Chapter 2018

At the same time, Fang Yun wrote the poem first

Give the ancient grass two to the barbarian emperor.

From the lush grass on the plains in one year, withers and thrives once each year.

The wild fire never burns out, and the spring breeze blows again.

Yuanfang invades the ancient road and Qingcui connects xiongcheng.

He sent manhuang again. Qiqi was full of farewell.

With one stroke, it becomes a poem in an instant.

Four Wenxin fish jumped out of the sea of learning and fell on the holy page to form four rare Wenxin forces.

Life is like a year, which greatly increases the duration of poetry.

The old technique is repeated, so that poetry can reappear after disappearing, but it is less powerful.

To make things worse, it greatly increases the power of poetry at the cost of consuming twice its talent.

As long as poetry attacks the enemy, his talent will increase continuously.

Then, the gate of the side hall of zhensin on the zhensin text platform opened, and the sin turtle did not appear, but countless chains flew out of it, like countless long snakes pouring into the poetry page.

The real dragon on the real dragon text platform dances with the poisonous snake on the poison attack text platform, constantly sending its own strength to the holy page.

Fog butterfly stood on Fang Yun's shoulder, took a deep breath, and then spit it out.

Infinite weak water and strange wind rush into the holy page.

The Dragon nationality controls the whole world, but the weak water is not among them.

After spitting out the weak water and strange wind, the fog butterfly closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

After absorbing a lot of power, the surface of the enemy's resistance poem was heavy and heavy. The inkstone turtle roared and spewed out a mouthful of thick ink, which fell evenly on every word written by Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's calligraphy was originally written in three areas, but now it has been temporarily upgraded to four areas.

Zhenlong Wentai and poison attack Wentai are not poetry Wentai. They can't be completely absorbed by the poetry page like Xuehai Wentai. But now, the worded dragon and snake become the same clan with the real dragon and the poisonous snake on the poison attack Wentai, and quickly absorb the power of the real dragon and the poisonous snake.

The poem page flies high, and the star power of the Dragon saint in the East China Sea turns into a green dragon into the holy page.

Finally, the pages of the poem burned, turned into countless lights and fell to the ground.

Turn emptiness into reality!

With Fangyun as the center, the weeds on the grassland grow at an incredible speed, spread over hundreds of miles and enter the fire.

At first, the weeds were quickly burned to ashes, but the weeds seemed immortal. They constantly absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth and continued to pour into the fire for a longer and longer time.

The weeds in front of Fang Yun grew wildly and soon tied to all barbarians like countless ropes.

These wild grass ropes tied manhou firmly in an instant. Manhou needed a lot of strength to break a wild grass rope, but during this period, he had three more wild grass ropes. As for nearly 90000 handsome people, they were all wrapped into zongzi.

The Barbarian King is better, but they can't fly. They can't go one step and stop. They can't pursue at all.

What makes them most helpless is that these weeds also contain the power of highly toxic, weak water and strange wind, which is impossible to prevent.

Some of the weakest are handsome and have even been killed!

Only the great Barbarian King and the wolf were the least affected. As long as they released their Qi and blood and the power of the demon ghost, they could smash all the weeds and ropes.

All the big manwang stopped, looked at langyuan and waited for the next order.

The pretty emperor frowned when he saw the scene.

Fang Yun grasped the shortcomings of demon man.

The barbarian emperor can smash the mountain peak and sink an island with one punch. Now he can smash more than ten miles of wild grass with one punch, but the problem is that no powerful emperor can solve the wild grass without hurting other barbarians.

Demon man only knows how to kill with the strongest power, and never considers who to save with repressive power.

"Try magic!"

Some barbarians who are proficient in magic immediately attack, but Fang Yun's anti enemy poem is too powerful, and all the wild grass is like crazy. Even if magic works occasionally, new wild grass ropes will be added immediately.

The high-level barbarians are at a loss. This poem has reached the realm of great Confucianism and poetry. Unless the holy demon comes, no emperor can solve it. On the contrary, there are some semi holy treasures that can directly kill wild grass, but those treasures are in the demon world.

The wolf looked at the incinerator hanging high in the sky and wanted to let those flames burn all the weeds, but it would also burn more than 90000 of the most elite barbarians.

Don't say pretty, even if the pretty king is stained with a spark in the incinerator, his body will turn into ashes in an instant.

"No!" Ao Xuan looked at the Terran in a hurry and anger.

Wolf yuan hurried to see it. In the raging fire, as the poem said, there was a wide road, which was connected to the end of heaven and earth, as if it could really be connected to Ning'an city.

All the way, green and divided into a sea of fire, just like a miracle.

The red world cannot suppress the vitality of poetry!

The hope of the Terran, even the flame of the throne, cannot be blocked!

"Forward!"

Zhang Po Yue took a deep breath and roared. His eyes were as bright as the moon. That was the light of hope.

The burning smell of fire is mixed with the aroma of wild grass.

With fire and grass, the Terrans run with all their strength.

"Damn Fang Yun!"

The wolf looked at Fang Yun who had gone away, and at more than 90000 barbarians who had been tortured or even killed by wild grass ropes. He wanted to burn Fang Yun directly with an incinerator, but he knew that before the flame met Fang Yun, the holy courtyard would kill all the grass barbarians.

This poem leads to the dispersion of power for the sake of area and duration. Those barbarian kings may only be injured and not die, but if they do not save those handsome barbarians, more than 90000 elites will be killed in battle.

After all, this is a poem to resist the enemy at the level of great Confucianism.

Many of the handsome princes trapped are descendants of langyuan.

They are the future barbarian kings or big barbarian kings, and they are the real reserve strength of the wolf barbarian family.

"Find a way to save them first!"

Langyuan immediately took many big barbarian kings to suppress their own strength. In a way they had never used, they were as clumsy as mechanism people's embroidery. They constantly smashed weeds with external force and used their blood to help those barbarian princes.

Many great barbarian kings curse while curing. They would rather face a hundred great Confucian war poems than a great Confucian resistance poem.

Ao Xuan sighed when she saw that the barbarians were so clumsy. The wisdom of the barbarians was far from that of the human race, so she had to go to the rescue in person. The exquisite use of the power of the dragon clan was far above that of the demon barbarians, so her strength was not as good as that of the barbarian emperor, and the number of barbarians rescued was more than that of the barbarian emperor.

There was chaos among the barbarians, and the Terrans withdrew calmly.

Among the army, countless people shouted their thanks to Fang Yun.

But Fang Yun sat on the ground and followed the team without saying a word.

Only those high literary scholars know that Fang Yun, like the last time, exhausted all his talents at one time in order to give full play to the greatest power of poetry. If there were not the power of "cutting walls and stealing literary heart" at the moment, he would have fainted long ago.

Exhausting your talent with a hundred first battle poems will only make you tired, but exhausting it once will hurt your body.

Many scholars found that Fang Yun's complexion was wrong, so they successively used the Qi returning poem Quan Yuan Guan Shui to help Fang Yun.

However, it was soon stopped.

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