Chapter 1850

"What is the reason for the power close to the four realms, or even the power of the four realms" wind and rain dream war? "Fang Yun was puzzled.

As he practiced, Fang Yun was more and more surprised, because the power of war poems related to ice and snow would more than double here, which was equivalent to an additional layer of treasure light, while the similar war poems of ordinary scholars could only be increased by 23%. Only the ice and snow war poems of ice ethnic mixed race people could be improved to such a strong level.

It's good to say that after all, there is an "iron horse glacier dreaming", but there is only one sentence "may Tianshan snow, no flowers, only cold" in the chop Loulan, which is only an ornament in the poem, highlighting the cold weather at the border. Even so, the formation of war poetry sword is also powerful.

As for war poems such as chanting Qin people and broken Loulan, even if they only mention "cold" or "Snow Mountain", their power is also improved, which is completely different from that used by others.

Normal Terrans use war poems in the ten cold ancient places. Only when the main power involves cold ice, frost and snow, will the power be improved.

"Is it because of the power of the king of stars or the power of ancient demons?" an idea flashed in Fang Yun's heart, and he quickly returned to normal. He spent his time on practice and no longer tangled with the source of power.

After several hours of practice, Fang Yun was determined that the power of many first battle poems had increased sharply. The power of five first battle poems, such as wind and rain dream war, chanting the Qin people, broken Loulan, night attack and moon blade walking in the sky, had been significantly enhanced.

Fang Yun tried to learn the war poems handed down from the holy temple. As a result, the power of promotion is limited, which is far less powerful than his war poems.

Fang Yun didn't delve into the matter because he had neither energy nor time.

After the practice, Fang Yun returned to wanxingguan's residence and began to make final preparations for casting a doctor's desk.

There are many kinds of medical literature platforms. Fang Yunxin knows that if we condense those orthodox medical literature platforms, we will never be able to compare with those who major in doctors. We need to find another way to condense relatively few disease classics literature platforms. After all, there is a plague snake in your disease classic, which is formed by absorbing the power of the Lord of plague. It is bound to get twice the result with half the effort if it is used to forge a text platform related to plague or virulence.

However, the master of the plague is too strong. The snake of the plague can be controlled by the disease classics, but it has not been fully absorbed by the disease classics. If you cast a written platform, you need to fully absorb it first. A mere bachelor may not be able to fully control it, so you have to make a lot of preparations.

One day passed quickly. Fang calculated the day. It was the 15th day of the first month. Unexpectedly, this lantern festival would be spent here.

At noon, just before lunch, Hu Li appeared with a bowl of steaming dumplings.

Fang Yun was stunned. After thanking Hu Li, he took another empty bowl and divided it into half. He chatted while eating dumplings. Unexpectedly, Hu Li didn't eat a few. He said it was heartburn and couldn't get used to this sticky food.

Not long after they finished eating the dumplings, they heard a subtle spring thunder.

"Fang Xusheng, help!"

Fang Yun stared wide and ran out suddenly. After three steps, he stepped on the white clouds that appeared out of thin air and accelerated to the west gate of Wanxing pass.

Fox Li was slightly stunned for a moment. His blood gushed all over him, forming a powerful air wave. He overturned the tables and chairs in the house, then rushed out of the door, followed Fang Yun running on the ground, making a huge sound, leaving a large cracked ground behind him.

"Enemy attack!" all the demons in Wanxing pass were mobilized.

Fang Yun's face was expressionless and anxious. In ancient times, his strength was no more complex than that of other places. It was covered by heavy snow, and the spring thunder would not pass too far, indicating that the person asking for help was not too far away from him. However, the tongue split spring thunder used under the semi saint can not accurately transmit sound in one direction, and will spread in all directions, which will lead to that once it is shouted, it will be known by the demon pretty.

This means that Zeng Yue can't get rid of the pursuers at all. He can only place his hope on Fang Yun and the other demons in Wanxing pass.

Thinking of this, Fang Yun realized that the pursuer was not an ordinary demon king.

At this time, the voice of Hu Li spread to Fang Yun's ear: "Your Highness, I'm afraid the pursuer is the big demon king."

Fang Yun nodded gently, stepped on the green clouds and flew at high speed in the canyon.

Bang

The broken snow is sprinkled lightly, the cold wind is surging, and the black hair and green shirt are light. Fang Yun's speed has exceeded one sound, and a sonic boom is formed when he breaks through the sound barrier.

On the west side of the canyon, there is a tall city wall. On the edge of the city wall, there are ten organs purchased from Terrans.

The star demons below are quite flustered. They can hear the cry for help of the Terran bachelor.

Fang Yun looked into the distance. It was snowy and white. He couldn't see where Zeng Yue was.

Fang Yun crossed the city wall and rushed into the heavy snow.

A hesitation flashed in Hu Li's eyes, and then rushed into it.

"Your Highness fox glass!"

The four demon kings looked at each other, gritted their teeth and rushed out.

After flying for a few moments, Fang Yun saw two fuzzy figures coming in front of him. They were clear in the blink of an eye. It was Zeng Yue and Xun Pingyang. They were carrying a bachelor on their backs, and Xun Pingyang was holding one in his right rib.

Six out and five back.

"The saint is here, don't worry." Fang Yun's tongue burst into spring thunder and saw a huge dark shadow rushing from the snow in front.

It was a huge white bear, running on all fours, with a shoulder height of three and a half feet. If it stood upright, it would be as high as six or seven floors, with a ferocious intention.

The big demon king of the bear family, the real king of the bear family.

"Don't worry? When I Xiong Huan is dead?" said the demon Wang Xiong Huan, raising his right forefoot and slapping Zeng Yue on the back.

A huge palm print with a radius of three feet appeared from the sky, carrying the wind and snow, galloping like a mountain.

"Get away!" Hu Li shouted.

However, the giant bear's paw was too fast to escape.

Seeing that the bear's paw was about to hit Zeng Yue, heaven and earth suddenly saw a flash of gold, such as cutting through the rising sun, dividing night and day.

Hiss

After a slight sound, the translucent giant bear's paw was divided into two and dissipated quickly.

Hu Li and the four headed demon king behind him stared. Although most of the big demon kings are not good at magic, even if the magic is weak, it is not as good as the great Confucian war poetry, but also much better than the University scholar war poetry.

It's nothing to be broken by Fang Yun's tongue sword, but the problem is that the real dragon ancient sword is crushed with absolute power, so that the magic can't break out and can only wither when it is broken.

"Presumptuous!" Xiong Huan was completely angry. He never thought that his magic was easily broken by a great scholar, even if the other party was an empty saint.

Xiong Huan took back the magic he wanted to use and rushed straight to Fang Yun, ready to give full play to the advantages of the demon family and start a close combat.

However, the real dragon ancient sword became larger in an instant, and the Dragon shadow wrapped around the sword became larger.

The sword was a mile long and cut down heavily.

A look of contempt flashed in Xiong Huan's eyes. Even the real Confucian did not dare to attack him head-on.

"Broken!" Xiong Huan roared and waved the bear's paw. He saw the ancestral land of the bear family behind the bear's paw, and then integrated into the bear's paw to form a powerful attack of heaven.

This palm seemed to break thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the sky sword looked very small.

Sword palm strike.

Boom

The blood spilled into the sky. Xiong Huan's huge body hit the ground like a falling meteorite, and his body kept rolling.

"How could..."

Boom!

Xiong Huan smashed into the thick snow, set off snow waves all over the sky, and smashed a big pit on the ground.

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