"The demon clan is also progressing with us..." Li Qingxian said.
The cry of killing suddenly approached, and monsters who were good at jumping jumped onto the city wall.
"Stop talking!" Song Baige turned around and joined the fighting team.
Li Qingxian thought for a while, sat on the ground, took out various life materials, and made wooden talisman figures wrapped in yellow talismans one after another.
After making a batch of wooden talisman figures, Li Qingxian would give some away.
The defenders who received the wooden talisman looked happy and thanked them one after another.
The sun has set, the moon has not yet risen, and the sky is filled with stars.
The shouts of killing were endless.
Li Qingxian exhausted all the mana of the Thunder Dragon Fire Seal and made more than two hundred wooden talisman. He had to meditate on the spot and slowly regain his mana.
Zhou Hen, who was covered in blood, walked over with a bow and arrow, a magic weapon, and while guarding Li Qingxian, he shot at the mid-level monsters who jumped onto the city.
When his magic power was full, Li Qingxian opened his eyes.
The strong smell of blood wafted in the night wind.
On the ground of the city wall, the thick blood stains had not dried up, and a new layer of blood was spread on it.
The blood is like mud, sticking to the soles of shoes.
As everyone walked on the city wall, the sound of chirping could not be heard without stopping, which made people's hearts tremble.
One after another, the monsters with green eyes flashing jumped up to the top of the city, their giant claws flashed, and their teeth were sharp, and they attacked frantically.
The number of literary cultivators, Taoist cultivators and puppet cultivators in the middle gradually increased.
Zhou Hen sent a message: "Be prepared. The demon tribe prefers night to day, and usually launches a general attack at midnight. If nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Zhou and Mr. Song will attack with all their strength. After that, the three kings will work together to destroy the city and kill the generals. Before they
After taking action, the two adults were responsible for blocking it, and we left in the wooden eagle."
"Is there no other way?" Li Qingxian asked in a low voice.
"You have never seen the Emperor Demon King take action, but you will understand if you have. If the opponent is just three ordinary third-grade demon kings, 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 emperor demon,
It’s different.” Zhou Hen sighed.
"I understand." Li Qingxian silently made thunder talismans and distributed them.
"Save some mana and stop halfway. You are not missing in this battle."
Li Qingxian nodded, but did not give up. He still kept looking for opportunities and thinking about available life skills.
As the night gets darker, the number of monsters outside the city wall continues to increase, but the number of humans on the city wall is getting smaller and smaller.
It was approaching midnight, and there was still no news from the court.
"Hold the river!"
A hoarse Wu accent sounded, no longer soft words, as if mixed with gritty steel.
Li Qingxian looked at Zhou Chunfeng, and the sound of reciting war poems sounded.
"The rivers are raining and the rivers are full of grass. The six dynasties are like a dream and the birds are singing in the sky. The most ruthless are the Wucheng willows, which are still smoked ten miles across the embankment!"
A jade-bone wolf-hair pen was suspended in front of Zhou Chunfeng, writing silver words.
After the poem was completed, the words disappeared, and in a flash of green light, a huge green willow tree rose up on the city wall, about ten feet high. The crown of the tree was hazy with smoke, and arm-thick willow sticks poked out, like steel arms, stretching out hundreds of feet.
Far.
The densely packed wicker branches attack, sweeping away the demon soldiers, entangling and strangling them, piercing their bodies, or beating them all together.
Monsters below the middle level will be killed in one blow.
A six-color rainbow flashed across the sky.
The ninth-level war poem is a single-color white light. Each time it is upgraded to a higher level, the war poem will add one more color.
Six Rainbows and Four Ranks War Poems.
As soon as the big green willow tree came out, the soldiers on the city cheered loudly.
The monsters were vulnerable to Wu Chengliu, and they were all frightened and avoided Wu Chengliu.
Zhou Chunfeng continued to recite war poems, and three green Wucheng willows stood on the north city wall, like three tree giants, protecting the entire city wall.
The demon clan outside the city stopped at the bottom of the city, hesitating.
"Trash, if you dare to stop, you will die!"
