"Haha, you are a teaching gentleman, even if you have a literary degree, but after all, you have no fame, no fame, how much knowledge do you have, how to write a demon killing poem?"

Scarf lowered her panic with panicked words. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Lei, Lin Yiping and the others are not good-looking, even if they have literary products and literary temperament, they may not necessarily write demon killing poems.

In the entire Kaiyuan Dynasty, there were "marching poems", "restoration poems", "poems of inspiring the three armies", "poems of one drum", "poems of enhancing war spirit", "poems of exterminating demons" and so on.

But as we all know, 'marching poems' and 'restoration poems' are suitable for show-talents and lifting people, 'poems of inspiring the three armies', 'poems of one drum' and 'poems of enhancing war spirit' are suitable for prisoners and jinshi, and 'poems of exterminating demons' are more suitable for Confucianism.

No one is optimistic about Fang Xiaoli.

Fang Xiaoli seemed to have great pride, and suddenly took a step forward and wrote in the air with a demon suppression pen.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, relying on the place, the rain rests, the sky roars, and the ambition is fierce. ”

Just as Fang Xiaoli finished writing the first sentence, a light drizzle suddenly fell in the sky.

Han Lei and the others were shocked!

"The pen falls into a storm!"

"This is the realm of the pen, Brother Fang's sentence is not written indiscriminately, but may be really writing a poem to kill demons!" Lin Yiping's face once again showed a hint of excitement.

But the shock of the few people was not over, and the drizzle in the sky suddenly stopped.

"Angry hair rushing to the crown, relying on the place, Xiaoxiao rain rest, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong man fierce, this is Brother Fang expressing his emotions, do you see? Brother Fang every hair stands upside down, and he stands in a high place, originally the sky was drizzling, but it also stopped suddenly because of the sentence 'Xiaoxiao rain break', the previous excitement, the previous high-pitched, all are for the beginning of this poem!"

The faces of the barbarian demons such as the scarf were already extremely ugly, and they felt a mountain-like pressure suppressing them, and all the demonic qi was no longer unscrupulous, but was forced back into their bodies by an invisible pressure.

But Fang Xiaoli didn't stop, he could feel Yue Daru's state of mind, he could feel what the other party was fighting for year after year.

There was almost no stagnation in the Demon Suppression Pen, and Fang Xiaoli's hand seemed to be infused with a force.

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. ”

"Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. ”

Fang Xiaoli just wrote this sentence, and Han Lei and the others changed color again, "Brother Fang is probably not in his early twenties, these thirty fame and dust are too exaggerated, I am afraid that this sentence of 'Demon Killing Poem' will be invalidated, but it's a pity that ......."

But Lin Yiping's face looked at the sky, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, "That's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"I can't say what's wrong, but have you noticed that the momentum of killing demons has not stopped, which shows that the demon-killing poems written by Brother Fang are still powerful. ”

At the next moment, Fang Xiaoli continued to write.

"Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing, and the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed. ”

"Drive a long car and step through the lack of Helan Mountain. ”

"Wonderful!"

"Wonderful!"

Han Lei and Lin Yiping said at the same time.

"I didn't know what Brother Fang's previous sentence meant, but when this sentence came out, the previous sentence became the finishing touch, which is wonderful!"

"Yes, I was almost blinded, thinking that the 'Demon Slaying Poem' was going to end here, who knows how the peak will turn. ”

Although there was no vision in the previous sentence, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid that I guessed wrong...... Brother Han, do you still remember the picture that appeared in our memory before? The character of the bloody battlefield, Brother Fang is not writing about himself, but writing about the person in his memory, and it may even be the soul of the 'Demon Suppression Pen', Brother Fang has the inheritance of the Demon Suppression Pen, and he should have most of the memories of the 'Pen Soul', that sentence seems to be plain, but it presents all the inner thoughts, the changes that have passed for eight thousand miles, a good man should seize the time to make contributions to the country, do not consume his youth empty, and be sad in vain when he is old. ”

Han Lei nodded, "The next sentence is even better, saying that the hatred of the human race being enslaved by the demon clan has not been forgotten so far, as the anger of the courtiers of the country, when will it be extinguished, I will drive a long car and step through the Helan Mountain." ”

Boom Boom Boom~!

