A new round of battle began. A hundred thousand demons and barbarians surrounded the castle. A large number of zombie soldiers rushed over, trying to use their bodies as ladders to scale the walls.
However, the human scholars were experienced. Not only did they summon a large number of vitality soldiers to defend the walls, they also filled the walls with vitality soldiers, shooting continuously.
The Mohist Castle was not just a building. There were many mechanisms inside. Often, demons and barbarians would break through the defense of the vitality soldiers and scale the walls. A hole would immediately appear on the walls. Many spears would suddenly pierce through the hole and then quickly retract.
A large number of spears went in and out of the walls, killing countless demons and barbarians.
With the castle, the pressure on the human scholars was greatly reduced. Some people even started to discuss in the gaps between the armchair strategizing.
"Who has a better idea? No matter how fast we recover our talent, it can't compare to the consumption. "
"There's no other way. We can only release the power of the stars at the end. Maybe we can kill all the demons and barbarians."
"There are six to seven hundred thousand of them! That means there are still six to seven hundred thousand zombie soldiers. We can't kill them all! Look at the sun fire in the sky, it's getting smaller and smaller. "
Just as that person said that, Zhang Zhixing sighed and pointed downwards. A huge fireball smashed down on the demons and barbarians.
However, the demons and barbarians were already prepared. Thousands of Goblin Commanders attacked together. A large amount of demonic arts attacked and shattered the sun fire.
The shattered flames fell and only burned two thousand barbarians and barbarians to death. "Tsk, tsk, tsk.
"Damn it! Including the barbarians and barbarians we killed earlier, it's like three hundred scholars fighting a million barbarians and barbarians! If we had endless talent, we wouldn't be afraid even if there were ten million of them. However, our talent is limited. How can we be a match for a million barbarians and barbarians! "
He Ludong said helplessly, "When we were in the Two World Mountain, I didn't care about demon soldiers, demon generals, or even demon commanders. But now, we have to die because of these beasts. I really don't want to accept this."
"If only there was a scholar here. With Profound Words and the 'Qi Recovery Poem', we can definitely use our talent and recover a portion of it quickly. "
"The Qi Recovery Poem is one of the most difficult poems to write. Only a few scholars or scholars can write it. There's only one that has been passed down. At least a scholar can use it."
"Don't be delusional. Although Qi poems can help us recover a certain amount of talent, don't forget that Qi poems are far more difficult to compose than Killing Enemy Poems. As long as the Killing Enemy Poems are about battle scenes or weapons, even Xiucai can compose them. But the Echo Poem was different. What kind of scenery could restore one's talent? Not at all. You have to go through the surface and go straight to the inside to form your insights and principles. Only then can you write a Qi poem. "
"Indeed. It can even be said that the Qi Recovery Poem actually involves the power of the Divine Path. Only those who are at least close to the edge of the Divine Path can create it. "
"Sigh. We are merely Grand Scholars. How can we compose such a poem? Don't even think about it. "
"That's right. That kind of poem must have the sound of a sage. How could a Grand Scholar … "Qiao Juze suddenly shut his mouth and instinctively turned to look at Fang Yun.
The others looked at Fang Yun.
Qiao Juze continued, "Here we are. There really was a monstrous genius. Back then, he wasn't even a High Scholar, but he was able to trigger the sound of the Divine Dao! "
"Fang Xusheng, can you think of something? Compose a 'Qi Recovery Poem' on the spot? "A newly advanced scholar asked.
"Hahahaha …" Lei Li, who was not far away, laughed loudly. "You pitiful slaves. What's that saying again? It's a saying that I really hate. Yes, it's a desperate situation. Even Bensei knows that a Qi Recovery Poem is hard to compose, but you guys are delusional. You really make Bensei laugh his head off. Don't worry, I'll give you time. Fang Yun, take your time to think about a Qi Recovery Poem. The castle is so small anyway. At the same time, the number of demons and barbarians that can participate in the attack is limited. Don't worry! Hahaha … "
The Lord of Plague's mockery made the Grand Scholars lose face.
