A new round of battle began, 100,000 demon barbarians surrounded the castle, and a large number of plague corpse soldiers rushed over, trying to climb the city wall with their bodies as ladders.

However, the Terran Jinshi is experienced, not only summoning a large number of Yuan Qi soldiers under the city wall to defend, but the city wall is also covered with dense Yuan Qi soldiers, constantly shooting.

And the Mojia Castle is not just a building, there are many mechanisms inside, often there are demons who break through the defense line of the Yuan Qi soldiers, climb to the city wall, and a hole immediately appears in the city wall, and multiple spears suddenly poke out to pierce it, and then quickly retract.

A large number of trap spears went in and out of the walls, causing countless deaths and injuries to the demon barbarians.

With the castle, the pressure on the Terran Jinshi was greatly reduced, and some people even started discussions in the gap between talking on paper.

"Who has a good way? No matter how fast you recover, you can't compare to the consumption of it. ”

"There is no way, but to release the power of the star position at the end, or to kill the demons. ”

"This is six or seven hundred thousand demon barbarians! This means that there are still six or seven hundred thousand plague corpse soldiers, and they can't be killed! You see that the sun fire in the sky is getting smaller and smaller. ”

As soon as the man spoke, Zhang Zhixing sighed lightly, pointed his finger below, and the huge fireball smashed down the demon barbarian.

However, those demons had already prepared, and thousands of demon commanders joined forces to attack, and a large amount of demon mana attacked, shattering the fire of the sun.

The shattered flames fell, only burning more than 2,000 demons to death.

"Damn! plus the demon barbarians I killed before, it is equivalent to my three hundred jinshi fighting one million demon barbarians! If I have infinite talent, even if I am ten million, I am not afraid, but I have limited talent, how can I be the opponent of a million demon barbarians!"

He Ludong said helplessly: "When I was in the Two Realms Mountain, whether it was a demon soldier or a demon general, even if it was a demon handsome, I didn't care, but now I have to be exhausted by these beasts and die, I am really unwilling." ”

"If only there was a great Confucian. Combining the subtle words with the 'Hui Qi Poem' will inevitably allow me to wait for the talent to surge and quickly recover a part. ”

"Huiqi poems are one of the most difficult poems to write in the human race, only a few scholars or jinshi can compose, and only one poem can really be handed down, at least a scholar can use it. ”

"Don't be delusional. Although Hui Qi poems can make me wait for a certain amount of talent, don't forget that Hui Qi poems are far more difficult to write than killing poems, and killing poems can be written as long as they write battle scenes or weapons, even if they are talented. But the Echo Poems are different. What kind of scenery can restore talent? There is no such thing at all, and it is necessary to go straight to the inside through the appearance and form feelings and truths in order to write a poem of rejuvenation. ”

"Definitely. It can even be said that the Prayer Poem actually involves the power of the Holy Path, at least for those who are about to touch the edge of the Holy Path. ”

"Alas. I'm just a jinshi, how can I make such poems, don't be delusional. ”

"yes. When that kind of poem comes out, there must be the sound of the Holy Dao, how can Jinshi ......" Qiao Juze suddenly shut up and instinctively turned his head to look at Fang Yun.

The rest of the people looked at Fang Yun.

Qiao Juze continued: "Here we are. There is really a demonic genius who didn't even lift people back then, which triggered the voice of the Holy Dao!"

"Fang Xusheng, can you think of a way. Create a 'Hui Qi poem' on the spot?"

"Hahahaha......" Lei Li, who was not far away, laughed loudly, "You poor slaves, how do you say that? Yes, it was a rush to the doctor. Even Ben Sheng knows that it is difficult to write a poem of rejuvenation, but you are delusional, which simply makes Ben Sheng laugh and lose his big teeth. Don't worry, I'll give you time, Fang Yun, you slowly think about the return poem, anyway, the castle is so small, and the demons who can participate in the attack are limited, don't worry! Hahaha......"

The plague lord's ridicule made the Jinshi's faces darkened.

"The Lord of the Plague, this bastard, if I don't die in the future and have the strength to face him, I will definitely pull out his teeth!"

