Under the ridicule of the demon kings, Fang Yun picked up the pen to write the second poem, which was also a holy page, and it was also infused with a drop of holy blood. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Fang Xusheng really looks up to us, if the poems given to us are all made of holy pages and holy blood, even if we lose, it will not be a loss. ”

"I'd like to see how he alone can stop me from waiting eleven!"

Half of the Demon King was really laughing at Fang Yun, and the other half of the Demon King was staring at Fang Yun cautiously while laughing.

"I have been surprised that the pillow is cold, and I will see the light of the sky again. I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. ”

Fox Li looked at Fang Yun blankly, not understanding Fang Yun's intentions at all, this poem is also not a war poem, and it does not have too strong attack power, but it is just writing about a very common thing in winter: the weather is too cold and people are frozen awake, looking out, they can hear the sound of heavy snow crushing bamboo branches and leaves, only to know that there is a heavy snowfall at night.

Huli admits that this poem is very well written, especially the last sentence "When I hear the sound of breaking bamboo", which is the finishing touch of the whole poem, describing how big yesterday's snow is from a very rare angle, with this heavy snow, as if everything is happening right in front of you.

However, Hu Li couldn't understand why Fang Yun didn't write a good battle poem, but instead wasted the holy blood of the Holy Page to write this kind of poem.

After the poem is written, it turns fiction into reality.

A large amount of heaven and earth vitality surged, and those snow flakes were originally the size of palms, but now they were the size of two palms, and their weight increased, and they fell in their hands like a large piece of iron.

Bang bang bang......

Pieces of snow fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and in a short time, the corpses of the Ice Clan Demon Kings were covered in large snowflakes.

Many demon kings originally thought that the new poem would be very strong, but they quickly laughed.

"Good poem, good poem!" Zhenhai Dragon King pretended to be a humane reader, "In terms of detail, this poem is better than the previous one, and this king is also a full reader of poetry books, but I don't understand one thing, why Fang Xusheng wants to smash us to death with heavy snow!"

The demon kings laughed, these snow flakes are indeed very heavy, but these demon kings are full of blood and energy, and all the snow flakes will still be discharged, and they will not be threatened at all.

"You don't understand Fang Xusheng's painstaking efforts, now that the snow is falling a little too much and heavily, and it is still so heavy, I am afraid that he wants to build a great wall of ice and snow to block us. ”

"I have to say, the human race is really a race of wisdom, how could we foolish demons think of such ingenious means!"

"This poem is good, when I return to the demon world, I will have someone write it and frame it. ”

"This is the second poem, and there are the third and fourth poems. ”

Many demon kings continued to look at Fang Yun as they walked, and now, more demon kings became relaxed, only the Zhenhai Dragon King and the demon kings of the two-headed ancestral god clan were still not at ease, staring at Fang Yun to avoid Fang Yun's sneak attack.

Fang Yun turned a deaf ear to the mockery of the demon king, and continued to write the third poem, which also had the holy page and holy blood.

The first sentence of the pen shocked the demon kings.

"The candle dragon perches on the cold door, and the light is still open. ”

The candle dragon is an ancient beast with a human face and a snake body, with a body length of thousands of miles, this sentence is to say that the dragons inhabit the cold gate in the north, his eyes are like the sun and the moon, and when he opens his eyes, the earth is bright, and the world enters the night when he closes his eyes.

Afterwards, all the demon kings shut up and quietly waited for Fang Yun to write.

"Why can't the sun and the moon shine like this?

The snowflakes of Yanshan are as big as a seat, and the pieces are blown down Xuanyuan Terrace.

Youzhou thinks about the woman in December, stops singing and laughing at the double moth.

Leaning on the door to look at pedestrians, the Great Wall is bitter and sad.

Don't pick up the sword from time to time to save the side, and leave this tiger Wen Jin Tatar.

There is a pair of white-feathered arrows in it, and spiders make webs and dust.

The arrows are empty, and people will not return to the war today.

I can't bear to see it, and it has been burned to ashes.

The Yellow River holds the soil, and the north wind, rain and snow are difficult to cut. ”

The poem was completed, absorbing a large amount of heaven and earth vitality, and the pages of the poem kept floating in mid-air, not burning immediately, because there was too much heaven and earth vitality needed.

No demon king ridiculed this poem for not being a war poem, because even if it is not a war poem, it is a rare good poem.

This poem first writes that the candle dragon is like the sun and the moon, but then it is written that the candle dragon does not shine on the northern border, only the violent north wind descends from the sky. The snowflakes of Yanshan are as big as bamboo mats, and they fall on the Xuanyuan platform one after another.

The first is an exaggerated description of how cold the north is and how big the snowflakes are, and then begins to write about a woman who misses her husband who went to the Great Wall to guard the border, and finally learns that her husband died in battle and burns her husband's relics to ashes.

Finally, I sighed that no matter how wide and deep the Yellow River is, it can be filled with soil slowly, but the grievances and hatreds of life and death are like the wind and snow in the north, boundless and endless.

Hearing that the beginning of this poem begins with the candle dragon, the demon king who especially understands poetry feels bad, and after hearing "Yanshan snowflakes are as big as a seat", he realized that this poem will be a little extraordinary.

After this third poem has absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth, it turns fiction into reality.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth became heavier again.

The wind, like a resentful woman's angry howl, pulls the heart.

The snow suddenly became bigger, as big as a mat and as heavy as a mill.

In the past, the snow flakes were only falling, but now the snow flakes can only be described as smashing down.

Not far away, Bingtong looked stupid, and the sky was covered with large snow flakes the size of mats, falling down like stones, each of which was spread on the ground enough for the two of them to lie side by side.

The sky above the cliff has been completely violent, and the power of "North Wind Travel" has pushed the wind here to the limit, and the cold has also been strengthened to the limit, and the huge snowflakes like falling rocks continue to fall from the sky, which is spectacular.

Fang Yun himself watched this strange scene for a while.

The demon kings were hit by huge snowflakes one after another, and they already knew that their strength could not naturally disperse the snowflakes, so they had to release more qi and blood power or dragon power to resist such huge snowflakes.

Huge snowflakes continue to fall, like the Terrans encountering a continuous wave of flies, which is not painful, but irritating.

"Fang Yun, are you only going to use this method?" the Demon King couldn't help but sneer angrily.

"What is the point of you giving us three poems?"

"Write the fourth poem now, and when it's done, it's time for you to die!"

"No matter how many poems there are at this level, they can't stop us from killing you!"

"Everyone, I'll be close to Fang Yun soon, I'll make a move together, break through the shield of Wuhou Che, and kill him!"

Some of the demon kings were really angry, but there were still a few demon kings who were a little uneasy, they didn't think that Fang Yun would be stupid to this extent, so they secretly spread the word.

"Zhenhai Dragon King, I feel that the situation is not good, otherwise we will use the strongest blow in advance and end it as soon as possible. ”

"I think we'll have to wait. The Zhenhai Dragon King used the Heaven and Earth Transformation Dragon Technique, so he could naturally recover his strength immediately, but we couldn't do it yet, once we attacked with all our might, the body would not be able to withstand it first. Wait, we can't afford to fall short. ”

"This third poem is very strange, obviously it is not a war poem, and it basically can't hurt us, why does he dare to use the name of the candle dragon?

. (To be continued.) )