Lei Zhong Mo did not launch a sneak attack. Instead, he finished his speech in a straightforward manner. Then, he started to recite his poem of summoning soldiers. When he was in Hanlin Academy, he had been thinking about this poem. However, he could not complete it until he became a Grand Scholar and personally fought against the demons and barbarians. He felt inspired and created this poem.
The whole poem was about the human soldiers taking the initiative to attack the demons and barbarians. It was much more murderous than a normal poem.
"The autumn wind outside the Great Wall is cold."
Moreover, this poem had reached the second realm. It had the soul of poetry!
This meant that the soldiers summoned by this poem were comparable to the Grand Scholar's poem in many aspects.
The autumn wind was bleak. The withered leaves fell. Every leaf turned into a soldier. After one breath, the five thousand soldiers arranged themselves neatly and landed in front of Lei Zhong Mo.
Lei Zhong Mo did not say a word. He saw the person at the front of the army blow the bugle horn.
The five thousand soldiers rushed towards Fang Yun.
Lei Zhong Mo walked forward slowly. He always maintained a distance of two hundred feet from Fang Yun.
The real dragon and the poisonous flood dragon were still fighting in the sky. They continued to consume the two people's talents. However, the battle between the real dragon and the poisonous flood dragon was not as intense as before. The consumption of talents was greatly reduced.
Lei Zhong Mo seemed to be taking a stroll in the park. He was calm and collected. However, his ears moved slightly. He used the Grand Scholar's talent and consumed his talents. He wanted to hear what kind of poem Fang Yun would recite.
After a few breaths, Lei Zhong Mo heard the sound as he wished.
Fang Yun continued to walk forward. However, he was reciting the poem weakly.
"In my life, I have a heavy heart. My spirit overflows the three armies.
The wild sun splits the spear, the heavenly stars unite to form a sword.
The bowstring hugs the Han Moon, the horse tramples on Hu Chen.
If I don't enter the Great Wall for survival, I can only repay my lord with my death. "
Lei Zhong Mo was stunned. This poem had never appeared in the Saint Origin World. Moreover, it did not have the power to be passed down. Then he understood that this was probably the poem created by Fang Yun after he entered the Heaven Splitting Palace in the World of Battles.
Lei Zhongmo nodded gently, acknowledging that this was a good poem. He instantly memorized this poem in his mind and realized that his favorite was not the first line, but the three lines, "The sun parts its spear's shadow," "Heavenly Star Sword Text," and "The bowstring hugs the Han Moon."
After the poem was completed, the soldiers spread out behind Fang Yun.
Lei Zhongmo was stunned again.
The Monster King Gui Cong in the distance said happily, "I originally thought that Fang Xusheng wouldn't be able to do anything about Lei Zhongmo's Second Realm Great Scholar War Poem. I didn't expect him to be able to create a Ten Thousand Army War Poem. This way, even if he is at a disadvantage, he won't lose."
"Even if it's a war poem of ten thousand soldiers, it's still impossible for it to surpass a second realm Grand Scholar's army summoning poem. Out of all the treasured lights of poems, the treasured light that increases the realm of war poems is the strongest. It's a qualitative increase, unlike other treasured lights that only increase in quantity." The Whale Monster King, who had a good understanding of the human race, said.
"Fang Xusheng is Fang Xusheng after all." Gui Cong continued to use his human identity to call Fang Yun. He was as humble as Fang Yun's student.
Five thousand soldiers from beyond the Great Wall rushed towards Fang Yun. Ten thousand cavalrymen rushed towards Lei Zhongmo.
The armies summoned by the two Grand Scholars collided with a loud bang.
The Second Realm Great Scholar War Poem displayed its great power. Five thousand soldiers against ten thousand soldiers. Not only were they not at a disadvantage, they even had the tendency to pierce through the ten thousand cavalrymen.
The moment the two armies clashed, Lei Zhongmo revealed a faint smile. The Second Realm Great Scholar War Poem was ultimately stronger than the First Realm. Fang Yun's ten thousand cavalrymen suffered heavy losses.
However, in the next moment, Lei Zhongmo suddenly blinked his eyes. He was shocked to see that every soldier that died in Fang Yun's army turned into a weapon. It was either a bow, a sword, or a spear.
These weapons trembled slightly and charged towards Lei Zhongmo's Great Scholar War Poem.
Lei Zhongmo's Great Scholar War Poem was very strong. However, it was only a Great Scholar War Poem that relied on numbers to win. On the other hand, Fang Yun's Great Scholar War Poem Weapon relied on numbers to kill the Demon Kings!
