Just as Yuan Zhi and Mo Yu were talking, Yuan Zhi's stone egg suddenly jumped extremely fast, and the sound was vibrating.

"What's going on?" Yuan Zhi frowned and thought.

At this moment, the three demon hunting disks rotated extremely fast, one pointing to the west, one pointing to the east, and the other to the south.

"This?" Wang Juren pondered, "This strong demonic aura, I'm afraid there are dozens of demon generals and hundreds of demon soldiers." ”

"Even, there may be ......" Zhou Ju next to him.

"There may also be a demon handsome. And being able to command so many monsters is not an ordinary demon commander. Su Juren frowned and said.

"I can only hope that the demon will not appear. Wang Juren sighed.

"The whole boat is on alert, the demon will attack!"

"What?"

"We just used the talent qi, and we haven't fully recovered yet!"

"Is it already so unsafe on the edge of the Wujiang River?"

"Mocking Wind is the son of the Dragon King, and there will definitely be descendants of Mocking Wind stationed in Bianjiang!"

"Let's kill the enemy!"

Although everyone is still tired, their fighting spirit is undiminished and their killing intent is high.

At first, it was just stone eggs that could find those demon clans, but soon even the three gentlemen's demon exploration paperweights began to glow, which showed that those demon clans were already close.

"Set sail, we rushed forward to the island. The voice of the king reverberated in the boat.

"Brother Wang, if there is a favorable terrain, we can fight to the death with the demon group, and the odds of victory are very high, but there is no place to defend here, there are rivers on all sides, once they surround from all sides of the river, we can't protect everyone. What's more, if the demon commander wants to kill these students, we can't stop them at all. We should first send two people to intercept the demon marshal, and fight and retreat, and the other person escorts them away, and we can also block the pursuit of those demon soldiers and demon generals. I'm going to stop the demon handsome!"

"I'm also going to stop the demon general, Brother Wang, these children are handed over to you!"

After Mr. Su and Mr. Zhou finished speaking, they walked in the direction of the demon group.

Mr. Wang immediately took out a cloth bag from his arms and said, "This is what Lord Wei Jianshu specially left here to prevent accidents, with this thing, even the three-headed demon handsome can't hurt the two of you." ”

Mr. Su took the cloth bag and opened it, and said happily: "With this thing, there is nothing to worry about." Let's go!"

The two gentlemen left immediately, and as they went, they recited the poems of galloping and uplifting.

"Thank you, Mr. Su, Mr. Zhou!" many students thanked.

"Let's go. ”

Under the cover of Mr. Wang, everyone accelerated and ran.

All the students and soldiers were moved in their hearts, their eyes were slightly red, and it was not dangerous for the two people to just stop the two demon commanders, but with the addition of three hundred demon generals and demon soldiers, the possibility of dying in battle was extremely great, even if there was an unknown Wenbao, he did not dare to say that it was foolproof.

Yuan Zhi also thanked Master Zhou and Li Wenying in his heart, the treasure that can make people extremely surprised, at least it is also Jinshi Wenbao, that Wenbao is not given to Mr. Yu with higher qualifications, but to Mr. Wang in the first class, which is obviously used to protect him, a saint before the child.

The light boat ran wildly all the way, and occasionally a loud sound came from behind him, which showed that the battle was fierce.

After a while, the stone egg suddenly swayed, screaming and pointing behind it.

Yuan Zhi immediately asked, "Is there a demon coming?"

The stone egg nodded, then nodded again and again, 15 times in a row.

Everyone's breathing slowed down, the breath of death shrouded the surroundings, a demon dragon handsome can entangle a lifting person, if the more than a hundred demon dragons pounce, this team can't stop it at all, and it will be torn apart within a few dozen breaths.

Mr. Wang asked, "Is it one of the two demon dragon handsomes before, or is it a new one?"

Yuan Zhi immediately asked, "Is it new?"

Stone Egg shook his head.

Mr. Wang scolded: "What a cunning demon dragon! The wisdom of the demon dragon is no worse than that of people, they must first separate the demon soldiers and demon generals to avoid the two, and the two of them know that I am not afraid of these demon soldiers, so they are not hindered." Then one of the demon marshals who ran fast found an opportunity to escape from the battle and chase us, and came with the previous demon soldiers and demon generals! The Jinshi Wenbao I gave to Mr. Yu is a protective Wenbao, and there is nothing I can do about such a demon general. ”

Mo Yu said: "Wang Juren, it is the task of the government army to protect you, we will stop the demon dragon for a while, and wait for the other two to raise people to help." ”

"That demon dragon handsome is too cunning, you can't stop him! I'll intercept the demon dragon handsome, you form a formation to protect yourself. The reason why the two of them let me stay is because my "With the Son" has a poetic soul!" Mr. Wang's tone had a hint of pride and a hint of sadness.

