"The demon clan is also making progress with us..." Li Qingxian said.

The shouts of killing suddenly approached, and the demons who were good at jumping jumped onto the city wall.

"I won't say it!" Song Baige turned around and joined the combat team.

Li Qingxian thought for a while, sat on the ground, took out various life materials, and made wooden talisman people wrapped in yellow talismans.

When Li Qingxian made a batch of wooden talismans, he gave a batch of them.

The defenders who received the Mu Fu people showed joy and thanked them one after another.

The sun has set, the moon has not emerged, and the stars are everywhere.

The shouts of killing are endless.

Li Qingxian exhausted all the magic power of the Thunder Dragon Fire Seal and made more than 200 wooden talismans. He had to visualize it on the spot and slowly restore his magic power.

Zhou Hen, covered in blood, walked over with a magic weapon and bow and arrow in his hand. While protecting Li Qingxian, he shot the middle-grade demons who jumped onto the city.

After his magic power was full, Li Qingxian opened his eyes.

The strong smell of blood drifts with the night wind.

On the ground of the city wall, the thick blood was not dried up, and a new layer of blood was covered with.

Blood is like mud, sticking to the soles of the shoe.

Everyone walked on the city wall, and the sound of barking was endless, making people's hearts tremble.

One after another, the demon clan with green light flashed in his eyes jumped to the top of the city, with giant claws flashing, sharp teeth, and attacking wildly.

The number of Wen Xiu, Taoist Xiu and Puppet Xiu in the middle has gradually increased.

Zhou Hen sent a message and said, "Be prepared. The demon clan is happy at night but not at daytime. He often launches a general attack at midnight. If nothing unexpected happens, Lord Zhou and Mr. Song will take all their strength. Then the three kings work together to destroy the city and kill the generals. In them, they

After taking action, the two adults were responsible for stopping us, and we left in the wooden eagle."

"Is there no way?" Li Qingxian asked in a low voice.

"You have never seen the emperor demon king take action, you will understand it after seeing him. If the other party is just a three-headed ordinary third-grade demon king, I will not escape. It is not that I have never cooperated with others to kill the third-grade demon king. But the third-grade demon,

It's different." Zhou Hen sighed.

"I understand." Li Qingxian silently made thunder talismans and distributed them.

"Save some mana and stop halfway. This battle is not short of you."

Li Qingxian nodded, but did not give up. He continued to look for opportunities and kept thinking about the use of life techniques.

The night is getting darker, and the demon clans outside the city walls are increasing, but there are fewer and fewer human clans on the city walls.

As midnight approaches, there is still no information from the court.

"Stay on the river!"

A hoarse Wu accent sounded, no longer a soft voice, as if mixed with gravel and steel sheets.

Li Qingxian looked at Zhou Chunfeng, and the sound of chanting war poems sounded.

"The river rains are drizzling, and the grass is in full bloom. The six dynasties are like a dream, and the birds are singing in the sky. The ruthless willows in Wucheng are still covered with smoke for ten miles of dikes!"

A jade bone wolf pen is suspended in front of Zhou Chunfeng, writing silver words.

The poem is completed, the words disappear, the green light flashes, a huge green willow tree rises from the ground on the city wall, about ten feet high, the canopy is hazy, and willow branches as thick as arms are poked out, like steel bar arms, stretching out a hundred feet

Far.

The dense willow branches attacked, either swept away the demon soldiers, strangled them to death, pierced into the demon bodies, or slapped them together.

The demon clan below the middle grade will die with one blow.

A six-colored rainbow flashed through the sky.

The ninth-grade battle poem is a monochrome white light. For each rank, the battle poem is added with one color.

Six rainbow and fourth-rank battle poems.

As soon as the green willow tree came out, the soldiers in the city cheered loudly.

The demon clan was vulnerable to Wu Chengliu, and they were all frightened and bypassed Wu Chengliu.

Zhou Chunfeng recited poems in succession, and three green willows of Wucheng stood on the north wall, like three tree giants, protecting the entire wall.

The demon clan outside the city stopped at the city and stopped moving forward.

