The human scholar looked at Fang Yun, his eyes full of helplessness.
Zhang Poyue frowned slightly, but didn't say anything in the end.
Liu Hong asked in a low voice: "Fang Xusheng, has the South Sea Dragon Palace completely sealed off the Starfire Hun Tianjian?"
"Well, it can't be used now, and I need some time to lift the ban. However, from now on, this Starfire Hun Tianjian has nothing to do with the South China Sea Dragon Palace." Fang Yun's eyes were like stars in deep winter.
Liu Hong nodded.
Zhang He asked in a low voice: "Then can you use the astronomical mirror?"
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "The power of the Sky Mirror Projection is limited. I will not use it unless I have no other choice. Moreover, since the West Sea Dragon Palace and the South Sea Dragon Palace have already come, the North Sea Dragon Palace has also made some preparations and should have found a way to restrain them in the past few days. They may even be waiting in the dark for me to use the Sky Mirror Projection."
Everyone continued to move forward.
"Faster!" Zhang Poyue yelled.
Everyone was holding their breath, gritting their teeth, clenching their fists, and running at full speed.
The carriages pulling the machines accelerated again.
At this time, Zhao Jingkong opened his eyes, and countless strange visions appeared in his eyes, and then immediately disappeared.
"Fang Xusheng, you lead the rest of the people to break out, and I will hold them back for a while." Zhao Jingkong said.
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Zhao. You are protecting a million soldiers. What's more, I still have the strength to spare."
Zhao Jingkong looked at Fang Yun and said nothing more. The other university scholars sighed softly.
In the rear, there are nearly fifty barbarian kings and one barbarian emperor.
A figure came from behind.
"You can't escape!"
When everyone looked back, they saw that the entire barbarian army had stopped. The Barbarian King Lang Yuan held up a black iron furnace half a person's height in his hand. The fire in the furnace was not strong, and only a little bit came out of the furnace mouth. The ground beneath Lang Yuan was slowly melting.
The chill of "Song of White Snow Farewell to the Barbarian King" was completely dispelled.
Then, Lang Yuan suddenly threw the Burning Heaven Furnace away and bowed his head slightly in salute.
boom!
The Burning Heaven Furnace grew larger in the wind, and suddenly expanded to a height of about a hundred feet, like the crater of a volcano. A large piece of fire was seen shooting straight into the sky, expanding into a huge umbrella of fire at a very high place, and then falling like rain.
A drop of fire rain was only the size of a peanut, but the moment it hit the ground, it immediately turned into a sea of fire.
Flames hundreds of feet high burned fiercely, turning the earth into scorched earth and distorting the sky.
In an instant, an area of three hundred miles turned into a sea of fire. The front and left and right sides of the human race were blocked by flames, as if they were in a mountain of flames.
Only the rear was devoid of flames.
There are 100,000 barbarians.
Zhang Poyue stepped onto the blue sky and turned to face the monster.
"Old soldiers from the three sides, Fang Xusheng has already rescued us. So next, we should shed the blood of the barbarians, look at Fang Xusheng with our backs, and send him back to the south!"
Zhang Poyue stood on the clouds, head held high and chest puffed out, like a mountain standing in a sea of fire, fearless and unafraid.
A platform rose up from behind Zhang Poyue. On top of the platform was a Great Wall. It was only about ten feet long, but it seemed to stretch for hundreds of thousands of miles, endless.
The Great Wall Tower is the most powerful defensive tower among military strategists.
In order to resist the barbarians, Zhang Poyue gave up all his hobbies and used all his strength to defend his country.
Seeing this Great Wall Wentai, Zhang Poyue's old subordinates felt uncomfortable. Temperament and the holy way should reflect each other.
Like Yi Zhishi, he gave up almost everything for the sake of the holy path. Even the power of war poetry and lyrics that scholars mainly studied were regarded as trivial by him. He devoted himself to studying the classics of the saints. In addition, he had extraordinary talent, so his path to the holy path was much smoother than others.