"That's it, in fact, what he said is also the truth, Fang Xusheng is talented, and it is not uncommon to write all kinds of battle poems and courage refining poems. But the Huiqi poems are different, the Huiqi poems are not affectionate, but more interesting and reasonable, Fang Xusheng is young after all, even if there is an occasional sound of the Holy Dao, it is impossible to write a Huiqi poem that contains great truths. ”

Hearing that others didn't believe in Fang Yun, the Jingguo Jinshi, who had always defended Fang Yun, did not speak, whether it was Zhang Zhixing or Qiao Juze, they were silent.

Because what they said makes sense, war poems are external forces, and Huiqi poems involve the talents in the Wen Palace, and it is not enough to be poetic and picturesque, but also to contain the real truth.

Fang Yun fought normally at first, but after hearing everyone's words, after summoning a large number of Ice Iron Horsemen, he returned to the Zhengxin Seat and sat down.

Time passed slowly, and the demons and barbarians from all over the place arrived one after another, and the 600,000 army surrounded the Mo family castle.

But the Mo family castle is too small, and the demons who can attack at the same time can't even reach 10,000, and the demons behind can only wait.

The thunder gravel did not have the slightest hint of anxiety, and was extremely patient.

As the minutes passed, as the talent became less and less, many Jinshi were desperate, but they still gritted their teeth and fought.

Suddenly, a Qingguo person whispered, "Fang Xusheng hasn't participated in the war for a long time, only that fog butterfly has been there. ”

"Huh, I just remembered, how could this be? Why did he sit on the center of the seat all the time?"

"Fang Zhenguo will never be greedy for life and afraid of death, but ...... Could it be a loss of fighting spirit?"

"No, his words are sonorous. ”

"No way. ”

"But why hasn't he been fighting?"

"Well, maybe he's tired and keeps fighting. ”

"Alas, at most a quarter of an hour most of the people's talents will run out. However, I will not be discouraged, even if my talent is exhausted, I dare to fight to the death with my bare hands!"

"Fang Xusheng may be thinking about the way to win. ”

"It's possible. ”

Some Jinshi believed that Fang Yun was not lazy, but some Jinshi glanced at Fang Yun and showed disappointment, no one thought that the Void Saint would have problems at such a critical time.

If it weren't for Fang Yun being a false saint and writing a lot of poems, these Jinshi would inevitably give him an evaluation of "unbearable use".

However, Fang Yun's status was too high, and he had also made great contributions to the battle before, everyone just sighed in their hearts, and no one openly accused Fang Yun.

Even Ji Zhibai just shook his head lightly and continued to fight.

"I don't have much talent, only less than half an inch. Ma Chaoming reluctantly looked back at the people who were meditating in his heart, and eighty percent of those people had just sat there to regain their talents.

"Mine is not much. ”

"Before you die, you can't keep the power of the stars! Sun Renbing said, using his star power, summoning Sun Tzu's will, changing the surrounding environment, turning the ground outside the city into a swamp, and making the Mo family fortress stronger.

Then, the rest of the star rank jinshi released the star position power one after another.

The star position of everyone is extremely powerful, and they can kill thousands or even tens of thousands of demons at a time.

However, those who possess the power of the astral position are in the minority after all.

Yan Yukong sighed for a long time, he was the first person to move before, and his talent was extraordinary, but now he is only a new Jinshi, no matter how good his talent is, his talent is only a little more than an inch, no matter how good his talent is, he is not proficient in the Jinshi battle poems, no matter how good his talent is, he has only just started.

"Guys, I'll go first. Yan Yukong said in a low voice, took out a big knife from Hanhu Bei, and was about to jump down and die with the demon barbarian.

Zong Wude, who was beside him, withdrew his hand and grabbed Yan Yukong's sleeve and said, "I can't help it." ”

Yan Yukong smiled slightly: "It's just a death, why can't you do it?"

"Huh, why did Fang Xusheng sit in place and write poems?"

I don't know who said it, Yan Yukong hurriedly looked at Fang Yun. (To be continued......)