Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

The war drums at the head of the mountain city of the Two Realms sounded, and the desolate and long drum sounded like a flame, making the blood of every soldier boil.

An old man in a purple robe stood in the sky with his feet on his feet, holding a golden and fine brush, the brush was very ordinary everywhere except for the golden light, but at the top there was a translucent white goose flapping its wings and singing, as if it was going to use its mouth to hold those demons.

The spiritual objects formed by the powerful Wenbao are generally fierce creatures such as dragons and tigers, but the spiritual objects formed by this Wenbao pen are a goose, which seems a little ridiculous, but Fang Yun was overjoyed when he looked at this pen, and he didn't expect to see a semi-saint Wenbao as soon as he went up to the Two Realms Mountain.

One of the three holy pens of the book saint Wang Xizhi, the goose pen.

Wang Xizhi loves geese very much, and once saw a beautiful flock of geese in Huiji, and asked their owners to buy them. The goose owner is an old talent, seeing that it is Wang Xizhi, he doesn't want money, just asks Wang Xizhi's personal book "Zhou Yi" to change the goose. Wang Xizhi agreed, so he left the book into a good story for a goose.

As soon as the goose pen appeared, it only emitted a golden light that shone on a zhang range, and at the moment when the old man in the purple robe lifted the goose pen to the apex, the white goose flapped its wings, and Fang Yun seemed to see that the white wings covered 30,000 miles, and the sky and the earth were dark, which was suffocating.

Subsequently, changing the whereabouts of the goose pen, Fang Yun's heart tightened, and he instinctively felt the crisis, because the goose pen at this moment was like a thousand feet of high mountain smashed down from the sky, and the ground cracked when it entered the ground, and the sea and the sky when it entered the sea.

The pen falls on the holy page, and the stars are shining.

The purple-clothed Confucian was surrounded by a thick starlight, like the lord of heaven and earth.

This goose pen seems to absorb the starlight of all worlds into poems.

The tip of the pen dots the paper, the war poem is instantaneous, and the treasure light flashes.

The expedition poem "Chang Wu".

He Mingming, the king's order,

Nanzhong Dazu, the master of the imperial father.

Rectify my six divisions to repair my Rong,

Both respect and precept, benefit this southern country......

The holy page burned, the sky spread out a 100,000-mile translucent battlefield, and a son of heaven led hundreds of millions of male soldiers to conquer in person.

The 100,000-mile battlefield exploded violently, turning into countless brilliant stars, falling like rain, all over the walls of the Two Realms Mountain.

A section of the city wall of the Two Realms Mountain was met by 70,000 people, and 140,000 people were preparing for the battle, a total of 50 sections, with a total number of more than 10 million, but in an instant, everyone gained the power to go out to fight the poem, and everyone's body instantly became larger, the bones strengthened, the muscles bulged, the dark disease disappeared, and the strength became greater.

Fang Yun only felt that the bachelor's uniform on his body was almost torn, and he clenched his fists lightly, feeling that there was infinite power flowing in his body, if the demon marquis did not use the power of qi and blood, he could tear countless demon marquis with his hands.

The soldiers of the literary world looked at themselves excitedly, looked at the people around them, and the effect of the literary world was very different from that here.

At least the body of a child can be compared with the demon people, and the talent can be compared with the demon soldiers, but now every soldier feels that he can fight against the demon soldiers without falling behind.

Fang Yun smiled and looked at those surprised literary generals, without this kind of power, ordinary soldiers of the human race would not be able to fight against demon barbarians at all, not to mention, this is only written by Great Confucianism, if it is written by the hands of the demi-saints, ordinary soldiers are even comparable to demon generals who do not use the power of qi and blood.

Feeling the strength within the body, everyone on the city walls was filled with confidence.

The poetry of war is far more powerful than the inspiration of any words.

The armies at the head of the city began to form formations, most of them very similar, and all the soldiers were thirty feet from the northern wall, and the place would be filled by the soldiers of the war poets.

