The Barbarian King and the Demon King were reduced to ashes in just three breaths of burning, while the Great Demon King and the Great Barbarian King struggled and rolled around in agony in the flames, screaming miserably.
In the sky filled with light from the wolf-shooting arrows, there was a figure running away quickly.
The wolf king Lang Chi ran away with a shrunken Sky-Burning Furnace floating above his head. He looked back at Ning An from time to time while running away.
There was not much hatred in its eyes, as if the death of all the monsters had nothing to do with it. It just stared at Fang Yun with murderous intent.
In the distant barbarian heartland, the holy sword that fell from the sky flew backwards into the sky. When it passed over the sky of Ning'an City, it killed the Wolf Slaughter incarnation with one sword and then disappeared.
Oh…
The roar of the Half-Saint Wolf Slaughter spread over a hundred thousand miles and lingered for a long time.
The wolf-shooting arrows flew a thousand miles before dissipating, and the barbarian army to the north of Ning'an City was completely wiped out except for Lang Chi!
The strongest forty-odd barbarian kings, the most elite three hundred thousand wolf holy soldiers and tens of millions of barbarians were all killed without a single one left.
Many people looked in other directions.
The barbarians in the east, west and south were originally retreating, but now they are fleeing on all fronts.
The eyes of all the barbarians, barbarian soldiers and barbarian generals burned into black holes and they ran around like headless flies.
At first, the kings protected the ordinary monsters and barbarians as they fled, but after seeing that the army in the north was completely destroyed, they abandoned more than 30 million ordinary monsters and barbarians and fled to the north as quickly as possible.
The human race looked at the fleeing barbarians, and suddenly a raging fire rose in their hearts.
"All troops, pursue!"
Fang Yun's voice echoed in Ning'an City.
The entire human and aquatic armies were stunned for a moment, unable to believe it for a moment, because they had never dreamed of hearing such an order, but the next moment, fanatical looks appeared on the faces of the entire army.
"Kill..."
The whole army roared.
All the great engineers and scholars took action, and sturdy sloping ladders appeared on the wall and landed outside the wall. Because there were too many ladders and they were arranged closely, it looked like a wide slope.
The humans and the aquatic creatures rushed down the steep slope like a tide, launching an unprecedented pursuit.
Ao Huang shouted excitedly: "Children, all of you, get on the Raging Waves Battle Stage!"
One after another, the raging battle platforms carrying the human and aquatic creatures rushed towards the most densely populated barbarian army.
Even though the main force died in battle, the number of barbarians now far exceeds that of humans. However, with the deaths of the incarnations of Langyuan and Langlu, and the escape of the monster kings, more than 30 million barbarians have completely lost their fighting spirit.
They were frightened by the arrow just now.
If the Wolf Slaughter incarnation was still there, the human race would never be able to catch up with the barbarians. But now the Wolf Slaughter incarnation is dead, the power bestowed on the barbarian army has dissipated, and the blood flag of the demons and barbarians did not exist at all during the rout. However, the human race was blessed with the power of "Man Jiang Hong" and some great military scholars also used a series of military tactics such as "Leisure and Wind and Action" to make the human race run at lightning speed, completely surpassing ordinary demon generals.
With the help of the fast-paced war poems, the Jinshi Hanlin scholars also surpassed the demon commander in speed. Only the barbarian dukes and the human race's pursuit team were getting farther and farther away, until the Grand Secretary stepped on Pingbu Qingyun and started to pursue them.
The barbarians fled in all directions, and the human race's pursuit teams were also in full swing everywhere.
The barbarians who lost their fighting spirit and the blood flag of the demons have become strong beasts, only fit to be prey of humans, not opponents.
At first, the great human scholars were on high alert, fearing that Wolf Slaughter's real body would arrive, but they soon realized that after shooting wolf arrows and annihilating the barbarian army in the north, Wolf Slaughter had lost the reason for his arrival.
The so-called Three Barbarians were originally the whetstones left by Confucius to the human race. Both sides have always abided by certain rules. Without the support of the barbarian army, Langlu could not attack the city even if he had the most powerful treasures.
Except for a few great scholars who flew out of Ning'an to look after the human army, most of the great scholars landed on the north city wall.
