"The demon clan is also progressing with us......" Li Qing said leisurely.

The shouting of killing suddenly approached, and a demon clan who was good at jumping jumped onto the city wall.

"Say no more!" Song Baige turned around and joined the battle team.

Li Qingxian thought about it, sat on the ground, took out all kinds of life materials, and made one after another wooden talisman people wrapped in yellow talismans.

Make a batch of wooden talismans, and Li Qingxian will give them away.

The defenders who got the wooden talisman looked happy and thanked them one after another.

The sun has set, the moon has not yet risen, and the sky is full of stars.

The shouts of killing are endless.

Li Qingxian exhausted all the mana of the Thunder Dragon Fire Seal and made more than two hundred wooden talismans, so he had to visualize in place and slowly recover his mana.

Zhou Hat, who was covered in blood, walked over with a magic weapon bow and arrow, guarding Li Qingxian while shooting at the middle-grade demon clan who jumped on the city.

When the mana was full, Li Qingxian opened his eyes.

The rich smell of blood wafted with the night breeze.

On the ground of the city wall, the thick blood stain did not dry up, and a new layer of blood was covered.

Blood is like mud, sticking to the soles of shoes.

Everyone walked on the city wall, and the sound of chirping was endless, and the hearts of the people trembled.

One after another, the demon clan with green light in their eyes jumped up to the city, their huge claws flashing, their sharp teeth sharp, and they attacked wildly.

The Wenxiu, Dao Xiu and Puppet Xiu in the middle gradually increased their attrition.

Zhou Hate said, "Get ready." The demon clan likes the night and does not like the day, and it is customary to launch a general attack at midnight, no accident, Lord Zhou and Mr. Song will go all out, and then the three kings will work together to destroy the city and kill the generals. After they attacked, the two adults were in charge of blocking it, and we left in the wooden eagle. ”

"Is there no way?" Li Qingxian asked in a low voice.

"You haven't seen the Emperor Demon King make a move, but if you see it, you will understand. If the other party is just a three-headed ordinary three-rank demon king, I won't escape, and it's not like I haven't cooperated with others to kill the three-rank demon king. But the three-rank emperor demon is different. Zhou Hate sighed.

"I see." Li Qingxian silently made thunder talismans and distributed them.

"Save some mana and stop halfway. In this big battle, there is no shortage of you. ”

Li Qingxian nodded, but did not give up, still constantly looking for opportunities, constantly thinking about the available life techniques.

As the night deepened, the demon clans outside the city walls continued unabated, but the human races on the city walls became fewer and fewer.

It was close to midnight, and there was still no message from the imperial court.

"Hold on to the river!"

A hoarse Wu Di accent sounded, no longer soft, as if mixed with grit steel.

Li Qingxian looked at Zhou Chunfeng, and the sound of chanting war poems sounded.

"The river is raining and the grass is all together, and the six dynasties are like dreaming birds crying in the air. The most ruthless is Wucheng Liu, and it is still ten miles away! ”

A jade bone wolf pen was suspended in front of Zhou Chunfeng, writing silver words.

The poem was completed, the words disappeared, the green light flashed, and a huge green willow tree rose from the ground on the city wall, about ten zhang high, the crown of the tree was hazy, and the willow sticks thick with arms poked out, like steel arms, stretching out a hundred zhang away.

Dense wicker attacked, or swept down the demon soldiers, or entwined and strangled to death, or pierced into the demon body, or slapped in unison.

The demon clan below the middle grade died with one blow.

A six-colored rainbow flashed across the sky.

The nine-grade war poem is a monochrome white light, and each time a product is promoted, the war poem adds one more color.

Six rainbows and four battle poems.

As soon as the big green willow tree came out, the soldiers of the city cheered loudly.

The demon clan was vulnerable in front of Wu Chengliu, and they were frightened and bypassed Wu Chengliu.

Zhou Chunfeng continued to chant war poems, and three emerald green Wucheng willows stood on the north city wall, like three tree giants, protecting the entire city wall.

Outside the city, the demon clan stopped under the city and hesitated.

"Waste, dare to stop, die!"

