Looking at his subordinates flying towards the neighboring county, Zhang Poyue took a deep breath, and with the greatest strength, the spring thunder could be transmitted thousands of miles away, but it was suppressed by the chaotic clouds of the Holy Dao, and it only spread for fifty miles.

The scholar beside Zhang Poyue sighed, the Dragon Saint of the West Sea probably thought of this a long time ago.

"From now on, no one is allowed to use the power of the official seal!" Fang Yun's tongue bloomed.

The officials didn't understand what was going on, but they did it.

However, Zhang Poyue and several other highly qualified scholars had their eyes lit up, and they seemed to be full of expectations.

Before Fang Yun flew to the north city wall, he heard a spring thunder in the sky above the south of the city.

"Wu Guopeng is gone, come to help in the war!"

Fang Yun turned his head to look and saw Peng Xingzhao, who was dressed in a white ink plum suit, standing on top of the white clouds, his two empty sleeves without arms fluttering in the wind.

Under the pressure of the chaotic clouds of the Holy Dao, Ning'an City was dark, but Fang Yun, who had bright eyes and night vision, saw Peng Xiangzhao's resolute face, and his empty sleeves not only did not reduce his courage in the slightest, but added a spirit that no one with sound limbs could have.

Fang Yun couldn't help but remember the situation when he met Peng Zhaozhao in the Heavenly Tree, Peng Walking Lighting was close to the Zong family, and he was helped by the Sect Sage, but he wanted Fang Yun to run first in the Heavenly Tree, and this time, he was the first person from the Holy Courtyard to come to help.

Private feelings and righteousness are clearly distinguished in the eyes of the armless Hanlin Peng.

Looking at Peng Xiangzhao, Fang Yun sighed lightly: "It's really a masterpiece." ”

There was only Peng Zhaozhao in the distance, and a large shadow could be faintly seen in the extreme distance, it was a team formed by the people of the Holy Academy, the speed was far inferior to Peng Zhaozhao, and it would take at least a quarter of an hour to arrive.

However, in half an hour at most, the Demon Barbarian Water Clan Alliance will arrive in Ning'an City!

Fang Yun said with a spring thunder: "Don't panic, everyone, at most, in a quarter of an hour, the students of the Holy Academy will arrive in Ning'an City! Victory will be ours!

"The human race will win!" Zhang Poyue followed with his tongue blooming spring thunder.

Then the same shouts rang out everywhere in Ning'an City.

Seeing that Peng Zhaozhao was about to fly closer, suddenly, the chaotic clouds of the Holy Dao in the sky exploded everywhere, forming a wave of strange power that spread in all directions, and I saw that there seemed to be an invisible giant mountain above Peng Zhaozhao's head, pressing Peng Zhaozhao's body and stepping peacefully, slowly forcing him to land.

I saw those in the distance who were either stepping on the clouds or riding the flying boat, just like Peng Xingzhao, being pressed back to the ground.

"West Sea Dragon Saint, this old bastard!" Zhang Poyue had all his hair.

Cai He said in a low voice: "Lord Zhang." He would hear the mention of the Dragon Saint. ”

"Hear it and scold! Not only do you scold, but if you go to the West Sea on a dragon boat in the future, you will definitely teach his dragon sons and grandsons a good lesson!" Zhang Poyue didn't care.

After landing, Peng walked out of his mouth and used the poem of speed, and saw him jumping and gliding on the roof at a very fast speed, as if he had the legendary light skill. The short-term explosiveness of the swift battle poem is extremely strong, and it will soon approach Fang Yun.

Ao Huang's two claws were loosened, and Fang Yun fell on the city wall.

On the walls of Ning'an City. Crossbow machines are ready, rolling logs are lined up, and rows of soldiers stand on the city wall, swords flashing. Everyone exudes a chill.

The Beihai Dragon Palace came from the north, so Fang Yun put all the elite soldiers on the north city wall, whether it was the demon iron cavalry, the barbarian private soldiers or the three thousand army troops, they were all gathered on the broad city wall at this moment.

Fang Yun looked at the waves hundreds of miles ahead. The expression was grim to the extreme, but there was not the slightest cowardice, not the slightest retreat. Fighting spirit is like fire!

Soon, Peng walked up the city wall.

"Brother Peng!"

"Master Peng!"

"Brother Zhao!"

Including Zhang Poyue, all the readers took the initiative to greet Peng.