Just after Fang Xiaoli finished writing this sentence, between heaven and earth, a magnificent momentum swept in.

Several long cars are coming, trying to crush the brute and so on.

"Everyone, resist it!" the scarf was the first to stand up, resisting the impact of the long car with the strength of both hands.

"Resist!"

"It's impossible for my barbarian demon to lose to a mere human race, and I can't lose to a mere Mr. Teaching!"

"That's right, that damn Terran's temperament is almost insufficient, we are holding on for a while, as long as he is temperamental for an hour, we will be fearless, kill all the Terrans here, and then take back the treasure of my barbarian demon clan!"

Han Lei, Lin Yiping and others were originally extremely excited to see Fang Xiaoli's demon slaying poem, because this meant that once the poem was completed, all the barbarian demons here would be destroyed. It was only when they heard the words of the barbarian demons such as the scarf that they looked at Fang Xiaoli, and then they found that Fang Xiaoli's tone had shrunk sharply from the original half a foot and three inches to only two inches.

The faces of several people were extremely ugly for a moment.

Don't let all your efforts go to waste......

Only Fang Xiaoli took a look at his temperament, and a trace of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, hoping that it was still too late, two inches of temperament, and it was enough to support me for a while.

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood. ”

An inch of civility!

Several people's heartbeats seemed to mention their throats, and they were anxious for Fang Xiaoli.

"Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

The literary qi was exhausted, Fang Xiaoli's face was pale, and he fell directly to the ground, but Han Lei and the others seemed to be even more tired than Fang Xiaoli, sweating profusely, staring at the poems in the sky, whether the 'Demon Killing Poem' was successful or not?

The scarf's face was overjoyed, "The Terran's literary spirit is exhausted, and he can't continue to write the 'Demon Slaying Poem', everyone cheers up and kills the Terran one by one!"

Han Lei, Lin Yiping and others are like ashes.

"Huh?" a brute let out a surprised voice.

"Why? Why hasn't this chariot disappeared? I even have a feeling that this chariot has become more solid, more destructive. ”

"It's not good!" Chi Scarf's face changed greatly, "It's not a 'demon killing poem', but a great success! This human child actually wrote a demon killing poem!"

At the same moment, a white light shot straight into the sky.

"Demon Killing Poem!"

Dongshufu.

Qu Zhong looked out the window and widened his eyes, "This is the 'Demon Slaying Poem', what kind of place is that?When did such a peerless genius appear in my human race, last time a 'Jiang Chengzi' had even noticed it in the Holy Courtyard, and this time a human genius appeared again, could it be that the day of the rise of my human race has finally come, I want to go and see ......"

Taixue Palace.

Dong Zhongshu just took a sip of tea in his mouth, and suddenly, a mouthful of tea squirted out directly from his mouth, without any temperamental image, "'Demon Slaying Poem', my human race has been enslaved for more than five hundred years, and finally another genius has risen? Last time, 'Jiang Chengzi' was taken away by the Holy Courtyard, this time it can't be half a minute slower, and it was taken by the bad old man of Dongshufu!"

(No recommendation next week, streaking, I cried, really cried.) To be honest, it's really embarrassing for a man to cry, but I can't control it, I feel that my book is not bad, it shouldn't be like this, I've thought about giving up, but lemon comes to my book review area every day to enliven the atmosphere, if you give up, I'm afraid I'm sorry for him, quiet went to play mahjong last night, I don't know if I won or lost, I got up and found that he gave me a reward again, if I give up like this, I'm sorry for him, maybe I don't have a pen, maybe I have poor storytelling ability, but I'm casting a complete story with my heart, a flesh and blood, I don't ask you to give me a reward, and even since I sent the book for so long, I rarely ask for recommendations and the like, but I think about it nowI think you can vote for me? Can you get up and click on my book? Can you leave me a message in the book review area? Can you have a good time in the group? I'm a sentimental person, but I have at least a few people supporting me now, and I want to say, thank you. 249687886 This is the Tiance camp, if you like Tiance, you can come in. )