Everyone is overjoyed, and Yuan Zhi is also extremely happy, if a person understands a war poem to the extreme, or in special circumstances, he will have the poetic soul of this war poem, so as to double the power of this war poem, and there will be additional power.

Yuan Zhi immediately said: "I brought the dragon blood ink ingot, as well as the silver dragon pen, which is enough to increase the power of Mr.'s war poems by eighty percent." ”

"Okay!" Mr. Wang looked at Yuan Zhi, but he didn't expect Yuan Zhi to be willing to take these two treasures with him.

Yuan Zhi immediately poured water into the inkstone to study ink, and handed the silver dragon pen to Mr. Wang.

Although it is possible to kill the enemy without writing, the disadvantage is that it cannot be enhanced by the power of pen and ink, and can only be used in emergency battles.

Mr. Wang picked up the silver dragon pen, dipped it in dragon blood ink, and wrote "With the Son" on the paper of the plate tray.

When I was almost finished, a thin layer of precious light was attached to the whole paper.

"This is the treasure of poetry. Mo Yu said in a low voice.

Yuan Zhi nodded, the battle poetry treasure light is a compulsory course for these literati, and they can recognize it.

At the end of the writing of "With the Son", a second layer of treasure light appeared on the paper, but the second layer of treasure light only covered forty percent of the pages before stopping, the dragon blood ink can increase the power of thirty percent, and the silver dragon pen can increase the power of ordinary war poems by fifty percent without directly attacking the demon clan.

After "Walking with the Son" was written, it burned immediately.

"With the Son" written by others before turned into a point of light and fell into everyone's body, but this time it was different.

The whole poem suddenly turned into a ball of white light, and the white light condensed into a battlefield, and the light and shadow in the battlefield flickered, which was the scene of the battle between the soldiers and the demons during the reign of King Xuan of Zhou.

This white light exuded a powerful contagious power, and the emotions of everyone present were affected by the scene inside the white light, and then the white light shattered, turning into transparent armor and flying to everyone, so that everyone had a layer of transparent white armor from neck to toe.

It was the first time Yuan Zhi had seen the poetry of the soul war, and he reached out and touched the transparent white armor, which was cold and smooth, very frivolous, and the protective ability of this armor exceeded the heavy armor of the whole body, but it could only last for half an hour.

After all, Mr. Wang is a lifter, and the shock of talent caused by writing poems immediately subsided, and then he wrote an uplifting poem and a strong soldier poem "Ode to Soldiers" that can be used by people in turn, so that all soldiers' weapons are more lethal, and it is easier to kill demon soldiers, but if the demon killer cannot hurt the vital point, the damage is still limited.

After that, Mr. Wang wrote a poem and gave Yuan Zhi pen and ink.

"Sir, don't you need it?" asked Yuanzhi.

"The demon general won't give me time to write, I can only use the exit chapter to deal with it, you keep it. Mo Yu, you are in charge of commanding, you must hold it before we rush back!" Mr. Wang finished speaking, and rushed towards the mountain at a very fast speed.

Everyone formed a formation and got ready, and after a while, they saw hundreds of demon clans in front of them pressing over, there were nearly two people tall upright dragon and snake demons, there were colorful dragon and tiger demons as high as people's shoulders, and there were poisonous dragon demons that were five or six zhang long, and the tongue core it spit out was longer than a human arm.

There are at least thirty demon generals in this, and even if it is a person who enters the warrior to kill these demon clans, it is a little difficult, not to mention these little talents.

"Don't be afraid!

"Yes, we have it on paper!"

Suddenly, a green spirit dragon bird flapped its wings and landed on top of the head of a snake dragon demon.

Chen Cheng's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly covered his ears and shouted: "It's not good! It's a strange sound, run ...... immediately."

Before he could finish speaking, the poor bird demon began to cry on the dragon demon's head, and its voice was graceful and listening, like a cry.

Yuan Zhi saw that all the soldiers were weak in their hands and feet and fell to the ground one after another, while Tong Sheng was better and could barely hold the weapon.

