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Ancient Desolate City, Hunting Ground Island, Bridgehead Fortress. ☆ →
The battle had reached its climax. Ordinary scholars and ordinary barbarians targeted the fortress walls and engaged in an intense battle. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and countless people died.
The scholars and the barbarian kings fought at low altitude. There were many of them, but they couldn't advance an inch under the combined efforts of the human universities.
High in the sky, the battle between the great scholars and the Genman Of Baekje had reached its climax.
Although the barbarian kings had the word "king" in their names, only the great demon kings and great barbarian kings had the right to be called kings. Every king had their own title.
Among them, the strongest king title was the Demon Emperor.
The great scholar, Nangong Leng, held a scroll of Half-saint scriptures in his hand and slowly recited. Every word he recited would be transformed into a powerful force by Profound Words and attacked the Genman Of Baekje. With every word Nangong Leng said, all the Genman Of Baekje within a hundred-mile radius would tremble, and a huge opening would appear.
There was Ye Hongyu, a great scholar who only knew how to wield a sword of words. He didn't use any fancy moves, nor did he use any special effects. He was just like an ordinary Grand Scholar. He attacked with sword after sword, but he was able to force the five Archfiends into a corner.
The great scholar, Sai Xiaoyu, raised his brush and didn't say anything. However, war paintings kept flying in front of him. Strange flying barbarians broke out of the paintings and entangled the demon kings.
The great scholar, Zhou Qingtian, had two layers of writing platforms behind him. The first layer was the "Ten Thousand Army Writing Platform." Translucent human cavalrymen kept flying out of the writing platform and into the army. The translucent army seemed to have merged into one. Killing intent gathered into weapons and slashed at the demon kings.
The second layer was the "Three Kingdoms Writing Platform" of the Shi Family. The shadows of Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan stood on it. They looked down on the world. Once a great demon king got close, it would immediately fall into chaos. They couldn't advance or retreat and were even heavily injured by Zhou Qingtian.
There were also many great scholars working together. If they fought the great demon kings one-on-one, they would definitely lose. However, they were outnumbered.
Although Li Wenying had just become a great scholar, he could fight against two great barbarian kings with the Blood Bleeding Ancient Sword. He only had the "Sword Pavilion Writing Platform" behind him. The platform did not have any direct destructive power, but it allowed his Blood Draining Ancient Sword to grow and multiply endlessly, making it indestructible.
While controlling the Blood Draining Ancient Sword, Li Wenying would occasionally use his own Wind and Rain Sword Poem to assist his attacks or help the other scholars.
Li Wenying's "Wind and Rain Sword Poem" was originally a battle poem of Jinshi, but after he cultivated it to the third realm, its power was equivalent to that of a Grand Scholar's battle poem. However, Li Wenying was already a Great Scholar, so the power of a Grand Scholar's battle poem was slightly lacking.
However, he had just become a great great scholar. It wasn't easy to use other battle poems, so the Wind and Rain Sword Poem was still the most suitable.
Li Wenying blocked two great demon kings with his sword and recited the Wind Wind Sword Poem at the same time.
While reciting the Wind Wind Sword Poem, Li Wenying suddenly heard a strange cauldron sound. The sound of the cauldron was very contradictory. It clearly made people feel that the sound was clearer than that of an ordinary cauldron, but it also felt that the sound was heavier than that of an ordinary cauldron.
Li Wenying didn't think too much. He finished reciting the Wind Wind Sword Poem and was about to attack. He was slightly stunned.
The Wind Wind Sword Poem suddenly rose from the third realm to the fourth realm!
An old man in coarse short clothes appeared in front of Li Wenying. The old man looked like a farmer, but Li Wenying felt that he could control all the wind and rain in the world. No climate change could escape the old man's control.
In just an instant, Li Wenying came to a realization and recognized the old man's identity.
The sky within a five-kilometer radius suddenly darkened. Then, it started to rain heavily. However, every drop of rain quickly became bigger and turned into sharp swords. They were densely packed without any gaps.
There were dozens of Genman Of Baekje within a five-kilometer radius. All of them were caught off guard and were attacked by the Wind Wind Sword Poem.