Zhang Poyue, on the contrary, was a person who had no taboos and liked to do whatever he wanted. For the sake of the holy truth, he should have built a powerful Wentai to attack. However, for the sake of the country, his subordinates, and his soldiers, he chose the opposite path from Yi Zhishi.
Zhang Poyue abandoned the holy way.
Build the Great Wall and protect your comrades!
Amid the sound of armor and weapons clashing, countless soldiers turned around.
Their faces showed determination and fearlessness.
In the flames, he faced the barbarians and had his back to Ning An.
"Fang Xusheng, please return south. Leave these barbarians to us." Liu Hong flew to Zhang Poyue.
"The powerful mechanisms in the city are all on the carriages. We can hold on for a long time!" Zhang He's tone was full of confidence, and a workshop desk appeared behind him.
Thin white lines flew out from the workshop desk, connecting every mechanism in the army.
Thousands of mechanisms are at your disposal.
The flame still burns as if it will never go out.
Water can quench fire, but there is not a drop of water within a thousand miles.
Fang Yun lowered his eyes, as if he was at his wit's end.
“Hahaha… Fang Yun, if you tie your arms, kneel down and beg for mercy, I will let the rest of the human race go!” Lang Yuan’s voice came from afar.
One hundred thousand barbarians accelerated forward.
A completely unequal war is about to break out.
Ao Xuan looked at the human race in the flames proudly with a vicious look on her face.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and looked at the barbarians.
"All troops, listen up and prepare to head to Ning'an at full speed."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him flew out from the Swallowing Seashell again.
"this… "
Everyone looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. It seemed that Fang Yun still wanted to write poetry to stop the barbarians.
Poems to block the enemy are different from other war poems. The greatest function of poems to block the enemy is to obstruct the enemy. Even if other forces are added, it is difficult to exert due power. The advantage is that as long as the poetry is good and talented, it can form a very strong blocking force.
However, the power of the poem itself is very weak. It can only play a real role after it gains the power to turn the virtual into the real.
This also means that few people have mastered the art of blocking enemy poems to a very high level, and only the author's own creation can unleash the greatest power. The previous poem "Song of White Snow to Send Off the Barbarian King" would be of no use even if it were used now.
The holy page spread out in front of Fang Yun, and another drop of holy blood flew out.
The sickly mist butterfly flew out.
Behind Fang Yun, six literary platforms appeared, namely the Wanmin Literary Platform, the Zhenlong Literary Platform, the Xuehai Literary Platform, the Poison Attack Literary Platform, the Sin-Suppressing Literary Platform and the Xuemang Literary Platform.
Six writing platforms are lined up in a row high in the sky, suppressing the heaven and earth like six giant mountains.
The eyes of millions of human beings were filled with incredible surprise, and the higher their rank, the more surprised they were.
The great scholar Zhao Jingkong opened his eyes wide and stared carefully at each writing platform, earnestly feeling the different powers of the six writing platforms.
The ordinary barbarians on the opposite side did not know the strength of Wentai, but those barbarians with extremely high demon status were all terrified, and murderous intent increased in their eyes.
"We must kill him! If we allow him to be canonized, our barbarian tribe will never have peace!" Lang Yuan made up his mind.
Ao Xuan looked at Fang Yun in shock and fear, thinking that she was lucky that she was not stupid enough to attack Fang Yun. Once her realm was weakened to the level of Dragon King by Wenxing Longjue, even if she had the body of a Great Dragon King, she might not be able to gain any advantage in front of the Six Types of Wentai.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the powerful flames emitted by the Burning Heaven Furnace were blown erratically, and at this moment they were like candle flames that could go out at any time.
A huge green dragon head hundreds of feet long appeared behind Fang Yun.
In the Dragon Saint Star position, the power of Ao Yu, the Dragon Saint of the East China Sea, is revealed.
All the barbarians trembled in fear, and Ao Xuan lowered his head humbly.
The dragon head clearly did not move, but everyone felt that he had scanned the entire place and mastered all the secrets between heaven and earth.
"Play tricks, attack!"
Langyuan raised the golden axe high and issued the final order.
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