There are layers of precious light on the pages of the poem.
When the poem was finished, a blue dragon leaped out of the paper.
The blue dragon that guards the sea is only a foot in size, suspended in the air. It is obviously very small and has no great power, but it seems to have inherited the invincible and fearless spirit of the poem.
From the mouth of the foot-long Zhenhai Blue Dragon, a sound that pierced the clouds and split the rocks came out, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.
The thousands of Dragon Saints were originally aggressive, but they were frightened by the tiny Blue Dragon of the Sea. They were stunned for a moment, and then continued to rush towards Fang Yun under the command of Ao Min, the Dragon Saint of the West Sea.
Thousands of saints have arrived, and their holy power is mighty.
The sea level of the entire West Sea dropped rapidly.
The sea level within a radius of more than 100,000 miles seemed to have become a basin in the sea!
Even so, the Zhenhai Blue Dragon was not afraid at all. Instead, it turned its head and looked at Fang Yun, eager to fight a decisive battle with the White Dragon Thousand Saints.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and asked Zhenhai Lanlong to go to the literary world.
The Zhenhai Blue Dragon seemed unhappy. He glanced at Ao Min in the distance with disdain and went into Fang Yunwen's world.
Ao Min in the distance had a gloomy expression on his face, and was actually a little worried about the blue dragon that suppressed the sea.
Ao Zhou's face was filled with fear.
However, although there was fear in the eyes of both men, there was also greed hidden in their hearts.
Thousands of white light dragon saints gathered together and completely cleared the darkness over the West Sea.
It's like little suns swooping down.
Suddenly, the four seas of the entire Shengyuan Continent shook violently, and the entire ancient four seas seemed to have souls and gained spirituality.
Ao Min was slightly startled, and then he felt a huge shadow rising under the West Sea. When the shadow reached above the sea, there was nothing.
However, the waves were huge and the wind was howling.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder flashed.
The sky originally occupied by the White Light Dragon Saint suddenly reversed, forming a doomsday scene.
The White Light Dragon Saints seemed to be imprisoned in the new world.
The White Light Dragon Saint is a dragon of the holy way, with supreme majesty. Even though he feels tremendous pressure, he still continues to swoop down to kill the enemies in front of him.
Suddenly, the holy page burned and formed a red arrow.
The arrow was only three feet long, and like a firework, it went straight up into the sky, leaving a faint red light along the way and making a sharp, piercing sound.
The sound was extremely strange. It just sounded harsh to Fang Yun and Ao Zhou, but the White Light Dragon Saints began to sway left and right and slowed down after hearing it. Ao Min also frowned.
Finally, the flaming arrow broke through the constraints of the West Sea, rushed out of the sky, and rushed into space.
Suddenly, the sea water was turbulent and huge waves suddenly rose up.
When the wave reached its peak and was about to fall, everything changed.
All the huge waves turned into a huge army, and each of them was made up of sea water.
It was as if a whistle had summoned them.
"I am Bai Qi, the humble general, and I am here to pay my respects to Saint Fang!" A general said casually without even looking at Fang Yun. He pointed his sword at the White Light Dragon Saint above and led an army of millions to soar into the sky.
"General Wei Qing, come and help us in the battle!"
"General Li Guang, come and reinforce us!"
"I, General Huo Qubing..."
"General Zhou Yu..."
Famous scholars and generals in history led seemingly endless numbers of soldiers to charge.
One army points to one dragon!
These war poem soldiers are completely different from the previous ones. They seem to be a whole. As long as there is one soldier alive, the leading general will be immortal.
Therefore, these generals are just as what is said in "Man Jiang Hong* Zhan Bai Long", they are all invincible!
When Ao Min saw this scene, instead of being worried, he showed a look of disdain.
The facts turned out to be just as he expected, and soon all the famous generals were defeated.
Because their opponent is Dragon Saint!
He is the real Dragon Saint.
In just a few breaths, the Dragon Saints slaughtered all the human sea soldiers.
The four seas were stirred once more, and the great waves once again transformed into the same host of famous generals as before, numbering over a thousand.
But nothing seemed to work.
All the war poems that summon troops are not even cannon fodder at the level of the Holy Way.
Ao Min was not going to waste time. He looked up and prepared to give the order to the White Light Dragon Saints to break through the army and attack Fang Yun himself.
But he didn't say it.
Because, from the dark clouds, one giant after another, thousands of feet tall, descended.
Each giant has a body of white thunder, surrounded by black hurricanes, looking like gods and demons, with brilliant divine light.
"I am Chen Guanhai, and I will lend a helping hand to you, Mr. Fang!"
"Xi Yunxiao, come to Shengyuan again!"
"Wang Xizhi..."
"Han Fei..."
"Li Si..."
"Sun Wu..."
"Lü Buwei..."
Saints from Heaven!
One after another, semi-saint thunder giants descended from the dark clouds, and in the end there were thirty-six of them.
The most terrifying thing was that the moment these thunder giants appeared, many white light dragon saints exploded directly, and then turned into tributaries of the holy path and returned to the sky above the Shengyuan Continent.
Every thunder giant seems to be the master of a holy path!
"You..." Ao Min was horrified and in disbelief. He could accept the coming of a semi-saint, but he could not understand why all the White Light Dragon Saints involved in the human race's holy way had died.
Ao Zhou was also confused. The Dragon Emperor's fighting skills had been used countless times in history. There were at least eight hundred times that were clearly recorded. Whenever it was used, the power of the third level of fighting skills might be different, but there had never been a situation where the holy way was taken away!
As the wills of the saints of the human race came out, the White Light Dragon Saint exploded, which meant that the Dragon Saint's holy path was completely deprived.
In other words, Wanlong Yindao lost to Fang Yun's signal arrow.
Ao Min's expression kept changing. He remembered the previous legend about the human race and instinctively looked up at the tributaries in the sky.
Ao Zhou recalled Fang Yun's war poem again and sweated profusely.
"The four seas are surging with angry clouds and waters, the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder... I misunderstood, it turns out that this is not directed at the human race, but at Ao Min's power!" Ao Zhou murmured to himself.
Thirty-six semi-saint giants stood firmly in the air. They were not as barbaric and rude as the White Light Dragon Saint. Instead, they stood up straight, opened their mouths, and uttered sharp words.
What’s strange is that even semi-saints like Sun Wu did not have any verbal sparring in their lifetime, now they have holy spears and holy swords.
When the thirty-six holy spears and swords appeared, it was like the west wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, with an overwhelming force, just as the poem said.
Thirty-six divine lights were like thirty-six mountains, descending from the sky to suppress and kill all enemies!
At the same time, they either released holy war poems or their own external forces, using various means.
Every time a Semi-Saint takes action, there is the sound of all living beings and the chanting of all the people, pushing the power of the Semi-Saint to the limit, as if if they were just a little bit stronger, they would be able to rival the Great Sage.
What shocked Ao Min and Ao Zhou was that the fighting styles and skills of these human semi-saints were more powerful than when they were alive, especially those ancient semi-saints who died in battle, who were like killing gods.
This is an ability that only a bloodthirsty warrior who is soaked in blood and burning in fire can master.
Some of the human semi-saints were not good at fighting during their lifetime.
If all the saints of the human race were like this, the human race would not have been so passive when facing the monsters and barbarians before.
What surprised the two semi-saints the most was that almost all the ancient semi-saints had mastered the ability to analyze the holy way and could easily defeat the defense of the White Light Dragon Saint. When faced with the attack of the White Light Dragon Saint, they could easily mobilize the power of the holy way to completely resolve it.