Chapter 592 Great Righteousness, Han Yan's Terrifying Strength, Leaving No One Below the Confucian Scholar

"Everyone below, stop, anyone who violates will be killed!"

Han Yan's voice spread throughout the battlefield, exploding in everyone's ears like thunder. Everyone subconsciously stopped their actions and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, all the writers of Daliang were injured to varying degrees, but without exception, they all lost their combat power. On the Korean writers' side, except for Han Yan, the other writers were in the same situation, all of them lost their combat power.

Perhaps the two sides reached some agreement when they fought, except for one writer who fell at the beginning of the battle, no one else fell.

However, although the writers of Korea and Daliang lost their combat power, the writers of Daliang were better than those of Korea. They could at least stand in the air, but many Korean writers could not do it. Many of them could only stay in the air with the help of others.

From this point of view, the battle between the Korean and Daliang writers was indeed better for the Daliang writers.

However, Han Yan surrendered himself to the Dao fruit, and at the cost of his semi-saint cultivation and his own life, he exchanged for the peak literary power of the day, becoming the biggest variable in this war. Without him, the Korean literary master would be defeated, and everything would develop as Yingtian had predicted before, but unfortunately, there is no if.

"You lost."

Han Yan looked at the Daliang literary master in front of him and spoke again, his voice cold, as if he was judging their fate, "Just like what you agreed with me before, anyone who is defeated by me today, no matter how the situation in Tianyuan develops in the future, you will go to Tianguan in thirty years and guard the pass for a hundred years."

Zhang Wenlong half-knelt in the sky, the long sword of the literary master's calligraphy level in his hand was only half of it at this moment, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. His eyes, which were originally bright and energetic, were now extremely dim, and the talent in Dantian was almost at the bottom.

He looked up at Han Yan and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Han, is it really worth it for you to do this?"

Han Yan listened and looked at Zhang Wenlong with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes, "Wenlong, I remember that when you first entered Tianguan, you took the initiative to go to the front line, and then you were assigned to my subordinates, and we guarded the fifth temporary pass on the front line together."

"I remember that the barbarians and the wild tribes raised their troops to attack the border. With the literati in our pass at that time, we couldn't resist at all. When many people chose to give up that temporary pass, you were only a great scholar at that time with the blessing of Tianguan's talent, but you dared to speak out boldly in front of a group of literary masters and me, shouting "If the world doesn't exist, how can I have a home?" When I heard it, I was quite shocked. What did you say? I admire him very much. "

"Now that you and I are facing each other, you ask me if it is worth it. I have to answer, 'If the country does not exist, how can the clan exist? 'I am a secular person. Although I have great ambitions, I choose to stay in a corner and stay in South Korea in my later years. "

"When I was young, I promised my father that as a member of the royal family, I could not watch the destruction of the country with my own eyes. "

Han Yan's words made Zhang Wenlong silent. He lowered his head and said nothing. He had fought against foreign races with Han Yan on the front line of Tianguan. At that time, he was just a fledgling Jinshi. He reached the level of a great scholar with the blessing of Tianguan talent, while Han Yan was already a semi-saint. However, Han Yan did not have any semi-saint's airs. He took good care of him and guided him in his cultivation.

It can be said that Zhang Wenlong's ability to walk out of the front battlefield alive and break through to the realm of literary masters is inseparable from Han Yan. It is not an exaggeration to say that Han Yan is Zhang Wenlong's teacher.

A man will die for his friend. Zhang Wenlong wanted to say this at this moment, but he couldn't do it, because he was not only a literary giant, but also a citizen of Daliang. His words and deeds represented Daliang.

"Although I only have one day to live, don't think about breaking the promise I made to me. The literary giants of the defeated country will all go to Tianguan in thirty years. This promise is witnessed by the Hall of the First Master."

Han Yan's voice rang in the ears of the literary giants.

After hearing this, the literary giants were silent.

After the first literary giant fell, Han Yan took the initiative to propose an agreement. If Han was defeated today, all the literary giants would immediately go to Tianguan and would not leave Tianguan for half a step. If Daliang was defeated, it would form an alliance with Han from then on and would not attack Han within thirty years. And thirty years later, all the literary giants who participated in the war today would go to Tianguan.

This is indeed a very fair agreement for most of the literary masters on both sides. After all, in the history of Tianyuan Continent, it is not uncommon for the loser to be annihilated when the literary masters of both sides fought. However, Han Yan took the initiative to propose this agreement for the sake of justice. Even if his life is about to disappear, he is still thinking about Tianyuan Continent. Others understand Han Yan's good intentions and naturally agree to it.

But the Daliang literary masters never thought that Han Yan's fighting power would be so terrifying. At the moment when the agreement was really made, Han Yan did not choose to take action, but let the Daliang literary masters fight with the Korean literary masters.

Soon the Daliang literary masters took the advantage. When they defeated all the Korean literary masters, there were still thirteen literati on the Daliang literary masters side who could fight, plus Zhang Wenlong who had been guarding Han Yan, a total of fourteen people.

Originally, Zhang Wenlong thought that even if the fourteen of them dragged on, they could still wear Han Yan down. As long as Han Yan's talent was exhausted, then Daliang would be the winner of this national war. As long as there was a literary giant in Daliang who still had the fighting power, all the literati below the level of great Confucian scholars could be killed.

But Zhang Wenlong never expected that the fourteen of them could not last more than a hundred rounds in Han Yan's hands. The Han Sheng phantom summoned by Han Yan defeated them all with overwhelming force. As the strongest among the Daliang literary masters, he could not even last thirty rounds in Han Yan's hands.

"We lost."

Zhang Wenlong slowly uttered four words, and the whole person seemed to have aged by dozens of years in an instant, and even his talent began to become a little unstable.

"In this case, then you should withdraw from the battlefield."

After Han Yan said this, he turned around and looked down at the Daliang literati below, saying: "Today's battle of literary masters, you Daliang lost. If it were the same as before, I would kill all of you."

As soon as these words came out, the literati on the Daliang side were shocked and immediately became extremely nervous. If Han Yan really wanted to take action, they would have no chance of winning.

"Originally, I thought that this war would end here and both sides would form an alliance. But this is really unfair to us Korean scholars, after all, we are the winners of this war."

"So I decided that all the great scholars and Hanlin scholars who fought for Daliang on the battlefield today will not be spared."

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