"Since only Fang Xusheng's art of war can hide from them, then ask Fang Xusheng to command. Pang Chaosheng said.

Peng Xiangzhao frowned slightly, and said, "It's a good thing that Fang Xusheng has a benevolent heart, but ...... Saving us with the body of a false saint is more than the kindness of a woman, and I am not optimistic about his command, so I built Brother Pang to plan the battle. ”

The rest of the Hanlin had a look of helplessness on their faces.

Pang Chaosheng said: "Brother Peng, there is no need to say it, Fang Xusheng's understanding of his own strength is far above mine, since he uses his art of war, then let him command." ”

Peng Xiangzhao bowed his head and was silent, and the empty sleeves on both sides were blown by the majestic wind and swayed gently.

Fang Yun didn't care about Peng Zhaozhao's statement, and sensed the strength of the surrounding culture, and found that there was no omission, and said: "You have a little understanding of my art of war, and you should focus on the two tactics of 'hiding from the sky and crossing the sea' and 'secretly crossing Chen Cang'. That snake vultures are the holy son and demon marquis, and they are also the snake clan, and they will definitely see through my concealment. Once he sees through it, he will make a plan, pretend not to know first, and then suddenly attack. I'm not underestimating the minds of the demon clan, but I know very well that they have the ability to sneak attack and not achieve evacuation, for them, there is no danger of death, and there is a benefit from killing us, they will definitely do so......!"

Not long after, Pang Chaosheng dipped his hands in ink and wrote the Zhuang Xing poem "Chang Zheng", which made everyone's body stronger, and then wrote other war poems, which made everyone feel uplifted and had an extra layer of armor on their bodies.

Everyone either wrote or recited the "Dragon Sword Poem", giving them an extra imitation sword in their literary courage.

When Pang Chaosheng was writing war poems, Fang Yun was not idle, he wrote a Tibetan poem "Sword Yin" for everyone.

With the blessing of the power of "Sword Yin", Peng Xiangzhao's eyes became brighter, and he condensed his voice with his talent: "With this "Sword Yin", with the sword calling poem, I can easily resist the three-headed holy son demon marquis!"

Fang Yun nodded, after the "Sword Yin" and "Dragon Sword Poem" appeared. Peng Zhaozhao benefited the most and was an invincible opponent in Hanlin. Even in the restricted Heavenly Tree, you can fight against three enemies, and if you get out of the Heavenly Tree, you can win against the descendants of the ancestral gods!

There are very few scholars who can defeat the descendants of the ancestral gods of the same rank, no more than ten in each generation.

After a short time, everyone used their own swift war poems, and Peng Xingzhao also used the art of war to "act vigorously and resolutely" and speed up the run.

Those demon marquis were stunned for a moment, and then stood in place for more than a dozen breaths. All the demon marquis looked at the Snake Vulture Son, but the Snake Vulture Son did not speak, as if he had not said anything, and he did not know if it was secretly transmitting the sound with qi and blood.

After a while, the fourteen-headed demon marquis chased after the six scholars in front of them, and each demon clan became more excited, and qi and blood armor, evil qi protectors, and ancestral spirits were formed one after another.

However, when they pursued to the place where Fang Yun and the others had originally stayed, they suddenly turned around. Instead of chasing the person in front of him, he threw himself into an empty place with all his might.

Among them, the four-headed Saint Son Demon Marquis did not hesitate to use the most powerful Heavenly Aspect Power, while the remaining ten Royal Clan Demon Marquis directly mobilized the power of all the ancestral spirits to send out a single blow.

The combined blow of the fourteen-headed demon marquis has surpassed that of ordinary demon kings!

This combined a blow. Enough to destroy the city!

The power to hide from the sky and the sea was torn apart by the terrifying power, and the originally empty place revealed Fang Yun and the other six people!

The six of them slapped their chests at the same time, and six imitation swords wrapped in blood flew out of their mouths before gathering together.

"Blue Blood Pill Heart!"

"Sorrowful Burial Sword!"

