Scholar Guo couldn't write this powerful galloping battle poem continuously, and handed the holy page to Fang Yun, and found that there seemed to be a faint shadow in the depths of Fang Yun's eyes.

"Sad?" Scholar Guo's face softened, his old face was obviously full of exhaustion, but he tried his best to hide it in order to comfort Fang Yun.

Fang Yun nodded.

"Very unwilling?"

Fang Yun nodded.

"Do you think we sacrificed our lives for righteousness?" asked Scholar Guo.

Fang Yun nodded again.

"Wrong, very wrong! We, at most, are just death, but you, not only carry our death, but also the rise and fall of the human race! We are just doing what we can, for the people of the Shengyuan Continent, we are retrograde, but for you, we are only going forward. You are on a path that no one else can tread, and you carry the highest mission of the human race. You are the one who is retrograde to the human race, and even, one day, you will have to face the demon barbarian saints alone! We are killed, and you are still you, but if you die here, no one will be able to block the whole human race in the future!"

A flash of water flashed in Fang Yun's eyes, and it quickly disappeared.

"It's very simple to sacrifice oneself for righteousness, but it's not easy to live. After Scholar Guo finished speaking, he took out the holy page with his hand covered with age spots, and wrote the poem of the march again.

The holy page burned, and the "Crane Yin" emitted a large amount of white light, and finally formed a one-zhang long war poem immortal crane, which fell beside Fang Yun.

"Go ahead. Scholar Guo handed a Wenbao pen to Peng Xiangzhao, looked at Fang Yun, and showed a kind smile. It's like an old man looking at his children and grandchildren.

"I'm ......" Fang Yun only felt that his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't speak, so he could only sit silently on the battle poem immortal crane.

Peng Zhaozhao and Kong Mingji each took out a bachelor's literary treasure pen selected in the treasure house of the Holy Academy. The same release of the war poem crane and ride on it.

Scholar Guo turned around and went backwards.

Three war poetry cranes flew in the sky, and Fang Yun turned around and shouted: "Mr. Guo, if you have anything to say, if I can go back, I will definitely bring it to your family." ”

There was a moment of silence. Scholar Guo said with a spring thunder: "Give birth to a few more babies, and then follow Fang Xusheng into the demon realm and kill his mother!"

The crane and the green clouds are going in the opposite direction. Instantly widening the distance, Fang Yun's ears heard the voice of Scholar Guo when he used the Blue Blood Pill Heart, which gradually faded.

"Where the body is, righteousness exists. My blood turns into ......"

In the fierce roar and brilliant brilliance in the rear. Three cranes carried three people and flew forward at high speed.

This time, it took a quarter of an hour for the demon kings to catch up.

When Fang Yun and the three of them looked back, they saw that the formation of the demon barbarian kings was completely chaotic, and the number had dropped to forty-three, and the rest of the demon barbarians were either killed in battle or seriously injured and could not catch up.

The invincible Queen Bee Demon King is gone, and several of the flying Harpy Demon Kings have been desperately killed by the previous scholars. The remaining corpse demon barbarian kings were all scarred, and the injuries caused by Haoran Righteousness made them unable to recover in a short period of time.

There are still fourteen normal demon kings and barbarian kings left. Most of them were also covered in bruises, among which the demon kings of the three-headed ancestral god clan shouldered the heaviest pursuit mission, so they had the most wounds. However, the ancestral god clan is very powerful, and there are many wounds, but relatively speaking, the injuries are lighter than those of other demon kings and barbarian kings.

Only the Dragon King of Zhenhai soars through the clouds and fog, which is the most relaxed.

At this moment, most of the demon kings and barbarian kings had blood red in their eyes, and they were dominated by their vigorous fighting instincts, and they used all their strength to run, jump, or fly.

"Kill, kill, kill! There are only two Hanlin left, which is far easier than solving a university scholar!"

"Hurry, hurry, the end of the canyon ahead, they must not be allowed to pass!"

