"Then wait for a moment. I will kill you after I deal with this university scholar!" After saying this, Hu Ding strode towards Fang Yun.
It took a step forward, spanning more than ten feet.
Hu Ding approached Fang Yun quickly. The blood and energy fist in his right hand was like black magma, distorting the surrounding air, as if it had the power to destroy someone.
Fang Yun lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. Then, another great scholar's writing brush emerged from the air, controlled by the power of the divine pen, dipped in the ink of the inkstone, and suspended in the air.
"Thank you, Barbarian King Hu Ding, for helping me fulfill my wish to travel to the north." Fang Yun said, writing with the pen in his hand, writing with divine inspiration, and at the same time, speaking fluently.
With his genius and the ability to multitask, Fang Yun wrote three poems at the same time, all about the same war poem.
There is snow on the Tianshan Mountains in May, no flowers, only cold.
I heard the sound of willows being cut in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.
Fight in the morning to the sound of golden drums, sleep at night hugging the jade saddle.
I wish to draw the sword at my waist and kill Lou Lan!
The voice of Fang Yun reciting the poem echoed in the sky. The university scholar was reciting the words of heaven, and the imagery of the entire poem seemed to appear in front of everyone. Even in May, there was no spring color and flowers in Tianshan Mountain, only cold ice and snow. Only when one heard the flute playing the song "Breaking Willows" did one know that it was spring.
Those warriors in Tianshan fought against the barbarians. They fought with the sounds of gongs and drums during the day and slept with their saddles at night, ready to fight at any time. Seeing this scene, the poet was excited and was willing to take out his weapons and destroy the ancient city of Loulan occupied by the barbarians with one sword!
When the poem was finished, the precious light of the original work and the first book suddenly appeared, and the pages of the poem burned, turning into a sword with a snow-white jade handle. The tip of the sword pointed downward, suspended in the air, emitting a sharp cold light.
A stroke of genius and eloquent speech also form a sword.
Three long swords of ice and snow were suspended in front of Fang Yun.
Everyone saw that the ground with Fang Yun as the center began to freeze. The cold air spread in all directions, and the ground continued to freeze, making crackling sounds.
Many scholars were convinced. They did not expect that Fang Yun, just after becoming a Grand Secretary, could write a war poem.
Hu Ding laughed and said, "These are just three swords, they look good but are useless. I am here to see how you can kill them!"
Fang Yun looked at Hu Ding calmly, and gently reached out to grasp the first Snow-Cutting Sword. At the same time, a soldier from the Wanminwentai suddenly jumped out and pounced on Fang Yun, turning into a transparent man of light, just wrapping Fang Yun inside.
Fang Yun and the soldier Guangren held the Snow-Cutting Sword at the same time.
No one heard the sound, but in everyone's heart there was a cry that seemed to tear the soul apart. In this cry there was anger, confusion, hesitation, and even timidity, but the cry formed when all these emotions merged together was one of unyielding courage!
Fang Yun and the soldier Guangren placed the Zhanxue Sword on the left side of their bodies, as if the sword was hanging at their waists, with the tip of the sword digging into the ground.
Fang Yun took a step forward with his right foot and swung his sword upwards. With a "swish" sound, the sword blade cut through the ground, leaving a thin sword mark with a streak of sparks.
The two sides were one mile apart. Normally, a university scholar's war poem could definitely attack at that distance, but Fang Yun was only holding a three-foot-long sword, which did not seem capable of hurting anyone a mile away. All the scholars held their breath, not wanting to see a useless attack.
A look of contempt appeared on Hu Ding's face. The distance between them was so far and this man was swinging his sword upwards, there was no way he could hurt the dignified Silver Tent King.
But the next moment, Hu Ding's expression suddenly changed drastically.
The sword was only three feet long, but as it was thrust forward from back to front, the tip of the sword never appeared above the ground.
Everyone saw that a very long crack suddenly appeared on the ground between Fang Yun and Hu Ding.
Then, an enormous snow-cutting sword revealed its true form and rose from the ground, causing sand and dust to splash to both sides.
