"Okay! I'll start counting, one, two, three!" Fang Yun said, and slowed down a bit. The Barbarian King Hu Mu and Lang Dan also slowed down. Soon, both sides stopped three miles apart.
Fang Yun stood on Pingbu Qingyun, hovering in the air, and said: "Hand over Lumen Hou, and you two barbarian kings tie your arms and lead the human army to Lianshan Pass to surrender the city, and I can leave you with a whole body."
Hu Mu and Lang Shan were stunned. They didn't expect Fang Yun to put forward such harsh conditions.
Lu Menhou raised his head, looked at Fang Yun three miles away, and suddenly smiled sadly.
Hu Mu immediately asked, "Marquis Lumen, what are you laughing at? Did you find something wrong with Zhang Longxiang's words? Tell me now, or I will kill you!"
Just as Lu Menhou was about to speak, he noticed that Fang Yun was smiling. He was startled and shut his mouth tightly.
Hu Mu thought about it for a while and suddenly realized that no matter what Fang Yun's intention was, once Lu Menhou told it out, it would be no different from treason, and Lu Menhou's entire family might be exterminated.
Hu Mu secretly sent a message: "Speak in secret. If what you say is good, I can let you go."
Marquis Lumen's expression darkened, and he looked at Fang Yun and said loudly: "Marquis Zhujiang, the past right and wrong is like the melting snow in winter. The fault lies not in the warm sun, nor in the spring breeze. I am about to die, and I hope Marquis Zhujiang will show some mercy and not kill all of my family for the sake of our brotherhood."
Fang Yun replied calmly: "When you were in charge of the army, I was in the car; when I took action, you were already captured. You and I have never slept and eaten together, never fought together, never advanced and retreated together, how can we be comrades?"
Pao is the outer garment and Ze is the inner garment. Because of the phrases "sharing the same robe with you" and "sharing the same Ze with you" in the Book of Songs, it refers to comrades in the army.
Marquis Lumen opened his mouth slightly, looking at the high-spirited Marquis Zhujiang in the distance, with a deep sense of melancholy, and lowered his head helplessly.
"Old man, it seems I have taken the wrong path..." Lu Menhou murmured, and finally fell silent.
Hu Mu showed a look of sudden realization and said angrily, "Marquis Zhujiang, it turns out that you don't want to save Marquis Lumen at all! You idiot, do you know how much resistance you will encounter in the Kingdom of Chu after Marquis Lumen's death? Do you know how the King of Chu will deal with you?"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "I have the Pearl City in my hands and 300,000 troops in my hands. What can the King of Chu do to me? The King of Chu will at most find other barbarian kings to target me. However, other barbarian kings may not be like you. Believe in the King of Chu. Hu Mu, don't think that you have mastered the strategies of the human race. You are the fool!"
Hu Mu was stunned. He didn't expect that Fang Yun could guess the key.
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he opened his mouth slightly, and his superb literary mind and eloquence were activated, allowing him to recite a war poem in one breath. The poem he recited was "Song of the Precious Sword" by Jinshi Cangfeng.
The hermit rests his sword on his pillow, and the sound is heard in the night.
People say that the sword turns into a dragon, and I am afraid there will be wind and thunder...
When Fang Yun opened his mouth, Hu Mu couldn't tell whether Fang Yun was speaking or reciting a war poem, but at the moment when he finished speaking, his vital energy surged, and a big man holding a hammer appeared behind Fang Yun.
Cang Feng's poem "Song of the Sword" officially broke through, advancing from the second realm to the third realm of Summoning the Saint, summoning the phantom of the Void Saint Ou Yezi!
A series of peerless famous swords of the human race, including Zhanlu, Juque, Shengxie, Yuchang, Chunjun, Longquan, Tai'a and Gongbu, were all forged by Ou Yezi!
Ou Yezi was not familiar with mechanics, but because the weapons he forged were unparalleled in the world, he was revered as one of the virtual saints by engineers.
Fox Mu's face changed color.
At the moment when the eloquent speech was completed, a great scholar's writing pen was controlled by the power of the divine pen, and with the help of the ink girl's ink, it wrote in the air without paper.
Hu Mu didn't care what the other pen wrote, because by the time that pen finished writing the war poem, it would take several breaths, and he would have already escaped far away.