The soldiers at the front were all armed with shields in one hand and knives in the other, followed by soldiers with spears.

Further back, there are the same crossbowmen, all of whom have swords on their bodies, and at the back of the team are a large number of spears, knives and axes, which will quickly change weapons if the demons approach.

Fang Yun took one last look at the demon barbarians charging outside the city, turned away from the northern city wall, stepped on the clouds, and flew towards the rear of the army.

"Array!" Fang Yun ordered as he flew.

The formation of the Pearl River Army was indistinguishable from the other armies at first, with the first soldier thirty feet from the northern wall, followed by the melee soldiers, and then the crossbowmen.

However, unlike the neat crossbowmen of other armies, the crossbowmen of the Pearl River Army were divided into two armies, and there was a certain angle between the two armies, forming a near-"V" shape.

The officers and soldiers of the nearby armies looked at it in surprise for a few moments, and then shook their heads slightly, no longer caring about the Pearl River Army, and many generals of the Qishan Army couldn't help but laugh.

Gou Bao, Marquis of Qishan, was about to open his mouth to mock, but remembering that it was wartime, he honestly closed his mouth and smiled contemptuously.

A general of the Qishan Army said in a low voice: "I heard that Zhang Longxiang is studying the formation in Zhucheng, and he has been practicing in the school field of the Two Realms Mountain a few days ago, I thought he was just researching, who would have thought that he would really dare to use it in the Two Realms Mountain." Looking at the eyes of those ancient land and Shengyuan Continent generals, it was like watching monkeys. ”

Gou Bao chuckled: "He is far more stupid than what you see, you see, among the various armies, the 70,000 army of crossbowmen only accounts for 40,000, even the Wudang Fei Army, which is dominated by bows and crossbows, only has 50,000 crossbowmen, but there are 60,000 crossbowmen among the 70,000 people in his Pearl River Army." Look at those archers, many are just novices who have been training for a month or two. Fortunately, with the blessing of Zhuangxing poetry, it can cover up the shortcomings of the archer's skills, otherwise, he will definitely become a laughing stock. ”

"It doesn't matter if he becomes the laughing stock of all worlds, the key is not to bother us. The 70,000-strong army has 60,000 crossbowmen, and if the demon barbarians rush into the camp, they will be wiped out and have no power to fight back. As early as many years ago, various armies tried this extreme way, but the bloody facts tell us that any army with an imbalance of proportions will become a breakthrough for the demons and barbarians, and then be wiped out!"

"The old man thinks that the Pearl River Army can't hold out for three days!"

"Three days, you look too high at Zhang Longxiang, I think, a day and a half at most!"

Fang Yun calmly watched as the demon barbarians in the north of the city quickly approached.

After the 60,000 crossbowmen lined up in formation, the crossbowmen at the front were only preparing, while the archers at the back had already begun to draw their bows.

The scholars spread the proofs all over the place, and while the archers were taking their bows, they began to talk on paper and write their own strong bow poems.

After a few breaths, they saw all kinds of light flickering on the city wall, and those lights fell on the crossbowmen, and then the bows and arrows they touched also had a faint light.

Each crossbowman brigade is led by a lifter, and each lifter is using the Tongue Bloom Spring Thunder to give orders, and they accurately control the range of the Tongue Bloom Spring Thunder, without interfering with each other, so that every soldier can hear clear orders.

"Take the arrow!"

"Draw the bow!"

"Raise your bow!"

Subsequently, the workers and scholars in charge of surveying in each army held a Luban ruler and cooperated with more than a dozen people who were good at shooting to measure the distance, and announced the distance and shooting angle, which were conveyed by the officers of each army.

"Test firing!"

Whoosh ......

Long arrows flew into the sky, and under the power of various war poems such as strong bow poems, these long arrows seemed to treat the air as nothing, and after flying to the highest point, with the power of war poems, they began to fall down at a faster speed.

Most of the long arrows landed five miles away!.

(To be continued.) )