Zao Wou's great Confucianism actually said such a thing in the middle?

Song Daru wants to die at the hands of Zhao Daru?

But Song Daru is a strong man at the peak of the eighth grade, and even if Zhao Daru enters the eighth grade today, he is not Song Daru's opponent.

Mr. Big's brows furrowed slightly, he had been watching the battle from the sidelines, but he had not spoken.

This time, his eyes were fixed on Zao Wou-Ki.

He felt that the strength around Zhao Wouji's body was skyrocketing inch by inch, and the eight-rank realm, which was originally unstable, was also completely stabilized at this time.

No one else can notice such changes, but only Mr. Big can detect them.

Mr. Big was a powerhouse comparable to the demi-saint level, and he could subtly sense the changes in Zao Wou-ki's body.

With the help of Fang Yi's first word, Zao Wou-Ki successfully reached the true eighth grade.

Song Zhiwen also looked at Zao Wou-Ki in surprise and suspicion.

He, like Mr. Big, clearly perceived the changes in Zao Wou-ki.

"You've stabilized your realm?" Song Zhiwen was a little unbelievable, and for a while, he held his hand.

"The old man talks about juvenile madness!" Zhao Wouji's eyes were fixed on Song Zhi at this time.

As he pronounced these words, the power around him began to expand rapidly, swelling to dozens of times stronger than his previous realm.

"The left leads the yellow, the right Qingcang, the brocade hat mink Qiu, and the thousand horses roll Pinggang."

Zao Wou-Ki read the poem given to him by Fang Yi word by word.

In Fang Yi's perspective, the Broken Army Starlight shines on Zhao Wouji's body at this time, and with the blessing of the Broken Army Star, Zhao Wouji's strength will become stronger and stronger.

At this time, a yellow talent in his left hand instantly turned into a divine dog, the dog barked at the moon, and a cyan talent in his right hand turned into an eagle and looked around, standing beside Zhao Wouji.

Under Zao Wou-ki's legs, a horse was born, and behind him, thousands of cavalry followed him.

The imagery in this poem turned into Zao Wouji's combat power at this time.

Under this kind of combat power, Song Zhiwen felt palpitations for the first time.

This is the trembling he has never felt since he became an eight-rank great Confucian and a zaifu.

Especially three years ago, when he became the peak of the eighth grade, he never felt the taste of fear again.

That time, when he carried several top Confucians at the peak of the seventh rank to the southeast sea to seal the demon clan, he had never felt this feeling.

But the current Zao Wou-Ki gave him this feeling.

"In order to repay the city, follow the Taishou, shoot the tiger in person, and watch Sun Lang." Zao Wou-Ki continued to recite this poem at this time, and the fighting intent and killing intent on his body were all accumulating strength, ready to attack at any time.

"The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter?" Zao Wou-Ki continued.

"In the clouds, when will Feng Tang be sent?" Thinking of this, the powerful strength around Zao Wou-Ki had accumulated to an extremely terrifying level.

It's almost a tipping point.

In anticipation, Zao Wou-Ki finally read out the last line of poetry.

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

In the blink of an eye, Zao Wou-Ki used his talent to draw his bow and arrow, and aimed an arrow at Song Zhiwen, who was in the northwest of Zao Wou-Ki at this time.

At this time, Song Zhiwen, in the eyes of Zao Wou-ki, had already turned into a heavenly wolf.

"Whoosh!!" Zao Wou-Ki charged his strength, and above the bow and arrows, the terrifying power was instantly condensed together.

"Roar!" The yellow divine dog, which turned into a tengu at this time, opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it straight towards Song Zhiwen.

The goshawk hovered above, emitting a low roar, it was like an arrow off the string, with Zao Wou-ki's arrow, and the tengu, it sent a fatal blow towards Song Zhiwen.

At this time, Song Zhiwen incarnated as a celestial wolf, more than eight feet long, and pounced directly towards the tengu at this time.

A slap shattered the tengu, and the figure of the tengu was shattered into dozens of pieces, but even if it was condensed and formed again, in the blink of an eye, it turned into dozens of tengu again, and at this time it pounced on Song Zhiwen again.

