The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

A large number of demon commanders and demon generals who knew magic arts rushed forward, while those demon soldiers continued to stay in place.

Fang Yun remained unmoved, looking at Nie Xiaoqian with spring thunder in his mouth and saying, "Xiaoqian, I can't save you today, but when I escape from here and save Suzhen, I will bring someone back to kill this tree demon!"

"Fang Lang, please leave me alone, I...I am already dead..."

"You bitch!" Grandma Dryad's tree roots beat harder, and Nie Xiaoqian's body became darker.

In the hundred-foot-wide canyon, the tree trunk of the Dryad Grandma stands tall and straight, and Nie Xiaoqian is like a leaf in the wind, which may wither at any time.

The tree roots within a hundred feet of Grandma Dryad continued to undulate, churning in the soil, waiting for opportunities to move.

A hundred feet away, Fang Yun suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at the demon general and commander rushing towards him, and said slowly: "Draw the bow!"

Everyone continued to bend their bows and shoot arrows, but they were still strengthened by Fang Yun's strong bow poem. More than fifty bows and arrows just flew into the air, and hundreds of tree roots sprang out from the ground, like giant pythons flying into the sky, smashing all the arrows. .

Those tree roots ignited small flames and quickly retracted into the earth, extinguishing the flames.

Seeing that Fang Yun's attack failed, Yaoman started to use magic.

"Retreat!" Fang Yun immediately led his men to retreat.

The magic skills of those demon generals were only mediocre, because the two sides were far apart, and their magic skills even dissipated midway, but the magic skills of those demon commanders were extraordinary.

A colorful snake demon raised its head and opened its mouth. Two streams of green venom spurted out from its fangs, flying in the air and condensing into a thick dark green cloud as big as a house. The thick cloud quickly turned into strips of green venom. Mist snake.

"Roar..." A tiger demon commander roared, and saw thousands of cyan wind knives condensing in mid-air, then passing through the poisonous mist, carrying poisonous mist snakes, attacking Fang Yun and others like hailstones.

Many people's scalps were numb. The wind knives flew extremely fast and in large numbers. They also carried poisonous mist and were unstoppable. They turned around and ran away.

Fang Yun unhurriedly stretched out his hand and took out a Jinshi protective newspaper and osmanthus paperweight from Yin Jiangbei.

I saw a translucent giant tree covering everyone with light and shadow, and all the wind knives and poisonous mist snakes were blocked out.

Fang Yun wrote "Arrow in the Stone", a giant arrow with a thick arm flew straight towards a demon general, but as soon as it flew within a hundred feet of the tree demon's grandmother, three tree roots sprang out from the ground, easily blocking the giant arrow.

Those people stopped and were a little disappointed when they saw this scene. The use of scholar's war poems may not be effective in front of ordinary demon commanders, let alone a powerful demon commander like Dryad Grandma.

The monsters standing on the tree roots laughed and shouted curses, but they never walked away from the tree monster's grandmother.

Fang Yun and others stayed away from the tree root area, and the monsters stopped attacking.

Yan Chixia said: "You don't need to test it. The tree demon's roots are impeccable. Even my words and swords can't touch its tree body. And as long as the tree demon doesn't die, there will be an endless supply of roots. I have tried to kill her continuously. Her roots, after a quarter of an hour, most of my talent was consumed, but her strength was not reduced at all."

"Brother Yan, do you have a good plan?" Fang Yun said while using the power of literary courage to isolate the inside and outside.

Yan Chixia shook her head and said: "I have thought about fire attacks, but not to mention that her tree roots can blow away all the flames. The flames of ordinary fire oil cannot ignite her at all. Your strong bow poem contains a slight power of the Yinghuo star. They were easily extinguished by her, not to mention others that could be attacked with words. With her tree body, any Jinshi can kill her. The problem is that any Jinshi's words and swords will be blocked by its roots. To kill the tree demon, its roots must be destroyed, and at least three Hanlins must attack continuously. Suppress the tree root, and then another Jinshi can kill it."

Fang Yun said: "You can't kill Grandma Dryad with your words and swords. Is there any way to kill these handsome and handsome demon generals?"

Yan Chixia said proudly: "Although my words and swords cannot fly within fifty feet of the tree demon grandma, between fifty feet and one hundred feet, her tree roots can't do anything to me. Otherwise, how could I kill her for a moment that day?" Bell’s roots?”

Fang Yun nodded, took out a spare Jinshi Wenbao 'Weiweishan Pen Holder' from his hand, handed it to Yan Chixia, and said: "If all those monsters and barbarians gather around grandma, the attack I have prepared for many days will not be carried out. . Now grandma divides her troops to attack. If those demon generals and demon generals are not with it, it is the best opportunity. Next, we will cooperate with you to attack those demon commanders with all our strength. As long as more than half of them are killed, or they want to retreat within fifty feet, I will definitely launch the final attack. One hit."

"When will this Wenbao pen holder be used?" Yan Chixia asked.

Fang Yun said: "Grandma Dryad's strongest power is not the roots of the tree, but her branches. However, once used, the vitality and blood will inevitably decrease sharply, and the strength will be greatly reduced. With the power of Grandma Dryad, she launched the final blow before me. Before, it will inevitably happen I need you to use this Wenbao Pen Holder to block this blow. If I use Jinshi Wenbao myself, I may not have enough talent to launch the final blow. ”

Yan Chixia's eyes moved and she said softly: "That's it! It turns out that you have always wanted to kill the tree demon grandma, then I understand! Leave these demon generals and commanders to me!"

