The two walked side by side, and the rest of the middle-grade monks surrounded them.

"Zhou Chunfeng, I picked off your ears today!" The Elephant King's White Fang raised his nose and roared.

The Horned King walked forward unhurriedly, and strong winds rippled around it, and the dust on the ground should have rolled up, but it was pressed by its force an inch above the ground, up and down, as if boiling.

The antlers of the Horned King fluttered slightly, and suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky cracked, and a thick starlight passed through the dark clouds and landed on the top of the Horned King's head.

Its body swelled slowly, but in the blink of an eye, it swelled to a height of fifty feet.

A demon is like a city.

It's just that the Horned King's eyes are suspicious.

"Be careful, although the nine-colored rainbow has not formed a war poem, you must also be vigilant." Horn King.

"Maybe it's just the power of Wenbao, it's just protection or other uses, and it can't attack us." Elephant King White Fang.

The Horned King's intense pressure formed a substantial wind that blew from afar to the city walls.

Song Yun, who had an elegant face, was light and light, let the wind blow a little white hair, and threw a dragon pattern green jade paperweight into the air with his left hand, and the black rod silver quill pen in front of him volleyed into the air, and then raised his head and recited the new war poem loudly, and the silver quill pen turned into words in mid-air.

"Huang Yunbei goes to move the wind, and the white waves flow nine streams Kunlun. The big river west comes to break the world, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate! ”

The sound is like a dragon.

The Qingyun paperweight exploded, and a cloud of white light emerged, shooting straight into the sky.

The twenty-eight words written in the air by the silver quill pen merged into a silver light and flew towards the sky.

Song Yunjing was in the wind, hunting in clothes, and his head rose with a golden literary pen, Tianhe ink, vast paper and Cunhai inkstone, and in the next moment, the four phases fused, and three transparent flowers were suspended above his head, and a ball of blue light rushed out behind him, which was intertwined with white and silver light and flew up.

The human race present was all happy, the four phases were fused, the three flowers were overhanged, and Song Yunjing was promoted to the third grade at this time.

The starlight in the sky originally shone on the Horn King, but the invisible force distorted the sky, changed direction, and shone on Song Yunjing instead.

All the people on the city wall are illuminated by the stars.

Li Qingxian found that the Lingtai was moving lightly, and the Thunder Dragon Fire Seal and the four boys were absorbing the light of the Heavenly Star.

In an instant, a nine-colored rainbow shone horizontally in the sky.

The three rays of white, blue, and silver slammed into the nine-colored rainbow.

Rumble......

An earth-shattering sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and suddenly there was a thousand lights in the west.

Everyone squinted, and at the end of the sky in the west, nine identical snow-capped mountains rose from the ground, shining brightly, connecting the heavens and the earth, as if they had lasted forever.

The surface of the snow-capped mountain flashed slightly, the mountain moved and avalanche, and the snow churned, instantly converging into nine white and bright rivers, flying from the end of the sky.

Nine long rivers are changing as they fly.

Flying close in the blink of an eye, the nine white rivers turned into nine white dragons, the scales were shining, the five claws were cold, the long beard was fluttering, the eyes were majestic and mighty, the strong pressure swept by, and the fierce power of the king of the horn king was gone.

"What kind of war poem is this?"

The three demon kings hurriedly retreated, defending with all their might.

Suddenly, dark clouds burst high in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw that above the heads of the three demon kings, two mountain peaks fell together, and the top of the mountain was actually connected, arching out a huge gate.

Longmen Mountain fell suddenly, smashed on the ground, covering a radius of thousands of zhang, and all the demon clans in the north of the city were under it.

Rumble!

Countless demon clans raised their heads to watch the black shadow descend, and before they could shout, they instantly turned into powdered mud.

The three demon kings were in the middle of the huge gate surrounded by two mountains, and the white tusks of the elephant king and the black veins of the snake king seemed to be slapped by the great palm of the gods, sinking into the ground, and their whole bodies cracked together with the surrounding earth.

The top of the Horn King's head was like water, and the white horns were surging wildly, resisting the Longmen Suppression, but the skin and flesh were cracked, and a drop of blood appeared all over his body.

"Little Human, how dare you ......"