"Congratulations to Fang Xusheng for defeating the demon with one arrow!"
"This poem is full of grandeur, calling forth the sword of the Lord, and the world will open up!"
"Looking northwest, shooting the wolf in the sky, only Fang Xusheng and Zhang Longxiang can write poems of this spirit."
"Yes, if it weren't for Zhang Longxiang's experience, Fang Xusheng would not have been able to come up with the sentence 'I am an old man, but I want to express my youthful enthusiasm'. This sentence really expresses the wild and unrestrained meaning of youth on paper, and the youthful spirit is as high as the clouds and the sun!"
"Looking northwest, shooting the wolf in the sky, ah... just thinking about it makes me feel relaxed and fascinated, and seeing it is even more thrilling. From now on, the monsters and barbarians who hear this phrase will flee at the sight of it."
"When Fang Xusheng was a university scholar, he borrowed half a day from a great scholar to write this poem. That means this is another poem with two literary positions. It can be used by both university scholars and great scholars. The power will be different when used by people of different literary positions. Whether this poem is the most lethal poem by a great scholar or not is not discussed for now, but it is definitely the most lethal poem by a university scholar."
"When Fang Xusheng wrote this poem, it was at the second level, close to being written by a great writer. If it reaches the third level, I wonder how strong it will be."
"My fellow great scholars, please stop talking for now. Prime Minister Liu cannot get a word in and is just standing there anxiously. Please let him share his thoughts." Zhang Poyue, who was not far away, walked towards Fang Yun.
Everyone was stunned and looked at Liu Shan with extremely strange eyes.
Before, Liu Shan swore to all the saints that as long as Fang Yun could deal with the hundreds of millions of monsters outside the city, Liu Shan would massage Fang Yun's legs and take off his boots, like a slave.
Liu Shan stood there in a daze, his eyes blank at first. After a few breaths, he reacted and slowly turned his head to look at Zhang Poyue.
Liu Shan's eyes were extremely cold, as if he had a grudge against Zhang Poyue that wanted to wipe out his entire family, and he wished he could kill him right now.
Zhang Poyue laughed happily and kept staring at Liu Shan and laughing.
The members of the Zuo Xiang Party stood behind Liu Shan and said nothing, because no one knew what to say now.
The autumn wind whistled through the walls of Ning'an City, and everyone's clothes rustled. Apart from that, there was no other sound.
Liu Shan no longer looked at Zhang Poyue, nor did he dare to look at Fang Yun. He just looked at the open space without saying a word.
At this moment, Ao Huang in the distance was returning, and he shouted: "Wait for me! Fortunately, the Dongting Jiao King reminded me, otherwise I would have been so busy killing the monsters that I almost forgot about the important matter! Liushan, don't hit me yet, wait until I get there, I will record it with the Xulou Pearl, and then go to Kongcheng to show it and sell it for money!"
Everyone present rolled their eyes. As a dignified Grand Secretary and the Left Prime Minister of a country, it was not a big deal for Liu Shan to lose face once, but once it was recorded by the Xu Louzhu, he might lose face hundreds or thousands of times a day, or at least for thousands of years.
Some readers can even imagine that if Ao Huang really goes to Kongcheng for screening, it will surely become a famous preserved attraction in Kongcheng.
Liu Shan looked at Ao Huang with shame and annoyance, then quickly walked to Fang Yun, hesitated for a moment, half-knelt down with his knees not touching the ground, then gently beat Fang Yun's right leg from the thigh to the calf, and finally gritted his teeth, slowly took off Fang Yun's boots, and quickly stood up.
"Why are you like this?" Ao Huang shouted angrily from a distance.
"Let's be merciful when we can," Fang Yun said to Ao Huang seriously, then turned to look at Liu Shan and said, "Who told you to take off my boots at this time? Put them on!"
Liu Shan's face turned purple.
Zhang Poyue laughed out loud. Niu Shan was originally groggy and half awake, but now he woke up completely with laughter.
Ao Huang was immediately overjoyed and flew faster.
Liu Shan glanced at Ao Huang, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth again, half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and put on Fang Yun's shoes.
When everyone present saw this scene, they all sighed. Once this matter was spread, the consequences would be extremely serious.
Liushan’s literary reputation collapsed.
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