The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1850 Enemies in the Snow

"It has a power close to that of the fourth realm, and it may even be the power of the fourth realm "Dream of Wind and Rain". What is the reason?" Fang Yun was puzzled.

As he practiced, Fang Yun became more and more surprised, because all the war poems related to ice and snow would be more than doubled in power here, which is equivalent to having an extra layer of precious light, while similar war poems of ordinary scholars can only be enhanced by 20% to 30% here. Only the ice and snow war poems of the half-blood people of the Ice Clan can be improved to such a strong degree.

The increase in "Dream of Wind and Rain" is easy to say, after all, there is "Iron Horses and Ice Rivers Come into Dreams", but there is only one sentence in "Beheading Loulan" "Snow on Tianshan Mountain in May, No Flowers, Only Cold" in the poem, which is just an embellishment to highlight the cold weather at the border, but even so, the war poem sword is also extremely powerful.

As for the war poems such as "Ode to the Qin People" and "Breaking Loulan", even if they only mention "cold" or "snowy mountains", the power is also improved, which is completely different from others.

Normal humans use war poems in the Ten Cold Ancient Land, and only those whose main power involves ice, frost and snow will have their power increased.

"Is it because of the power of the Star King or the power of the ancient monster?" Fang Yun had a thought in his mind and quickly returned to normal, spending his time on practice and no longer worrying too much about the source of power.

After several hours of practice, Fang Yun was very calm, and the power of many war poems increased dramatically. The power of the five war poems, "Dream War in the Wind and Rain", "Ode to the Qin People", "Breaking Loulan", "Night Attack" and "Moon Blade Walking in the Sky", was significantly enhanced.

Fang Yun tried to learn the war poems handed down from the Holy Temple, but the power increased was limited, far less powerful than the war poems he wrote.

Fang Yun did not delve into this matter because he had neither the energy nor the time.

After the practice, Fang Yun returned to his residence in Wanxing Pass and began to make final preparations for casting the Medical Writing Platform.

There are many types of medical writing platforms. Fang Yun knew that if he condensed those orthodox medical writing platforms, he would never be able to compare with those who majored in medicine. He needed to find another way to condense the relatively few disease-related writing platforms. After all, his disease-related scripture has a plague snake, which was formed by absorbing the power of the plague master. It is bound to be twice the result with half the effort to cast a writing platform related to plague or poison.

However, the plague master is too strong. The plague snake can be controlled by the disease-related scripture, but it has never been completely absorbed by the disease-related scripture. If it is cast into a writing platform, it needs to be completely absorbed first. A mere university scholar may not be able to fully control it, so a lot of preparations must be made.

One day passed quickly. Fang Yun calculated the date. It was already the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. He didn't expect that this Lantern Festival would be spent here.

At noon, when he was about to have lunch, he saw Hu Li appear with a bowl of steaming glutinous rice balls.

Fang Yun was stunned, thanked Hu Li, took another empty bowl, gave her half, and ate the glutinous rice balls while chatting. But Hu Li ate a few and stopped eating, saying that she had heartburn and couldn't get used to such sticky food.

Not long after the two finished eating the glutinous rice balls, they heard a subtle tongue-bursting spring thunder.

"Fang Xusheng, help!"

Fang Yun's eyes widened, and he ran out suddenly. After three steps, he stepped on the white cloud that appeared out of thin air and accelerated towards the west gate of Wanxing Pass.

Hu Li was slightly stunned, and the blood and qi in his body gushed out, forming a powerful air wave, overturning the tables and chairs in the house, and then rushed out of the door, followed Fang Yun and ran on the ground, making a huge sound, leaving a large area of ​​cracked ground behind.

"Enemy attack!" All the monsters in Wanxing Pass were mobilized.

Fang Yun had no expression on his face and was anxious. The ancient land of Shihan was no different from other places. The nature of the power was complex, and there was heavy snow covering it. The tongue-bursting spring thunder would not be transmitted too far, which meant that Zeng Yue, who was asking for help, was not very far away from him. However, if one is below the semi-saint level, the sound of the tongue-blasting spring thunder cannot be transmitted accurately in one direction, but will spread in all directions. This means that once it is shouted, the position will inevitably be known by the demons.

