In anticipation, Fang Yi made today's fourth battle poem.

"This poem is called "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought".

This is a battle song.

Everyone looked at Fang Yi with anticipation.

"The scenery is different in autumn, and the geese in Hengyang don't pay attention. Voices rang out on all sides. In the thousands of mountains, the long smoke and sunset are closed in a lonely city. ”

Fang Yiman's voice was soft, just a few words, and the scenery of the north was vividly depicted.

The scenery of the north, different from the great separation, the autumn wind is bleak, the geese fly south, the drums and horns around are connected, and the lonely city is closed under the long smoke and sunset.

"Fang Yi's son, it is really shocking, just a few strokes, and the scenery of the north is outlined, not more than a word, not less than a point, with just the right word, let people know the scene." Some of the great Confucians spoke in admiration.

"Fang Yi was born in the Northland, and he grew up there all the year round, you see, most of the poems he wrote are poems about life in the Northland, which shows that this son has been a poet since he was a child, but we didn't find it." According to Fang Yi's background, a great Confucian analyzed Fang Yi's lyrics.

The other great Confucians are all jaws, that's right, Fang Yi was born in the north, grew up there, and the poems he naturally made contain the bitterness of the north and the cold of the north.

Fang Yi was not affected in any way, but continued to speak.

"A glass of turbid wine is thousands of miles away, and Yan Ran has no plan to return."

"Qiang Guan is full of frost. People are sleepless, and the general's white hair is in tears. ”

The upper que writes the scene, the lower que is lyrical, and Fang Yi's writing is more moving.

From the cloudy wine, to the general's white hair, the soldier's tears, and the great sons of the Northland, why isn't this the case?

They longed for a victorious return, but they were stuck in the mire of the Northlands, unable to extricate themselves.

This film is love-loving, which can be described as tear-jerking, tragic and desolate!

The Confucians continued to praise and analyze this battle word.

To be honest, this battle word is at least the fifth realm.

Of course, the most excited person at this time is Zao Wou.

After Fang Yi finished writing this poem, Zao Wou-Ki stood in place in a daze.

He didn't keep shooting, but closed his eyes.

He saw himself in this battle song.

Fang Yi's words, see yourself.

The state of mind of him Zao Wou-Ki and the general can be said to be the same at this time, Zao Wou-Ki has fought with demons in this life, fighting the heavens and the earth, and has never surrendered.

With the body of the seventh grade, he killed the eighth-rank demon, although he was seriously injured and his life was short, but Zao Wou-Ki never regretted it.

He only hates himself, has the heart to kill the thief, and has no power to return to heaven.

If he is an eight-rank Confucian, he will definitely kill all the cubs of the demon clan and return the human race to a bright future.

"The general's white hair is in tears." Zao Wou-Ki chanted in a low voice, tears rolling down: "This, isn't it written by me Zao Wou-ki?" ”

In an instant, the aura around Zao Wou-Ki's body began to rise and change, and what was even more terrifying was the change in Zao Wou-Ki's face.

In an instant, wrinkles began to appear on Zao Wou-Ki's face, and his brows tightened.

His body began to slump, like an old man about to enter the earth.

He had white hair, and his green hair turned into snow in an instant.

Everyone looked at Zao Wou-ki's changes in disbelief, not knowing what was happening.

However, only Song Zhiwen sighed at this time: "Congratulations to Brother Wuji, the eighth product is imminent." ”

Song Zhiwen stopped his hand, he glanced at Fang Yi with complicated eyes, and there was both admiration and resentment in his eyes, and he was rewarded because Fang Yi really had a "shocking" poetic talent.

composed four battle poems in a row, Fang Yi is already unprecedented, and it is difficult to have someone to come later.

No one can break the record left by Fang Yi.

But such a genius wanted to oppose Song Zhi's question, which made Song Daru very uncomfortable.

The realm of other great Confucians is too low, but Song Zhiwen knows that Zao Wou-Ki has stepped into the real threshold of the eight grades, and he has already stepped in with both feet, Zao Wou-ki, the eight grades are in sight, and they are within reach.

