The Green Fox King, who was suspended in mid-air, had an extremely ugly face.

What does King Ming want to do?

Ready to fight the battle?

Between the thoughts of the Green Fox King, his hands turned into green flames, and the flames rose like rain falling from the sky, and the surrounding snowflakes turned into curling water vapor and rose upward.

It was only when the flames touched the city wall that countless armored heroes raised their spears again, and the spears formed a line of defense, blocking all the flames three inches from the tip of the spear.

After this blow, the brilliant golden light on the Heroic Spirit's body also dimmed a little.

Then, the rolling stone-throwing was thrown at the city wall by the demon who stood at the forefront.

Countless longitudinal ladders were erected and erected on the city wall, and the dense demons and barbarians, like insects going forward and one after another, climbed up little by little.

A red vine was wrapped around Song Lanyi's wrist, and the vine extended outward, like an inconspicuous blood line on the city wall.

However, it was such a vine, and after absorbing tons of demonic blood, thin golden threads grew faintly on the branches.

Song Lanyi's expression was a little strange at this time.

Because she could feel that while the little sprout was absorbing blood, it was also rapidly becoming stronger.

When Xiao Ya reached saturation itself, it fed back the power in its blood to Song Lanyi's own body.

In other words, her physical fitness is now strengthening at an incredible rate.

Whether it's in terms of strength, agility, or insight, it's rapidly rising.

Fortunately, this kind of elevation is not limitless, and when it reaches a certain critical point, it gradually stops, and turns to serve as the foundation of the body, waiting for a breakthrough in the future, and then transforming into strength.

It can be said that Song Lanyi's strength at this time is much higher than that of the ninth grade, and it can be compared to the average eighth grade, but if it is against the pride of the sky in the same realm, if he does not use other means, it is still too reluctant.

Song Lanyi looked at the strong bow in his hand, decisively threw it aside, and picked up a big hammer from the other side.

She took advantage of everyone's lack of attention, walked to the cloud ladder, and when a demon with beast ears and human body emerged from the city wall, she was quick and precise in her hand, and smashed a blow on the head of the demon barbarian.

"Bang!"

With one successful blow, the demonic head exploded from the inside like a shattered watermelon, and the red and white brains flowed to the ground.

Gongsun Ji subconsciously turned his head, and then ...... He looked at the big hammer in Song Lanyi's hand, and then at her way of lifting the hammer with one hand, and a question mark slowly appeared.

Your sister's!

What kind of cultivation are you?

Come on! You're just a pharmacist!

Song Lanyi didn't care about Gongsun Ji's strange eyes, but threw herself into the sea of whack-a-mole.

Although this whack-a-mole...... Slightly bloody.

At this moment, above the city wall, there was suddenly a group of black-pressed eagle falcons, the eagle falcon's eyes were like hooks, and a long cry resounded through the sky.

At the moment when this shrill cry sounded, many soldiers on the city wall immediately swayed, and their cheeks were pale and bloodless.

There were even a few soldiers who could not resist this kind of chirping, and in a trance, they even stumbled and fell under the city wall.

Gongsun Ji came back to his senses from the shaking spirit, and when he saw this scene, he was instantly furious, "Beast, so daring!" ”

He spat out a Dan heart, and the Dan heart was red, and in an instant, the Dao heart turned into a five-color feather fan.

He estimated the distance between himself and the falcon, frowning slightly in his heart, but after all, he only sighed in his heart.

Before the third grade, you can't step into the air.

At least...... Confucianism and Taoism are like this.

This is also the shackle that these people regret the most.

If you can walk in the air under the three products, where can you allow the miscellaneous beasts in the sky to make trouble?

In a hurry, Gongsun Ji was just about to make a move, but when Song Lanyi whispered a few words in his ear, there was a glint in his eyes.

It's just that the time is tight at this moment, he doesn't care about saying anything, with a wave of the feather fan, he slowly inhales a breath in his abdomen, and there seems to be a lot of pride rising in his chest:

"Thousands of threads will never change, let him gather and divide as he goes. Shaohua Xiu's laughter has no roots. ”

"With the strength of the good wind, send me to the clouds."

The sentence "With the strength of the good wind, send me to the clouds" is exactly what Song Lanyi whispered.

I saw that on the city wall, a strong wind blew out of thin air.

Gongsun Ji rode the wind, his beard fluttering, wearing a scarf and holding a feather fan, like an immortal under the moon.

He raised his hand, and the feather fan blew and shouted, "The wind is coming!" ”

Then, again, "Help the fire!" ”

A flame the size of a bean lamp rose in the wind at the moment, and in a very short distance, the wind and the flames attached to their feathers before the falcons dispersed.

Seeing this, Gongsun Ji only felt unprecedented joy in his heart.

How many times?

How many times, because they are confined to the realm of less than three grades, they can't fly in the air, so for the demon barbarism of this bird, they can often only attack with bows and arrows and even magic poems.

However, after a certain distance of these things, the power of these things will be weakened.

Moreover, after the demon has a distance buffer, with his own speed, he can easily dodge these attacks.

But, after today, everything is different.

The song "Good wind with strength, send me to the clouds" is enough to change the current status quo.

In fact, it is not that similar poems have been written at present, but these poems are either too rare or too obscure, in short, they are not good.

If the poem is not good, it means that the talent attached to the poem is not much, and the vision that is transformed into it is not strong.

But with Gongsun Ji's experience, although Song Lanyi's poem is not transmitted to the world, it is appropriate to go out of the county.

Even after being recited by people all over the world, it may rise to the realm of "Dafu".

Thinking about it this way, Gongsun Ji was in a better mood.

He slowly landed on the city wall, squinting at the flock of eagles and falcons being burned into a burning cloud, and the demon barbarian army in the distance did not dare to act rashly, and even the speed of the siege gradually slowed down.

He smiled and patted Song Lanyi's shoulder, "Miss Song, the future is promising." ”

Song Lanyi's mind turned, and his mouth came out bald, "The future is promising, and life is worth it." Take dreams as horses and live up to your time? ”

Gongsun Ji was stunned, a little hesitant, and whispered tentatively, "Is this a secret language?" ”

This time it was Song Lanyi's turn to be speechless, and she also whispered, "Or...... Do you try? ”

Gongsun Ji was stunned for a moment, and then angrily rewarded Song Lanyi with a burst of chestnuts, "This joke is so cold." ”

Why is this man still beating people?

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

The little woman took revenge, and it was too late that day.

Song Lanyi looked smiling, "Sir, I remember you once said that emptying the prince's treasury will also be ......."

"Shhh Gongsun Ji looked nervous, "Little Song girl, be careful that the wall has ears." ”

Song Lanyi's heart was smooth.

Gongsun Ji also took advantage of the time to react, Song Lanyi was pretending to be a fox.

For a moment, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

He looked at the demon barbarian who was gradually withdrawing his troops, and suddenly remembered something, and was a little puzzled, "Little Song girl, I have a doubt, why are the poems you mentioned more than half?" is like the sentence 'If you are willing to cut your body, dare to pull the general off the horse.' 'And this ...... today'

Song Lanyi tilted his head and just smiled, "Sir, do you know, what my Dao heart is?" ”

Gongsun Ji frowned puzzled.

Why did you mention this all of a sudden?

Song Lanyi turned his head and looked at the front of the wind and snow, his eyes reminiscing, "My Dao heart is a dream......"

This dream is not a dream of the dream space.

It's like a dream bubble...... The past.

and buried underground...... Up and down 5,000 years of poetry and wine.