Happiness is always short-lived.

After Fang Yun's "Poems of Wind and Plum Breaking Snow" was completed, everyone continued to climb the avalanche slope with doubts about "high-grade Wenxin".

Because the people are climbing together, and there is the overall planning of the fortune, on the whole, everyone is constantly walking upwards and fast, far faster than those demons.

Ordinary mountaineering is difficult to defeat these lifters, but the surrounding snow exudes a chill containing the power of comets and demon ancestors, and the body consumed by them is dozens of times that of normal mountaineering.

A few weaker lifters were already panting, and occasionally reaching the standard "one breath" when they were panting the fastest, which was one second for Fang Yun.

This team had already surpassed most of the ordinary Saint Clan demon barbarians, only lagging behind those demon barbarians whose strength was close to that of the Holy Son.

Some of the Sons have reached the summit one after another.

Fang Yun and the others were climbing in full swing, but suddenly there were roars one after another from above, and the roar contained the power of qi and blood, acting on the avalanche, making the snow waves begin to accelerate.

Fang Yun knew that if the speed of the avalanche increased by one percent, the destructive power would increase by far more than one percent.

The pressure on the crowd increased dramatically, and the frequency of using poetry increased again.

Fang Yun quickly gave the order while observing the source of the roar, and soon found that it was indeed the demon barbarian who was deliberately doing evil.

Not only were these demons deliberately roaring to make the avalanche worse, but they were also changing their course, pushing the snow that was lined up to the Terran route, leading to more snow on the route directly in front of the Terran.

Whether the Terrans change their course or continue to ascend, they will consume additional talents.

"Shut up, don't make this lion king sleep!" a roar came from the sky, but it didn't affect the avalanche in the slightest.

The roar of the demon man quickly stopped, but the demon man above did not change his route, and still deliberately lined up the snow on the route of Fang Yun and the others, and the stone lion did not appear again.

Fang Yun could see that it was necessary for the demon barbarians to always choose a route and clear the surrounding snow, and it was their freedom to choose how to choose a route. So the stone lion doesn't care, but the roar is not necessary for climbing, so the stone lion stops.

"How is it good?" said one of the mentioned.

"There is no way but to hold on, as long as we continue to maintain this speed, we will be able to surpass many demons until we reach the hill! Everyone is doubly vigilant, whether we can cross the avalanche slope or not depends on this last five miles!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he said some precautions.

In the beginning. The poems of the people can last for more than ten breaths, and even up to thirty breaths, and then they can only last until seven or eight breaths, and now, most of the poems can only last for four breaths and are washed away by an avalanche.

For the sake of safety, Fang Yun had to let the people behind him write poems half a breath in advance, but the consequence was that the talents of the people in the crowd were consumed.

"How much talent do you have left?"

"I've only got two inches and five minutes left. ”

"I've got two inches and six left. ”

"I've got two inches and four left. ”

......

After listening to the amount of talent left by everyone, Fang Yun frowned, and now there was still a quarter of the way to go. Most of the talents of the people are about a quarter, if nothing else, everyone has a great chance to reach the top, but now the demon and barbarian clans are obstructing. The chances are slim.

Everyone realized why Fang Yun was asking about talent, and the team was gloomy.

Keep going, everyone and others may die on the avalanche slope!

The confidence built up because Fang Yun had a high-grade literary heart was being disintegrated by the obstruction of the demons.

Time passed slowly, and the Terrans surpassed one demon after another. But the demon barbarians above still relentlessly discharged the snow onto the path of the Terrans.

Suddenly, Zong Wude sighed, "Otherwise, let's leave with ice stones." In the second corridor, there are demons who have used ice stones. It takes about ten breaths or so for the ice stone to work, and with the many of us working together, we can easily stop the avalanche with ten breaths. ”

"Isn't our previous efforts in vain?"

"It's better than dying here! We represent the best of a generation. If we die, the human race will be absolutely suppressed by the demons for at least ten years in the future. What's more, there is a very high probability that there will be a half-saint among us, and if we die here, it will not be a matter of being suppressed for more than ten years, but probably for a hundred years. ”、

"We won't fail!"

"What if it fails? These generations of demon clans have many geniuses, and they are already stable against our human race, if we go back now, even if we are defeated, we will have the power to resist, if we wait to die here, the human race of the same generation may have no power to fight back against them. ”

The main advance and the main retreat argued, and the two sides were reasonable, more like a debate.

Yan Yukong said suddenly: "We have already handed over the command to Fang Yun, this matter is decided by Fang Yun, no one can question it! Everyone shut up!"

Several people looked at Yan Yukong in amazement, admiring this person even more, he was obviously recognized as the first lifter, and he was also a half-saint disciple, but he was not only willing to sacrifice his life to save everyone before, but now he was willing to be Fang Yun's green leaf to clear the noise for Fang Yun.

"This is another kind of hero, who does not compete with the sun and the moon, but is like a spring breeze and rain. Comte sighed lightly.

Fang Yun connected a few people in one breath, said the time, and then said: "Keep going!" I still have a lot of talent, and I will also join in resisting the avalanche." I'll come in seventeen breaths. ”

Many people showed unbearable expressions, Fang Yun kept commanding all the way, it seemed that he was just saying a few words, but before speaking, he had to judge and calculate, and he needed to grasp all kinds of timing, but this was nothing, the most important thing was pressure, as a commander, Fang Yun shouldered the wind and snow and the whole team!

