At the same time, Fang Yun started writing the title of the poem.
I wrote the second poem of Ancient Plain Grass to send to the Barbarian King.
The grass on the plain withers and grows again every year.
Wild fire, in spring.
Distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and clear green connects to the majestic city.
I send the Barbarian King away again, with the grass filled with sadness.
It is completed in one stroke and becomes a poem in an instant.
Four Wenxin fish jumped out from the sea of learning and landed on the holy page, forming four rare Wenxin powers.
The days pass like years, which greatly increases the duration of poetry.
The same trick is used again, allowing the poem to reappear after disappearing, but with less power.
To make matters worse, the power of poetry was greatly increased at the cost of consuming twice the talent.
Drill a hole in the wall to steal light, as long as the poetry can attack the enemy, one's own talent will continue to increase.
Afterwards, the door of the side hall on the Zhenzui platform opened. The Sin Turtle did not appear, but countless chains flew out of it, like countless long snakes densely pouring into the poem pages.
The real dragon on the True Dragon Platform and the poisonous snake on the Poison Attack Platform dance together, constantly sending their own power into the Holy Page.
Wudie stood on Fang Yun's shoulder, took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcefully.
Endless weak water and strange wind rushed into the holy page.
The dragon clan rules over the four seas, but Ruoshui is not among them.
After spitting out weak water and strange wind, Wudie closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
After absorbing a large amount of power, the surface of the poem to stop the enemy was shining with layer upon layer of precious light. The inkstone turtle let out a roar and spurted out a mouthful of thick ink, which evenly fell on every word written by Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's calligraphy originally reached the third realm, where every word is as solid as ink, but now, it has been temporarily upgraded to the fourth realm, where the brush moves like dragons and snakes.
The True Dragon Wentai and the Poison Attack Wentai are not poetry Wentai, and their power cannot be completely absorbed by the poetry pages like the Xuehai Wentai. But now, the characters have turned into dragons and snakes, becoming of the same clan as the poisonous snakes on the True Dragon and Poison Attack Wentai, and are quickly absorbing the power of the True Dragon and Poisonous Snakes.
The poem page flew high up, and the star power of the East China Sea Dragon Saint transformed into a green dragon and flew into the holy page.
Finally, the pages of poetry burned, turned into countless rays of light, and fell to the ground.
Turn virtual into real!
With Fang Yun as the center, the weeds on the grassland grew at an incredible speed, instantly spreading over a hundred miles and engulfed in flames.
At first, the weeds were quickly burned to ashes, but the weeds seemed to be immortal, constantly absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, continuing to flow into the raging fire, and lasting longer and longer.
The weeds in front of Fang Yun grew wildly, and soon they were like countless ropes binding all the barbarians.
These wild grass ropes instantly tied up the Barbarian Marquis tightly. The Barbarian Marquis needed a lot of strength to break free of one wild grass rope, but during this period, three more wild grass ropes were tied to his body. As for the nearly 90,000 Barbarian Marshals, they were even more miserable, all of them were wrapped up like dumplings.
The Barbarian Kings were better, but they could no longer fly. They took a step and then stopped, making it impossible for them to chase.
What makes them most helpless is that these weeds also contain the power of deadly poison, weak water and strange wind, which makes them hard to guard against.
Some of the weakest barbarians have even been killed!
Only the Great Barbarian King and Lang Yuan were the least affected. They only needed to release their blood and demonic power to crush all the weeds and ropes.
All the barbarian kings stopped and looked towards Langyuan, waiting for the next order.
When the Barbarian King saw this scene, his brows furrowed.
Fang Yun seized the weakness of Yaoman.
The Barbarian King could smash a mountain with one punch and sink an island with one punch. Now, he could also smash dozens of miles of weeds with one punch. But the problem was that no matter how powerful the king was, he couldn't deal with the weeds without hurting other barbarians.
The monsters only know how to use their strongest power to kill people, and never consider suppressing their power to save anyone.
"Try using witchcraft!"
Some barbarians who were proficient in sorcery took action immediately, but Fang Yun's enemy-blocking poem was too powerful, and all the weeds were like crazy. Even if the sorcery occasionally worked, new weed ropes would be immediately replenished.
The barbarian leaders were at a loss as this poem had reached the level of great Confucian war poetry. Unless a holy demon barbarian came, no emperor could solve it. There were some semi-holy treasures that could directly kill the weeds, but those treasures were all in the demon world.
Lang Yuan looked at the Burning Heaven Furnace hanging high in the sky, wishing he could let the flames burn all the weeds, but that would also kill more than 90,000 of the most elite barbarians.
Not to mention being handsome, even if the Barbarian King got touched by a little spark from the Burning Heaven Furnace, his body would instantly turn into ashes.
"Not good!" Ao Xuan was anxious and angry, looking at the human race.
Lang Yuan looked over hurriedly and saw that in the raging fire, as the poem said, a wide road appeared, connecting to the end of the sky and the earth, as if it could really connect to Ning'an City.
The green and fire sea along the way seemed like a miracle.
The red world cannot suppress the vitality expressed in poetry!
The hope of mankind cannot be blocked even by the flames of the Holy Throne!
"go ahead!"
Zhang Poyue took a deep breath, roared, his eyes bright as the moon, that was the light of hope.
The smell of burning fire is mixed with the fragrance of wild grass.
The road was lined with raging fire, the ground was covered with green grass, and the human race was running at full speed.
"Damn Fang Yun!"
Lang Yuan glanced at Fang Yun who was walking away, and then looked at the more than 90,000 barbarians who were tortured or even killed by the weed ropes. He wished he could use the Burning Heaven Furnace to burn Fang Yun to death directly, but he knew very well that before the flames touched Fang Yun, the Holy Academy would take action and kill all the weed barbarians.
This poem disperses power for the sake of area and duration. Those barbarian kings may only be injured but not killed, but if those barbarian generals and princes are not rescued, more than 90,000 elites will surely be killed.
After all, this is a poem to stop the enemy that reaches the level of a great scholar.
Among those trapped barbarian generals and lords, many were descendants of Langyuan.
They are all the future Barbarian Kings or Great Barbarian Kings, and the real reserve force of the Wolf Barbarian Clan.
"Find a way to save them first!"
Langyuan immediately led many barbarian kings to take action, suppressing their own strength and using methods they had never used before. They were as clumsy as mechanical men embroidering, constantly crushing the weeds with external force and using their qi and blood to rescue those barbarian lords and generals.
Many barbarian kings cursed as they treated the enemy. They would rather face a hundred great scholar's poems of war than a single great scholar's poem of stopping the enemy.
When Ao Xuan saw how clumsy the barbarians were, she sighed helplessly. The wisdom of the barbarians was far inferior to that of humans, so she had to go to the rescue herself. The dragon clan's exquisite use of power was far superior to that of the monsters, so although she was not as strong as the Barbarian King, she rescued more barbarians than the Barbarian King.
There was chaos among the barbarians, while the humans evacuated calmly.
Among the army, countless people shouted to thank Fang Yun.
But Fang Yun sat on Pingbu Qingyun, following behind the team, without saying a word.
Only those scholars of high literary status knew that this time, just like the last time, Fang Yun had exhausted all his talent at once in order to bring out the greatest power of his poetry. If it weren't for the power of "boring a hole in the wall to steal light from the literary mind" that allowed him to gain some of his talent, he would have fainted long ago.
To exhaust one's talent in writing a hundred war poems will only tire one, but to exhaust it all at once will harm one's body.
Many scholars noticed that Fang Yun's complexion was not right, so some people started to use the poem "Quanyuan Guanshui" to help Fang Yun.
However, it was soon stopped.
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