"Wait a moment. I'll take care of this scholar and then I'll take your life!" Hu Ding said and strode towards Fang Yun.
With one step, he crossed more than ten feet.
Hu Ding quickly approached Fang Yun. The fist of Qi and blood in his right hand was like black magma, distorting the surrounding air. It seemed to have the power to destroy an area.
Fang Yun lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. Then, another Great Confucian Pen appeared in the air, controlled by the power of the Divine Pen. It was soaked in the ink of the Inkstone Turtle and hung in the air.
"Thank you, Barbarian King Hu Ding, for helping me fulfill my wish of traveling in the north," Fang Yun said and wrote with the pen in his hand. At the same time, he wrote a poem.
With the help of the Divine Pen and One Mind, Fang Yun wrote three poems at the same time. He only wrote one battle poem.
Snow on Tianshan Mountain in May. No flowers, only cold.
Plucked willows are heard in the flute. Spring has not been seen.
Battle at dawn follows the golden drum. Sleep at night hugs the jade saddle.
I'm willing to slay Loulan with my sword at my waist!
Fang Yun's voice echoed in the air. The scholar's words were heavenly. Everyone seemed to see the image of the poem in front of them. Even though it was May on Tianshan Mountain, there were no spring flowers. There was only cold ice and snow. Only when the flute played the song "Plucked Willows" would one know that it was spring.
The warriors of Tianshan Mountain fought against the barbarians. During the day, they fought with the sound of gongs and drums. At night, they hugged the saddle and slept, ready to fight at any time. Seeing this scene, the poet was excited. He was willing to take out his weapon and destroy the ancient city of Loulan that was occupied by the barbarians!
When the poem was finished, the original and original treasured lights appeared. The pages of the poem burned and turned into a snow-white sword with a jade handle. The tip of the sword pointed downwards and floated in the air, emitting a biting cold light.
The Divine Pen and the poem also formed a sword.
Three ice swords floated in front of Fang Yun.
Everyone saw that the ground with Fang Yun as the center started to freeze. The cold air spread in all directions and froze the ground, making cracking sounds.
Many scholars were convinced. They did not expect that Fang Yun, who had just become a Grand Scholar, could compose a Grand Scholar War Poem.
Hu Ding laughed out loud and said, "It's just three swords. Nice to look at but useless. This king is here. Let's see how you cut them!"
Fang Yun looked at Hu Ding indifferently and gently reached out to grab the first Snow Slashing Sword. At the same time, a soldier from the Wan Min Wen Platform suddenly jumped out and pounced on Fang Yun, turning into a transparent figure of light and enveloping Fang Yun.
Fang Yun and the soldier wielded the Snow Slashing Sword at the same time.
No one heard a sound, but a soul-tearing cry resounded in everyone's hearts. This cry contained anger, confusion, hesitation, and even fear. However, these emotions fused together to form a cry of unyielding courage!
Fang Yun and the soldier wielded the Snow Slashing Sword on the left side of their bodies, as if the sword was hanging at their waists. The tip of the sword was deep into the ground.
Fang Yun took a step forward with his right foot and swung the sword upwards. With a swoosh, the sword cut open the ground, leaving a thin sword mark with a streak of sparks.
The two sides were one mile away from each other. Normally, the battle poem of a normal Grand Scholar should be able to reach that distance. However, Fang Yun only held a three-foot long sword in his hand, which didn't seem to be able to hurt someone one mile away. All the scholars held their breath, not wanting to see a useless attack.
Hu Ding's face showed contempt. This person was so far away, but he still swung the sword upwards. It was impossible for him to hurt the Silver Tent Brute King.
But in the next moment, Hu Ding's face changed dramatically.
The sword was clearly only three feet long, but the tip of the sword did not even come out of the ground as it moved from the back to the front.
Everyone saw that the ground between Fang Yun and the tiger cauldron instantly split open into an extremely long fissure.
Then, a huge Snow Slashing Sword revealed its true form. It swung up from the ground, splashing sand and dust to both sides.
