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"I heard that Li Shilang's tongue sword is made of dragon bones, which contains a trace of the power of the real dragon, once it is cast, the power of the dragon is extremely powerful, and you can only exert eighty percent of your strength!"

"Although Kong Sikong is famous, and he is the head of the four madmen, his realm is too low after all! Even if he has four helpers, he is by no means Li Shilang's opponent!" Several literary powerhouses couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

Kong Sikong's face was expressionless, and he held the Tianxin pen in his hand, but he didn't make any movements. And Xie Mingxiu was holding a volume of ancient books in his hand, standing next to Kong Sikong very quietly.

Jin Kexin's long sword was already unsheathed, facing Li Shilang from afar, and he could launch his most powerful attack at any time.

Once a martial artist gets close, even a scribe of a higher realm will feel embarrassment and pressure, not to mention that Jin Kexin still has a killing aura on his body, which makes people shudder.

However, Shui Anran and Zhuang Yichen's hands were empty, as if they were not here to fight to the death but to play.

"Kong Sikong, if you are willing to kneel down with me and confess your sins now, I can spare your life for the sake of the Kong family!" Li Shilang smiled at this time.

If Kong Sikong does this, then he will have both face and lining, and he will be able to hit the face of the Kong family hard, which is naturally seen by Leng Yu for those strong people behind the Li family.

"Don't you have to be joking!" Kong Sikong said lightly, and then waved his hand and said: "If you want to fight, just come!

Li Shilang's heart sank, and he suddenly felt a bad feeling! Why is Kong Sikong so confident, could it be that he really thinks that he can defeat himself with these few messy teammates?

"Look for death!" he waved his hand, and the phantom of Tarzan roared up, raising countless clouds of dust in the air, blocking the light and smashing towards the heads of the five people.

This battle poem is his most proud attack, and even those of the same rank must retreat by three points.

"Brother Sikong, let's join forces!" Xie Mingxiu said solemnly at this time. She and Kong Sikong shot almost at the same time, and each of them had an old man's phantom appear, running towards the Taishan phantom.

"Yugong moves mountains!" At this time, many scribes looked at it quietly and tastefully! Yugong Yushan is a long poem, and after stimulating the effect of Taoism, a huge power will appear, and it is not a problem to turn over mountains and seas.

But this Taishan Phantom is also extremely powerful, and under normal circumstances, a lower-order battle poem cannot resist a high-level war poem.

But Yugong Yushan's battle poems are different, although the rank is not high, but the strength can be superimposed.

"Interesting, Yu Gong moves mountains!" Shui Anran clapped his hands and smiled, a large pen with a purple pen tube appeared in his hand, and the phantom of Yu Gong also appeared in an instant between the waves.

"Scholar, this delicate and beautiful little girl is also a scholar!" many people exclaimed.

It's just that they didn't see it clearly at all, Shui Anran's appearance just now was very elegant, but he secretly took out a jade page at the level of a scholar in his hand, rendering all this.

Jin Kexin continued this soul qi silently, a scorching flame burning on the tip of her sword.

Zhuang Yichen also took out the writing, which he obtained in the royal vault of Yan Kingdom, originally to fill the scene without showing it, but now pseudo-talent can also be used as talent, which has a special meaning.

"Even the five of you dare to fight with me!" Li Shilang's eyes were full of murderous aura, and his tongue and sword heart moved at will, and he instantly slashed towards the five of them.

"Be careful!" The ancient book in Xie Mingxiu's hand suddenly moved, and an incomparably clear light immediately fell on the side of the five people.

At this time, the phantom of Mount Tai has also been smashed down, and the phantom of the three foolish men wielded shovels and flew into the sky.

"Boom!" Tarzan's overwhelming majesty made a loud sound, but it was nailed to the sky by the three fools.

At this time, Li Shilang's tongue sword had already landed on the light of the ancient books, emitting a sonorous sound and a fierce flying spark.

"I can only hold on to the time of a hundred breaths!" Xie Mingxiu said lightly, but there was no panic on his face.

"Got it!" Kong Sikong clapped his hand, and a small drum appeared out of thin air, and then the wind became larger, and the time of a few breaths was as big as a grinding plate.

"Knock knock knock!" the drum made a heavy sound of its own, and each stroke seemed to fall on Li Shilang's heart.

"Damn, this is definitely a high-level treasure! It will affect the coherence of my talent!" Li Shilang was secretly angry, and a huge conch shell also appeared, making a whining sound.

The conch shell's voice was mournful, but it just happened to neutralize the sound of the big drum.

"Phantom Demon Shell!" Kong Sikong changed slightly, the other party deserved to be a strong writer, and Wenbao would never be less than himself.

His expression was a little hesitant, because he knew that Li Shilang's hole cards were not a lot, and although some of his hole cards had cross-level combat power, the effect of the backlash was also extraordinary.

"Burning the city!" At this time, Jin Kexin shouted, the soul energy around her body soared, and the long sword in her hand seemed to burn for no reason.

"Such a powerful martial art, since you plan to shake the tongue and sword of a literary hero head-on?"

"Yes, this sword at least has the strength of the peak of a martial artist, and even the first rank of a writer may be a little afraid! But Li Shilang is a figure who has been famous for a long time in the middle of the literary hero, although this sword is strong, it has absolutely no effect!" Many of the scribes and warriors who were watching from outside the death arena showed a look of surprise.

If Jin Kexin can't defeat this tongue sword, then under the other party's pursuit, I'm afraid there will be a danger to his life.

"Just because you are just a martial artist, even if you are desperate, you can help me not succeed!" Li Shilang's eyes showed a look of ridicule.

Even if Kong Sikong Xie Mingxiu and Shui Anran's strength exceeded his expectations and could join forces to resist the power of Taishan Fu, but as a top twenty powerhouse in the Li family, he could not stop at these means.

At this time, he had already imagined that the other party would collide with his tongue sword without his own strength, and then trigger the scene of the tongue sword chasing and dying.

"The sunshine incense burner produces purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs in front of the river. The flying stream went straight down to three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days!" At this moment, Zhuang Yichen, who had not moved, suddenly waved his battle poems, and when the last stroke fell, a strong pseudo-talent flew out with a sharp and incomparable light, and finally landed on the long sword that was almost turned into a fireball.

This poem of Li Bai's Guanlu Mountain Waterfall describes the most fierce and unparalleled power in the water system!