"Then you wait for a while, Hu will take your life if he solves this scholar!"

It takes one step at a time, spanning more than ten zhang.

Hu Ding quickly approached Fang Yun, and the fist of qi and blood in his right hand was already like black magma, distorting the air around him, as if it had the power to destroy one party.

Fang Yun lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then, another great Confucian treasure pen emerged from mid-air, controlled by the power of the divine pen, full of inkstone turtle ink, hanging in the air.

"Xie Huding, the barbarian king, helped me return to my wish to travel to the north back then. Fang Yun said, writing with the pen in his hand, writing with the pen of God, and at the same time, the export became a chapter.

With the pen of genius and single-mindedness, Fang Yun's three poems were published at the same time, and only the same war poem was written.

In May, the mountains are snowy, and there are no flowers but cold.

The flute smells the willows, and the spring has not been seen.

Xiao Zhan followed the golden drum and slept with the jade saddle.

I am willing to put the sword down my waist and cut Loulan directly!

The sound of Fang Yun's recitation of poems echoed in the sky, the scholars spoke in heaven, and the image of the whole poem seemed to appear in front of everyone, even in May, there was no spring and flowers, only the cold ice and snow, and only when I heard the flute playing the song "Folding Willows" to know that this was spring.

Those warriors of the Tianshan Mountains fought with the barbarians, fighting in the sound of gongs and drums during the day, sleeping with the saddle at night, ready to fight at any time, seeing this scene, the poet's heart was stirred, and he was willing to take out the weapon in his hand and kill the ancient city of Loulan occupied by the barbarians with a sword!

The poem is completed, the original treasure light and the first treasure light suddenly appear, the poem page burns, turning into a snow-colored jade handle sword, the tip of the sword is downward, suspended in mid-air, exuding a cold light.

The stroke of genius and the chapter of exit also form a sword.

Three ice and snow swords were suspended in front of Fang Yun's body.

Everyone saw that the ground centered on Fang Yun actually began to freeze, and the cold air spread in all directions, constantly freezing the ground, making a small cracking sound.

Many readers were convinced, but they didn't expect that Fang Yun would be able to make a poem about the battle of a university scholar just after he became a scholar.

Hu Ding laughed and said: "It's just three swords, it's useless, this king is here, see how you cut it!"

Fang Yun looked at Hu Ding indifferently, and gently reached out to hold the first snow sword, and at the same time, a soldier in the Wanmin Wentai suddenly jumped out and pounced on Fang Yun, turning into a transparent light man, just wrapping Fang Yun inside.

Fang Yun and the soldier Guangren held the snow slashing sword at the same time.

No one heard the sound, but everyone's heart sounded a cry that seemed to tear the soul, there was anger, confusion, hesitation, and even timidity in this cry, but the cry formed by the fusion of these feelings was unyielding bravery!

Fang Yun and the soldier Guangren placed the snow slashing sword on the left side of their body, so that the sword seemed to hang on their waists, and the tip of the sword went deep into the ground.

Fang Yun stepped forward with his right foot, swung his sword upward, and with a snort, the blade cut through the ground, cutting a thin sword mark with a spark of spark.

The two sides were a mile apart, and it stands to reason that a normal scholar's war poem could definitely attack that distance, but Fang Yun was only holding a three-foot long sword, so it didn't look like he could hurt someone a mile away, and all the scholars held their breath, not wanting to see a useless attack.

A look of contempt appeared on Hu Ding's face, such a distance, this person also swung his sword upward, it was impossible to hurt the dignified silver tent barbarian king.

But in the next moment, Hu Ding's complexion suddenly changed drastically.

The sword, which was obviously only three feet long, never exposed the ground in the process of picking up from back to front.

Everyone saw that on the ground between Fang Yun and Hu Ding, an extremely long crack opened in an instant.

Then, a huge and friendless giant snow slashing sword revealed its true body and picked it out of the earth, bringing up sand and dust to the sides.