"No! If they keep maintaining this speed, they will probably enter the Sangu Battlefield!

"Those corpse demon barbarian kings are too seriously injured, too slow!"

"Then leave them alone, we are fourteen alive Chong!"

"Yes...... Some of them were only slightly faster than the Corpse Demon Barbarian King. ”

"No, if it's so slow, it's likely that they will rush into the Sangu battlefield first!"

"Zhenhai Dragon King, why don't you make a move! Fang Yun's life is at your fingertips, why don't you make a move?" the demon king Hu Lan roared.

The Dragon King of Zhenhai sneered: "Why, the kitten who admitted defeat in front of this king back then dared to give orders?"

The faces of Hu Lan and the demon kings changed, and then they realized that although the Zhenhai Dragon King had disappeared over the years, he had just appeared and cooperated with the demon barbarians, and he no longer showed the slightest ferocity, but it did not mean that he was a good talkative dragon king.

"Lord Ao Cang, only you have the power to turn the tide. If His Majesty the Dragon Saint of the West Sea saw you kill Fang Yun, he would be extremely relieved, and he would even let you become the Dragon King of the West Sea in advance!"

The Dragon King of Zhenhai said lazily as he flew: "You are really stupid, no wonder you are scolded by the human race and dare not fight back." He is the Wenxing Dragon Lord! Even if this king is a real dragon, killing the Dragon Lord is a serious crime, if I really do it, the dead old man of the East China Sea Dragon Saint will definitely find an opportunity to kill me! Therefore, this king can watch him die, but he will definitely not do it at such a time, wait until he becomes a scholar. ”

The eyes of the Zhenhai Dragon King looking at these demon kings and barbarian kings were full of undisguised contempt, except for the demon king Mingle who was far behind, all the demon kings present were defeated in his eyes, and they were the kind of defeated generals who were vulnerable, so it was not worth caring about at all.

If it weren't for the importance of this time, just based on Hu Lan's words, the Zhenhai Dragon King would have killed it directly!

Many demon kings and barbarian kings looked at each other, thinking of the murderous name of the Zhenhai Dragon King, no one dared to persuade or ask anymore, they were not the demon king Mingqi, and they couldn't master the way to enter the Ten Thousand Dead Mountain to let the true dragon bow his head.

Hu Lan's heart was full of strong hatred, if he killed Fang Yun this time, he would be able to obtain the key cultivation of the Tiger God clan and even the entire demon world, those divine objects that he couldn't think of, those secret places that he couldn't touch, could be used at will, and his achievements in the future would definitely surpass the Zhenhai Dragon King.

But now, the Dragon King of Zhenhai can easily help, but he doesn't make a move, causing that opportunity to disappear.

Hu Lan looked at the other two demon kings of the ancestral god clan. He said: "Wolf Po! Snake Hu! The great opportunity is in front of us, and if we lose it, not only will we not get anything. Not only will they be punished, but they will also become the laughing stock of the clan! The human race can use the Blue Blood Pill Heart, and we can also exchange our life for strength! Do you dare to kill Fang Yun with me? Those two Hanlins are not to be afraid at all!"

The eyes of the wolf and the snake burst out with a thick fierce light.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The three-headed demon king suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, his whole body erupted with dark black mist, and then his body formed a great suction, not only sucking the mist into his body. The illusion of the ancestral god behind them was also sucked into it.

The surrounding demon kings hurriedly retreated.

Even the Zhenhai Dragon King frowned slightly.

"Whew......"

The body of the three-headed demon king swelled violently, and bulging tendons and blood vessels appeared on the surface of their bodies, and the powerful power of qi and blood flowed through their bodies. Then their lips and teeth opened, and their hair grew violently, as if they were vicious.

"Boom ......"

The three-headed demon king suddenly increased his speed, running and jumping at more than twice the speed of sound. The speed far surpasses the smooth progress of the university scholar and the battle poem immortal crane.

On the ground behind them. Leaves behind a series of cobweb-like cracks in the earth.