Fang Yun not only consumes more body than others, but also needs to consume more courage to ensure that his thinking is clear.

When the time came, Fang Yun picked up the pen and wrote.

"The thin stone and the cold plum are neighbors, and the pavilion does not change the four seasons of spring. It is necessary to know that the frost quality of Ao Xueling is not in the prosperous team. ”

Huge pine trees rise from the ground, lining up the snow waves, and the pavilions are towering, far taller than the poetry pines of others.

When this poem was written, Fang Yun said slowly: "After twenty breaths, Brother Shitang will ask the poem to be completed." ”

Fang Yun's tone was very calm, but it made people feel infinite power, as if Fang Yun's poems could withstand an avalanche, and Fang Yun's people could hold up the entire comet corridor.

Everyone knows the beauty of this poem, but Yongsong does not mention the pine, and sets off the quality of the pine with thin stones and cold plums, at least out of the county, but the situation is urgent, and no one comments on it.

"If you can leave, this literary meeting will definitely become a collection of essays!"

Everyone has the same thoughts. The body is full of infinite power, and anyone can write an anthology, but not everyone can officially publish it, and even the Ten Kingdoms have no right to govern, and they must be reviewed by the Holy Court. Generally speaking, a scholar can only publish a personal essay once in his life.

Although there are many Wenhui anthologies, the conditions for publishing books are extremely harsh, and they are generally privately printed, and there are very few Wenhui anthologies officially sold in bookstores in ten countries, and each country often sorts out all the poems and essays of its own literary society for the year at the end of the year. Select good poems and publish them in one book.

Although the quality of this "avalanche literary meeting" is not high, but the quantity is extremely large, and the location is special, it is a comet corridor, more than 30 people climb the third corridor is a golden opportunity, there is a great possibility of publishing an anthology.

Not long after, it was Fang Yun's turn again, and Fang Yun wrote another poem.

"Standing on the hill in the cold and summer, the four seasons are verdant and proud. The road is pretty, and the evergreen is better than the moment. ”

The poem is completed, and a huge amount of heaven and earth vitality surges. The green pines that rise into the sky are formed, and the snow is divided to open the way.

Suddenly, there was a scream from the front, which Fang Yun heard familiarly.

This time, the scope of the poem is huge. Not only did they line up the avalanche, but they even lined up the Holy Clan Bear Demon Bear. That Xiong Cang deliberately chose to be close to the route of Fang Yun and the others, wanting to obstruct Fang Yun and the others, but he was clever and misunderstood.

Xiong Cang's body was swept by the snow waves and slid down. It is no longer possible to find a foothold.

"Lord Lion, the Terrans are going to kill me! I've been wounded by the avalanche and their poetry, and I can't climb the third corridor anymore. Please punish them, Lord Lion!" roared Xiong Cang.

"Well deserved!" the stone lion replied cleanly.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, it seemed that the stone lion also hated the demonic approach.

The laughter was followed by silence.

After a while, Zong Wude suddenly said: "Fang Yun, we don't have much talent. ”

The people who advocated continuing to climb the mountain before also kept their mouths shut at the moment, the talent consumed by the demonic obstruction was far beyond imagination, even if Fang Yun joined, it was impossible to reach the top of the mountain according to the current talent of everyone.

After walking for so long, everyone can already judge how far they can go next.

"It's still a mile away. Yan Yukong suddenly whispered.

There was a deathly silence in the ranks.

"Talent is not empty, I will not retreat!"

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he took over from another person and quickly wrote a poem.

"The heavy snow weighs down the green pine, and the green pine is straight and straight. You must know that the pine is high and clean, and stay until the snow melts. ”

After writing this famous poem by Marshal Chen Yi, Fang Yun sighed in his heart, his talent could not support one more mile and so far.

However, never give up until the end!

Fang Yun's courage suddenly shook slightly, and the power of courage was integrated into this poem.

The poem was written, and the wind and clouds surged, but not a single pine tree appeared.

"Did it fail?" all the lifters thought to themselves.

Thundered......

A strange scene appeared, rows of light and shadow poems rose from the ground, broke through the snow, and grew rapidly, forming an inexplicable majestic force to dispel all avalanches, giving birth to a road far wider, longer, and stronger than any poem, just like seven or eight poems by others appeared at the same time.

"No! Look closely at these pine trees!"

Everyone took a closer look, and the pine tree formed by Fang Yun's poem was the sum of the poems formed by the seven pine poems in front of him recently!

"Fang Yun's poem, you have reawakened the power of the previous seven poems!

"This poetic conception is simple but points to the mind of the pine, and Kong Sheng's sentence 'The year is cold, and then the pine and cypress wither' have the same magic!"

"Look, some of the snow has melted!"

Everyone was shocked, in this kind of terrain, snow turning into water can be dozens of times more terrifying than a simple avalanche.

Everyone took a closer look and suddenly laughed, because all the snow was lined up by countless pine trees, and those demons who were harming everyone in front of them or had harmed everyone were being hit by the tsunami-like snow water.

Terrible screams echoed over the third corridor. (To be continued......)