Nine thousand-zhang white dragons, looking up to the sky and roaring, flew in an instant, and crashed into the dragon gate, where the three demon kings were.

Rumble!

Kowloon angrily hit Longmen Mountain.

The sky shook, and a blazing white pillar of light shone into the sky, then exploded, and a mushroom cloud bloomed high in the sky, and a violent white ring shockwave swept in all directions.

Everywhere he passed, the righteous qi swept away the evil, the demon blood burned, and the evil demon burned the body.

On the other hand, after the human race was impacted, they only felt that the skin of the whole body was shaken, and then they went deep into the blood, muscles, and bone marrow, and the indescribable comfort spread throughout the body, as if soaking in a hot spring in winter.

Song Baige was surprised and delighted, and muttered to himself: "A product of war poetry, righteousness helps the ......"

The people nearby looked at Song Yunjing's back enviously.

As soon as this vision came out, Song Yunjing was the leader of Shilin and a model of literary cultivation.

"Righteousness helps the world, and the resources of Zai Fu ......" Li Qingxian didn't expect this Song Yunjing to be so good.

Outside Beichen City, where the dragon gate falls, the pitch-black pit is smoking.

There are no bones left of the demon clan.

Suddenly, an indescribable aura of terror rose into the sky, shaking everyone's minds.

"Consume the blood of my Holy Ancestor, I will not avenge this revenge, and I will not be a demon!"

I saw a bloody light rising into the sky, flying to the north, and faintly visible in the blood light, a bloody deer had no horns and no feet.

Everyone looked around, the demon clan in the north was killed by Longmen Town, and the other three-faced demon clan successively encountered the Nine Dragons roaring and righteous qi helping Qiankun, most of them died, and only a few four-grade and five-grade demon clans stumbled and fled, staggering.

Some middle-grade generals jumped out of the city to chase and kill.

"Kill two third-grade demon kings, kill hundreds of thousands of demons, a big victory!" Song Yunjing turned around and announced to everyone.

The crowd was full of blood and shouted in unison: "Wan Sheng!" Wansheng! Wansheng! ”

Song Yunjing walked up to Li Qingxian, clasped his fists with both hands, and said loudly: "Disciple Song Yunjing, meet the poet." ”

After speaking, bend down ninety degrees and bow in public.

"......I can't help it," Li Qingxian stretched out his hand to help, and the surging atmosphere was like a wall blocking the front.

Everyone looked at Li Qingxian, and their hearts swelled with indescribable envy, at a young age, he achieved a poetic master, helped others to become a great Confucian, not to mention anything else, just the connections of the new Confucian Song Yunjing, he benefited immensely.

Song Yunjing got up after worshipping, smiled gently on his elegant face, and said: "Change the poem into a product, help me become a great Confucian, you can afford this worship." ”

Li Qingxian said: "Uncle Song is too polite, if there is such a thing in the future, you don't have to move, just arrange Brother Song to bow three times and bow nine times." ”

The crowd laughed.

"You have to help me change the poem into a product, and I will kowtow to you every day!" Song Baige didn't care about the Tao.

"Just your broken poem, are you embarrassed to mention it?" Li Qing said leisurely.

"Everyone else praises my poems for being good, Uncle Zhou, you judge them." Song Baige was anxious.

Zhou Chunfeng smiled and said: "Song Baige's poems, Li Qingxian's words, are all together. ”

Everyone's eyes fell on Li Qingxian's poem page, and they couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Zhou......" Song Baige looked complaining.

Song Yunjing took away the poem written by Li Qingxian with both hands, and said: "I will keep this poem as an heirloom." The word is a little worse, but the momentum is not bad. ”

Song Baige looked at Li Qingxian suspiciously, and asked, "Are those words before you wrote the poem true?" ”

"What did he say?" Zhou Chunfeng asked.

Li Qingxian said seriously: "It's true." I was ......"

Li Qingxian recounted the whole process.

Zhou Hate listened, dumbfounded, and thought about it.

Zhou Chunfeng was stunned for a moment, with a smile in his eyebrows.

Most of the people looked at each other and praised the emperor.

Song Baige opened his mouth and didn't dare to speak.

Destiny Hunter, as before, is updated daily at 5:20 p.m.

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