"It seems that I underestimated you yesterday!, but even so, you will definitely lose today!" Ouyang Lang said with a solemn face, and suddenly there was a light brown shield in his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Raise the treasure!"

"Ouyang Lang has finally used Wenbao! However, it is a bit difficult to use Wenbao against a newly promoted showman. ”

"Fang Luo is not an ordinary talent, each of the Seven Masters of the Mayfly has the ability to fight or even defeat ordinary people!" Many people began to discuss, the situation was not one-sided, which was particularly exciting.

The protective power of the shield is extremely powerful, not to mention the treasure of the people! So as soon as Ouyang Lang let go, the shield quickly became larger, and then it automatically attached to his body and shrouded all the vital points in it.

"It's not good to fall down here, with the war poems he has now, it's almost impossible to destroy this human treasure!" Luo Wuxi was a little anxious.

There is no need to defend against the opponent's attacks, and for the scribes, they can definitely maximize their attack power.

"No problem!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, Fang Luo's hidden battle poems should also be shot! As he expected, Fang Luo's pen walked the dragon and snake, and after a while, he stopped writing, and then his whole person was divided into four, split in four directions.

The first realm of this battle poem can be divided into four, and the second realm is four, four, one and sixteen.

Although Fang Luo was only in the first realm, it was undoubtedly extremely difficult for Ouyang Lang to choose a real one among the four people.

Ouyang Lang was stunned in place, his eyes looked around, and the expressions and movements of the four Fangluo were almost identical, and there was no flaw at all.

"Fang Luo, where did you learn the war poems? It's terrifying!" Luo Wuxi's mouth couldn't close.

"This should be a family heirloom of war poems!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, he had long known that Fang Luo's family background was very unusual, even higher than he imagined.

If this kind of war poem with doppelganger ability is placed on sniping and assassination, the effect is self-evident and extremely powerful.

Fang Luo, who was on all sides, did not stop writing other battle poems at this time! Ouyang Lang's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and although the defensive power of the shield in his hand was amazing, it could only defend one side.

"Damn!" he scolded in his heart, the battle poems written by Fang Luo were too tricky and weird, and he didn't know what kind of literary treasure he used, and he couldn't see what the poems he wrote.

"If you want to win him, you have to use the last hole card!" Ouyang Lang's eyes lit up, and his murderous aura suddenly soared.

The treasure in his hand disappeared suddenly, replaced by a golden jade page.

"Three-grade blessed jade page!" Even Su Li was startled at this time, but he didn't expect that Ouyang Lang took out not only the three-grade jade page, but also the jade page that recorded the poems of the Jinshi battle! It was very likely to be equivalent to the full force of a medium jinshi.

"Fang Luo, if you admit defeat now, it's still too late!" Ouyang Lang also seemed to be quite distressed to use this superb jade page, and immediately spoke.

"There are only Fang Luo who died in battle, and there is no surrender but Fang Luo!" he smiled disdainfully.

"Since you want to find death, then I will fulfill you!" Ouyang Lang's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and under the eruption of talent, the three-grade jade page was burning at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

The golden verses shone in the void, and the brilliant light made it impossible to look at it directly! The old eyes of the old writer who seemed to wake up like a dream at the entrance of the literary arena suddenly opened, as if he wanted to make a move at any time.

Fang Luo's mind only felt that there was a huge and incomparable danger coming, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and immediately wrote a protective battle poem that Zhuang Yichen taught him last night.

"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!"

"Ode to the Assassins!" Many scribes were taken aback, this was the number one assassination poem in the Jinshi War poems, and its power was extremely terrifying! Moreover, once the virtual image of the Assassin Zhuzhu appeared, even the writers might not be able to cure it.

"Boom!" After the four lines of text were burned, a black figure appeared under the golden light. The facial features are all hidden in the darkness, only a pair of eyes with only the whites of the eyes open, looking coldly at the world.

Even the people who were watching the battle outside felt an endless chill surging over them when they were swept away by this eye, and they couldn't help but shiver.

"What a terrible assassin Zhuzhu!" Luo Wuxi muttered, after reaching the Jinshi realm, he could actually use war poems to create such a powerful virtual image, which made him suddenly yearn for it.

It was only a moment before Zhuzhu appeared, and he disappeared in an instant! But everyone knew that when he appeared again, maybe Fang Luo's life was about to come to an end.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ouyang Lang's mouth, no matter how strong Fang Luo was, it was impossible to surpass the two great realms to resist the assassin's assassination.

Unless he can make a fourth-level town-country-level protective war poem, it's just a delusion! However, even a writer and a writer may not be able to make a town-country-level battle poem on the spot, let alone a mere showman.

Fang Luo, he will die! This is the idea he has determined in his heart at this time! According to the rules of the literary arena, the writer cannot come to the rescue at this time, because Fang Luo did not encounter a life-and-death crisis.

But once the Zhuan Zhu is moved, it will be an instantaneous kill, and it will be difficult for even the writer to seize this fleeting time.

"Oh no, Fang Luo is in danger!" Su Li got up suddenly, wanting to ask for help from the writer.

A hand grabbed him and slowly pressed him to his position! When he turned his head, he saw Zhuang Yichen's calm face, and said with a smile: "Believe me, Fang Luo will be fine!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that in the Wen Arena, a galaxy like a waterfall descended on all sides, constantly rotating in front of Fang Luo.

The stars are shining brightly, and they look very beautiful, magnificent and magnificent. The virtual image of the assassin suddenly appeared, standing in front of the majestic Galaxy Waterfall in a daze, not knowing what to do.

This is Li Bai's Guanlu Mountain Waterfall! With the waterfall faintly fainting the galaxy, in the era of the supremacy of the law in the Shenlong Continent, it has exploded with unimaginable power.

"Attack quickly!" Ouyang Lang shouted, but his eyes showed a look of horror! The other party's methods are really unpredictable, even such a waterfall galaxy can be revealed, and a mere assassin is nothing in front of this endless cosmic galaxy.

The Assassin roared in rage and rushed towards one of the waterfalls.

However, as soon as his virtual image approached, he was sucked into the Star River Waterfall by a wonderful force, and there was no trace of him again.