The sound of Fang Yun's verbal battle with the spring thunder was like a violent storm sweeping across the earth. Tens of thousands of monsters and barbarians changed color, and then they were in an uproar.
"This human is too rampant! Kill him!"
"The next batch? What do you think of us monsters?"
"Kill him together!"
"Idiot, can't you see that he is Fang Yun?" A saint son couldn't help but curse.
As soon as the word "Fang Yun" came out, the whole place fell silent.
Fang Yun is a genius among humans, but in the demon world he is almost equivalent to a demon king!
A mere Jinshi was included in the hunting list of great scholars!
A man who contributed a great number of war poems to the human race!
He is a poet!
When he was taking the imperial examination, he made a bet with all the saints!
It's only been less than a few months, and the saints have been forced to tear their faces apart. They would rather suffer the backlash of the power of the two worlds than to use the Moon Tree Divine Punishment!
Because the demon clan took the initiative to tear up the gambling agreement, the Demon King was going to lose his life. Everyone in the demon world knew that the Demon King did have the ancient cicada clan's talent "Escape", but he only had one chance. This meant that Fang Yun could kill the Demon King without leaving any soldiers behind, something that even a half-saint from the human race couldn't do!
Although the monsters and barbarians hate the human race, they both respect Confucius. Now many monsters and barbarians have to admit that Fang Yun is a human worthy of respect.
Especially in the relatively rational barbarian tribes, the same view has been circulating recently: Fang Yun died with honor.
Among some barbarian tribes, Fang Yun has become a human demon king that adults use to scare children.
Fang Yun stopped crying.
"No... could it be him?" The voice of a timid rat demon commander trembled, and he was actually ready to run away.
"Of course it's Fang Yun! Let's kill him together! We can't let him get away!"
"I don't know what despicable means he used to kill Shi Wang. My lion clan will never forgive him!"
"No one move, I want to meet Fang Yun!" A holy tiger demon roared, and striped mist suddenly burned around his body. This was a demon from the tiger clan.
When all the monsters saw Hu Si coming out, they all shut up.
Hu Si himself was not very talented, but he practiced step by step. Now his strength was equal to Xiong Han, second only to the deceased Shi Wang.
"I don't care what means you use to kill Shi Wang, but in the Sky Tree, I will win!" Hu Si strode forward, and the striped mist around him turned into a strong wind and swirled around him, forming a powerful demon that could attack and defend at the same time.
The demon was so powerful that it left a deep gully on the road behind it.
As Hu Si was running towards Fang Yun, many monsters were surprised to find that the place where the five hundred wolf monster generals died was covered with Sky Leaves, there were thousands of them.
Fang Yun casually moved and put Tianye into Wen Palace.
The humans who were heading here were also greatly surprised.
Fang Yun did not explain and waited for Hu Si to come.
Hu Si roared, "Fang Yun, if you are a real human, fight me one-on-one, don't use these war poem creatures!"
Some demons couldn't help laughing. It seemed that the scene just now had dealt a heavy blow to Hu Si. A single demon was good at hand-to-hand combat, and magic was only auxiliary. But in front of a scholar like Fang Yun, they would be completely overwhelmed by the human wave tactics.
"Well, I will just use ordinary war poems and verbal sparring." Fang Yun said.
"Okay! I won't use any witchcraft!" Hu Si's eyes lit up and he was eager to fight.
Fang Yun closed his eyes slightly and said, "I have a new poem about hiding one's sword. Since Brother Hu is so warlike, I will give it to you. Maybe it will make you famous in history."
No one noticed that a hint of helplessness flashed across Fang Yun's eyes.
The humans and the demons were all puzzled. Zang Fengshi knew everything, but what did Zang Fengshi have to do with Hu Si's fame in history
Kong Dexi from the human race rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and looked at Fang Yun happily.
Fang Yun half squatted down, used his hand as a pen, concentrated his energy on his fingernails to act as the tip of the pen, and began to write on the huge leaves of the tree of heaven.
"A hermit rests his head on a precious sword, and the sound of it is heard in the night.
People say that the sword turns into a dragon, and I am afraid there will be wind and thunder... "
Fang Yun's calligraphy has entered the second realm. His writing is so wonderful that flowers bloom wherever words appear. At the same time, there is a sound when the pen falls, which can be heard by everyone.
The human scholar nodded slightly, as if he saw a hermit resting his head on a sword, and heard the sword suddenly ringing in the night. He remembered that someone said that the sword could turn into a dragon, and even cause storms and thunder, and cause great visions.
"Otherwise, I would be angry with the enemy and would want to march far away.
Take the wine and pour it on the sword, the treasure should be hidden..."
The hermit thought that even if the sword could not cause visions, it should be passionate about going out to fight the enemy because of hatred for the enemy. The hermit hurriedly got up and took the wine, poured the wine on the ground to worship the sword, and believed that the real treasure should be hidden like a hermit and not be too conspicuous.
"Is there no one who understands you? He will come and do what you want.
There is enough space in the box, why are you complaining?"
After Fang Yun finished writing the last four sentences, the ethnic group scholars suddenly realized.
"So that's how it is. In the end, the hermit said to the sword: 'How come no one in this world knows that you are a treasure? When the time is right, you will naturally be able to kill the enemy. The sword box is much larger than the sword, and there is still room. Why does it still make an unfair sound?' In this poem, Fang Yun compares himself to a hermit and his talent to a sword."
"Alas... As expected of Fang Zhenguo. Even though he is facing the punishment of the Moon Tree God, even though he knows that he is suppressed now, he still has hope in his heart, and still believes that he can kill the enemy like a sword. It is reasonable for the poem to have some resentment."