The Snow Slashing Sword had become bigger!
Hu Ding bent down and punched the crack under his feet. The huge Snow Slashing Sword was rising rapidly from the crack.
Boom!
Everyone saw that under the illumination of Wen Qu's starlight, Fang Yun was holding a gigantic snow-slashing sword that was over one li long. It was sparkling and translucent like jade. It struck Hu Ding's right fist and sent him flying into the sky.
The moment the sword reached the sky, the sword body exploded, turning into heavy snow that fell down. A strong chill spread over ten miles.
Hu Ding, who was in mid-air, spat out a mouthful of blood. The powerful Qi and blood fist on his right hand had already been cut apart and dissipated. His right fist was numb, but in an instant, a new Qi and blood wrapped around his right hand, forming a Qi and blood armor. Demonic fiendish flames surged out, attaching themselves to the outside of the Qi and blood armor.
The Barbarian Tribe Leader in the distance heaved a sigh of relief. Hu Ding was the Silver Tent Brute King after all. He was one realm higher than Fang Yun. The Qi and Blood Fist formed by his full strength was very strong. It could definitely block any War Poem.
The human scholars widened their eyes, especially Marquis Lumen, Wei Changxian and the rest of the Lumen Army. They did not expect that Fang Yun could break Hu Ding's full strength attack with just a War Poem. The Qi and Blood Fist was definitely second only to the Brute King's strongest Saint Form attack.
Hu Ding also heaved a sigh of relief. But from the corner of his eyes, he saw that the soldier light figure that enveloped Fang Yun disappeared. Another swordsman jumped down from the Wanmin Literary Platform and turned into a light figure to envelop Fang Yun.
Anyone who saw the swordsman's light figure, no matter where they were, felt a sense of crisis. They only felt that when the swordsman was angry, even if he was facing the Master of Ten Thousand Realms, he still had the determination to kill the enemy. He was not afraid of death and only wanted to do justice.
Fang Yun and the swordsman still held their swords at the same time and placed their swords on the left side of their bodies. But this time, they did not flick their swords forward. Instead, they swung their swords upward. When the tip of the swords pointed to the sky, they raised their swords like a mountain and slashed at Hu Ding who was a mile away.
This time, the swords did not go deep into the ground. Everyone saw that in the process of slashing down, the Snow Slashing Sword expanded hundreds of times in an instant. It was as if it was made of crystal. With a bright light, it slashed at Hu Ding who was just falling from the sky.
The other five Barbarian Kings did not fight with Fang Yun, but when they saw the Snow Slashing Sword slashing down, they subconsciously retreated.
Hu Ding, who was facing Fang Yun, instincts told him that he would definitely die if he was hit. So he roared and the shadow of the Barbarian Saint of the Tiger Clan appeared behind him.
Saint's Strike!
"Roar …"
Hu Ding roared and raised his right fist high. The shadow of the Barbarian Saint behind him also raised his right fist. The two of them attacked the Snow Slashing Sword together.
The giant Snow Slashing Sword flashed down like lightning and hit Hu Ding's right fist.
Boom!
It exploded in mid-air. Endless light erupted like a meteor shower, bright and gorgeous.
Everyone heard a blood-curdling scream and saw the Tiger Cauldron falling down. Its right arm exploded into pieces of flesh and blood, dyeing the sky red with the snow.
The blood and Qi armor and demonic flames around Hu Ding's body disappeared. Its body was covered with sparkling ice, causing its body to become extremely slow.
"This is a rare two-faced battle poem. It has the sharpness of the sword and the freezing of the ice. Both of them have the same strength. Previously, the Dragon-Elephant deliberately did not trigger it. When Hu Ding was injured, its blood and Qi and demonic aura were exhausted, it suddenly triggered it." Zhang Qingfeng said happily.
Hu Ding kept falling down. A hint of panic flashed in its eyes. Because its body was almost frozen, it could not even land steadily. Moreover, it was facing a greater threat.
Fang Yun still had a third Snow Slashing Sword.
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