Amid the ridicule of the demon kings, Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote the second poem, also on a holy page, also infused with a drop of holy blood.
"Saint Fangxu really thinks highly of us. If all the poems given to us require holy pages and holy blood, then even if we lose, it won't be a loss."
"I want to see how he alone can stop me from waiting for eleven others!"
Half of the demon kings were genuinely laughing at Fang Yun, while the other half were staring at Fang Yun cautiously while laughing.
"I was surprised at the coldness of my quilt and pillow, and then I saw that it was bright outside. I knew the snow was heavy in the deep night, and I heard the sound of bamboo breaking from time to time."
Hu Li stared at Fang Yun blankly, not understanding Fang Yun's intention at all. This poem was also not a war poem, and it did not have any strong offensive power. It was just describing a very common thing in winter: the weather was so cold that people woke up from the cold, and when they looked outside, they could actually hear the sound of heavy snow breaking the bamboo branches, and then they realized that it had snowed heavily at night.
Hu Li admitted that this poem was very well written, especially the last sentence "Sometimes I heard the sound of bamboo breaking", which was the highlight of the whole poem. It described how heavy the snow was yesterday from an extremely rare perspective. Combined with the heavy snow, it seemed as if everything was happening right before his eyes.
However, Hu Li could not understand why Fang Yun didn't write a good war poem, but instead wasted the holy pages and holy blood to write this kind of poem.
After the poem is completed, the abstract becomes real.
A large amount of vital energy from heaven and earth surged. The snowflakes that were originally the size of a palm were now as big as two palms, and their weight increased. When they fell into the hands, they were like large pieces of iron.
Bang, bang, bang…
Pieces of snow fell to the ground, making crisp sounds. Soon, the bodies of the ice demon kings were covered by large snowflakes.
Many demon kings originally thought that Xin Shi would be very powerful, but they soon laughed.
"Good poem! Good poem!" Zhenhai Dragon King pretended to be a scholar and said, "In terms of details, this poem is better than the previous one. This king is also well-read, but there is one thing I don't understand, why Fang Xusheng wants to use heavy snow to smash us to death!"
The demon kings laughed. These snowflakes were indeed heavy, but these demon kings had blood and energy running through their bodies. All the snowflakes would be pushed away and posed no threat to them at all.
"You don't understand Fang Xusheng's painstaking efforts. The snow is falling a lot and heavy. I'm afraid he wants to build a Great Wall of Ice and Snow to stop us."
"I have to say that humans are indeed an intelligent race. How could we foolish monsters come up with such a clever trick!"
"This poem is great. I'll have someone write it down and frame it when I return to the demon world."
"This is only the second poem. There are also the third and fourth."
Many demon kings continued to walk and look at Fang Yun. Now, more demon kings became relaxed. Only the Dragon King Zhenhai and the two demon kings from the Ancestral God clan were still worried. They stared at Fang Yun to prevent him from launching a sneak attack.
Fang Yun ignored the Demon King's ridicule and continued to write the third poem, which also contained holy pages and holy blood.
The first sentence he wrote shocked all the demon kings.
"The candle dragon lives in the cold door, and its light shines as bright as the morning."
The Zhulong is an ancient evil creature with a human face and a snake body, and its body is a thousand miles long. This sentence means that all dragons live in the cold homes in the north. His eyes are like the sun and the moon. When he opens his eyes, the earth is bright, and when he closes his eyes, the world is plunged into darkness.
Afterwards, all the demon kings shut up and waited quietly for Fang Yun to write.
"Why can't the sun and moon shine here? Only the north wind howls in anger from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a mat, and they are blown down to Xuanyuantai.
In the twelfth month, the woman in Youzhou misses her husband so much that she stops singing and laughing and her eyebrows fall.
Leaning against the door and watching the passers-by, I think of you and how sad it is to suffer in the bitter cold of the Great Wall.
When we parted, you took your sword and went to the border to save the country, leaving behind this golden quiver with tiger pattern.
There is a pair of white feather arrows in the sky, and spiders weave webs and produce dust.
The arrows are still there, but the men who died in the battle will never come back.
I couldn't bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.
The Yellow River can be blocked with earth, but the hatred of the north wind, rain and snow is hard to deal with."
When the poem was completed, it absorbed a large amount of heaven and earth energy. The pages of the poem kept floating in the air and were not burned immediately because too much heaven and earth energy was required.
No demon king laughed at this poem for not being a war poem, because even if it was not a war poem, it was still a rare good poem.
The poem first describes the eyes of the candle dragon as bright as the sun and the moon, but then it goes on to describe how the candle dragon cannot shine on the northern border, with only violent north winds coming down from the sky. The snowflakes on Yanshan Mountain are as big as bamboo mats, falling one after another on Xuanyuan Terrace.
The first part of the poem uses exaggerated techniques to describe how cold the north is and how big the snow is. Then it begins to describe a woman who misses her husband who went to the Great Wall to guard the border. In the end, she learns that her husband has died in the battle, so she burns his belongings into ashes.
Finally, I sigh that no matter how wide and deep the Yellow River is, it can be filled up slowly with soil, but the sorrow and hatred of life and death are like the wind and snow in the north, boundless and endless.
When the demon king, who was particularly knowledgeable about poetry, heard that the poem began with Zhulong, felt something was wrong. After hearing "the snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a mat", he realized that this poem was somewhat extraordinary.
This third poem, after absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth, turned the virtual into the real.
The wind and snow between heaven and earth grew stronger again.
The wind, like the howling of a resentful woman, stirs up one's heart.
The snow suddenly became heavier, with each flake as big as a mat and as heavy as a roller.
Before, the snowflakes were just falling, but now they can only be described as smashing down.
Bing Tong, who was not far away, was stunned. The sky was filled with large snowflakes the size of mats, which kept falling down like stones. Each snowflake on the ground was large enough for two people to lie down side by side.
The sky above the Motian Cliff was completely raging. The power of "The North Wind" pushed the wind here to the limit and intensified the cold to the limit. As for the huge snowflakes like falling rocks, they kept falling from the sky, which was a spectacular sight.
Fang Yun himself looked at this strange scene for a long time.
The demon kings were hit by huge snowflakes one after another. They knew that their own strength was not enough to naturally repel the snowflakes, so they had to release more energy or dragon power to resist such huge snowflakes.
The continuous huge snowflakes falling down were like humans being hit by continuous flies. It didn’t hurt, but it was irritating.
"Fang Yun! Is this the only method you have?" A demon king couldn't help but sneer angrily.
"You gave us three poems as a gift. What's the point?"
"Write the fourth poem immediately. When you finish, it will be your death!"
"No matter how many poems of this level there are, they can't stop us from killing you!"
"Everyone, we are almost close to Fang Yun. Let's attack together to break the shield of Wu Hou's chariot and kill him!"
Some of the demon kings were really angry, but a few others were a little uneasy. They didn't think Fang Yun would be so stupid, so they communicated with each other in secret.
"Zhenhai Dragon King, I feel the situation is not good, otherwise we should use our strongest attack in advance and end it as soon as possible."
"I think we need to wait. The Sea-Suppressing Dragon King can use the Heaven and Earth Dragon Transformation Technique to recover his strength immediately, but we can't. Once we attack with all our strength, our bodies won't be able to bear it. Let's wait a little longer. We can't let our efforts go to waste."
"This third poem is very strange. It is obviously not a war poem, and it can't hurt us at all. Why does he dare to use the name of Zhulong? Once it is used, will it cause an accident?"
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