The Great Scholar War Poem Weapon was a one-hit kill!
Then, Lei Zhongmo and all the Demon Kings saw that the Great Scholar War Poem Soldiers from both sides started to die in large numbers. Most of Fang Yun's soldiers were killed by the enemy's Great Scholar War Poem Soldiers, while most of Lei Zhongmo's soldiers were killed by the Great Scholar War Poem Weapons.
Gradually, Lei Zhongmo's Great Scholar War Poem Soldiers were at a disadvantage. This was because each of his Great Scholar War Poem Soldiers could not guarantee to kill two of Fang Yun's Great Scholar War Poem Soldiers on average. On the other hand, each of Fang Yun's Great Scholar War Poem Soldiers that died could guarantee to kill one of Lei Zhongmo's soldiers.
When Lei Zhongmo's Great Scholar War Poem Soldiers were all killed, Fang Yun's Great Scholar War Poem Soldiers were left with 1500.
Lei Zhong Mo sucked in a deep breath, and once again, he opened his mouth and summoned another five thousand soldiers to continue attacking.
Fang Yun still didn't turn back to look at Lei Zhongmo. He walked forward slowly and waited for Lei Zhongmo's Battle Poem Soldiers to approach. Only then did he recite the Battle Poem Soldiers again.
The True Dragon and the Venomous Flood Dragon had become one battlefield, and the two armies would become the second battlefield.
Their talent qi was constantly being depleted.
"In the third round, we will compete on the battle poems of famous generals!" Lei Zhong Mo breathed slowly and then recited Wei Qing's poem.
When the poem was completed, a general in silver armor and white horse stood on the ground. Lei Zhongmo's Battle Poet Soldier General suddenly seemed to have the help of God. He became stronger, faster, and more skillful. In the end, he perished together with Fang Yun's Battle Poet Soldier General.
As soon as Wei Qing appeared, Lei Zhongmo's battle poem was on par with Fang Yun's.
Wei Qing was a military scholar during the Han Dynasty. In terms of leading troops, he was best at attacking. Li Guang, who was at the same time, was good at defending. One of them was a spear, while the other was a shield. They became the nightmare of the demons and barbarians.
Then, Lei Zhongmo listened attentively.
Fang Yun continued to walk forward slowly, like an old porter. Due to the continuous attack of the dragon's power, he no longer looked like a scholar. He looked more like a beggar in distress.
However, Fang Yun was incomparably calm. His eyes were like the sea, reflecting the stars in the sky.
"The bright moon of the Qin dynasty, at the border of the Han dynasty, no one has returned from the ten thousand miles long war. But with Long Cheng Fei here, I will not teach the horses to cross the Yin Mountain. "
After listening to Fang Yun's poem, Lei Zhongmo looked as if he was struck by lightning. He stood rooted to the ground, unable to move.
"This poem can be said to be unparalleled since the beginning of time. It has traveled through hundreds of generations, traversed thousands of miles, and played with time and territory in the hands of pen and paper. Fang Xu Sheng's literary talent has already surpassed that of the Three Cao!"
"Moreover, this is a legendary battle poem! A legendary battle poem! Could it be that he is already the world's teacher? "
Lei Zhongmo was already stunned by this battle poem. He kept muttering to himself.
Lei Zhongmo was a member of the Lei family and Fang Yun's enemy. However, he was also a scholar.
Lei Zhongmo was not the only one. Even a few aquatic demon kings who liked human poems seemed to have gone crazy. They spoke incoherently.
Especially Gui Cong. He was overjoyed. He kicked his limbs like an old child.
"Good poem, good poem! One stroke connects the Qin and Han Dynasties, one sentence divides ten thousand miles! I have not followed him in vain! Good poem! "
However, even more demon kings did not care about the human's poem. Instead, they looked at Li Guang, who was formed by the poem. They wanted to know if Li Guang or Wei Qing was stronger.
The two historical figures who had a lot of history reunited at this moment.
After a while, Lei Zhongmo regained his senses and saw Wei Qing and Li Guang looking at each other from afar.
One held a sword, while the other held a longbow.
Lei Zhongmo sighed softly.
Wei Qing won with the art of war, while Li Guang was best with his battle poems.
Lei Zhongmo knew that in terms of one-on-one combat, Li Guang had the advantage. In terms of battle poems and generals, Wei Qing was outstanding.
Li Guang drew his bow and shot an arrow.
Wei Qing waved his sword to block.
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