent shone on Zhao Wouji's body.

Zao Wou-Ki's aura was rising.

Fang Yi spoke again: "This poem was written by Zhao Wuda. ”

In an instant, the Broken Army Starlight once again split two points from Fang Yi's body, and once again shone on Zhao Wouji's body.

Zao Wou-Ki laughed wildly, he repeated Fang Yi's battle words word by word: "The old man talks about juvenile madness!" ”

"Song Zhi asked, in today's battle, you may have to die under my hands!!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked!

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