"This poem... has the majesty of a dragon and thunder, the tragic grandeur of serving the country generously, and Fang Yun's resentment of not being able to display his talents because of his impending death. The rich emotions are vividly presented, and the power must be extraordinary!"
"Why are you complaining? Because this world is unfair! The whole world should complain for Fang Yun!" A Jinshi growled angrily.
"Fang Yun has a talent that can measure up to heaven, how can he be confined to a sword box! Who knows Fang Yun! Who knows!"
"Look, it's actually a poem handed down from generation to generation!"
"This precious light is quite big..."
Fang Yun used a huge twenty-mile-long leaf as paper to write a poem, and saw layers of precious light covering the entire twenty-mile-long leaf.
The three layers of light, the original light, the first light and the handed down light, were like a huge sky curtain covering everyone's heads.
All the people and monsters present were stunned. Everyone had seen the light of war poems before, but this huge light had never been seen before.
Kong Dexi rolled his eyes and said, "We have also written war poems on giant leaves, but they never triggered precious light. This Fang Yun is like his hometown everywhere. He went to the Heavenly Tree to write a poem and it triggered such a big phenomenon. Could he be the real son of the Heavenly Tree?"
"The human race has finally created a war poem that can be passed down from generation to generation! Before, there was no such poem, and only a few people could create a poem to hide the sword and enhance their own or others' verbal skills. But now it's different. The effect of this poem is no less than that of the poem that calls on the sword!"
"I will leave the Heavenly Tree and return to Shengyuan Continent tomorrow. I must learn this hidden sword poem!"
Afterwards, the huge war poem light condensed into a ball of light and flew into Fang Yun's eyebrows.
The power of "Sword Song" by the famous poet Lu You entered the Wen Palace along with the light ball and was attached to Wen Dan.
Hu Si was originally running very fast, but he slowed down when he was one mile away from Fang Yun.
Tiger Clan Saint Hu Si lost his kingly spirit. He said with shame: "Fang Yun, let's discuss it. You don't need to use sharp words, and I only use half of my energy and blood. Let's have a good fight without cheating, how about it?"
The human race was made to laugh at the tiger tribe's holy son, and many monsters and barbarians also laughed and mocked the tiger heir.
However, Xiong Han and other demons looked unhappy. Fang Yun was almost invincible in the same level with his original hidden edge poem. Now Fang Yun put all his inner grief and anger into this battle poem. The effect of hidden edge can be imagined.
Fang Yun's mind was already in tune with the poem, and he didn't hear Hu Si's words at all. Instead, he looked at the precious light in the sky, with a hint of grief and indignation in his eyes.
I was afraid I wouldn't have the chance to draw my sword.
"There is still room for one box. Why are you complaining?" Fang Yun suddenly opened his mouth and spoke louder and louder, especially the last three words "complaining", which made Fang Yun's tongue thunder. It was earth-shattering.
It seemed as if the whole world was asking the same question: there was still space in the sword box, so why were you still complaining
The fourth level of precious light appeared above the huge leaves.
The precious light of poetry soul!
"Song of the Precious Sword" transcends the second realm!
When Fang Yun repeated the last line of "Sword Chant", the True Dragon Ancient Sword flew out from the air.
When the precious light of the poetry soul was formed, a layer of wind and a layer of thunder and lightning suddenly appeared on the True Dragon Ancient Sword. Just as the poem said, the sword turned into a true dragon and attracted wind and thunder.
“No…” Hu Si only felt a great power of heaven and earth emanating from the True Dragon Ancient Sword. He felt that he was as small as an ant in front of an elephant. He had no power to resist and could only scream instinctively.
"Puff..."
But in the blink of an eye, the True Dragon Ancient Sword pierced through Hu Si's forehead, flew out from behind him, and pierced through him completely.
The wound was charred, burned by the wind and thunder.
"How can he be so strong..." Hu Si closed his eyes and died.
The power of an ordinary Hidden Sword Poem will dissipate immediately after the Ancient Sword of Talent hits an enemy.
Many human scholars and tens of thousands of monsters watched the True Dragon Ancient Sword continue to fly forward. They thought that the wind and thunder forces on it would dissipate, but something incredible happened. The power did not weaken!
All the monsters and barbarians felt cold all over.
The power of Hidden Edge Poetry lies in the force of the first strike, which is extremely terrifying. However, Fang Yun's handed down Hidden Edge Poetry makes the power of Hidden Edge Poetry even higher, allowing that terrifying power to continue to exist.
While Fang Yun was walking towards the group of monsters, he recited the sword-summoning poem "Dragon Sword Poem".
"Swords and twin dragons, snowflakes shining on lotus..."
Immediately, an ancient dragon sword that was also entangled with the dual power of wind and thunder appeared in front of Fang Yun and flew towards the monster together.
Double swords hidden edge!
"Brothers, come together! Even if only one person can use one magic, we can drown him!"
"Kill! Attack the tongue first!"
But before the monster attacked, a scroll of military book flew out in front of Fang Yun.
The power of "concealing the truth" fell on the first ancient dragon sword, and the monsters and barbarians suddenly lost their target.
The power of "Secretly Crossing Chencang" entered the second True Dragon Ancient Sword, and the second True Dragon Ancient Sword suddenly disappeared, and then appeared among the group of monsters.
The monster exploded.
"Run!" The rat, deer, rabbit and other races turned around and ran.
However, less than 3,000 escaped, and the remaining 8,000 demons still held their ground. (To be continued...)