Although the other Great Confucians didn't know why Zao Wou-Ki had suddenly undergone such a huge change, they could feel that the battle intent on Zao Wou-Ki's body was much stronger than before.

This was not enough, they even sensed that the strength on Zhao Wuji's body at this time was almost not much different from the power fluctuation on Song Zhiwen's Great Confucian just now.

Does this actually mean that Zao Wou-Ki has entered the eighth grade?

After a long time, Zao Wou-Ki opened his eyes, and a glint shot out of his eyes.

Hearing only the sound of "boom", that power instantly pierced the seal here, and Song Daru blocked the entire battlefield with his own strength, but it was broken at this time.

Zao Wou-ki's white hair instantly turned green again, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but his body turned back into his previous burly and strong.

He looked at Song Zhi and asked: "Song Zhi's question, it's still a little worse, and I still need to use you as a touchstone!" ”

"As you wish." Song Zhiwen nodded, and he took off the ring on the ring finger of his right hand.

It's just that before taking it off, Song Zhiwen looked at Zao Wou-Ki.

"This time, if you stop and go back to comprehend for a few years, you will enter the eight grades, but if you continue to fight with me, if you hurt the foundation, you will really be hopeless in this life." Song Zhi asked with some regret: "Are you sure you want to continue to fight me??" ”

"Fang Yi has an amazing poetic talent, and the deity is also convinced, but can Fang Yi still make more powerful war poems??" Song Zhiwen shook his head, "Fang Yi may also be able to make war poems, but from "From the Army", "Pavilion Night", "Ancient Meaning", and "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought", it seems that one is stronger than the other, and when it comes to "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought", it has reached its peak, and it just so happens that "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought" makes you understand the opportunity to break the road. ”

"Can Fang Yi really make more powerful battle poems?" Song Zhiwen sneered: "Can Fang Yi still make a battle poem that just allows you to have an epiphany and break the Dao?" ”

"Song Zhi asked, you are talking nonsense, there are too many!" Zao Wou-Ki roared: "Today, you and I will fight to the death!" ”

The aura on Zao Wou-ki's body was furious and terrifying, and a sword swung out again, slashing towards Song Zhiwen.

Song Zhiwen took off the ring on the ring finger of his right hand without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll let you see today what kind of power the heyday of the eight-rank great Confucian has!" After Song Zhiwen took off the ring on his ring finger, the aura around his body was once again strong to the extreme, his figure disappeared in an instant, and the whole person turned into the talent of this place, imprisoning this world again.

Manifesting the heavens and the earth, I am shadowless and invisible.

"Kill!!" Zhao Wouji continued to shout and kill, but the sword qi was swirling, but he couldn't break through this party's confinement.

However, what makes people even more desperate is that the confinement of this heaven and earth is gradually beginning to compress.

The coercion around is overwhelming.

Fang Yi was panting and sweating profusely.

"Song Daru is going to do his best......" a Daru sighed and spoke.

In their heyday, they had never seen the Eight Rank Confucians, and they didn't know how powerful such an existence would be.

This time, they saw it.

Soon, Fang Yi felt that he was about to run out of breath.

Zhao Wuji turned to look at Fang Yi and asked again: "Fang Yi Xiaoyou, do you still have war poems?" ”

Fang Yi struggled to speak: "Yes! ”

The Confucians were no longer shocked.

Because I've been shocked, I've been shocked too many times.

They had known that Fang Yi would say this answer, this answer, but it was really not strange at all.

They weren't shocked, but they were looking forward to it.

"Haha." Zhao Wou-Ki turned into a sword, stabbed the surrounding blockade violently, and said with a smile: "And ask Fang Yi Xiaoyou to give poetry!" ”

The power of this sword greatly slowed down the speed of the surrounding seals blocking the heavens and the earth, allowing Fang Yi to breathe.

"This poem is called "Bai Xue Ge Sends Zhao Daru to Break the Road"!" Fang Yi glanced at the blockade of heaven and earth at this time, and said with a smile: "Song Daru questioned whether our Yi could make a war poem? ”

"Today, Fang Yi will make another song, please Song Daru take a look!"