The Snow-Cutting Sword has grown bigger!
Hu Ding suddenly bent down and punched the crack under his feet, because the huge snow-cutting sword blade was rising rapidly from the crack.
boom!
Everyone saw that under the shining light of Wenqu Star, a giant snow-cutting sword over a mile long was held by Fang Yun. The sword was crystal clear, like ice and jade, and it hit Hu Ding's right fist, and then knocked Hu Ding into the sky.
The moment the long sword reached the sky, the sword body exploded and turned into heavy snow falling all over the sky, and the strong chill spread within ten miles.
Hu Ding in mid-air spat out a mouthful of blood, and the powerful blood and qi fist in his right hand had been cut and dissipated. His right fist was numb, but in just a moment, new blood and qi wrapped around his right hand to form a blood and qi armor, and evil flames surged out and attached to the outside of the blood and qi armor.
The barbarians in the distance breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Hu Ding was the Silver Tent Barbarian King, one level higher than Fang Yun. The blood and qi fist formed by his full strength was very powerful and could definitely block the war poem of any university scholar.
The human scholars' eyes widened, especially Lumen Hou, Wei Changxian and other members of the Lumen Army. They had not expected that Fang Yun could break Hu Ding's full-strength attack with just a war poem. That fist of qi and blood was definitely second only to the Barbarian King's strongest Saint Image attack.
Hu Ding also breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw from the corner of his eye that the soldier who was wrapping Fang Yun disappeared, and another knight jumped down from the Wanmin Wentai and turned into a man of light to cover Fang Yun.
Anyone who saw the knight's light figure, no matter where they were, felt a sense of crisis of death in their hearts. They felt that when the knight was angry, even if he was facing the Lord of All Worlds, he would have blood splattered within five steps, and he had the determination to kill the enemy. He was not afraid of life or death, but only of righteousness.
Fang Yun and the knight still held the sword at the same time and placed it at their left sides, but this time they did not thrust the sword forward. Instead, they swung the sword upward. When the tip of the sword was pointing directly upward, they raised the sword like a mountain and slashed fiercely at the tiger cauldron a mile away.
This time the sword did not penetrate deep into the ground. Everyone saw that in the process of slashing down from the air, the Snow-Cutting Sword instantly expanded hundreds of times, as if it was made of crystal. With a bright light, it slashed towards the Tiger Cauldron that had just been knocked away and was falling.
The other five barbarian kings did not fight with Fang Yun, but the moment they saw the Zhanxue Sword slashing down, they subconsciously retreated.
As for the tiger tripod facing the opponent, its instinct told it that it would die if hit by this sword, so it roared angrily and the shadow of the tiger tribe's barbarian saint appeared behind it.
Strike of the Holy Image!
"Ah..."
Hu Ding roared and raised his right fist high. Then he saw the shadow of the Barbarian Saint behind him also raised his right fist, and the two of them attacked together against the Zhanxue Sword.
The giant snow-cutting sword flashed and fell like lightning, hitting Hu Ding's right fist.
boom!
The air exploded, and endless light erupted, like a rain of stars, brilliant and dazzling.
Everyone heard a scream and saw the tiger cauldron falling down, and its right arm exploded into pieces of flesh and blood, dyeing the snow in the sky red.
The blood, armor and evil flames around Tiger Cauldron all disappeared, and its entire body was covered with crystal ice, making its body extremely slow.
"This is a rare dual-phase battle poem. It has the sharpness of a sword and the freezing of ice. There is no distinction between the two in terms of priority. Both are equally powerful. Dragon Elephant deliberately did not trigger it before, and waited until Tiger Cauldron was injured and its blood and evil spirits were depleted, and then suddenly triggered it." Zhang Qingfeng said happily.
Hu Ding continued to fall downwards, with a hint of panic in his eyes, because his body was almost frozen and even landing steadily became a problem, and he was facing even greater threats.
Fang Yun also has a third Snow-Cutting Sword.
.(To be continued.)