This means that Zeng Yue cannot get rid of the pursuers at all, and can only pin his hopes on Fang Yun and the other demons in Wanxing Pass.

Thinking of this, Fang Yun realized that the pursuers were not ordinary demon kings.

At this time, Hu Li's voice reached Fang Yun's ears: "Your Highness Yuehuang, the pursuers may be the great demon king."

Fang Yun nodded lightly, stepped on Pingbu Qingyun, and flew at high speed in the canyon.

Bang...

The broken snow was lightly scattered, the cold wind was agitated, the black hair and blue shirt were lightly fluttering, Fang Yun's speed had exceeded Yiming, and a sonic boom was formed when he broke through the sound barrier.

On the westernmost side of the canyon was a tall city wall, and ten mechanisms purchased from the human race were erected on the edge of the city wall.

The star demons below were a little panicked, and they could all hear the cry for help from the human scholar.

Fang Yun looked into the distance. The snow was all over the sky. It was so white that he couldn't see where Zeng Yue and the others were.

Fang Yun crossed the city wall and rushed into the snow.

Hu Li's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, and then he rushed in.

"Your Highness Hu Li!"

The four demon kings looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and rushed out.

After flying for a few breaths, Fang Yun saw two blurry figures in front of him, stepping on the clouds. In the blink of an eye, they became clear. They were Zeng Yue and Xun Pingyang. Each of them was carrying a university scholar, and Xun Pingyang was holding another on his right rib.

Six went out and five came back.

"This saint is here, don't worry." Fang Yun's tongue burst into spring thunder, and a huge black shadow rushed over from the snow in front.

It was a huge white bear, running with four limbs in the air, and its shoulder height reached three and a half feet. If it stood upright, it would be as high as six or seven floors, and it was full of murderous intent.

The great demon king of the bear clan, the real king of the bear clan.

"Don't worry? Do you think I, Xiong Huan, am dead?" The great demon king Xiong Huan said, raising his right front paw high and slapping Zeng Yue's back.

A huge palm print with a radius of three meters appeared from the sky, carrying the wind and snow, and flying like a mountain.

"Get out of the way!" Hu Li shouted.

However, the huge bear paw was too fast, so fast that Zeng Yue could hardly dodge it.

Just as the bear paw was about to hit Zeng Yue, a golden light suddenly flashed across the sky and the earth, like a rising sun, dividing the night and the day.

Hiss...

After a slight sound, the translucent huge bear paw split into two and quickly dissipated.

Hu Li and the four demon kings behind him were stunned. Although most of the great demon kings were not good at magic, even if the magic was weak, it was not as good as the great scholar's poetry, but it was much better than the university scholar's poetry.

It was nothing to be broken by Fang Yun's tongue sword, but the problem was that the True Dragon Ancient Sword crushed with absolute power, causing the magic to be unable to explode when it was broken, and could only wither.

"How dare you!" Xiong Huan was completely angry. He never expected that his magic would be easily broken by a university scholar, even if the opponent was a virtual saint.

Xiong Huan took back the magic he wanted to use and rushed straight to Fang Yun, ready to fully play the advantages of the demon clan and start a close battle.

However, the True Dragon Ancient Sword instantly grew larger, along with the dragon shadow wrapped around the sword.

The sword was one mile long and chopped down heavily.

A touch of contempt flashed in Xiong Huan's eyes. Even a true scholar would not dare to attack him head-on with a tongue war.

"Break!" Xiong Huan roared and waved his bear paw. The ancestral land of the bear clan appeared behind the bear paw, and then merged into the bear paw, forming a powerful heavenly strike.

This palm seemed to be able to shatter thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the sky sword seemed extremely small.

The sword and palm collided.

Boom...

Blood spilled in the sky, and Xiong Huan's huge body crashed into the ground like a falling meteorite, and his body kept rolling.

"How could it be..."

Boom!

Xiong Huan smashed into the thick snow, causing snow waves all over the sky and smashing a big hole in the ground.

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