Just as Fox Mu was about to turn around and run away, he saw a scene that made his hair stand on end!
The great scholar's pen in the air did not write anything in the air, but waved it casually in the air, as if it only wrote the word "one", which formed a war poem and aroused the vitality of heaven and earth.
The sword-calling poem "Dragon Sword Poem".
The sword is like two dragons, and the snowflakes are shining on the lotus.
The brilliant light shone through the heaven and earth, and the thunder was soaring that it could not be stopped...
After the top-grade writer is promoted to the saint grade by writing quickly, he forms the power of the saint-grade literary mind and completes it in one stroke!
The top-grade person can finish a poem in one breath with his eloquence, while the saint-grade person can finish a poem in one moment with his quick pen in just one step. Both can finish a poem at the same time, one is hiding the edge in the third realm, and the other is summoning the sword in the second realm.
Fang Yun opened his mouth slightly, and two real dragon ancient swords, one main and one replica, flew out, like a whale splitting the seas and an eagle striking the sky, emitting a strong murderous intent, judging the world!
The two rooms sped forward, faster and faster, five chimes, six chimes, seven chimes!
The seven rings do not mean that the power of the True Dragon Ancient Sword surpasses all the great scholars, but it does mean that its speed is on par with the new great scholars!
The imitation sword formed by the sword-summoning poem of the second realm originally only had the power of the Hanlin tongue sword. Originally, it had to wait until the sword-summoning poem reached the third realm before the imitation sword could have the power of the Grand Secretary tongue sword. However, under the influence of the great scholar Wen Baobi and the third realm hidden edge poem, the power of the imitation sword was also stimulated to the level of a newly promoted Grand Secretary!
The True Dragon Ancient Sword itself was originally at the level of a scholar of the Gewu realm, and now with the blessing of various powers, it has been raised to the level of a scholar of the Zhizhi realm.
After the two ancient true dragon swords reached the seventh level, the sword bodies shook, and a dragon roar suddenly rang out, piercing through the clouds and splitting the rocks!
"Ah..."
The ancient sword turns into a dragon!
Then I saw two golden dragons, each twenty meters long, flying in the sky, as if holding the sun, emitting brilliant golden light, and dominating the world!
The instant the poem was turned into a poem made Hu Mu's whole body go cold. Seeing the two tongue swords transform into dragons at the same time, Hu Mu felt desperate and turned around to run away with difficulty. From the corner of his eye he saw Lang Dan, who was so frightened that his whole body hair stood up, and he still hadn't turned around.
"Run!" Hu Mu shouted and ran as fast as he could.
Lang Dan then realized that he was actually frightened by Fang Yun, so he turned around and ran away.
One step, two steps...
Before Langdan could take the third step, a giant dragon formed by a sword flew over Langdan, opened its mouth wide, and bit him.
Snap…
Langdan's legs and waist continued to run forward, and after a few steps he fell to the ground at an angle, while his upper body was in the golden dragon's mouth. As the golden dragon chewed it quickly, it turned into meat paste and bone residue, splattering everywhere and covering the grassland.
"I surrender..." Hu Mu shouted while running, and then suddenly threw Lu Menhou towards the golden dragon that was transformed from the ancient sword.
The moment his body left Hu Mu, Lu Menhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Without the Barbarian King's blood and energy blocking him, he could immediately connect to Wen Palace. As long as he survived, he would have a chance. He could push the fault of this battle onto others, or even claim the credit for this battle for himself...
Before Lu Menhou could finish his thought, the huge golden dragon flew in front of him and treated him as a hidden weapon, and slapped him with its dragon claws.
In front of a real dragon at the Dragon King level, the body of the Grand Secretary is no different from a piece of paper.
puff…
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
The death of Lu Menhou did not cause any trouble to either Fang Yun or Hu Mu, and it did not even slow down the sword-turning dragon.
Qi Ming's sword transformed into a real dragon was far faster than any barbarian king, but Hu Mu suddenly activated the power of the holy appearance, awakening the deepest power in his blood, and ran at full speed at the cost of his life.
"As long as I escape from the range of his ancient sword, I can survive! I will definitely survive!"
call…
The real dragon opened its mouth wide, and dragon fire that could melt stars spewed out from the air like a waterfall.
.(To be continued.)