The elephant king Bai Ya roared loudly, raised his nose, and let out a long roar, which made the nearby demon soldiers dizzy and had to continue the attack.
On the city wall, all the soldiers joined forces with Wu Chengliu, and they became more and more brave as they fought.
Li Qingxian wrote down the verses of "Wucheng Liu", pondered over them for a long time, and shook his head gently.
Sure enough, not all poems can be changed, and there are no similar famous poems in my memory.
Forget it, just be a fortune teller.
Li Qingxian looked at the three huge demon kings in the distance, and he felt strongly discouraged.
Suddenly, I heard Song Yunjing's high-pitched poetry reciting from the east wall in the distance.
"The wind blows the sky and stacks the yellow clouds..."
Just one sentence, followed by a large number of shouts of death.
Li Qingxian looked at the east city wall. After the poem was completed, he saw the same six-color rainbow flashing past as in "Wucheng Liu".
A white dragon flew from the sky, more than ten feet long, and roared. The low-grade demon clan bleeded from its seven orifices, and the middle-grade demon clan swayed and found it difficult to stand firm.
The dragon made of water rushed into the monsters with its fangs and claws, slapping its claws and biting, and occasionally spitting out a big river, breaking the flesh and bones of the monsters.
Li Qingxian remembered that the poem title of Song Yunjing was called Long Yin Jushi, which came from the song "Roaring Dragon Yin", and Li Gangfeng even asked him to recite it.
He took out a pen and paper and slowly wrote out the entire poem "The Roaring Dragon". After he finished writing, he shook his head slightly. Blue Star did not have this poem.
That's all, I really don't have the destiny to copy poems, I just want to be a fortune teller.
"Hold the river!"
The defenders kept shouting the slogans of the river defenders, and their morale became higher and higher.
Song Baige had reached the end of his literary spirit, so he ran back again, holding his own war poems and thinking about how to change them.
Li Qingxian took a look at Song Baige's self-written war poem.
"One piece after another, two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight or nine pieces, flying into the reed flowers and disappearing."
"Do you think my "Flying Snow Poetry" can be improved?" Song Baige asked.
Li Qingxian thought to himself: What kind of bad poetry is this? Song Baige is indeed a genius in classical poetry and an idiot. How shameless can someone call this poetry?
There is no meter, no diction, no technique, no imagery, no artistic conception, no emotion, no thought. Can a typical Qiwu poem be called poetry?
Just now Song Baige performed this war poem, and the snowflakes flew all over the sky. It looked good, and it was very lethal to ordinary demon soldiers, but when encountering a middle-grade demon general, it was like scratching an itch.
When Song Baige saw that Li Qingxian didn't reply, he shook his head and said, "I forgot. You can only memorize some fortune tellings and poems, but you can't even learn rhythm."
"You want to save face, it's wartime now, I can't attack you." Li Qingxian said, suddenly throwing a thunder talisman forward.
boom!
Lei Fu went straight to the empty space.
Song Baige was about to laugh when he suddenly froze.
There was a scream amid lightning and thunder, and a half-human bat monster fell to the ground, its wings trembling and squeaking, its teeth dripping with green venom.
The nearby soldiers were frightened and stabbed and slashed him.
Those literary and Taoist cultivators were covered in cold sweat.
"Thank you!" a Taoist cultivator said loudly.
"What kind of spiritual eyes have you opened at the ninth level?" Song Baige asked.
"See the dragon." Li Qingxian whispered.
Song Baige's eyes widened suddenly.
"There is no justice, there is no justice..." Song Baige doubted life again.
Zhou Chunfeng's voice came from not far away: "Qingxian, you patrol around, the bat demon is left to you."
Li Qingxian patrolled along the four walls of the city. Once he saw a bat demon, he quietly approached it and killed it with a thunder talisman.
There were very few bat demons. After Li Qingxian killed twenty-seven of them, the remaining bat demons gradually withdrew.
Zhou Chunfeng and Song Yunjing wandered around the city walls, performing war poems.
The two poems "Wucheng Liu" and "Howling Dragon" keep echoing in my ears.