Chapter 1188

Within the range of sight, the ice peaks are continuous for a long time.

Fang Yun turned around and stopped on an iceberg on his Zhanshi dragon horse.

Yun zhaochen then turned around and stood beside Fang Yun. The other four bachelor students saw that Yun zhaochen was so helpless and stood with Fang Yun.

"I'll see how you can scare off the bear demon king of the two tribes!" Lian Pingchao didn't stand with Fang Yun and other six people, and continued to run forward, but slowed down and looked back.

Ye Fangge said, "well, this iceberg area is the holy attack of Xiong Kong. That's the power he formed by tracing the blood of the bear family. It's hard for us to break it. The speed is greatly reduced. It's sooner or later to be caught up by them. It's better to fight to the death."

"Since I entered the ruins of Longcheng, I knew this would happen." Liu Shana said with a smile, but there was a dangerous smell in his eyes.

Fang Yun took out a porcelain vase from the drinking River shell and opened it. A surging breath gushed out of the porcelain vase. The fierce breath was like hot oil spreading out in an instant, drowning and soaking everyone.

Many people instinctively trembled, and all the demon kings stopped.

All demon kings felt that if they ran fast, they would offend the things in the porcelain vase.

"Demon clan holy blood? And it's my bear clan semi holy blood?" Xiong Kong jumped onto an iceberg five feet high and looked down at Fang Yun and others not far in front.

Other bear demon Kings also became cautious.

Lian Pingchao stopped and looked at the porcelain vase in Fang Yun's hand in surprise.

Fang Yun said, "who can write poems about the four territory attack war?"

They were stunned, and then shook their heads.

"In the ancient land of blood mountain, only Wei Huangan can cultivate the gale song to the four realms and summon the holy soul. In addition, no one has four realms of war poetry. On the contrary, the life of Shengyuan continent is long, and a few scholars can practice low-level war poetry to the four realms."

"Holy blood can directly promote poetry to a realm. Although the four realm war poetry will not be upgraded to the unprecedented five realm war poetry, it can form a force close to the five realms. Without a formal name, it is mostly called the pseudo five realms."

Fang Yun didn't expect that the scholar Wei Huangan of the first university in xuemangguti could practice the gale song to the four realms. Each level of war poetry is equivalent to raising a level of literary position. Gale song is a war poetry of the whole people. The four levels are equivalent to the war poetry of university scholars, but it has strong characteristics, which is much stronger than the war poetry of ordinary university scholars.

Gale song belongs to imperial poetry. When it comes to the realm of "holy soul" in the four realms, the power called out is not the semi holy idea, but the idea of Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty. It can directly cross time and space and borrow power from the Han Empire.

"There are three areas?" Fang Yun asked.

"Yes! Song play once wrote a Jinshi war poem during the Jinshi period. Although it is not handed down, it takes axe mountain as the image and Pangu's idea of opening up the world in the myth to form the" falling axe chant ". It is very powerful. Although it is not handed down, he can use it better than all the handed down Jinshi tests. So he has been practicing this first war poem repeatedly. He has practiced it to three realms, and its power is equivalent to that of College scholars war poems." The clouds shine on the dust path.

"Mr. Fangge, I'll give you this bottle of holy blood and I'll give you another holy page. As long as they dare to rush forward, you can use the" falling axe chant "to Xiong Kong, the chief of fierce tooth tribe. The" falling axe chant "in the four areas has surpassed the ordinary Confucian war poetry, which can at least make Xiong Kong near death or even kill him!" Fang Yun said.

Ye Fangge was duty bound to take over Fang Yun's holy blood and holy page and said, "OK! Look at my! I can use my holy blood to make war poems in the four realms. I have no regrets for my death! Thank you Yunfang!"

Other university scholars stared excitedly at the porcelain vase in Ye Fang's singer and wrote war poems with holy pages and holy blood. This is what many scholars dream of. If they can do it before they die, they will die without regret.

Holy blood is something that can't be used by people of semi holy aristocratic families. In the gift list of all holy aristocratic families, it belongs to the top gift, otherwise it won't be given to Fang Yun.

Those college students were excited, but they looked at Fang Yun more. This is not the first time to show this color of thinking.

"Roar..."

The demon king Xiong Kong roared, his nose wrinkled, his teeth exposed, and said, "just a drop of holy blood is not enough to make us shrink back! Now you have only seven, no, only six great scholars. With holy pages and a drop of holy blood, you are equivalent to ten great scholars at most, far from us! Far from us!"

Xiong Sha shouted as he approached Xiong Kong, "yes! It's far from it! In front of our 31 demon kings, it's far from it! Once the first battle poems ran out, we've broken through your protection and killed you all!"

"Oh, Mr. Hemu, your song chanting Kunlun in the second territory, if you enter the third territory, can you resist 31 demon kings for a moment?"

Tan Hemu was stunned, laughed and said, "my second territory, chanting Kunlun, has been equivalent to the protection war poem of Confucianism. If you get the help of holy blood and enter the third territory, I'm afraid you can resist the attack of semi holy separation and stop these demon kings!"

"I don't believe you have a second drop of holy blood!" Xiong Kong's eyes radiated a terrible red light, which was even more strange against the background of white bear hair.

"You must believe what I said!" Fang Yun said, took out the second porcelain vase and opened it.

A breath of demon Saint like sea tide spread over dozens of miles in an instant.

"The half holy blood of the whale!" Xiong Kong said, biting his teeth.

Xiong Sha asked in a low voice, "is this false?"

"If even the holy blood could cheat, the Terran would have unified the world!" Xiong Kong said.

The bear was so angry that he grinned and said, "what's the origin of this boy? First take out so many holy pages to scare me away, and then take out enough two drops of holy blood to scare you. People are more evil than demons!"

"It should be from the six Yasheng aristocratic families." Xiong Kong whispered.

Fang Yun said and handed the second porcelain vase to tan Hemu.

"Are two drops of Holy Blood enough?" Fang Yun asked.

"Not enough!" Xiong Kong said, and the demon demons all over him were like ice. He covered himself with a thick layer of ice armor, covering the Qi and blood armor.

"Well, I won't take it out one bottle at a time," Fang Yun said, taking out three porcelain bottles and opening them in turn.

Three different kinds of demon holy breath burst out at the same time.

All the great scholars and the demon king couldn't help fighting a cold war and panicked inexplicably in their hearts.

At the moment, here, there are five kinds of holy blood.

Lian Pingchao, who was ready to escape, hurried back and said loudly: "nephew Yun Fangxian, I have reached three areas of Qin Dao. As long as I drop holy blood into my keel incense and ignite it, my wind and thunder guide will improve one area, which is equivalent to the power of the four areas of Qin Dao, enough to sweep away the demons!"

Liu Shan smiled and said, "it's done! It's done!"

Several others were also smiling. There were five drops of holy blood, which could definitely form a heavy blow to the 31 demon kings. Seven people work together to take away at least 20 demon kings before they die.

Both sides of the key human demon know that Fang Yun may have more treasures in his hands!

Xiong Kong stared blankly at the three porcelain vases in Fang Yun's hand and said to Xiong Sha, "I understand how you feel when you see a stack of holy pages. I feel deeply ashamed and endless anger! I really want to curse!"

"As the chief of the ten tribes, there are not as many treasures as a small imperial forest. How can he not be ashamed!" Xiong Sha was very sad and angry.

Xiong Kong stared at Fang Yun and didn't speak for a long time.

Xiong Sha whispered, "why don't... Let's withdraw first?"

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