"The Lord of Plague is a bastard. If I don't die in the future and have the strength to face him, I'll definitely pull out all his teeth!"
"Forget it. Actually, what he said is true. Fang Xusheng is very talented. It's not strange for him to compose all kinds of war poems and gallbladder poems. However, a Qi Recovery Poem is different. A Qi Recovery Poem is not emotional. It's more interesting and logical. After all, Fang Xusheng is still young. Even if he occasionally uses the Voice of the Sage, it's impossible for him to compose a Qi Recovery Poem that contains great logic. "
Hearing that the others did not believe in Fang Yun, the Jingguo Grand Scholars, who had always defended Fang Yun, did not speak. Both Zhang Zhixing and Qiao Juze were silent.
This was because what they said made sense. A war poem was an external force, but a Qi Recovery Poem involved the talent of the literary palace. It was not enough to be poetic. It also had to contain true logic.
Fang Yun started the battle normally. However, after hearing what the others said, he summoned a large number of Icy Cavalry and returned to his seat.
Time passed slowly. The demons and barbarians arrived one after another. The 600,000 strong army surrounded the Mo Clan's castle.
However, the Mo Clan's castle was too small. There were less than 10,000 demons and barbarians that could attack at the same time. The demons and barbarians behind could only wait.
Lei Li did not seem anxious at all. He was extremely patient.
Time passed minute by minute. As the talent decreased, many Grand Scholars felt despair. However, they still gritted their teeth and fought.
Suddenly, a Gyeongo man said in a low voice, "Fang Xusheng has not participated in the battle for a long time. Only Wu Die has been here."
"Eh? I just remembered. How can this be? Why is he sitting in the center seat? "
"Fang Zhenguo is not afraid of death. However … could it be that he has lost his fighting spirit?"
"It can't be. His words just now were sonorous and powerful."
"It's impossible."
"But why hasn't he participated in the battle?"
"Forget it. Maybe he's tired and wants to continue fighting."
"Sigh. Most people's talent will be exhausted in 15 minutes at most. However, I won't be discouraged. Even if my talent is exhausted, I will still fight the barbarians with my bare hands! "
"Fang Xusheng might be thinking of a way to win."
"It's possible."
Some Grand Scholars believed that Fang Yun was not slacking off. However, some Grand Scholars looked at Fang Yun with disappointment. No one had expected that the great Xusheng would have a problem at such a crucial moment.
If not for the fact that Fang Yun was in the Illusionary Divine stage and had written so many poems, these Grand Scholars would have thought that he was "useless".
However, Fang Yun's status was too high. He had also made great contributions to the battle. Therefore, everyone only sighed in their hearts. No one openly criticized Fang Yun.
Even Ji Zhibai just shook his head and continued to fight.
"I don't have much talent left. It's less than half an inch." Ma Chaoming looked back helplessly at those who were meditating. Eighty percent of them had just sat there to recover their talent.
"I don't have much either."
"I can't keep the power of the star position until I die! Let me do it. " As Sun Renbing spoke, he used his star position power and summoned Sun Tzu's will to change the surrounding environment. He turned the ground outside the city into a swamp and strengthened the Mohist fortress.
Then, the other Grand Scholars released their star position power one after another.
Everyone's star position power was very strong. They could kill thousands or even tens of thousands of barbarians at once.
However, there were only a few people who had star position power.
Yan Yukong sighed deeply. He used to be the top scholar and was very talented. However, he was only a new Grand Scholar now. No matter how talented he was, his talent was only a little more than an inch. No matter how talented he was, he was not familiar with the Grand Scholar battle poems. No matter how talented he was, he had just started to fight with words.
"Everyone, I'll take my leave first." After Yan Yukong spoke in a low voice, he took out a large knife from the Lakeshore Shell and was about to jump down to die with the barbarians.
Zong Wude pulled Yan Yukong's sleeve and said, "You can't."
Yan Yukong smiled. "It's just death. Why can't I?"
"Eh? Why is Fang Xusheng sitting there and writing poems? "
Someone said. Yan Yukong hurriedly looked at Fang Yun.
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