The goshawk is also at this time, in an instant.

The long mouth, which was as hard and sharp as a knife, comparable to the most powerful weapon in the world, came straight to Song Zhiwen.

"Qiang, bang." The goshawk's long beak collided with Song Zhiwen at this time, making a sound like the collision of gold and stone, and in the end, it left a trace on Song Zhiwen's body.

Song Zhiwen was injured for the first time.

But after being injured, Song Zhiwen became even more crazy, and the body of the wolf began to grow, directly smashing the yellow divine dogs that were screaming around them, so that they could no longer condense and form, and finally completely dissipated, disappeared invisibly, and completely turned into powder.

The next moment, the wolf directly stretched out its wolf claws, grabbed the goshawk hovering above its head and launched an attack at any time, and directly raised its hand to grab it, shattering it and turning it into pieces.

But at this moment, Zao Wou-ki's arrow finally roared.

"Boom!!" The arrow was about to pierce the wolf, but it was resisted by the wolf's body.

This blow made a huge roar, a loud sound.

However, this arrow never pierced the body of the wolf.

But the power of the arrow was not broken.

With the power of a sword, he once again pierced into the incomparably hard skin of the wolf, piercing the skin and flesh.

In the end, with the power of an arrow, it pierced the body of the wolf.

"Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, shoot the wolf!" With the blessing of this battle word, Zao Wou-Ki pierced Song Zhiwen with an arrow.

In Zao Wou-ki's eyes, the body of the Sky Wolf flew out upside down and fell to the ground, dying.

In the eyes of others, the two of them had a shocking battle just now.

Song Zhiwen had previously broken ten thousand methods with his strength, and with a wave of his hand, he broke Zao Wou-ki's rotational attacks, many attacks.

Only Zao Wou's last arrow fell on Song Zhiwen's body, and Song Zhiwen did not dodge the past this time, but took the arrow with his body.

But this arrow was extremely powerful, and Song Daru didn't resist it.

Instead, Song Daru looked at the arrow with a dull gaze, piercing his body.

His body dissipated violently, bursting apart inch by inch, and finally turning into nothingness.

But soon, Song Daru's body was re-condensed.

And this time, he looked at Zao Wou-Ki with a dull look on his face.

Red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was injured.

Silent!

Quiescence!

Deathly silence!

Even Zhao Zhe, Jiang Chongxu and Li Jiangchuan, who were fighting on another battlefield, stopped fighting and watched this shocking battle.

Song Daru, I'm injured!!

Song Zhiwen is the first leader of Dali Confucianism and Taoism, and in the case of Mr. Da's existence as a half-saint, Song Zhiwen is the first person under Dali and a half-saint.

In everyone's cognition, Song Daru will not be defeated.

He has never failed, and the records he left behind are the strongest records in the history of Confucianism and Taoism.

In the hearts of many Confucianists and Taoists, Song Daru is a god-like figure.

But today, God has fallen from the altar.

It turns out that God can also be hurt.

……

After a while, it was Zao Wou-Ki who broke the silence: "Song Daru, do you still want to fight?" ”

Song Zhiwen was stunned for a long time, and then he came back to his senses, and he shook his head slightly: "Wuji Confucianism has entered the ranks of the eight grades, and has entered the Tao with "war", becoming a real "war" Confucian, and his combat power is unparalleled. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was even more stunned.

Song Zhiwen actually admitted that he had been defeated, and said that he would not continue to fight with Zhao Wuji.

He personally admitted that he was not Zhao Daru's opponent.

Fang Yi laughed wildly at this time, and then collapsed to the ground.

The shocking battle between Zao Wou-Ki and Song Zhiwen, as a bystander, Fang Yi was completely affected, and Zao Wou-ji was protecting Fang Yi at all times.

But how could they protect it so thoroughly, the terrifying power that erupted between them was constantly impacting Fang Yi.

Fortunately, Fang Yi added points before, adding himself to the realm of the Five Rank Hanlin Realm.

He also practiced martial arts, and as a vulgar martial artist, the importance of martial arts was evident at this time.