The armless Hanlin Peng may not be the best scholar of the human race, maybe not the most talented Hanlin, or maybe not the most powerful student of the Holy Academy, but he is the most persevering!

There is a great Confucian talent.

This is Zongsheng's evaluation of Peng Zhaozhao many years ago, and the human race is tens of billions, and the existing Confucianism is only a few hundred, which is the limit that normal scholars can reach, and the half-saint is not at all considered by normal readers.

Every reader knows that the achievement of Hanlin itself is a glorious thing, even if it is a great honor to become a Hanlin in a semi-saint family, and Peng Zhaozhao faced a hundred times the difficulties of ordinary readers, not only became Hanlin, but also became the first tongue sword of Hanlin, this glory is the best in the world!

Fang Yun arched his hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Peng, for coming to help." ”

Peng Xiangzhao didn't have arms, he couldn't do anything, he just bowed his head slightly, and then held his head high, looking at the demon barbarian water tribe that was getting closer and closer in the distance, and said with a spring thunder: "Where the righteousness is, the world is attached, and Peng should do his best." If the middle path of the Void Saint collapses, then the heavens will fall, and the human race will be in danger! Knowing that the Void Saint is in trouble and not saving it, and retreating when the half-division is in danger, he dares to talk about the Holy Dao! How can he be worthy of mentioning the human race!"

Peng Xiangzhao's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a sword clash, ringing in everyone's ears.

Lei Wu in the sky and the three-headed dragon of the Beihai Dragon Palace flew to the vicinity of the northern city wall, and when Lei Wu heard this, his face was red, and he did not dare to refute.

Although the two-headed dragon marquis was not a human race, he also grew up reading sage books, and they all showed shame.

Only the Dragon King Ao Vortex laughed and said: "The Dragon Saint of the West Sea has done it himself, the Hundred Miles of Angry Sea is about to break the city, and millions of male soldiers will enter the city at any time, I want to see where you people in Ning'an City are fleeing! As long as you hand over Fang Yun and escort him to the Beihai Dragon Palace, the siege of Ning'an City will naturally be lifted! Fang Yun, for your own selfish desires, you ignore the hundreds of thousands of people in Ning'an City, you are also worthy of being called a Void Saint? You are also worthy of fighting for the Holy Dao?"

Without the suppression of the power of the Holy Temple, Ao Vortex's voice spread throughout the county.

No matter how much the people of Ning'an City admired Fang Yun, after the Dragon King Ao Vortex finished speaking, there were waves in their hearts.

Suddenly, a voice with a tongue blooming with spring thunder sounded: "This official transfer division is Gengge, for the sake of the people of Ning'an County, please ask Fang Xusheng to take the blame and let Ning'an County avoid this disaster! You can't bury hundreds of thousands of people in Ning'an City for your own selfish desires! As long as Fang Xusheng is willing to tie his hands and enter the Beihai Dragon Palace, this saint is willing to give up his official position and go to the Beihai Dragon Palace together, and hope that Fang Xusheng will think twice!"

Many people gasped, this Geng Ge is too vicious, he doesn't want to fight for his official position, and he has to die with Fang Yun!

Peng Zhaozhao suddenly looked at Lu Hanlin in the torture hall and asked: "Ning An is in danger, the demon barbarians are coming to the city, who is the lord of the human race here and now?"

Lu Hanlin immediately said: "Fang Yun Fang Xusheng is the lord of the human race in this place. ”

Peng Xiangzhao nodded, then bowed his head slightly to Fang Yun, and said: "The foreign enemy has not arrived, the traitor will speak first, wait a while, and Peng will take the head of the traitor." ”

After speaking, Peng walked according to the galloping battle poem and galloped in the direction where the transfer division was Zheng Gengge.

Fang Yun was moved.

Everyone was extremely shocked, that Geng Ge was not only Hanlin, but also a veteran Hanlin, an important chess piece of Zuo Xiang Liushan and even the Miscellaneous Family Sect Saint!

Even Zhang Poyue's eyes widened and said: "What an armless Hanlin, what a Hanlin No. 1 tongue sword, more ruthless than Lao Tzu! It's like Li Wenying ten years ago!"

However, Baixia saw Peng returning from the photo, his sleeves fluttering, and a bloody human head was held on his tongue and sword.

It was only at this time that Fang Yun finally understood what the first sword of Hanlin was!.

(To be continued......)