Li Qingxian watched Zixun Fairy Bee outside the Ministry of Justice again, and continued to mark the demon cultivator who was lying in ambush.

"There are some people hidden here, and their aura is not like a demon cultivator."

"There are demon cultivators hidden here, about twenty people."

“There are still…”

Finally, Li Qingxian calculated that there were more than 500 inferior Demon Sects that were ambushing outside the Ministry of Justice.

Soon, changes occurred on the developing paper, and some places where people marked hidden by themselves were changed to "owners".

After a while, Lu Yunyan's words appeared again.

"This piece of information is important, and we also know they might be ambushing outside, but didn't expect so much. It's great."

Team leader Fu Mingcheng picked up the developing paper in his hand and read the new content carefully.

After a while, part of the Wenxiu team divided into various groups and joined the hidden Wenxiu team.

A team of Wenxiu attacking teams rushed into the streets near the Ministry of Justice.

Fu Mingcheng whispered: "Our team sticks to this place, don't act rashly, and beware of demon cultivators' assault."

Suddenly, a house hundreds of meters outside the Ministry of Justice flashed the light of war poems, followed by continuous roars, followed by various calls and messages.

Li Qingxian looked at it, which was an ambush point in the Demon Sect.

Under the night, light and sounds burst out from nearby, and Wen Xiu fought with the demon cultivator who was ambushing outside.

The demon cultivators from the Ministry of Justice on the city wall looked at each other, but they could not make a decision for a while. This kind of thing not only exceeded their expectations, but also never happened.

There was exposure before, but not as full as this time.

If you don't take action now, you can only watch those demon children surrender and never join the war, or be severely damaged or killed.

But now when he rushed out, all plans were disrupted, and no one knew whether Wen Xiu was leading the snake out of the hole.

After half a quarter of an hour, the light and sounds everywhere stopped one after another.

After a while, the team leader Fu Mingcheng and Li Qingxian received the news at the same time.

Fu Mingcheng said excitedly: "The first battle is a great victory! The Demon Sect disciples have been wiped out for more than 200, and more than 300 surrenders have been surrendered. Not only that, given that there are many Demon Sect members this time, the Ministry of Rites, the Censorate, Dali Temple, Taichang Temple, Honglu Temple, and Hanlin.

The hospital, Imperial College and other reserve teams are coming. This time, I am afraid that a big fight will come! I have heard before that some academies are ready."

Li Qingxian and Song Baige looked at each other, and the two were both worried and excited.

The Imperial College is a national higher education institution, where all the students are included. Once they are dispatched, there will be more people, but once they are in trouble, the consequences will be unpredictable.

Shendu is another gathering place for students all over the world. In a few months, various tests of Qingyun were held, and a large number of scholars gathered in the academies of Shendu.

Once the academy students follow, it is even more difficult to end.

Song Baige whispered: "Don't worry about so many things, let's talk about it first! I, Song Baige, will smash the gate of the Ministry of Justice today and remove the plaque of the Ministry of Justice!"

Li Qingxian nodded, his eyes rolled in white mist, observing the situation inside the Ministry of Justice.

Officials from the Middle Pinion Ministry of Justice frequently move, so they must be mobilizing their troops.

Soon, the teams outside the Ministry of Justice returned one after another, and the reinforcements brought the total number of attacking teams to exceed 800.

Outside the west gate of the Ministry of Justice, a black scholar was covered in a white facial scarf.

On the short wall of the West Gate, the demon cultivators were covered in dark facial scarves.

There seems to be a clear dividing line between black and white.

"attack!"

Commands are issued through the developing paper.

"Protect!" Team leader Fu Mingcheng put the developing paper on his chest and recited the protective battle poem.

Light covers of various colors enveloped everyone.

Then, the light of the battle of the poem fell in the sky, gathering into one battle of the poem of the poem, and storming towards the city wall.

The martial artists followed the soldiers and soldiers to look for opportunities.

Finally, the battle poems turned into waves of rainbow waves and fell on the city wall.

