Widths of golden words lingered around the wind and did not hear it, and there was a great way in it.

It was a scene of a shabby alley. A young poor scholar was wearing a patched green shirt. He sat in the alley next to the Chaos Shop to support a wooden board. The board was written with a paragraph of a masterpiece of a thousand-character essay. He smiled warmly, pointed at the wooden sign with willow branches, and led a group of children sitting with their own small stools at home to recite in a serene manner.

"Brother Buwen! Brother Buwen!"

A girl galloped around the young poor scholar and laughed, "There is a love in the book. I don't hear my brother has read many books. Will he marry a daughter-in-law who is more beautiful than a flower in the future? Just like the daughter of Widow Liu on the East Street?"

The poor scholar's face turned red in an instant: "Li Caiyu, don't talk nonsense!"

A group of boys laughed together.

One of the boys walked up, holding a few chestnuts in his hand, and smiled: "Brother Bu Wen, my mother said you look really good. If you dress up a little, you are not the most handsome guy in a village? Look, these candy stir-fried chestnuts are for you to eat. If you feel comfortable one day, why don't you marry my sister?"

A group of boys laughed and cheered, and one of the fat guys laughed: "Wang Dayou, just your sister looks so stupid, don't bury us, brother Wu Wen, this scholar, okay? I'm worried that your sister will turn over when she sleeps at night and press our brother Wu Wen into a piece of paper~~~"

The young poor scholar just smiled and said nothing, holding the book in his hand, as if standing there, he became a world of his own.

Thousand-character essay, his first book of reading and teaching when he was young, but he did not expect that he would never come out of his life.

...

"Stop the attack!"

I suddenly raised my palm, and under the transformation of the realm, a golden ripple accompanied my mood swept across half the battlefield in an instant. For a moment, whether I heard what I said or thought about it, most players stopped attacking the ban on Wenqiu Mountains and Rivers. At this moment, everyone was in a dilemma. Attacking was equivalent to destroying Feng Buwen's Confucian cultivation. If you don't fight, you can only watch Feng Buwen be used by Fan Yi and continue to slap the Taoist journey at the foot of Wenqiu Mountains.

"Don't care about me."

Deep in the mountains, a faint voice came from the windless voice: "If you don't break through the mountains and river formation solidified by the Thousand Characters text, how can you level this Wenqiu Mountain? If you don't break through the Thousand Characters text, how can you break through the heart if I don't break through the Thousand Characters text? Even if you break through, my literary fortune will be enough if I can share half of the Xuanyuan clan."

"what to do!?"

Zhang Lingyue, who had ordered the stop of shelling, immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Sir, will you fight?"

I hesitated, and at this moment, Feng Buwen's voice came from the lake of my heart: "While Fan Yi's plan is to use Wenqiu Mountain to exhaust my cultivation, and at the same time, the Xuanyuan Empire's sons continued to attack, causing many casualties and injuries. These dead souls will be refined by the shadow of death and eventually become part of the Hero Spirit Pool. If Fan Yi and Lin Hai really succeed, the sun and the moon will be gone, and the universe will be subverted. I don't need to say more about the consequences, right? Therefore, my Feng Buwen's cultivation can be dispersed, but the world must still be there. You should know how to choose."

"knew."

I raised my hand gently and shouted: "Continue to attack and welcome the wind back!"

"Yes, my great lover!"

The heavy artillery volley began again, and the player's offense recovered instantly, but the speed was still slow. One level of ban was knocked out in one minute, and I really don't know when it will be a head.

...

Not long after, when I triggered a Heart-Section Demon again, his attributes were obviously much stronger than before. Although he still did not have the magical power of transforming the realm, his attributes seemed to have surpassed me. The attack limit was about 10% higher than me, and it was quite difficult to kill. It was obvious that things happened like this. The more times the Heart-Section Demon triggered, the stronger it would become. What worries me the most happened. In this case, it doesn't matter to players who have excellent operations such as Lin Xi, Qing Deng, Killing Fanchen, etc., but most mid- and downstream players are embarrassed. It is very likely that they can't beat the Heart-Section Demon they summoned, and they can only voluntarily withdraw from the battlefield at that time.

In this way, the speed of players' ban on Wenqiu Mountain and Mountain will become slower and slower!

"drop!"

Suddenly, a prompt appeared above the restricted formations of Wenqiu Mountain-

System prompt: The countdown to the formation of [Vengqiushan] has been enabled, and the current time is: 10 hours. Once the time is exhausted and the player still fails to complete the strategy, all the mountain and water ban formations will be reset!

...

“Reset?!”

Killing Fanchen looked pale: "I ordered us to finish the fight within ten hours? Otherwise, it will be restored to 1,000 ban?"

"Well, this is literally." Kamei was a little silent after saying that.

"Not great."

Lin Xi frowned: "The system rules are stuck too hard for us, and the refresh intensity of the Heart Demon is getting higher and higher. If this continues, we will definitely not be able to kill it."

"What should I do?" A Fei asked.

"Cool salad!"

I frowned and said, "Take one step at a time, fight first. Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. If we give up like this, then there is really no hope at all. Are you right?"

"Um!"

So everyone continued to make a strategy, while I looked up behind me and talked to Zhang Lingyue's heart: "In addition to heavy artillery, what other long-range offensive can we use?"

"Spiritual boat."

Zhang Lingyue said in a deep voice: "After vigorous research and development over the past year, Mingwen Academy and the craftsmanship department have created many spiritual boats equipped with heavy artillery and Mingwen firearms, with about 400. If these spiritual boats are launched together and launch an attack on the mountain and water ban, our attack speed may be faster."

"Tell me the order and mobilize the Lingzhou to join the war."

