After "Walking with the Son" was written, it burned immediately.

"With the Son" written by others before turned into a point of light and fell into everyone's body, but this time it was different.

The whole poem suddenly turned into a ball of white light, and the white light condensed into a battlefield, and the light and shadow in the battlefield flickered, which was the scene of the battle between the soldiers and the demons during the reign of King Xuan of Zhou.

This white light exuded a powerful contagious force, and the emotions of everyone present were affected by the scene in the white light, and then the white light shattered, turning into transparent armor and flying to everyone, so that everyone had a layer of transparent armor from neck to toe.

It was the first time Fang Yun had seen the poetry of the soul of the battle, and he reached out and touched the transparent armor, which was cold and smooth, and the protective ability of this armor exceeded the heavy armor of the whole body, but it could only last for half an hour.

After all, Mr. Wang is a lifter, and the talent shock caused by writing poems immediately subsided, and then he wrote an uplifting poem and a strong soldier poem "Ode to Soldiers" in turn, so that all soldiers' weapons are more lethal and it is easier to kill demon people, but if the demon soldiers can't hurt the vital point, the damage is still limited.

After that, Mr. Wang wrote a poem and gave Fang Yun pen and ink.

"Sir, don't you need it?" Fang Yun asked.

"The demon general won't give me time to write, I can only use the exit chapter to deal with it, you keep it. Ma Yuan, you are in charge of commanding, you must hold it before we rush back!" Mr. Wang finished speaking, and rushed towards the mountain at a very fast speed.

Everyone formed a formation and got ready, and after a while, they saw hundreds of demon clans in front of them pressing over, there were erect bear demons nearly two people tall, colorful tiger demons up to the height of people's shoulders, and snake demons that were five or six zhang long, and the tongue core it spit out was longer than a human arm.

There are at least thirty demon soldiers in this, and even if it is a person who kills these demon clans, it is a little difficult, not to mention these little talents.

"Don't be afraid!

"Yes, we have it on paper!"

Suddenly, a green bird flapped its wings and landed on top of a tiger demon.

Ma Yuan's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly covered his ears and shouted, "It's not good! It's Mingqi! Mingqi is confused, run ...... immediately."

Before he could finish speaking, the chirping bird demon began to cry on the tiger demon's head, and its voice was melodious, like a cry.

Fang Yun saw that all the soldiers were weak in their hands and feet and fell to the ground one after another, while Tong Sheng was better and could barely hold the weapon.

The talents obviously wanted to hold the pen to write "Jing Ke's Assassination of Qin Song", but their hands kept shaking, and they couldn't write the complete words, it was difficult to talk on paper, and their minds were a little confused, and they didn't even have the idea of escaping.

Ma Yuan didn't even cover his ears.

Fang Yun naturally knows the name of the Ming Qi Demon Bird, this kind of demon bird can be said to be the nemesis of the human race, the strongest demon king Ming Qi screamed, which can make all the scholars under the Great Confucian shake their hearts, and it is difficult to talk on paper or even make a chapter, so they can only reluctantly use the sword.

The only thing that can resist this cry is Wen Guts.

But this chirp bird is at the level of a demon soldier, equivalent to a human Xiucai, and Xiucai can't have courage at all, resulting in almost everyone being unable to fight.

Whether it was an ordinary soldier, a child, or a Xiucai, they all showed a look of despair, and they never expected to summon Ming Qi over.

Those demon clans laughed one by one, and even laughed and talked in demon language, completely treating these people as food.

Hearing the language of the demon clan, Fang Yun and a few Xiucai suddenly realized that because there were too many demon clans killed yesterday, the two nearby demon generals joined forces to lay out, lure the three people away, and then let Ming Qi take the opportunity to kill the demon soldiers and demon people.

However, Fang Yun has the courage to write.

Fang Yun took a deep breath, looked at the hundred demons in front of him without fear, and read aloud the content of the "Analects of Discourse", almost word by word: "Zi is silent, strange! force! chaos! God!"

Fang Yun didn't care that the demon clan would kill him first in order to save his comrades, which was a sacrificing act, not only attracting talent in his body, but also his courage, forming a strange force that spread in all directions.

The words of the saint, the voice of Fang Yun, the talent, the courage and the vitality of heaven and earth resonated, and the words that Fang Yun said at the end of the day actually carried a sound like a bell, which shocked the ears of all the demon clans, and all the demon clans were frightened, remembering the heroic righteousness of the legendary Terran Confucian, which was the strength that naturally restrained them, and they were so frightened that they retreated again and again.

After the chirping demon bird called a few times, it suddenly began to be hoarse, and after the last moment, it suddenly couldn't scream at all, and it opened its mouth and fluttered its wings, jumping and jumping on the head of the tiger demon in a hurry.

After Fang Yun finished saying the words "strange, powerful, chaotic, and godly", everyone was completely out of Mingqi's control, even Confucius didn't say weird, violent, chaotic and ghostly, and even Mingqi birds dared to be presumptuous?

The sober crowd quickly reorganized, and in the process, everyone glanced at Fang Yun a few times, and was shocked and grateful by Fang Yun's sudden strength.

Everyone knows that those bachelors and Confucians who have Haoran righteousness speak out and are full of righteousness, so even if Daru casually recites a holy scripture, he can force the demons under the big demon away.

However, the crowd did not understand how a "saint-former child" could have such strength, could this person really have strong faith and righteousness in his heart? This is even more shocking than reciting the Analects backwards.

Everyone suppressed the thoughts in their hearts and looked at the demons, although more than a hundred demon clans were temporarily shocked, they would pounce on them with a dozen breaths at most.

