At the same time, Fang Yun put down his pen and wrote the poem first

Endowed with the ancient grass and sent to the barbarian emperor. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Yuanfang invades the ancient road, and the green is connected to the city.

sent the barbarian emperor again, and Meng Meng was full of farewell.

With a wave, it becomes a poem in an instant.

The four Wenxin Fish jumped out of the sea of learning and landed on the sacred page, forming four rare Wenxin powers.

The days are like years, so that the duration of the poem is greatly increased.

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

To add insult to injury, at the cost of consuming twice the talent, the power of poetry is greatly increased.

Cutting the wall to steal the light, as long as the poem attacks the enemy, his own talent will continue to increase.

Subsequently, the door of the side hall of the Suppression of Sin on the Sin Suppression Desk opened, and the Sin Turtle did not appear, but countless chains flew out of it, like countless long snakes pouring into the pages of the poem.

The true dragon on the True Dragon Altar and the poisonous snake on the Poison Attack Altar flew together, constantly sending their own power into the holy page.

Fog Butterfly stood on Fang Yun's shoulder, took a sharp breath, and then exhaled it vigorously.

Infinite weak waters and strange winds poured into the sacred page.

Dragons dominate the four seas, but weak water is not among them.

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

After absorbing a large amount of power to block the enemy's poem, the treasure light on the surface was heavy one after another, and the inkstone turtle whined, spewing out a mouthful of thick ink, which fell evenly on every word written by Fang Yun.

Fang Yun's calligraphy was originally written in the three realms, but now, it has been temporarily promoted to one realm to reach the four realms.

The True Dragon Wentai and the Poison Attack Script are not poetry scripts, and they can't be completely absorbed by the poetry pages like Xuehai Buntai, but now, the character dragon and snake have become the same sect as the real dragon and the poisonous snake on the Poison Attack Script, and quickly absorb the power of the true dragon and the poisonous snake.

The page of poetry flew high, and the star power of the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea turned into a green dragon and threw it into the holy page.

Eventually, the pages burned, turned into countless rays of light, and fell to the ground.

Turn fiction into reality!

With Fang Yun as the center, the weeds of the grassland grew at an incredible speed, spreading all over the hundred miles in an instant, and entering the flames.

At first, the weeds were quickly burned to ashes, but the weeds seemed to be immortal, constantly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, and continued to pour into the flames, sustaining longer and longer.

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

These weed ropes instantly tied the barbarian marquis strongly, and the barbarian needed a lot of strength to break free of a weed rope, but during this period, there were already three more weed ropes on his body. As for the nearly 90,000 handsome, they are even more unbearable, and they are all wrapped into zongzi.

The barbarian kings are better, but they are no longer able to fly, and they can't pursue them at all if they take a step and stop.

What makes them most helpless is that these weeds also contain the power of poison, weak water and strange winds, which cannot be prevented.

Some of the weakest brute commanders have even been killed!

Only the Great Barbarian King and the Wolf Yuan were the least affected, and as long as they released their qi and blood and demonic power, they could shatter all the weeds and ropes.

All the Great Barbarian Kings stopped, looked at Wolf Yuan, and waited for the next order.

When the barbarian emperor saw this scene, his brows furrowed.

Fang Yun grasped the shortcomings of the demon barbarian.

The barbarian emperor can smash a mountain peak with one punch, sink an island with a single punch, and now he can smash more than ten miles of weeds with a single punch, but the problem is that no matter how powerful the emperor is, he can't solve the weeds without hurting other barbarians.

The demon man only knows how to kill people with the strongest force, and never thinks about who to save by suppressing the power.

"Try it with hex!"

Some barbarians who were proficient in sorcery immediately attacked, but Fang Yun's Enemy Blocking Poem was too powerful, and all the weeds were like crazy, even if the sorcery occasionally worked, new weed ropes would be replenished immediately.

The barbarian high-level is at a loss, this poem has reached the realm of the Great Confucian War Poetry, unless the holy throne demon comes, no emperor can solve it, but there are some semi-holy treasures that can directly kill the weeds, but those treasures are in the demon world.

Wolf Yuan looked at the incinerator hanging high in the sky, and wanted to let those flames burn all the weeds in one go, but it would also burn more than 90,000 of the most elite barbarians.

Don't say it's handsome, even if the barbarian king is stained with a little spark from the incinerator furnace, his body will be turned to ashes in an instant.

"Not good!" Ao Xuan looked anxious and angry, looking at the Terrans.

Wolf Yuan hurriedly looked over, and saw that in the raging fire, as the poem said, a wide road appeared, all the way to the end of heaven and earth, as if it could really be connected to Ning'an City.

All the way to the sea of green and fire, like a miracle.

The crimson world can't suppress the vitality of poetry!

The hope of the human race, even the flame of the Holy Throne cannot be stopped!

"Forward!"

Zhang Poyue took a deep breath and roared, his eyes were as bright as the moon, it was the light of hope.

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

The fire is in the road, the grass is green, and the Terrans are running with all their might.

"Damn Fang Yun!"

Wolf Yuan glanced at Fang Yun who was far away, and then at the more than 90,000 barbarians who were tortured and even killed by the weeds ropes, and he wanted to burn Fang Yun directly with the incinerating furnace, but he knew very well that before the flames touched Fang Yun, the Holy Courtyard would take action and 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 barbarian marquis, more than 90,000 elites will all be killed.

After all, this is a poem that has reached the level of Confucianism.

Many of the trapped barbarian marquis were descendants of the Wolf Plain.

They are all future barbarian kings or great barbarian kings, and they are all the real reserve strength of the wolf barbarian clan.

"Find a way to save them first!"

Wolf Yuan immediately took many great barbarian kings to suppress his own strength, and used a method that they had never used at all, as clumsy as mechanical embroidery, constantly crushing the weeds with external forces, and using qi and blood to rescue those barbarian marques and handsomes.

Many great barbarian kings scolded while rescuing, and they would rather face a hundred Great Confucian war poems than a great Confucian poem.

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

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

In the army, countless people shouted thanks to Fang Yun.

But Fang Yun sat on the green clouds, followed the back of the team, and didn't say a word.

Only those high-ranking scholars know that this time, like the last time, Fang Yun exhausted all his talent at once in order to exert the maximum power of poetry, if it weren't for the power of "chiseling the wall and stealing the light of the literary heart" at this moment, he would have fainted a long time ago.

Exhausting one's talent with a hundred battle poems will only lead to exhaustion, but once exhausted, it will hurt one's body.

Many readers found that Fang Yun's complexion was wrong, so some people successively used the poem "Watching the Water in the Spring Garden" to help Fang Yun.

However, it was soon stopped.

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