The magic practitioners took action, and groups of demons flew into the air. The demons looked like a black-faced human head with long hair, opened their bloody mouths, blocking the battle poems all over the sky.

Suddenly, Li Qingxian heard a familiar voice and recited a familiar but different poem, and turned to look at Song Baige.

"The blue sky shines on the mountains in the distance, and the three white waves flow snow-capped mountains. The river is coming to the west to divide the heaven and earth, and the anger makes the dragon's body hit the sky river!"

It is changed from "Touching the Dragon Gate" by Song Yunjing and Li Qingxian.

The poem is completed, three water dragons fly up the city wall, roaring among the demon cultivators, patting their claws, spewing water waves, and opening their mouths to bite.

Song Baige is obviously only in the seventh grade, but this poem is very consistent with him and its power reaches the sixth grade.

Only the seventh-grade and eighth-grade demon cultivators barely avoided the city wall. Once those nineth-grade and tenth-grade demon cultivators encounter three water dragons, they will either die or be disabled.

Li Qingxian looked at Song Baige.

Song Baige said proudly: "The son is not embarrassing to use his father's battle poems."

Li Qingxian nodded and showed a kind smile.

"You take advantage of me! I will settle the score with you when the battle is over!" Song Baige shouted and continued to join the battle.

Li Qingxian opened his spiritual eyes and slowly glanced at him.

After a while, he whispered to the team leader Fu Mingcheng.

"Captain Fu, why doesn't the Demon Sect attack? I remember they are very good at sneak attacks with demon poison or demon heads."

"The demon poison is banned near the capital of God. As for their demons, once they get close, we Wen Xiu can not only discover it with the righteous spirit, but can even easily disperse it. However, it is also a big trouble for them to apply ordinary poison to weapons and magic weapons.

Unfortunately, although Haoran's righteous spirit restrains the demon, the Demon Sect has always been rich and has many magical tools. Most of the lower-grade literary cultivators are not rich, and none of the ten magical instruments have been found. Only older literary cultivators can sharpen literary treasures. Young people

They are all bitter."

Li Qingxian nodded, "The poor and rich in martial arts, the resources required for literary cultivation are far less than those of martial arts, and they do not need too much money. In addition, most literati are noble and light in business and wealth, which leads to the poorest of all monks.

, occasionally being ridiculed as poor cultivating.

After a while, Li Qingxian took a little development paper and said at the same time: "Be careful, the magic cultivator behind the city wall began to distribute magic weapons, which looked like a poisonous rain quiver with poison attached to it."

Afterwards, Li Qingxian kept taking out his various magic weapons and Wenbao from the Qiankun Bracelet and shouted: "Use my magic weapons, remember to return them to me after the war! Keep them for now, and wait until the other party uses the poisonous rain arrow,

Take the opportunity to solve the problem with them and the poisonous quiver.”

Li Qingxian shouted while distributing the magic weapon Wenbao.

After a while, hundreds of magical instruments and treasures were distributed.

The entire squadron was fully armed.

The senior executives of the Wenxiu attacking team were confused. Where did the son of Gang Feng get so many magic weapons and treasures? When did he get rich?

Now the attacking team has nearly a thousand low-ranking players. Not counted as Li Qingxian, can you find a hundred Wenbao?

The squadron leader Lu Yunyan couldn't help asking: "Where did you get the magic weapon?"

"This matter has something to do with my good brother Ye Han, who gave me a treasure map." Li Qingxian had already thought of a word and used his thoughts to talk on the developing paper.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw thirty seventh-grade demon cultivators rushing to the city wall, and each of them placed the large cylinder on their backs in front.

The cylinder is about four feet high and about a foot in diameter. It aims at Wen Xiu in front of him in oblique direction.

The demon cultivators stretched out their hands to hold them, and their entire body of magic power was injected into both sides of the cylinder.

The dense runes lit up on the poisonous rain quiver. In an instant, each quiver instantly sprayed out hundreds of black magic poisonous arrows, like a swarm of locusts, under the hood.

Those demon cultivators kept injecting magic power, and the poisonous rain quiver continued to brew, and the second round would erupt immediately.

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