The Snow Slashing Sword has gotten bigger!

Tiger Ding stooped down sharply and swung his fist at the crack beneath his feet, as the massive snow slashing blade was rapidly rising from the crack.

Rumble!

Everyone saw that under the illumination of Wenqu's starlight, a giant snow slashing sword that was more than a mile long was held by Fang Yun, crystal clear, like ice and jade, hitting Hu Ding's right fist, and then knocking Hu Ding into the sky.

The moment the long sword touched the sky, the sword body exploded, turning into a heavy snow and falling one after another, and a strong chill spread throughout the ten miles.

Hu Ding, who was in mid-air, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the powerful fist of qi and blood in his right hand had been cut and dissipated, and his right fist was numb, but in an instant, new qi and blood wrapped around his right hand to form qi and blood armor, and demonic flames gushed out, attached to the qi and blood armor.

The barbarian patriarch in the distance breathed a sigh of relief, Hu Ding was the silver horde barbarian king after all, he was a realm higher than Fang Yun, and the fist of qi and blood formed with all his strength was very strong, and it could definitely block the war poetry of any scholar.

The Terran scholars were staring wide-eyed, especially the Lumen Marquis and Wei Changxian and other people from the Lumen Army, they didn't expect that Fang Yun could smash the full force of the Tiger Ding with just one battle poem, and the fist of qi and blood was definitely second only to the strongest Holy Aspect Attack of the Barbarian King.

Hu Ding also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but Yu Guang saw that the soldier who wrapped Fang Yun's light man disappeared, and another knight jumped down from the Wanmin Wen Platform and turned into a light man to envelop Fang Yun.

Anyone who sees the chivalrous light man, no matter where he is, has a sense of death in his heart, only to feel that the chivalrous man is angry, even in the face of the lord of all worlds, there is also the heart of blood splashed five steps, there is the will to kill the enemy, not afraid of life and death, only righteousness.

Fang Yun and the knight still held their swords at the same time, and at the same time placed their swords on their left side, but this time they did not move forward, but swung their swords upward, and when the tip of the sword pointed directly above them, they raised their swords like a mountain, and then slashed towards the tiger ding a mile away.

This time the sword did not go deep into the ground, and everyone saw that in the process of slashing in the air, this snow slashing sword instantly expanded hundreds of times, like a crystal cast, with a bright light, and slashed into the air towards the tiger ding that had just been knocked away and was falling.

The other five barbarian kings did not fight with Fang Yun, but the moment they saw the snow sword slashing, they all subconsciously retreated.

And the tiger ding who was facing the other party's fortune, the instinct in his heart told it that he would die in this sword, so he roared angrily, and the phantom of the tiger clan's barbarian saint appeared behind him.

Attack of the Holy Phase!

"Whew......"

Hu Ding roared, raised his right fist high, and saw that the Barbarian Saint Phantom behind him also raised his right fist, and the two of them struck out together against the Snow Slashing Sword.

The giant snow slashing sword flashed like thunder and lightning, hitting the right fist of the tiger.

Rumble!

Exploded in mid-air, and endless light erupted, like stars turning into rain, brilliant and gorgeous.

When everyone heard a scream, they saw the tiger ding fall downward, and its right arm exploded into fine pieces of flesh and blood, stained red with snow.

The qi and blood armor and demonic flames around Hu Ding's body all disappeared, and its whole body was attached to the crystal ice, making its body extremely sluggish.

"This is a rare biphasic battle poem, there is the sharpness of the sword, there is also the freezing of ice, there is no distinction between the two of them, but they have the same powerful power, before the dragon elephant deliberately did not induce, and when the tiger was injured, the blood and demon were consumed, and it was suddenly triggered. Zhang Qingfeng said happily.

Hu Ding kept falling downward, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, because his body was almost frozen, and even landing smoothly was a problem, and he had a greater threat.

Fang Yun also has a third snow slashing sword.

(To be continued.) )