"Soldiers, those old Buddhas in cassocks are the key. We must slay them. We must pave the way for the heroic souls—Zhou Xianchun, recite the war poem quickly!"
Zhou Xianchun did not hesitate, this was the moment he had been waiting for.
He held a scroll of calligraphy and painting in his hand, mobilized his righteous spirit, stepped on the flying calligraphy and painting, and flew into the air.
Once it reaches a certain level, the war poems left by Lin Che will be able to cover a wider range.
Zhou Xianchun rose into the air and looked at the chaotic battlefield. A wave of sadness flashed through his heart. It was not that they were not strong enough or that they had no tactics. It was just that there were too many demons and Buddhas invading this time.
Wherever he looked, he saw that demons and Buddhas were still coming from the end of the horizon.
But at this point, he could no longer care about so much. He summoned his righteous spirit, opened the calligraphy and painting, and immediately began to recite:
"Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to collapse it; armor gleams in the sun, its golden scales unfolding."
"The horn sounds fill the sky with autumn colors, and the rouge on the frontier turns the night purple."
boom--
The powerful power of war poetry began to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, covering the entire battlefield.
"The half-rolled red flag is facing the Yishui River, but the frost is so heavy that the drums are silent."
"I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you, supporting the Jade Dragon!"
Boom boom!!
A crimson light burst out from the war poems and paintings, like drizzling rain falling on the battlefield.
Countless soldiers who were originally exhausted suddenly felt full of fighting spirit again, with strength bursting out of their bodies. They were fearless in their hearts, and a casual slash of their swords could be as powerful as a normal full-strength attack.
“Kill!!”
The soldiers of the Shenji Camp felt it most clearly. They divided into five groups, like a long black dragon. One group rushed towards the Mingwang Buddhas, one group rushed towards the six-tusked white elephants, and the other three groups rushed towards the old Buddhas in cassocks.
The entire battlefield was once again filled with blood mist...
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