The Elephant King White Fang roared violently, raised his nose, and let out a long roar, which shocked the nearby demon soldiers and made them dizzy, and they had to continue attacking.

On the city wall, the soldiers joined forces with Wu Chengliu, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became.

Li Qingxian wrote down the verses of "Wucheng Liu", pondered for a long time, and shook his head gently.

Sure enough, not all poems can be changed, and there are no similar famous poems in my memory.

Let's be honest and be a sorcerer.

Li Qing looked at the three huge demon kings in the distance, and retreated at the tenth level in his heart.

Suddenly, Song Yunjing's high-pitched chanting sound was heard from the east city wall in the distance.

"The wind blows the sky and the yellow clouds ......"

After only one sentence, it was covered by a large number of shouts of killing.

Li Qing looked at the city wall on the east side, and after the poem was completed, he saw the same six-colored rainbow as "Wucheng Willow" flashing.

A white dragon flew in the air, more than ten zhang long, roaring in its mouth, the low-grade demon clan's seven orifices were bleeding, and the middle-grade demon clan's body was shaking, and it was difficult to stand firmly.

The dragon composed of water rushed into the demon clan with its teeth and claws, clawing and biting, occasionally spitting out a large river, and breaking the flesh and bones of the demon clan.

Li Qingxian remembered that Song Yunjing's poem was called Longyin Jushi, from this poem "Roaring Dragon", and Li Gangfeng also recited it to himself.

took out a pen and paper, slowly wrote the whole poem of "Roaring Dragon", and after writing, he shook his head slightly, Lanxing did not have this poem.

That's it, I really don't have the life to copy poems, so let's be an honest magician.

"Hold on to the river!"

The defenders kept shouting the slogans of the river defenders, and their morale was getting higher and higher.

Song Baige's literary spirit bottomed out, and he ran back, holding his battle poems, pondering how to change them.

Li Qingxian glanced at Song Baige's self-created war poem.

"One by one, two by three, four or five, six by seven, eight or nine, flying into the reeds, they are gone."

"Do you think my "Flying Snow Poem" can be changed for the better?" Song Baige asked.

Li Qing said in his heart What kind of broken poetry, Song Baige is really a genius poetry idiot, how shameless people call this poetry?

No rhythm, no rhetoric, no technique, no imagery, no artistic conception, no emotion, no thought, the typical seven no poems, can it also be called poetry?

Just now, Song Baige performed this battle poem, and the snow flakes flew all over the sky, looking good-looking, and it was very lethal to ordinary demon soldiers, but when he encountered a middle-grade demon general, it was like tickling.

Song Baige saw that Li Qingxian didn't reply, shook his head and said: "I forgot, you can only memorize some recipes and poems, and you can't learn the rhythm." ”

"You have a face, it's wartime, and it's hard for me to hit you." Li Qingxian said, and suddenly threw a thunder talisman in front of him.

Rumble!

The thunder rune went straight into the air.

Song Baige was about to laugh, but froze suddenly.

There was a scream from the lightning and thunder, and a half-sized bat demon fell to the ground, its wings trembling and squeaking, its teeth dripping with green venom.

The nearby soldiers were shocked and stabbed with slashes.

Those Wen cultivators were in a cold sweat all over their bodies.

"Thanks!" A Taoist cultivator said loudly.

"What kind of spiritual eye did you open Jiupin?" Song Baige asked.

"See the dragon." Li Qingxian said in a low voice.

Song Baige's eyes widened violently.

"There is no reason, there is no reason...... Song Baige doubted life again.

Zhou Chunfeng's voice came from not far away: "Leisure, you patrol around, the bat demon is handed over to you." ”

Li Qingxian patrolled along the four city walls, and once he saw the bat demon, he quietly approached and killed him with a thunder talisman.

Bat demons were scarce, and after Li Qingxian killed twenty-seven, the rest of the bat demons withdrew one after another.

Zhou Chunfeng and Song Yunjing wandered around the four city walls, performing war poems.

The two poems "Wu Chengliu" and "Roaring Dragon" continue to echo in my ears.

(End of chapter)