"Haha, hahaha." Zao Wou-Ki couldn't stop laughing: "Song Zhi asked, and listen to Fang Yi Xiaoyou, how he slapped you in the face!" ”

Other great Confucians also came to the spirit in an instant.

The name of this poem is very strong, and he wants to send Zhao Daru and help him break the way??

But how can it be so easy to break the road?

Fang Yi ignored everyone's discussions, but opened his mouth to recite the next battle poem.

"The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August."

"It's another Northland war poem!!" After listening to the first line of the poem, the other great Confucians judged it.

"Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom."

"Wonderful." After hearing this, many great Confucians were brightened in front of them, and the vast snow in the north fell on the treetops, as if the spring came overnight and blew away the white pear blossoms of thousands of trees.

"The Pen of Heaven and Man!!" Some of the great Confucians sighed in surprise.

Fang Yi's brain is indeed very comparable, how did he get such a heavenly pen?

"Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade is thin."

This sentence was made, but it suddenly pulled people back, it was the cold snow of the northland, not thousands of pear blossoms.

"The general's horns and bows are not controlled, and it is difficult to protect the iron clothes."

"The sea is dry and icy, and the clouds are bleak and bleak."

"The Chinese army returned with wine and drinks, Huqin, pipa and Qiang flute."

"The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind is blowing and the red flag is not overturned."

These eight poems were made, and everyone felt the cold in the scene, and these eight que, with the previous sentence, wrote the bitter cold of the north into three points, which can be described as immersive.

None of these poems says "cold", but you can feel the cold in every word.

This is the strength of the pen to be able to write such a poem.

"Luntai East Gate sent you to go, and when you go, the snow is full of Tianshan Road."

"The mountain loop can't turn around, and there is a place for horses to travel in the snow."

Fang Yi was full of enthusiasm and wrote the last four lines of poetry.

In the middle of the day, the aura on Zao Wou-Ki's body became even more violent.

He turned around and looked at Fang Yi at this time, and between his eyebrows, there was a softness.

If you say that those battle poems just now gave birth to the battle intent and killing intent on Zhao Wouji's body, helping him reach the peak of his combat power in one fell swoop, and have the combat power to impact the eighth grade.

Then, this war poem has a bit of the taste of spring breeze and rain, and there is a transcendent temperament, this poem describes the bitter cold of the north, but it is magnificent and magnificent, full of romantic imagination.

The final farewell sentence looks like an ordinary farewell poem, but when placed here, it has a strange temperament.

Fang Yi is not saying goodbye, but singing, thanking, he is thanking Zao Wou-Ki for his dedication and help.

He thanked Zao Wou-Ki for his efforts with the magnificent scenery and interesting scenes of the Northland.

Zao Wou-Ki willingly stood up for Fang Yi, and so did Fang Yi. Compared with others, between Zao Wou-Ki and Fang Yi, it is more pure.

Both of them are just pursuing a "fairness".

"This is a battle poem of the Fifth Realm!!" A big Confucian spoke.

"I originally thought that "Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thought" was the pinnacle, but I didn't expect that until this one came out, I felt that Fang Yi's battle poems were better than the first, and one was more powerful than the other!" There are great Confucians who are also breathtaking.

"This poem is majestic and lofty, especially the famous sentence of 'suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms' will become a famous sentence that has been recited through the ages." There is a great Confucian who analyzes and speaks.

Zhao Wouji smiled slightly, the original violent killing intent, the cold battle intent, at this time, all disappeared.

At the same time, the aura on his body is also undergoing tremendous changes.

If Zao Wou-Ki was a hedgehog before, he was covered with thorns and sharp edges, so he had the title of a madman.

So the current Zao Wou-Ki is the spring breeze and rain, and the light of the three springs.

A warm power erupted around him, and beneath that power surged even more terrifying.

"I underestimated you, Fang Yi." Song Zhiwen's voice suddenly sounded at this time: "Wuji Confucian, congratulations on finally making up for the last shortcoming, taking you to stabilize your state of mind, and officially entering the hall and becoming an eight-rank Confucian!" ”

Some people died, but not completely......