Under the mockery of the Monster Kings, Fang Yun picked up his brush and wrote a second poem. It was also a Saint Page and also infused with a drop of Saint Blood.
"Fang Xusheng really thinks highly of us. If all the poems he gave us required the Saint Page and Saint Blood, even if we lost, it would not be considered a loss."
"I want to see how he can stop the eleven of us by himself!"
Half of the Monster Kings were really mocking Fang Yun while the other half stared at Fang Yun cautiously.
"Surprised by the cold, I see the bright sky again. Knowing the heavy snow at night, I hear the sound of bamboo snapping. "
Hu Li looked at Fang Yun in a daze. She did not understand Fang Yun's intention. This poem was also not a battle poem and did not have any strong offensive power. It was just describing a very common thing in winter: The weather was too cold and people woke up from the cold. When they looked outside, they could hear the sound of bamboo snapping under the heavy snow. Only then did they know that it had snowed heavily last night.
Hu Li admitted that this poem was very well written, especially the last line 'I hear the sound of bamboo snapping'. It was the finishing touch of the poem. It described how heavy the snow was from an extremely rare angle. Coupled with the heavy snow, it was as if everything had happened in front of her eyes.
However, Hu Li could not understand why Fang Yun did not write a battle poem and instead wasted the Saint Page and Saint Blood to write such a poem.
After the poem was completed, it turned the void into reality.
Large amounts of Heaven Earth Yuan Qi surged. The snowflakes were originally the size of a palm, but now they were the size of two palms. Furthermore, their weight increased. When they landed in the hands, they were like large pieces of metal.
Bang bang bang …
Pieces of snowflakes fell to the ground and made crisp sounds. Soon, the corpses of the Ice Demon Kings were covered by the snow.
The Monster Kings thought that the new poem would be very powerful, but they soon laughed.
"Good poem! Good poem! " Dragon King Zhen Hai pretended to be a scholar and said, "In terms of detail, this poem is better than the previous one. I am also considered a well-read poet, but there is one thing I don't understand. Why did Fang Xusheng use the snow to smash us to death?"
The demon kings laughed loudly. The snowflakes were indeed very heavy, but the blood and qi of these demon kings surged around them. All the snowflakes were still pushed away, and could not threaten them at all.
"You guys don't understand Fang Xusheng's painstaking efforts. Now that it's snowing so heavily and heavily, I'm afraid he's trying to build a Great Wall of Ice to stop us."
"I have to say that the human race is indeed an intelligent race. How could we stupid barbarians come up with such an ingenious method!"
"This poem is good. When I return to the Demon Realm, I will have someone write it down and frame it."
"This is only the second poem. There are still the third and fourth."
Many demon kings continued to watch Fang Yun as they walked. Now, even more demon kings were relaxed. Only the Sea Suppression Dragon King and the two demon kings from the Ancestral God Clan were still worried. They stared at Fang Yun to prevent Fang Yun from launching a sneak attack.
Fang Yun turned a deaf ear to the Monster King's mockery and continued to write the third poem, which also contained the Saint Page and Saint Blood.
The first sentence he wrote shocked the demon monarchs.
"The Torch Dragon resides in the Humble Sect, its brilliance still blooming."
The Torch Dragon was an ancient ferocious creature with a human face and a snake body. Its body was a thousand miles long. This sentence referred to the dragons residing in the Humble Sect of the North. Its gaze was like the sun and moon. When it opened its eyes, the world was bright. When it closed its eyes, the world was dark.
Then, all the demon kings shut up and waited quietly for Fang Yun to write.
"Why can't the sun and moon shine? Only the North Wind rages from the sky.
Snowflakes as big as a mat on Mount Yan are blown down to the Xuanyuan Stage.
Youzhou misses his wife in December. When he stops singing and laughing, two moths destroy him.
Leaning on the door and looking at the passers-by, he misses the Great Wall.
When he leaves, he lifts his sword to save the border, leaving behind this tiger's golden Suan Ni.
Among them is a pair of white-feathered arrows. A spider spins a web to raise dust.
The arrows are empty. The man died in battle, never to return.
Can't bear to see this thing, it has been burned to ashes.
The soil of the Yellow River can be stuffed, but the snow of the North Wind and Rain is hard to deal with. "
The poem absorbed a large amount of Heaven Earth Essence Qi. The page floated in the air and didn't burn immediately because it required too much Heaven Earth Essence Qi.
No demon king mocked the poem for not being a war poem. Even if it wasn't, it was still a rare poem.
The poem first described the Torch Dragon's eyes as bright as the sun and the moon. Then, it described how the Torch Dragon couldn't shine on the northern border. Only the violent northern wind descended from the sky. The snowflakes on Mount Yan were as big as a bamboo mat. They landed on the Xuanyuan Stage one after another.
The beginning was an exaggerated description of how cold the north was and how big the snowflakes were. Then, it began to describe how a woman missed her husband who had gone to the Great Wall to guard the border. Finally, she knew that her husband had died in battle and burned his belongings to ashes.
Finally, it lamented that no matter how wide or deep the Yellow River was, it could be slowly filled with soil. However, the grief and hatred of parting with life and death were like the snowstorm in the north. They were boundless and never-ending.
When they heard that the poem began with the Torch Dragon, the demon kings who were especially knowledgeable in poetry felt that something was amiss. When they heard 'the snowflakes on Mount Yan are as big as a mat', they realized that this poem was somewhat extraordinary.
After the third poem absorbed enough Heaven Earth Essence Qi, it turned from nothingness to reality.
The snowstorm between the heaven and earth intensified.
The wind was like a resentful woman's angry cry, affecting one's mind.
The snowflakes suddenly became bigger. They were as big as a mat and as heavy as a grinder.
Previously, the snowflakes were just falling. Now, the snowflakes could only be described as smashing down.
Not far away, Bing Tong was dumbfounded. The sky was filled with snowflakes that were the size of a mat. They fell down like stones. Every snowflake could allow two people to lie side by side on the ground.
The sky above Skyscraper Cliff was completely berserk. The power of the Northwind pushed the wind to its limit and increased the cold to its limit. As for the huge snowflakes that were like falling stones, they fell from the sky continuously. It was a spectacular sight.
Fang Yun himself watched this strange scene for a while.
The demon kings were smashed by the huge snowflakes one after another. They already knew that their strength could not naturally repel the snowflakes. They had no choice but to release more Qi and blood power or Dragon Power to resist the huge snowflakes.
The huge snowflakes fell continuously. It was like humans being hit by flies. It was not painful, but it was irritating.
"Fang Yun! Is this all you know? "A demon king could not help but mock him angrily.
"What's the meaning of giving us three poems?"
"Write the fourth one immediately. Once you finish it, it will be your death!"
"No matter how many poems of this level there are, it will not stop us from killing you!"
"Everyone, we will be near Fang Yun soon. Let's attack together and break through Wu Houche's barrier to kill him!"
A portion of the demon kings were truly angry. However, there were a few scattered demon kings who were uneasy. They did not think that Fang Yun would be so stupid. Therefore, they secretly transmitted their voices.
"Sea Guardian Dragon King, I feel that the situation is not good. Why don't we use our strongest attack in advance and end it as soon as possible?"
"I think we should wait. Sea Guardian Dragon King can use the Heaven Earth Dragonification Technique and can naturally recover his strength immediately. However, we can't. Once we use our full strength, our bodies will not be able to withstand it. Let's wait a little longer. We cannot fail at the last moment. "
"This third poem is very strange. It is clearly not a battle poem and cannot hurt us. Why does he dare to use the name of Torch Dragon? Once it is used, will it cause an accident? "
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