The White Eagle Demon Lord suddenly appeared in front of Song Mu, transforming into his true form at the moment, with sharp eyes.
His gaze swept over the fallen corpse of the Falcon Demon, and a pair of sharp eyes immediately locked onto Song Mu.
Song Mu's face was stern. The Chuanze in his hand was ready at this moment, and the literary power on his body was surging.
Although he is only a third-grade Jinshi, even this monster of the Demon Lord level is just a fight to the death.
Seeing Song Mu's calm expression, the white eagle became furious. It raised its head to the sky and cried loudly, then pounced fiercely on Song Mu.
Song Mu's aura suddenly burst out at this moment, and the song "Sword Roar and Dragon's Fury" slowly came out of his mouth.
Kawazawa once again gathered a large amount of literary power in his hand, and slashed hard at the opponent with a majestic sword force. This blow rolled up a huge sword force, and it seemed that he was going to kill him with one blow.
The two sides collided fiercely, causing smoke and dust to billow.
It was knocked down from the sky to the ground, and then shot into the air from the ground.
The battle between the two seemed fierce and endless, with their figures never resting for a moment, sparks bursting out from the constant collision between the lightning and flint.
Finally, a loud eagle cry sounded, and then the huge figure of the white eagle appeared in the air, and one of its talons was currently grabbing Song Mu.
There was Wen Qi beside Song Mu who pushed away the edge of the claws. At the same time, the long sword in his hand condensed into a crystal dragon. At this moment, it rolled up over the white eagle and then headed towards the ground. For a while, it plowed a mark on the ground, inspiring
Violent explosion.
Seeing this situation, the surrounding monsters retreated one after another, and several people's angry shouts were heard at this time.
"General Song!"
After the words fell, several Jinshi came towards Song Mu one after another. Now they all showed off their skills and launched various brilliant attacks towards the White Eagle Demon Lord. Among them, Song Mu also heard a roar.
"You evil beast, please die!"
As soon as the words fell, a figure rushed down from the sky with majestic momentum. A shadow seemed to have formed in the sky, and only a pair of axes were seen swinging down fiercely.
Mao Sheng's face was filled with extreme anger, and the literary power on his body was surging, fiercely covering the White Eagle Demon Lord.
The White Eagle Demon Lord was not afraid at all. He cried out, vibrated his wings, and charged straight up.
The phantom penetrated the demon body, and it seemed that the white eagle passed through it, causing a huge explosion in an instant, and then the two figures were violently thrown out from it.
Song Mu and Mao Sheng both stopped awkwardly in the air. At this moment, they looked at the monster in front of them. The two sides looked at each other, and then each launched an attack from one side.
The white eagle was not afraid at all. At this moment, it flapped its wings again, and waves of evil energy swept over it, manifesting white threads of light and coming towards the two of them extremely fiercely.
Song Mu was holding his breath and concentrating at this moment, his body was tumbling and spinning in the air, and Chuan Ze was constantly gathering power in his hands.
Mao Sheng appeared first and swung his ax directly at the demon king from the front, but was easily blocked by the white eagle.
But before the monster could make any further moves, it only saw a smile on Mao Sheng's face.
At this moment, Song Mu had arrived over the head of the White Eagle Demon Lord. The sun's rays above his head were blocked. Song Mu waved his long sword and was about to stab it hard.
In an instant, a black shadow shot out from somewhere in the sky, aiming directly at Song Mu.
Song Mu was keenly aware of this situation, and the long sword in his hand had to be deflected, and then blocked the black shadow that rushed towards him.
At the moment when he raised his sword to block, Song Mu saw a black claw clinging to his long sword.
Most of Kawaze's attack was destroyed in an instant, and a huge force suddenly came. Song Mu was violently thrown out while holding the long sword.
Song Mu flipped violently in the air, and before he could stabilize his body, he saw the black shadow appearing next to him again.
The dark and sharp claws were clawing hard at this moment, seeming to kill Song Mu completely.
Song Mu's face suddenly froze, and he couldn't care about that much at the moment. The light in his hand shone brightly, and then he jumped away fiercely. In the embarrassment, he finally saw the true face of this guy clearly.
It turned out to be a guy who looked like a human and a monster.
It had human limbs, but it had a black wolf head, and it was looking at Song Mu fiercely.
Strange monster!
Song Mu knew that this monster was a strange monster, and the aura on its body was that of a monster master.
The White Eagle Demon Lord just screamed fiercely at it, and then seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and now they all came towards Song Mu.
Obviously, Song Mu's previous rampage in the military formation made these monsters regard Song Mu as their number one target.
They all want to get rid of Song Mu quickly.
Song Mu paused and used the power in his hand again, but this time it was not as effective as before, and he was beaten down by these two guys one after another.
Seeing that Song Mu was about to lose his support, Mao Sheng roared angrily and came towards Song Mu.
"General Song, be careful!"
Saying this, Song Mu collided with the strange monster fiercely again. A pair of violent eyes on the huge wolf head were staring at Song Mu, and his scarlet tongue licked the protruding wolf.
It seems that Song Mu already has the tooth in his pocket.
Song Mu snorted coldly and saw that the poem in his hand did not move for a moment, but fortunately he suddenly stepped away.
Mao Sheng was knocked away by the White Eagle Demon Lord. When he saw Song Mu suddenly standing in the air at this moment, he felt a little anxious and quickly called to the few Jinshi around him.
Several Jinshi came one after another, but they saw that a large amount of literary power began to pour into Song Mu. At this moment, a sound of chanting was slowly coming out of Song Mu's mouth.
"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and looked at the sword. I dreamed of blowing the horns of the company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, and fifty strings were blown over the wall. The autumn of the battlefield brought troops."
When several Jinshi heard these recited poems, they were suddenly startled. They all looked at each other, and then Mao Sheng suddenly asked.
"What kind of poetry is this?"
"It sounds very unfamiliar. I thought I had never heard of it."
"Is it an original poem?"
Several people looked surprised, but they saw bursts of intense light flashing from Song Mu's body, and then they saw an unimaginable surge of light on Song Mu's body.
"The horse is so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt. It has solved the king's affairs and won his reputation both in life and in life. It's a pity that it happened in vain!"
Another poem came out, but this time, soldiers and horses, bows and arrows, everything on the battlefield seemed to slowly gather around Song Mu.
As the last word blurted out, golden light surged from Song Mu's body.
A huge virtual image suddenly condensed in the sky, and the vast figure of a general suddenly appeared. His gestures and gestures were as domineering as ever.
What is even more astonishing is that these rays of light are heading towards the battlefield below, and can actually bless every soldier around them, and the military formation seems to be instantly more powerful.
"This, this talent for poetry, maybe eight or nine levels of talent?"
"And this poem must be the first time I have written it! Otherwise, I would not have such a great literary spirit, and I would actually write poems, which touched Yan Sheng!"
Mao Sheng looked at Song Mu in disbelief and muttered.
"Such a difficult situation can turn into poetry!"