"yes!"

Not long after, Zhang Lingyue said again: "Sir, besides the spiritual boats of the Xuanyuan Empire, there is also a force that can be used, as long as the orders of the adults."

"What power?"

"Huanglong Kingdom." He said in a deep voice: "Our envoy arrived at Huanglong Kingdom, there was indeed some trouble. The whole country of Huanglong Kingdom was controversial about the northward migration. However, when the luncheon envoy said that this resolution was planned by you by your own hands the next day, the young king of Huanglong Kingdom no longer hesitated. He immediately formulated a plan for northward migration, and dispatched more than half of the elite Huanglong Kingdom corps for the Xuanyuan Empire to send in advance. Among them, there were 100 spiritual boats, and the combat effectiveness was quite considerable."

"Then don't hesitate, dispatch them together and fight against Wenqiushan!"

"Yes, sir!"

...

About half an hour later, the sky was covered with spiritual boats, which opened the eyes of the players. The next moment, the sky and the earth gathered fire together. The destruction speed of the ban on Wenqiu Mountains and Mountains began to speed up, but it was still not enough. It seemed that it was still a little bit worse to knock out all the bans within ten hours.

There is no way, I have done everything I can, and I can do it only to do my best and leave it to fate.

Around the ban that covered the entire Wenqiu Mountain, countless players attacked intensively, and the picture was brilliant. On both sides, the two major guilds, Myths, Fenglin Volcano, and the Legion of the Demons were also strangled together, which was even more thrilling.

It was around three o'clock in the morning. Everyone was tired, but no one asked to retreat. This battle was no longer as simple as victory or defeat, but it was related to the dignity of the national server. His white-clothed minister was pressed to the foot of Wenqiu Mountain and was wiped out day and night. If this continued, this was the national humiliation. In any case, the battle would be to welcome the wind back to the empire. He could no longer be reduced to the toy of Fan Yi, the literary thief.

About four o'clock.

There was movement in the seal server again. A large number of players in the seal server went roundabout from the east of Wenqiu Mountain and began to attack Fenglin Volcano and Yilu's position outside the territory. The number of people was large, which made the national server only able to draw elite troops to resist. For a time, the original planned ban strategy was slower, which made people worry. At about five o'clock in the morning, the ban on the mountain and waters of Wenqiu Mountain was at least 600+, but the countdown was only half. At this speed, we were destined to be unable to succeed.

Amid the sound of horse hooves, a group of NPCs approached, which were led by Shanhai Gong Nangong Yi, Qionghai Hou Zhang Yichou, Tianyu Hou Sikong and others.

"Your Highness, King Xiaoyao!"

Everyone clasped their fists.

I could only withdraw from the front line and asked coldly with my double-edged eyes: "What's wrong?"

"It doesn't make much sense to continue like this."

Shanhai Gong Nangong also clasped his fists and said, "Fan Yi was wrapped in half of the world's cultural fortune. Now he used Fengxiang's cultivation as a shield to attract the attack of imperial soldiers. In this battle, the Imperial Legion had suffered heavy losses. Now the army of the Daxiang Dynasty and the Alien Demon Legion attacked our positions from the east, south and west directions respectively. The attack on the Shanshui Ban ahead was destined to be a fruitless battle. My subordinates beg your Highness to stop the attack immediately and withdraw the Lujiao Pass!"

Zhang Yichuang, the Marquis of Qionghai, said: "This is also what Your Majesty means. Please consider it!"

"What does your majesty mean?"

I raised my eyebrows: "Your Majesty has already said that this battle will be given to me to command. If it is your Majesty's intention, please let Your Majesty come to me personally. If not, you, Zhang Yichou, the Marquis of Qionghai, will not be considered as the Queen of Qionghai in the future. I don't need to say more about the crime of falsely circulating the imperial edict, right?"

"King Xiaoyao!"

Nangong Yi frowned and said, "The soldiers of the empire are sacrificed in large numbers every minute. King Xiaoyao really has the heart to continue to do his own way for a dying Fengxiang? What's more, Fengxiang has also issued a decree, and he wants us to give up!"

"Yeah?"

I smiled slightly: "But as far as I know, Feng Xiang just asked us not to take into account his literary and cultural cultivation, but did not order us to retreat, right? There is no need to discuss this matter. You all go back to your positions. If you violate my military orders, don't blame me for being shady."

"yes!"

Seeing that it was unreasonable, everyone left in disappointment.

I frowned. These people came so well. Is it because the new emperor Xuanyuan Li tried my best to me? This new emperor is indeed a bit worry-free.

...

Ten o'clock the next day.

There are less than ten minutes left before the countdown, but there are at least 250 mountain and water restrictions in front of us. It seems that it is a foregone conclusion that it cannot break through the major formation arranged by Fan Yi.

"snort!"

In the distance, Nangong Yi, Zhang Yichou and others were sneering and waiting to see the joke. If the Wenqiushan battle really failed this time, I, the King of Xiaoyao... seemed to be unable to continue to be regarded as the king, right? I was so majestic in the court that I was wiped out. At that time, the new emperor really wanted to abolish me and gain the support of the ministers. It would be no big problem. What can I do then? Will I kill the throne with my cultivation?

I can't do this, either to the late emperor Xuanyuan Ying or to the conscience of my own.

"It's over."

A Fei sighed softly: "Does our national server fail in two consecutive versions of the event? This is really the first time."

Lin Xi was silent.

I was silent, but at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from my ears: "Junior brother, please dodge it."

...

Just as I was hovering in the wind, I suddenly moved hundreds of meters, a sword light flew from the sky, straight above the earth. The sword that Sister Yun cut out from the dragon domain came late.
Chapter completed!