That is, the body is strong enough to endure the exercises.

But Rao is like this, Fang Yi's skin has exploded all over his body at this time, and the blood is not stopping, if it weren't for the clothes to cover it, the current Fang Yi is completely a bloody person.

At the end of this war, Fang Yi finally got the result he wanted, that is, fairness.

Song Zhiwen said before, if he can defeat him, he can let him order to take back the great Confucian treasures of those students.

This time, he finally did it.

"Song Daru, I hope you will do what you say." Zhao Wuji walked towards Fang Yi step by step at this time, and asked, "Fang Yi Xiaoyou, do you need help?" ”

Fang Yi slumped on the ground, still laughing, until he was exhausted from laughing, then Fang Yi struggled to speak: "Thank you Wujiru, congratulations to Wujiru." ”

But Fang Yi refused Zao Wou-Ki's help.

"Fang Yi, you can still stand up." Fang Yi finally stood up slowly under everyone's gaze.

He stood up.

Fang Yi was still able to stand up.

Everyone looked at Fang Yi in disbelief.

Fang Yi turned around, glanced at Song Zhi and asked, "Song Daru, you saw it today, Fang Yi's bones are very hard!" ”

With that, Fang Yi moved step by step and began to walk out.

The Great Confucian present was stunned, but they all came back to their senses in an instant, Fang Yi was replying to what Song Daru had said to Fang Yi when he first started to make a move.

"I'm going to break your bones apart and see how hard your bones are."

This time, Fang Yi really wanted Song Zhi to ask how hard his bones were.

Zao Wou-Ki laughed, and before leaving, Zao Wou-Ki also spoke: "Wu Confucian, if you go back and don't give an order, the deity will personally go to the capital and take back the treasures of Confucianism one by one." ”

"Let those princes and nobles be honest, otherwise, they must have heard of Zao Wouji's name as a madman."

When Zhao Wuji said this, Song Zhiwen frowned slightly, but immediately relaxed: "I will naturally give an order, and Wu Zhiru can rest assured." ”

Zao Wou-Ki snorted coldly, did not answer, and turned around and left directly.

The other Confucians were left looking at each other, but many of them left quietly.

They are very familiar with current affairs, and everyone knows that the current Song Daru may not be in a very good mood, if Song Daru is in a hurry, maybe Song Daru's artillery fire may fall on them.

"Mr. Big, I'm waiting to leave." Some of the big Confucians turned around and left, leaving everyone with a dashing back.

"I'll take my leave first." Someone takes the lead, someone follows suit.

After a while, the great Confucianism here is almost gone, and the people here go to the empty building.

On the other battlefield, Zhao Zhe had long been worried about Fang Yi's injury, and left this place at this time, he no longer had the heart to continue to fight with the two wastes.

There is no need.

Jiang Chongxu and Li Jiangchuan also rushed out of the battlefield and came to Song Zhiwen's side.

These two people are loyal fans of Song Daru, and Ping Suli has always looked forward to Song Zhi's question.

Seeing Song Zhiwen look like this time, his heart was full of grief.

"Song Daru, are you okay?" Jiang Chongxu asked with concern at this time.

"Song Daru, I think you obviously have the strength to fight just now, why did you admit defeat?" Li Jiangchuan also asked.

Song Zhiwen glanced at Li Jiangchuan and said with a smile: "You see it??" ”

Isn't this a clear thing?

All the great Confucians present could see it just now.

Although the power of Zao Wouji's arrow was extremely powerful, it was impossible to kill Song Zhiwen after all.

After all, Song Zhiwen achieved the Eight Grades earlier and longer.

The peak of the eight grades and the ordinary eight grades, even if Song Zhiwen was careless, Zhao Wouji took the lead and hurt him, but he would not admit defeat directly.

"Wuji Confucianism has just achieved the eighth grade, and he is indeed not my opponent." Song Zhiwen shook his head: "However, this is not the time for infighting, and there is no great Confucianism who focuses on fighting, and the deity is not as good as him, and it is not interesting to continue to fight." ”

Song Zhiwen didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

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