Six of them together at the cost of ten years of life. Unleash the Screaming Burial Sword!

At the same time, Kong Jiahanlin stretched out his hand and pointed, and a huge virtual image of Kong Sheng appeared behind him.

"I know the spring and autumn. Welcome the cold and heat, send wind and frost. The destiny of heaven is mine, and you are rebellious!"

Whether it was the six-flying imitation sword or the fourteen-headed demon marquis, they all seemed to be wrapped in a transparent stream of water, and their movements became extremely slow.

There was a difference between the speed of time and the place where Fang Yun and the others were.

The six imitation swords had already entered the burial sword stage, emitting a dazzling light.

And the power of the fourteen-headed demon marquis also gushed out with all its might, and it was impossible to recover it in a short period of time.

The six of them looked at each other, and at the same time recited the protective war poem "Liangzhou Ci * Yumen Pass"!

Six small jade gates are arranged in an arc, as if they are half-surrounding the fourteen-headed demon marquis in front.

Subsequently, the book of war on Fang Yun's chest was flipped over, the art of war, and secretly crossed Chen Cang!

The six of them were moved three hundred zhang away by the force of the secret crossing Chen Cang, and then instinctively looked back.

"Boom ......"

I saw a brilliant and dazzling light burst out there.

The six Sorrowful Burial Swords containing the power of the Blue Blood Pill Heart officially collided with the fourteen-headed demon marquis with all their might!

Like a star hitting the ground!

Like a big day!

In the sky above the light, a small mushroom cloud appeared.

The fourteen-headed demon marquis screamed in unison, the two royal demon marquis with the weakest protection force died on the spot, the eight-headed royal demon marquis was more than missing in the whole body, and the four-headed demon marquis Holy Son reacted very quickly, not only desperately protecting himself at the last moment, but also retreating with all his might, and was blown away extremely far, the flesh and blood of the whole body were blurred, and the charred black was all over.

However, this did not end, and the six Jade Gate Passes were completely impacted and exploded at the same time.

This protective war poem has a characteristic, when it is broken, it will form a big explosion, which not only has its own strength, but also contains the power of attacking the side, not only has the ability to defend, but also has a certain ability to counterattack.

Yumen Pass formed a second attack.

The entire six jade gates exploded at the same time, and this time the power was no less than the Demon Marquis Tianxiang's blow.

"Boom ......"

Of the eight surviving royal demon princes, four failed to withstand the second attack and died completely, and four passed out unconscious, without the strength to fight again.

Because the four-headed Demon Marquis Holy Son ran fast, the second attack did not completely fall on them, but it also made them vomit blood, and they were knocked back, closer to Fang Yun and the other six people.

The shock wave formed by the big explosion spread to Fang Yun and the other six people three hundred zhang away, and the courage of the six people was superimposed, forming a powerful protective force to resist the shock wave.

In the protective force of Wenda, six people wrote the same war poems.

“...... Supporting himself in the white blade, killing people in the red dust......"

The writing speed of the six scholars was sequential, but they were all stimulated at the same time, and they saw that the six people left six blood-colored phantoms in the same place, and instantly crossed a distance of a hundred zhang and appeared near the four-headed holy son demon marquis.

The six of them opened their mouths in unison, and the light of six swords of different colors shot out.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword and the Calamity Ancient Sword each attacked a seriously injured Holy Son Demon Hou, while the other four Ancient Swords combined to attack one, and only one Bear Demon Hou, who was finally injured, was not attacked.

Even though the four-headed Holy Son Demon Marquis seemed to have just rushed out of the fire scene, even if many internal organs were visible and his body was in tatters, the power of qi and blood was still there, and he immediately used his demon magic to resist the six verbal swords, and at the same time stood up with great difficulty, preparing to escape.

As long as the power of qi and blood is there, there is a chance to escape!

At the same time, Fang Yun devoted himself to two things, writing "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" with a hard work.

Shicheng, a strange voice sounded, the Three Realms called the Void Saint!.

(To be continued......)