Yan Chixia spat out words and swords, and the white light was slightly cold, making those handsome and handsome monsters involuntarily shrink their necks in fear.

"Pull the bow!" Fang Yun once again directed everyone to shoot. With his strong bow, the arrows flew as far as the demon commander's magic, but the magic consumed too much energy and blood, and the arrows kept flowing.

Yan Chixia's words and swords followed the rocket's attack on Yaoman.

Dozens of tree roots flew out from the ground, half of them intercepted Yan Chixia's lip-sharp swords, and half of them intercepted the arrows.

Yan Chixia's lip-sharp swords were as flexible as fish swimming in the water, turning and moving among the thick tree roots, retreating or advancing, dodging or hiding.

Fang Yun observed carefully and learned the control of lip-sharp swords. He had seen Li Wenying's blood-thirsty ancient sword, which was always unstoppable. It was either you or I, and there was no detour. This Yan Chixia's lip-sharp swords were flexible and small. It seemed that he had been practicing hard to deal with the tree roots of the tree demon.

The tree demon was furious and had to reduce the tree roots that whipped Nie Xiaoqian to intercept Yan Chixia's lip-sharp swords.

"Swoosh..."

Yan Chixia's talent ancient sword bypassed a tree root by a hair's breadth and went straight into the chest of a horse barbarian general, gently twisting through his body.

With a bang, the horse barbarian general's chest exploded, and his head and shoulders fell to the ground. A tree root rolled up the body of the Ma Man general and dragged it into the soil and disappeared.

Fang Yun nodded. What Yan Chixia said was indeed right. As long as they were not within fifty feet of the tree demon, the tree roots had limited flexibility and could not do anything to his verbal sparring.

Fang Yun continued to command everyone to shoot and share Yan Chixia's pressure.

Not long after, Yan Chixia seized the opportunity to kill a demon general, but those demon barbarians did not retreat and continued to attack.

Fang Yun's side was injured from time to time because of slow reaction, but Fang Yun and Yan Chixia were prepared and no one died.

A quarter of an hour later, Yan Chixia's clothes were wet with sweat, and all the people who drew the bow felt sore in their arms. There were more than 20 people recovering from injuries in the back.

Yan Chixia's verbal sparring suddenly slowed down and was hit by the tree root.

Everyone was shocked. Yan Chixia's verbal sparring had reached the end of his strength. After all, fighting requires a lot of talent and energy. It seems that this trip is coming to an end.

However, the verbal battle suddenly accelerated with the force of being pulled away by the tree root, and swept past a wolf demon.

The huge wolf head fell to the ground, and blood splattered.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Yan Chixia had calculated the angle of the tree root and deliberately used the force to kill the demon.

"Retreat within 40 feet!" The tree demon grandmother roared angrily.

The demons retreated hurriedly.

There was an extra page of light golden paper on the tray in front of Fang Yun.

Holy page.

The tree demon grandmother immediately screamed loudly: "Charge! Charge out and kill him! All demons charge out!"

At the same time, all the branches of the tree demon grandmother began to shrink, and the originally loose crown had a tendency to condense into a cone.

Fang Yun picked up the demon-sweeping pen to write.

"The volcano is now seen, suddenly standing in the east of Hangzhou."

The power of calligraphy appeared, and a huge roar came from the holy page, like the roar of millions of beasts, and like a mountain pushing the earth apart and rising slowly.

"Red flames burn the enemy clouds, and the scorching atmosphere fills the sky. The ground cracks and the red liquid flows, and the flames move for hundreds of miles. I don't know why the yin and yang charcoal is burning here..."

The huge roar of the volcano erupting immediately came from the holy page, and all the vitality between heaven and earth seemed to be condensing on the paper of the holy page.

The small piece of paper seemed to be pregnant with a fire dragon. Once the fire dragon breaks out of its shell, it will burn the world.

The poem was not finished, but a hot breath emanated from the poem page, and people nearby moved away.

Yan Chixia looked up at the vitality around her and was inexplicably surprised. The vitality aroused by this poem was stronger than that of ordinary Jinshi war poems. It stands to reason that a juren could not do it even if he exhausted all his talents.

"Kill him! Kill him!" After the tree demon grandma shouted, she saw the branches of the tree crown above her head entangled in a spiral, and finally formed a huge spear, as high as twenty stories.

The leaves that made up the spear were withering at a speed visible to the naked eye. The roots of the tree demon grandmother suddenly went crazy, trapping one demon after another, but in the blink of an eye, all the demons were bound, and the roots pierced into the demons' bodies, absorbing their blood.

The giant spear made of branches broke away from the tree demon grandmother, shook lightly, and stabbed Fang Yun directly.

"Cut!" Yan Chixia roared, and rushed towards the giant spear with his lips, spears, and swords.

The spear and sword collided.

The giant spear was still there, but the lips, spears, and swords were broken.

Yan Chixia vomited a mouthful of blood, and used the last of his strength to hold the Wei'e Mountain Pen Holder, and a phantom of a towering mountain suddenly appeared, covering Fang Yun and everyone.

"Boom..."

The giant spear hit the towering mountain, the mountain shadow shook, and the giant spear's leaves fell colorfully, even more withered and yellow.

"Boom..."

The mountain shadow cracked, and a large number of branches that made up the giant spear fell.

The poem was completed, and Fang Yun wrote the three words "Jinghuoshan".

The holy page burned, turning the virtual into the real.

A real small volcano appeared between Fang Yun and the tree demon grandma.