"Not good!"

When he saw Fang Xiaoli holding the demon suppression pen in his hand, the faces of the barbarian demons such as the scarf changed greatly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Let's go!"

"Where to go!" Fang Xiaoli snorted coldly, holding the demon suppression pen, his heart was full of anger, at this moment, he more directly understood the great achievements of the demon suppression pen, and used this pen to kill the barbarian demon and restore the human race!

"The barbarian demon is bloodless, and he deceived me that the human race is weak, and now I will kill you with the pen of the demon suppression! Let the barbarian demon clan know that there are still people in my human race!"

Fang Xiaoli's clothes are fluttering, and the 'pen soul' of the demon suppression pen seems to be in line with Fang Xiaoli's heart.

"There is actually a pen soul in this demon pen!"

"What a terrible thought of killing demons!" But immediately after, Fang Xiaoli's expression was extremely lonely, even melancholy.

"It's just a pity that he was full of ambition, thinking that he could recover the human race, but he never thought that the barbarian incarnation of adults would play tricks and recall the Great Confucian, thus losing the opportunity to suppress the barbarian demon clan, so when he left, he sealed the demon suppression pen here, but he never thought that this time he went, he would not come back......"

Fang Xiaoli sighed in his heart, as if he was excited, the state of mind of the Great Confucian was the same as his current situation, he was ambitious, he didn't care about fame, he was only willing to contribute to the human race.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in the demon suppression pen, and a figure appeared in front of Fang Xiaoli.

The light and shadow turned into a sergeant in armor, his eyes were like electricity, he looked at Fang Xiaoli at this moment, nodded slightly, and finally all the light and shadow turned into a little starlight and disappeared into Fang Xiaoli's eyebrows.

This is an acknowledgment that Brother Fang is the master of the demon pen from now on. Han Lei was taken aback and exclaimed beside him.

Yue Bansheng!

has the strength of a half-saint, but does not have the position of a half-saint, so he can only be condescended to the position of a great Confucian.

Fang Xiaoli instantly remembered most of the memories of Tianyue Daru before his death, fighting with barbarian demons, bloody battles, and barbarian demons fleeing in the wilderness......

"Ahhh

Although Fang Xiaoli is a scholar, at this moment, he just wants to express his feelings. A sound arises, like a wave rolling up, breaking through the clouds, and faintly, the sound pierces the sky and spreads in all directions.

Han Lei, Lin Yiping and others felt the awe-inspiring battle in their hearts at this moment, and wanted to pick up the pen in their hands, splash ink, write a poem to kill demons, and fight with the barbarian demons, even if they died, they had no regrets.

The barbarian demon clan's mind seemed to explode, and the sound directly broke through their eardrums and vibrated above their hearts, like rolling thunder, deafening.

"Why is this happening?" said Scarf's face was pale, and her body was shrinking.

"This is the connection between that damn human race and the 'pen soul' consciousness of the demon suppression pen, and that pen soul released its power with the help of Fang Xiaoli's body, and it is not at all that we can resist. A brute said.

"Impossible! That town demon pen is condensed with my barbarian flesh and blood, it is impossible to take the initiative to attack us, is it possible that even the barbarian ancestors want to put us to death?!"

"No! It's that the soul is too powerful, one person can resist thousands of people in my barbarians, and the soul of one person suppresses the souls of hundreds of barbarians in the demon suppression pen, it's just too terrifying, and now I just hope that the human child can't write a 'demon killing poem', otherwise, several of us will die here today." ”

"Yes, yes, as long as there is no 'Demon Killing Poem', we still have a chance. ”

"A mere human race, who doesn't even have a literary position, or even a trace of literary temperament, can't write a 'demon killing poem'. If you don't have talent, even if you write a 'demon killing poem', it won't have much lethality at all, and if you write it indiscriminately, it won't be a threat. ”

Several barbarian demons were originally extremely worried, but they couldn't see the literary qi, literary quality, and literary position on Fang Xiaoli's body, so they were not worried at all, and their expressions slowly began to relax.

At this moment, the faces of Han Lei and the others changed.

"Writing a 'Demon Killing Poem' requires a literary atmosphere, I don't know if Brother Fang has a literary temperament, and even if he has a literary atmosphere, if he doesn't have a 'Demon Killing Poem', it will only consume his strength in vain, and finally let the barbarian demon have a chance. ”

"But even if there is a literary atmosphere, Brother Fang is not a jinshi, nor is he a lifter, there is no way to store the literary atmosphere, and those long-famous 'demon killing poems' are not at all what Brother Fang can write now, not to mention the consumption of literary energy, I don't understand the meaning of 'demon killing poems', the power will also be sharply reduced, and the literary atmosphere is insufficient, and if you forcibly write the demon killing poems, you will also have exhaustion, and even before you write half of the demon killing poems, your body will not be able to support it and fall. ”

"It's terrible now, I originally thought that Brother Fang would be able to turn defeat into victory if he got Wenbao, but now it seems that a few of us are also more than lucky......"

No one's face is good-looking, in this cold mountain area, even if the third son of Hanshan comes, it is useless, and the only Liu Gong who can help has already 'unloaded his armor and returned home', without the 'words and swords' above the court in the past, even if it comes now, it is impossible to write a one-hit demon killing poem.

The crowd was terrified.

Fang Xiaoli's expression did not change in the slightest, his eyes were originally calm as water, but at this moment, they were intertwined with thunder and lightning, and between his eyebrows and demeanor, he was somewhat similar to Yue Daru.

"The barbarian demon has been offending my human race for a long time, Yue Daru was ambitious before his death, swore to destroy the demon clan, and returned the peace of our human race, his will was completed by our filial piety on his behalf-"

"If our filial piety does not die, the human race will not die!"

Boom boom!~

The sound rolls, rolls into the sea, and breaks through the Nine Heavens!

The next moment, Fang Xiaoli's body suddenly took a step forward, "Chi Scarf, do you think that if I don't have a literary position, I won't have a literary temperament?"

At this moment, a light appeared in front of Fang Xiaoli's forehead, a faint milky white halo.

Baimang Yipin!

"How is it possible, how can you have literary products?" The scarf's face finally stopped calm, and began to show a trace of panic.

"I remember. Han Lei patted his head and said in a loud voice, "With the major contributors of the human race, give literary products...... Brother Fang doesn't know what to contribute, even if it is the smallest contribution, it is not the upper level of Bai Mang's first grade, it is the most inferior lower level, and he also has a certain literary atmosphere, and if he has a literary atmosphere, he can write demon slaying poems!"

"I don't know how much Brother Fang's temperament is?!"

At the same moment, the white halo at the center of Fang Xiaoli's eyebrows slowly condensed, forming a long strip of literary energy.

Gentleness, half a foot and three inches!

It's the minimum value again!

Han Lei, Lin Yiping felt a little dizzy, how can they be the worst, Brother Fang's character is ......

However, Fang Xiaoli smiled faintly, "Half a foot and three inches of literary spirit is enough to write a complete poem to kill the demon and completely kill the barbarian demon!"

The voice was as warm as jade, and between the words, it made the barbarian demon clan like falling into the ice and snow!

(Everyone should have guessed who Yue Daru is, so guess what Fang Xiaoli's demon killing poem is.) ）