The talents obviously wanted to hold the pen to write "Jing Ke's Assassination of Qin Song", but their hands kept shaking, and they couldn't write the complete words, it was difficult to talk on paper, and their minds were a little confused, and they didn't even have the idea of escaping.

Even if Mo Yu covered his ears, it was useless.

Yuan Zhi naturally knows the name of the poor demon dragon, this kind of demon dragon can be said to be the nemesis of the human race, the strongest demon king Ming Qi screamed, which can make all the scholars under the Great Confucian shake their hearts, and it is difficult to talk on paper or even export into chapters, so they can only reluctantly use the sword.

The only thing that can resist this cry is Wen Guts.

But this poor bird is at the level of a demon general, equivalent to a human Xiucai, and Xiucai can't have the courage at all, causing almost everyone to be unable to fight.

Whether it was an ordinary soldier, a child, or a showman, they all showed a look of despair, and they never expected to recruit Qiqi over.

Those dragons laughed one by one, and even laughed and talked in dragon language, completely treating these people as food.

Hearing the language of the dragon clan, Yuan Zhi and a few Xiucai suddenly realized that because there were too many demon clans just killed, the two nearby demon generals joined forces to lay out, lure the three people away, and then let Qi Qi take the opportunity to kill the demon soldiers with the demon generals.

However, Yuan Zhi has the courage to write.

Yuan Zhi took a deep breath, looked at the hundred demons in front of him without fear, and recited aloud the content of the "Analects of Discourse", almost word by word: "Zi is silent, strange! force! chaos! God!"

In order to save his comrades, Yuan Zhi ignored the fact that the demon clan would kill him first, which was a sacrificial act, not only attracting talent in his body, but also being driven by his spirit, forming a strange force that spread in all directions.

The words of the sage, the voice of the Yuan, the talent, the courage and the vitality of heaven and earth resonated, and finally the words of the Yuan Zhi were like a bell, which shook the ears of all the dragons, and all the dragons were frightened, remembering the heroic righteousness of the legendary Confucianism of the human race, which was the power that naturally restrained them, and they were frightened and retreated.

After the poor demon bird screamed a few times, it suddenly became hoarse, and finally suddenly couldn't scream at all, and it fluttered its wings with its mouth open, jumping and jumping on the head of the dragon snake demon in a hurry.

After Yuan Zhi finished saying the words "strange, powerful, chaotic, and godly", everyone was completely out of Mingqi's control, even Confucius didn't say weird, violent, chaotic and ghostly, and even Mingqi birds dared to be presumptuous?

The sober crowd quickly reorganized, and in the process, everyone looked at Yuan one or a few times, and was shocked and grateful by Yuanzhi's sudden strength.

Everyone knows that those bachelors and Confucians who have a heroic and righteous spirit are full of righteousness and righteousness, so even if the Great Confucian casually recites a holy scripture, he can force the dragon spirit under the big demon away.

However, the crowd did not understand how a talented man could have such power? Could it be that this person really had strong conviction and righteousness in his heart? This was even more shocking than reciting the Analects backwards.

Everyone suppressed the thoughts in their hearts and looked at the demons, although more than a hundred demon clans were temporarily shocked, they would pounce on them with a dozen breaths at most.

No one had the confidence to defeat these more than 100 demon clans.

No matter how strong the Xiucai war poem is, it can't kill so many demon clans, Xiucai is the basic literary position after all, and the power at this level cannot be written as a large-scale attack war poem such as "Song of the Great Wind" or "Canglang Xing", because the talent is not enough, even if Yasheng can't do it when he is Xiucai.

One person can kill all these demon clans here, but fifteen academy students can't.

Killing the enemy poems can't do it, but strong soldier poems can, although there were no Xiucai strong soldiers poems in the Shengyuan Continent before this.

Yuan Zhi remembered an ancient poem that could be used as a strong soldier poem, and lowered his head to pick up the silver dragon pen.

Mo Yu stretched out his hand to Fang Yun and said, "Borrow me the silver dragon pen, I want to kill the demon!"

Yuan Zhi dipped the dragon blood ink with the silver dragon pen, and said without raising his head: "Protect me!"

After speaking, Yuan Zhi quickly wrote in the most concise cursive script on paper, and first wrote the name of the poem, "Capture the King".

"Xiao Yuan, are you crazy?"

Chen Cheng didn't care about the hundreds of demon clans in front of him, they all looked at Fang Yun in surprise, a saint boy didn't give the pen of the Silver Dragon King who could enhance the poem of killing enemies to Mo Yu, who had the most talent, but asked others to protect him, what is the difference between this and burying everyone's lives?