The three-headed demon king is getting closer and closer to the three war poetry cranes.

Above the crane, Peng Zhaozhao and Kong Mingji glanced at each other and nodded slightly.

Peng Zhaozhao controlled his sleeves with his talent, rolled up the Wenbao pen left by Scholar Guo, looked at Fang Yun, and said, "Sangu Lianzhan will be handed over to you." As Scholar Guo said on his deathbed, the mission on your shoulders. We can die, but you can't!"

Fang Yun looked at Peng Baozhao. Looking at this Terran First Hanlin and his empty sleeves, his eyes were full of grief and anger.

Peng Zhaozhao said slowly: "That day, Mr. Qiu Chongshan asked who was still there, and you replied 'I'm still there', then, I hope you will do what you say." In fact, three years ago, I learned about the importance of this Sangu Renzhan, and as the selected Hanlin, Scholar Guo Daxue told me that the chances of surviving from Santani Renzhan were very slim, and it could even be said that he would die. ”

Peng Zhaozhao took a deep breath and continued: "I am not afraid of dying in the battle in Sangu, nor do I have any resentment, and I even feel that this is an honor and affirmation. It's just that...... I am not reconciled! Nansheng promised me that as long as I become a scholar, he can reshape my arms! I want to become a scholar! I have never held a paper, I have never held a brush, I can only feel the paper and the brush with my shoulders, my teeth, and my feet, but I have never touched it with my hands! I am not afraid of sacrifice, but I am not reconciled! I have never touched anything! I am not reconciled!"

Fang Yun burst into tears, gritted his teeth to prevent tears from flowing out, and wanted to say that he was going to stop the demon barbarian, but reason told him that he couldn't do that.

Peng Zhaozhao's eyes were misty with tears, and he said: "However, I know that I am a human race, I am Peng Zhaozhao, and I am the first Hanlin! This human race, I must use everything to protect it! Even if I am unwilling, I will use my own life to protect it! Fortunately, fortunately, a person named Fang Yun appeared, his poems became a town country, his words became the world, he created a war poem one after another, he suppressed the demon barbarian in the holy ruins, extinguished the plague in the hunting ground, and even Wencheng was shocked by the water tribe in Ning'an Town, and fought against divine punishment! Looking at your poems and articles, one day, I suddenly felt willing, and I was really willing to come to Sangu Lianzhan! Because I knew that no matter what I did in the future, there would be a person named Fang Yun who could do better!"

Fang Yun looked at Peng Xiangzhao, his eyes were covered by tears, and it was hazy.

Peng Zhaozhao released the "Crane Yin" in Wenbao's pen for Fang Yun, then lowered his head, looked at the empty sleeves, and then looked up at Fang Yun, and said: "I don't have arms, so I cherish this world more than everyone else, I can't hug it, so I want to protect this world more than everyone else!" Fang Xusheng, please live, because you can protect the human race better than me!"

The Battle Poetry Immortal Crane under Fang Yun suddenly turned around and faced the Demon King.

"Please touch the future of the human race for me!" Wherever Peng walked and flew, something glittering.

Tears slowly slid down Fang Yun's face.

Two war poetry cranes rushed towards the three-headed demon king, and the human aura on one of the war poetry cranes suddenly soared, and he was promoted from Hanlin to a university scholar.

"Where the body is, where the righteousness exists, my blood turns into ......"

Fang Yun was on top of the Zhan Shi Immortal Crane, listening to the rumbling sound behind him, tears flowing down like a river that burst the embankment.

"I want to live!"

"Must be alive!"

"If I die, they die in vain!"

"I swear that I must kill all the demon barbarians today, and we must slaughter all the saints in the demon world! One day, I will cut off the bloodline of their hundred clans and come to Sangu to pay tribute to you!"

"I want to live!"

"Only by living well can we kill all those beasts! No one can stop them!"

"I'll ......"

"Kill you all!"

Fang Yun's hateful voice tore through the sky and broke through the sky.

(To be continued......)