After Wolf Man Hou, the Ice Knight formed by "Wind and Rain Dream Battle" appeared.
These ice knights were completely transformed into horse barbarians composed entirely of ice.
More than four hundred Ma Manhou walked on the smooth glacier road, broke through the wind and waves of the Ice Emperor, and rushed forward with all their might.
Zong Jibing smiled calmly and pointed at the four hundred Ma Manhous.
"Ice Peak."
"Boom..."
A pure white ice mountain peak emerged from the ground where the Ma Man Hous were, and rose rapidly with the power to split the sky and the earth, smashing all the running Ma Man Hous into ice chips, and at the same time knocking away two ancient dragon swords, finally forming a small mountain with a radius of fifty feet, standing between Fang Yun and Zong Jibing.
The ice peak exuded a strong chill, making the temperature of the entire battlefield even lower.
On the observation deck, countless scholars from the Kingdom of Qing cheered loudly, but scholars from other countries looked surprised. Something was wrong!
Zhang Poyue hurriedly said, "Mr. Hechuan, what's going on? You and I both know the power of the Ice Clan. He is just a Jinshi and only has part of the Ice Clan bloodline. How could he easily create such a strong ice peak?"
Jiang Hechuan shook his head and looked at the field nervously.
Fang Yun was in the game, but he was not lost. He found that Zong Jibing's Ice Emperor Star was actually absorbing all the ice power!
It was not until this moment that Fang Yun finally understood why Zong Jibing was confident of winning.
The Ice Clan is the favorite of the cold, just like the human race needs the sun to survive, the Ice Clan relies on absorbing the power of ice to grow stronger. The stronger the surrounding ice power is, the more comfortable the Ice Clan will be.
However, Fang Yun was caught off guard by the fact that Zong Jibing directly absorbed the Demon Ancestor's icy power. There had been no previous information showing that the Ice Emperor had such power.
Ice is only one of the powers of the Demon Ancestor, but it is the only power of the Ice Emperor.
Although the demon ancestor is strong, Fang Yun is just an ordinary star king, he does not have the blood of the demon ancestor, nor is he a demon barbarian. He just borrows the power of the demon ancestor.
But Zong Jibing is different. He is a descendant of the Ice Emperor and even the Zong Saint.
Zong Jibing is not borrowing the power of Ice Emperor, but inheriting it!
If this person is divided according to the power of demons and barbarians, he is no less than the Son of God!
Fang Yun did not hesitate and decisively withdrew the power of the Demon Ancestor Star, and the coldness of the battlefield suddenly dropped.
Zong Jibing's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he laughed loudly, "What a great Fang Xusheng, he actually saw the clues so quickly, not bad! But. I have the power of the star position, and you don't, you will definitely lose!"
Fang Yun took back the two True Dragon Ancient Swords, hung them in front of himself, and used all his strength to unleash a powerful wave of wind to weaken the waves that touched the virtual shadow of the osmanthus tree.
Fang Yun stood with a pen in hand, looking at Zong Jibing with a calm expression, and said: "The power of the star position. I have used it before, it is a double-edged sword. If you can defeat the enemy in a short period of time, everything will be fine, but if you can't defeat the enemy for a long time. The power of the star position is enough to drain your talent!"
"Then I want to see how you can resist my star power! I have a battle poem. It is not very powerful at ordinary times, but if it is combined with the Ice Emperor Star, its power is comparable to the Ice Peak just now. Once it is released, you will definitely lose!"
Fang Yun was not afraid. He said: "I have written poems about strong bows, poems about killing enemies, poems about hiding the blade, poems about blocking enemies, and even poems about summoning swords, but I have never written a poem about defensive warfare. Today, I will write my first poem about defensive warfare. I want to see which one is sharper, your spear or my shield!"
Zong Jibing raised his head high, not hiding his contempt, and said: "If you have the power of the star position, I am still afraid of you, but you have used up all your trump cards, then I will let you know the combined power of my star position and war poetry!"
After Zong Jibing finished speaking, he took a deep breath and picked up his pen to write the war poem "Ode to the Cold Lord".
"Han Jun's words stir up the winter wind..."