"Barewell, dare to stop and die!"

The elephant king Baiya roared suddenly, raised his nose, and a long sound, which made the nearby demon soldiers dizzy and had to continue attacking.

On the city wall, the soldiers joined forces with Wu Chengliu, and the more they fought, the more brave they became.

Li Qingxian wrote down the poem "Wucheng Liu" and pondered it for a long time, shaking his head gently.

Sure enough, not all poems can be changed, and there are no similar famous poems in my memory.

Forget it, be a life wizard.

Li Qingxian looked at the three huge demon kings in the distance and felt a level ten retreat in his heart.

Suddenly, I heard the loudly reciting poems from Song Yunjing from the east city wall from afar.

"The wind blows the sky and stacks the yellow clouds..."

With just one sentence, it was then covered by a large number of shouts of killing.

Li Qingxian looked at the city wall on the east side. After the poem was completed, he saw the same six-color rainbow as "Wucheng Liu" flashed by.

A white dragon flew in the sky, more than ten feet long, roaring in his mouth, the low-grade demon clan was bleeding from his seven orifices, and the medium-grade demon clan's body was shaking, making it difficult to stand firm.

The dragon composed of water flows opened its teeth and claws and rushed into the demon clan, slapped its mouth and bit it, occasionally spitting out a big river, causing the demon clan to break its bones.

Li Qingxian remembered that Song Yunjing's poem titled Longyin Jushi came from this poem "Sharp Dragon Song", and Li Gangfeng asked him to recite it.

He took out the paper and pen and slowly wrote the whole poem "Sharp Dragon Roar". After writing it, he shook his head gently. Lan Xing did not have this poem.

Forget it, I really don’t have the fate of copying poetry. Be honest and be a life wise man.

"Stay on the river!"

The defenders kept shouting the slogans of the guarding river army, and their morale became higher and higher.

Song Baige was so angry that he ran back, holding his own war poems and thinking about how to change them.

Li Qingxian took a look at Song Baige's self-created war poem.

"Piece after piece, two pieces three pieces four five pieces, six pieces seven pieces eight nine pieces, and all the reeds flew into them."

"Do you think my "Flying Snow Poem" can be modified better?" Song Baige asked.

Li Qingxian thought about what devilish poetry? Song Baige is indeed a genius poetry idiot. How shameless people call this poetry?

Without rhythm, without words, without techniques, without images, without artistic conception, without emotions, without thoughts, typical seven poems, can it be called poetry?

Just now, Song Baige used this battle poem. The snowflakes and blades floated all over the sky. It looked beautiful and was very harmful to ordinary demon soldiers. However, encountering a middle-grade demon general was like tickling.

Seeing that Li Qingxian didn't reply, Song Baige shook his head and said, "I forgot, you can only memorize some life skills and poetry, and you can't even learn the rhythm."

"You have to be a little face. Now it's time for war, so I can't hit you." Li Qingxian said, and suddenly threw a thunder talisman forward.

boom!

The thunder talisman went straight to the sky.

Song Baige was about to laugh, but suddenly froze.

There was a scream from the lightning and thunder, and a half-human-sized bat monster fell to the ground, its flesh wings trembled, squeaking, and its teeth dripping with green venom.

The soldiers nearby were shocked and slashed and stabbed.

Those who practice Taoism and practiced all over their body were sweating coldly.

"Thank you!" A Tao Xiu said loudly.

"What spiritual eyes have you opened with your ninth rank?" Song Baige asked.

"See the dragon." Li Qingxian whispered.

Song Baige suddenly widened his eyes.

"It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable..." Song Baige once again doubted life.

Zhou Chunfeng's voice came from not far away: "Qingxuan, you patrol around, and the bat demon is handed over to you."

Li Qingxian patrolled along the four walls. Once he saw the bat monster, he quietly approached and killed it with a thunder talisman.

There are few bat monsters. After Li Qingxian killed twenty-seven, the rest of the bat monsters were withdrawn one after another.

Zhou Chunfeng and Song Yunjing wandered around the city walls on all sides, performing their battle poems.
Chapter completed!