No one had the confidence to defeat these more than 100 demon clans.

No matter how strong the Xiucai battle poem is, it can't kill so many demon clans, Xiucai is the basic literary position after all, and the strength of this level cannot be written into a large-scale attack war poem such as "Song of the Great Wind" or "Canglang Xing", because the talent is not enough, even Yasheng can't do it when he is showing talent.

One person can kill all these demon clans here, but fifteen academy students can't.

Killing the enemy poems can't do it, but strong soldier poems can, although there were no Xiucai strong soldiers poems in the Shengyuan Continent before this.

Fang Yun remembered an ancient poem that could be used as a strong soldier poem, and lowered his head and picked up the demon pen.

Ma Yuan stretched out his hand to Fang Yun and said, "Borrow me the demon pen, I want to kill the demon!"

Fang Yun dipped the dragon blood ink with the demon pen, and said without raising his head: "Protect me!"

After speaking, Fang Yun quickly wrote in the most concise cursive script on the paper, and first wrote the name of the poem, "Capture the King".

"Fang Yun is crazy?"

Everyone didn't care about the hundreds of demon clans in front of them, and they all looked at Fang Yun in surprise, a saint boy didn't give the most talented Ma Yuan the demon pen that could enhance the killing poem, but asked others to protect him, what is the difference between this and burying everyone's lives?

However, when Fang Yun finished writing the first sentence "Pull the bow when you pull the strong", everyone's eyes couldn't help but widen.

A layer of treasure light appears on the page.

"Original Baoguang!" Lu Yu exclaimed in surprise.

When Fang Yun finished writing the second sentence "Use arrows as long", the second layer of treasure light covered it.

"The first treasure light!"

After "shooting people and shooting horses first" was written, the third layer of treasure light appeared.

"Heirloom Treasure Light!" said half of Xiucai.

Fang Yun then wrote the fourth sentence "Capture the thief and capture the king first", and then point out a full stop to indicate that the writing is finished.

The power of the dragon's blood ink and the demon pen formed the fourth layer of treasure light, but it only shrouded forty percent of the page.

When those demon clans came to their senses, the power of the strong soldier poems increased by three hundred and forty percent burned, turning into white light and falling on everyone, and at the same time dispelling the power of Mr. Wang's previous strong soldier poems.

The others did not change, but the bows and arrows on the archers immediately emitted a faint white light.

Ma Yuan said in ecstasy: "What are you looking at! Shoot quickly! Kill the demon soldiers first!"

All the archers woke up from a dream and immediately drew their bows and fired.

Fifteen shimmering arrows with a piercing sound of breaking through the air instantly hit the heads of fifteen demon soldiers.

The huge tiger demon slowly fell to the ground, and only half of the arrow was exposed in the center of the word "king" on his forehead, and the other half of the arrow was inserted in the tiger demon's brain.

The chirping bird was pierced by an arrow, and was nailed to a tree seven feet away, with its mouth open before dying.

The fifteen demon soldiers, without exception, were all hit by the arrows in the most critical parts, as the poem says, "Shoot the man before the horse, capture the thief and capture the king first".

Not only were all the demon clans stunned, but even the fifteen archers who shot arrows on the human side were stunned.

Lu Yu said: "Even if it is an arrow shot by a strong soldier, at most, it will make the tiger demon suffer, and it can't penetrate the head of the tiger demon soldier, Fang Yun is obviously a saint...... No, Fang Yun is a saint showman!"

"Keep shooting! Time is limited" Fang Yun finished speaking, thinking that it was a pity that the second half of the poem in the original work was too negative, and it could not become a war poem when it was written, but only the first half of the poem could be so powerful, worthy of the poem Saint Du Fu's poems.

Fifteen archers once again drew their bows and shot arrows, and fifteen demon soldiers died.

After only two rounds of shooting, there were only five demon soldiers left.

Although the demon clan below the demon general has low intelligence, they are not so stupid as not afraid of death, especially when they encounter "suspected Confucians" and sharpshooters who are all shots, and there is no demon general to command, they finally have the intention of retreating and slowly retreat.

Fifteen archers would not have missed this God-given opportunity and began the third round of shooting.

This time, seventeen demon clans died, and two demon people were penetrated.

All the demon clans turned around and fled like frightened birds, and some of the frightened demon people kept repeating a word.

"Great Confucian!"

"Great Confucian!"

When the leopard demon general who was pestering Mr. Wang heard this, he turned around in fright and ran, ignoring the bear demon general who was attacked by two people.

Mr. Wang felt strange in his heart, turned around and ran back, and saw that those demon clans were fleeing frantically, he didn't care about these demon clans, and quickly saw Fang Yun and the others with his swift poetry, if it wasn't for Ma Yuan and others to stop them, those archers and young Xiucai actually wanted to pursue.

"How dare a mouse chase a group of cats?" Mr. Wang wondered.

Then Mr. Wang saw the corpses of the demon clan all over the ground, without exception, all of them were pierced by an arrow, and after the last moment, he looked at the dead Mingqi on the tree in a daze.

"Is my strong soldier poem suddenly powerful, or is there really a great Confucian passing by?" he muttered to himself.

Lu Yu shouted happily: "Sir, sir! Fang Yun showed his talents before he became a saint, and he also created his own Xiucai strong soldier poems, the first in the ages! In the future, we can also use strong soldier poems." ”

Mr. Wang looked at Fang Yun and said, "It's impossible! I just used the Five Movement Scholars to warn you, and you have become a saint before the show?

"Possibly. Lu Yu nodded.

The little fox immediately jumped around excitedly in support of Mr. Wang's statement.