While Zong Jibing was writing, the Hundred-foot Ice Emperor behind him stood still, gazing into the distance, looking down upon everything. He was still emitting circular wind waves that blew in all directions, and the broken ice in the wind was glittering like a wind wall composed of starlight and crystal.
The wind and waves continued to hit the phantom of the osmanthus tree that was protecting Fang Yun. Even with the blessing of the Moon Phase Divine Stone, the phantom of the osmanthus tree was about to shatter and would definitely not last more than two breaths.
While Zong Jibing was writing, Fang Yun slowly adjusted his breathing, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and started writing. He wrote quickly and the words were completed in one breath.
"Liangzhou Ci."
"The Yellow River flows far away among the white clouds, and there is a lonely city on the ten thousand feet high mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows, the spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass!"
Original work Baoguang!
The first precious light!
A treasure passed down from generation to generation!
Add to that the power of Ink Turtle and Ink Girl, and the precious light is overwhelming!
Boom…
A miniature translucent fortress rose from the ground, with a radius of ten feet. Its scope has surpassed all the defensive war poems of the Jinshi scholars, and is also considered to be the best among the defensive war poems of the Hanlin scholars.
The translucent fortress has red walls and yellow tiles, with pavilions on the top and city walls on the bottom, which firmly protect Fang Yun.
On the city wall are three big characters written by the founding emperor of the Wu State himself.
Yumen Pass!
A powerful aura burst out from Yumen Pass, like the shouts of thousands of troops, or like the words of a king, forming an extremely powerful force that dissipates the chillness of the ancient land of Shihan.
Yumen Pass controls the strategic road and is a place that must be fought over by the Wu State and the barbarians. It has changed hands three times within a year, and more than 20 million monsters, barbarians and humans died within a hundred miles of Yumen Pass.
The significance of Yumen Pass is no less than that of the capital of a small country.
Countless soldiers sacrificed their lives, countless literati sang poems, and countless monsters and barbarians bowed their heads. It has become the spiritual symbol of the Wu State, embodying the will of the people and the military, and has already surpassed the fortune of a state.
Countless poets have written poems praising this magnificent pass, hoping to turn it into their own defensive war poems, but one must be at least a Grand Secretary to succeed. Below the rank of Grand Secretary, no one can claim the power of Yumen Pass for themselves.
There were cheers from the Wu State seats on the upper observation platform, and even the wise and capable king of Wu State was intoxicated by it.
"How magnificent! I have personally seen outside Yumen Pass, the yellow sand was everywhere and went straight up to the white clouds. However, compared with this line, 'The Yellow River flows far up among the white clouds', it is true but far less beautiful! The first line is so magnificent, as if I had seen the Yellow River flowing against the sky! How magnificent! Even if this "Liangzhou Ci" is not a war poem, it is at least a national treasure!" Lord Wu praised loudly.
A general of Wu State could not help but sigh, "If there is a chance, I will definitely have a long talk with Fang Xusheng. He certainly has never been to Yumen Pass, but he described Yumen Pass as if it was right in front of him. Others tried to turn Yumen Pass into a war poem, and only wrote about how majestic Yumen Pass was, but Fang Yun did not write directly. He first wrote about the Yellow River and white clouds in the distance of Yumen Pass, and then wrote about 'a lonely city and a mountain of ten thousand feet'. There is a majestic pass on the mountain of ten thousand feet. The word 'lonely' and the word 'million' describe the remoteness, loneliness and magnificence of Yumen Pass!"
Those scholars who have never been to Yumen Pass finally understood that the lonely city is located in the mountains thousands of feet high. Although it seems to describe the remoteness and helplessness of Yumen Pass, it is actually praising Yumen Pass for standing proudly on the mountains. It is better to say that it is a deserted city than a lonely city.
"The last two sentences also have double meanings, with helplessness and heroic spirit. Why use the Qiang flute to play "Yangliu Qu" to complain about the lack of spring? It is because the spring breeze cannot reach Yumen Pass at all. However, the generals and soldiers of our Wu country and the patriots of our human race can stand proudly like this majestic pass in a place where the spring breeze cannot reach! Let me ask, who in the world is so majestic! With such heroic spirit!" (To be continued..)