However, when Xiao Yuan finished writing the first sentence "Pull the bow when you pull the strong", everyone's eyes couldn't help but widen.

A layer of treasure light appears on the page.

"Original Baoguang!" Chen Cheng exclaimed in surprise.

When Xiao Yuan finished writing the second sentence "Use arrows as long", the second layer of treasure light covered it.

"The first treasure light!"

After "shooting people and shooting horses first" was written, the third layer of treasure light appeared.

"Heirloom Treasure Light!" said half of Xiucai.

Xiao Yuan then wrote the fourth sentence "Capture the thief and capture the king first", and then point out a full stop to indicate that the writing is finished.

The power treasure light representing the dragon blood ink and the silver dragon king formed the fourth layer of treasure light, but it only shrouded eighty percent of the pages.

When those demon clans came to their senses, the power of the strong soldier poem increased by three hundred and eighty percent burned, turning into white light and falling on everyone, and at the same time dispelling the power of Mr. Wang's previous strong soldier poem.

The others did not change, but the bows and arrows on the archers immediately emitted a faint white light.

Mo Yu said in ecstasy: "What to see! Shoot quickly! Kill the demon soldiers first!"

All the archers woke up from a dream and immediately drew their bows and fired.

Fifteen shimmering arrows with a piercing sound of breaking through the air instantly hit the heads of fifteen demon generals.

The huge dragon snake demon slowly fell to the ground, and only half of the arrow was exposed in the center of the word "king" on his forehead, and the other half of the arrow was inserted in the dragon snake demon's brain.

The poor bird was pierced by an arrow, and finally nailed to a tree seven feet away, with its mouth open before dying.

The fifteen-headed demons, without exception, will all be hit by arrows in the most critical parts, as the poem says, "Shoot the man before the horse, capture the thief before the king."

Not only were all the demon clans stunned, but even the fifteen archers who shot arrows on the human side were stunned.

Mo Yu said: "Even if it is an arrow shot by a strong soldier poem, at most it will make the tiger demon feel pain, and it will not be able to penetrate the head of the tiger demon soldier...... No, Xiao Yuan is a saint and a talent!"

"Keep shooting! Time is limited" Xiao Yuan finished speaking, thinking that it was a pity that the second half of the poem in the original work was too negative, and it could not become a war poem if it was written, but only the first half of the poem could be so powerful, worthy of the poem Saint Du Fu's poems.

Fifteen archers once again drew their bows and shot arrows, and another fifteen-headed demon was about to die.

After only two rounds of shooting, there were only five demon generals left.

Although the demon clan below the demon general has low intelligence, they are not so stupid as not afraid of death, especially when they encounter "suspected Confucians" and sharpshooters who are all shots, and there is no demon general to command, they finally have the intention of retreating and slowly retreat.

Fifteen archers would not have missed this God-given opportunity and began the third round of shooting.

This time, seventeen demon clans died, and two demon soldiers were penetrated.

All the dragons turned and fled like frightened birds, and some of the frightened demon dragons kept repeating a word.

"Great Confucian!"

"Great Confucian!"

When the poisonous dragon demon handsome who was pestering Mr. Wang heard this, he turned around in fright and ran, ignoring the demon dragon that was attacked by two people.

Mr. Wang felt strange in his heart, turned around and ran back, and saw that those demon clans were fleeing frantically, and he didn't care about these demon clans, and quickly saw Xiao Yuan and others with his fast poems, if it wasn't for Mo Yu and others to stop them, those archers and young Xiucai actually wanted to pursue.

"How dare a mouse chase a group of cats?" Mr. Wang wondered.

Then Mr. Wang saw the corpses of the demon clan all over the ground, without exception, all of them were pierced by an arrow, and finally he looked at the dead dome on the tree in a daze.

"Is my strong soldier poem suddenly powerful, or is there really a great Confucian passing by?" he muttered to himself.

Chen Cheng shouted happily: "Sir, sir! Xiao Yuan showed his talent before he became a saint, and he also created his own Xiucai strong soldier poem, which is the first in the ages! In the future, we can also use strong soldier poems." ”

Mr. Wang looked at Xiao Yuan and said, "His name is Yuanzhi! What! It can't be! He created a poem about showing off talents and strong soldiers?"

"Yes. Chen Cheng nodded.

Mr. Wang looked at Yuan Zhi with a strange expression.