Chapter 1935

Under the ridicule of the demon kings, Fang Yun wrote the second poem, which was also a holy page and a drop of holy blood.

"Fang Xusheng really thinks highly of us. If the poems given to us should use holy pages and holy blood, we won't lose even if we lose."

"I'll see how he can stop me from waiting for eleven!"

Half of the demon king is really laughing at Fang Yun, and the other half is watching Fang Yun carefully when laughing.

"I was surprised that the pillow was cold and the sky was bright again. I knew the snow was heavy at night and heard the sound of folding bamboo."

Hu Li stared at Fang Yun blankly and didn't understand Fang Yun's intention at all. This poem is also not a war poem, and it doesn't have too strong attack power. It's just writing a very common thing in winter: the weather is too cold and people are awakened by the cold. Looking out, they can hear the sound of heavy snow breaking bamboo branches and leaves, so they know that there was a heavy snow at night.

Hu Li admitted that the poem was very well written, especially the last sentence "when I heard the sound of broken bamboo" was the finishing touch of the whole poem. It described how big the snow was yesterday from an extremely rare angle. With the heavy snow, it seemed as if everything had happened in front of me.

However, Hu Li couldn't understand why Fang Yun didn't write good war poems, but wasted holy pages and holy blood to write such poems.

After the poem is completed, it turns emptiness into reality.

A large number of heaven and earth are full of vitality. Those snow flakes used to be as big as slaps, but now they are as big as two slaps. Moreover, their weight increases and fall into their hands like a large piece of iron.

Bang Bang

Pieces of snow fell to the ground and made a clear sound. Soon, the bodies of the ice demon kings were covered with heavy snow.

Many demon kings thought the new poetry would be strong, but they soon laughed.

"Good poem! Good poem!" the Dragon King of Zhenhai pretended to be a reader of humanity. "In terms of detail, this poem is better than the last one. Ben Wang is also full of poetry, but he doesn't understand why Fang Xusheng wants to kill us with heavy snow!"

The demon kings laughed. These snow flakes were really heavy, but these demon kings were full of blood, and all the snow flakes would still be excluded, which could not threaten them at all.

"You don't understand Fang Xusheng's painstaking efforts. Now the snow is a little heavy and heavy. I'm afraid you want to build a great wall of ice and snow to stop us."

"I have to say that the Terran is indeed a wise race. How can we stupid demons think of such clever means!"

"This poem is good. When I get back to the demon world, I'll have someone write it down and mount it."

"This is the second poem, and the third and fourth."

Many demon kings continue to watch Fang Yun while walking. Now, more demon kings become relaxed. Only the demon kings of Zhenhai Dragon King and two ancestral gods are still worried and stare at Fang Yun to avoid Fang Yun's sneak attack.

Fang Yun turned a deaf ear to the mockery of the demon king and continued to write the third song, which also has holy pages and holy blood.

The first sentence he wrote surprised the demon kings.

"The candle dragon lives in the cold door, and the light is still open."

The candle dragon is an ancient beast of human face and snake body. It is thousands of miles long. This sentence means that the dragons inhabit the cold gate in the north. His eyes are like the sun and moon. When he opens his eyes, the earth will dawn, and when he closes his eyes, the world will enter the night.

Then, all demon kings shut up and waited quietly for Fang Yun to write.

"Why don't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind comes up to anger the sky.

The snow in Yanshan is as big as a mat, and pieces of it blow down the Xuanyuan platform.

In December, when you miss your wife in Youzhou, stop singing and laugh, and two moths destroy you.

Leaning against the door and looking at pedestrians, I miss you. The Great Wall is bitter, cold and good.

Don't mention the sword to save the side, leaving this tiger text and gold.

There is a pair of white arrows in the, and the spider spins its web and generates dust.

The arrow is empty, and people will not return to war today.

I can't bear to see it. It has turned into ash.

The Yellow River can still be filled with soil, and it is difficult to cut the wind and rain in the north. "

Shicheng absorbed a lot of vitality of heaven and earth. The pages of the poem had been floating in the air and did not burn immediately because there was too much vitality of heaven and earth.

No demon king laughed at this poem, because even if it is not a war poem, it is a rare good poem.

This poem first wrote that the eyes of the candle dragon were like the sun and moon, but then wrote that the candle dragon could not shine on the northern border, only the violent north wind came from the sky. The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as bamboo mats, falling one after another on the Xuanyuan platform.

The front is an exaggerated description of how cold the north is and how big the snowflakes are. Then it begins to write about a woman who misses her husband who went to the Great Wall to guard the border. Finally, she knows that her husband died and burned her husband's relics to ashes.

Finally, no matter how broad and deep the Yellow River is, it can be filled with soil slowly, but the sadness and hatred of life and death are as endless as the wind and snow in the north.

Hearing that the poem begins with the candle dragon, the demon king who especially knows the poetry feels bad. After hearing "the snow in Yanshan is as big as a mat", he realized that this poem will be somewhat extraordinary.

After absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, the third poem turns emptiness into reality.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth are getting bigger again.

The wind, like the howl of a complaining woman, affects the mind.

The snow suddenly became bigger, as big as a mat and as heavy as a roller.

Before the snow flakes just fell, now the snow flakes can only be described as falling.

The ice nearby looked silly. There were heavy snow flakes the size of a mat all over the sky. They kept falling down like stones. Each piece of ice paved on the ground could let two people lie side by side.

The sky over the Ferris cliff has been completely violent. The power of "wind in the north" has pushed the wind here to the limit and strengthened the cold to the limit. As for the huge snowflakes like falling stones, they continue to fall from the sky, which is spectacular.

Fang Yun himself watched this wonderful scene for a while.

The demon kings were hit by huge snowflakes one after another. They already knew that their strength could not naturally remove the snowflakes. They had to put more Qi and blood or dragon power outside to resist such huge snowflakes.

The continuous falling of huge snowflakes is like the Terran meeting the continuous impact of flies. It doesn't hurt, but it's annoying.

"Fang Yun! Can you only do this?" a demon king couldn't help laughing angrily.

"What's the point of giving us three poems?"

"Write the fourth song right away. After writing it, you will die!"

"No amount of poetry at this level can stop us from killing you!"

"Everyone, we'll be near Fang Yun soon. Let's break the shield of the Marquis and kill him!"

Some demon kings are really angry, but some sporadic demon kings are uneasy. They don't think Fang Yun will be stupid to this extent, so they spread the sound in the dark.

"Zhenhai Dragon King, I don't think the situation is good, otherwise we'll finish it as soon as possible."

"I think we have to wait. The king of Zhenhai dragon can recover his strength immediately with the art of transforming heaven and earth into dragon, but we can't do it yet. Once we attack with all our strength, our body will be unable to bear it first. Wait a minute. We can't fall short."

"This third poem is very strange. It is obviously not a war poem, and it can hardly hurt us. Why does he dare to use the name of candle dragon? Once used, will it cause an accident?"

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