"Pfff … Pfff … Pfff …"
Every Genman Of Baekje was injured by at least a hundred divine swords made of rainwater. Their wounds were frozen and didn't bleed. However, their qi and blood were evaporating at a terrifying speed.
The demon kings were extremely strong, but they couldn't get rid of the injuries caused by the Wind Wind Sword Poem in a short time.
"Fourth realm battle poem!" A great demon king shouted in horror as he retreated.
The great demon king closest to Li Wenying was in a miserable state. He was pierced, torn, cut, and strangled by hundreds of thousands of wind and rain swords. His body was completely destroyed. Before his soul could escape, it was pierced by the Blood Draining Ancient Sword and died.
This was the first great demon king to die in the battle at the bridgehead stronghold outside the hunting ground island.
A few wind and rain swords flew down and injured a large number of demons and barbarians. Among them, there were three demon kings and barbarians who were hit by more than ten swords. They died immediately. More than 50 demon kings and barbarians were killed.
The fourth realm battle poem was the Holy Soul Battle Poem. The old man who controlled the wind and rain was the Holy Soul of the farmer Half-saint Xu Xing!
However, Li Wenying wasn't the only one who experienced the transformation of battle poems.
Everyone who used battle poems in the Ancient Desolate City had their battle poems increased by one realm!
In just a few breaths' time, 21 demon kings and barbarians, 139 demon kings and barbarian kings, and more than 5,000 demon kings and barbarians were killed in the various battlefields in the Ancient Desolate City. There were more than a million demon barbarians, and more than ten million demon barbarians were injured. Most of them were affected by the sudden transformation of battle poems by the great scholars and scholars.
This was only the damage caused by the Cauldron of Poetry.
Due to the sudden transformation of the human race's strength, the demons and barbarians were temporarily in chaos. The human race seized the opportunity and doubled the casualties of the demons and barbarians!
All the human scholars in the Ancient Desolate City were puzzled. Many of the great scholars and scholars even reported it to the various saints.
None of the Half-saint replied.
Because no Half-saint had seen this power before, they couldn't deduce the source of the power. They could only guess.
The source of the Cauldron of Poetry was Fang Yun's "Sutra Volcano".
Under the amplification of the sacred blood, the Cauldron of Poetry, and various other powers, the power of "Sutra Volcano" skyrocketed. It even reached the peak of Hanlin's battle poems, infinitely close to the battle poems of the great scholars.
Hanlin's peak was broken, and the great scholars destroyed the city!
One mile in front of Fang Yun, the ground with a diameter of 1,000 feet suddenly cracked open. A large amount of magma flowed out. Then, with a loud bang, a volcano rose from the ground!
All the demons and barbarians in the vicinity of the volcano, whether they were the Corpse Soldiers, Demon Commanders, or Demon Marquises, were swallowed by the volcano before they could even scream.
However, the scholars were only slightly happy. They didn't have any hope of escaping death. No matter how big the volcano was, it was only 1,000 feet in diameter. At most, it could only kill 10,000 barbarians.
"Lei Li" was originally nervous, but when he saw the appearance of the volcano, he smiled contemptuously.
"It's just so-so."
However, a strange scene appeared.
A huge magma ball with a diameter of 500 feet flew out of the volcano. With a piercing sound, it smashed into a group of surviving barbarians. There were only 3,000 Demon Commanders and Demon Marquises.
"Bang …"
Half of the Demon Commanders and Demon Marquises were hit by the magma ball and died!
This wasn't the end. The volcano spat out nine more huge magma balls with a diameter of 500 feet. They flew in the sky at the speed of a roar. They flew to the densest areas of the barbarians and smashed down fiercely.
The Lord of Pestilence was extremely distressed. Ten huge magma balls had killed at least 50,000 barbarians and reduced the number of barbarians by one-fifth. Moreover, this was magma. Even if he came personally, he wouldn't be able to turn the ashes of the barbarians into Corpse Soldiers.
The Lord of Pestilence snorted. "It's only 50,000 to 60,000 casualties."
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