No matter what you think today, it is impossible to change the pattern you have been destined!" Hewen looked at Yu Yichen coldly, and his disgust flashed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Oh, what is the predestined pattern?" Yu Yichen asked with a smile, and the demeanor and bearing shown by him and the Heshi brothers at this time made a judgment.

"When you meet our brother, you will have only one result!Defeat and death!" He Wu, who had always been silent, suddenly roared, and with an incomparably huge thick-backed long knife in his hand, he swept directly towards Yu Yichen.

And Hewen also became a poem in an instant at this time, and blessed Hewu with an auxiliary battle poem, which immediately made his sword's combat power soar by fifty percent.

The merger of civil and military forces is really the first in the world, and it is shocking to watch.

"Despicable, actually sneak attack!"

"It's so shameless, I don't even say hello!" The daughters of the family all exclaimed, and their faces were discolored! Because the two sides were clearly still talking about it, the two brothers who were a little guarded by Yu Yichen took action.

"That's true!" Yu Yichen smiled slightly, there were very few records of the battle of these two brothers, and there were basically no witnesses, so he had already felt in advance that this Heshi brother belonged to the kind of unscrupulous people.

He suddenly had a writing pen in his hand, and he looked very leisurely.

"Isn't he a martial artist?

"That's right, but he cultivated martial arts before, and then the martial arts hall was damaged, abandoned the martial arts and cultivated the text, and then the martial arts hall was bizarrely repaired, and then why is it repaired again now......" Many onlookers were extremely concerned about Zhuang Yichen, and at this time, their brains were also in chaos, and they couldn't help but discuss.

"It's a pity that since ancient times, both civil and military forces can't be combined, otherwise how terrifying is he......" Soon, someone made a conclusion.

I saw Zhuang Yichen's writing stroke slightly, and the power of the battle poems instantly turned into an incomparably bright galaxy, lying in the middle of them.

"This is a poem describing Tanabata, I didn't expect it to be applied to the battle by him!"

"That's right, this galaxy appeared, in fact, the two sides are no longer in the same dimensional space, no matter how powerful the sneak attack martial arts are, they have lost their effect. ”

"No, no......" Someone shouted again, and he thought of a detail.

"How is this possible? Do you remember? He was a warrior when he fought the day before, and now how did he become a scribe?"

The iron law of the Shenlong Continent, civil and military cannot be inhabited, this has almost become the iron law of the Shenlong Continent, and at this time, this iron law seems to have been broken by Yu Yichen.

"Could it be that this is a technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun?" At this time, a great Confucian in the battle hall had a contemplative look on his face.

The Hirsch brothers' carefully conceived sneak attack tactics were easily defused, and the thick-backed long knife swept through Yu Yichen's throat, but it was only a phantom.

The strength of the He's brothers lies in the fact that one person cultivates literature and one person cultivates martial arts, just like the perfect cooperation of a warrior and a mage, but when he encounters the freak of Zhuang Yichen, it seems that the advantage is suddenly lost.

The power of the war poems distorted the space in the arena, and it was no longer known where it looked when it was in place, but in fact the real location was.

"Let me show you how terrible I am with the Wen Palace!" Yu Yichen sneered, and his writing danced wildly, turning into a poem!

"The stiff and lonely village does not mourn itself, and Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. A group of ironclad knights suddenly appeared out of thin air, surrounded Hewu's group, and then attacked without fear of death.

And the writing in Yu Yichen's hand did not stop, and continued to become a poem!

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless, and a hundred flowers are left! The spring silkworm is dead, and the wax torch is gray and tears are beginning to dry!"

"There's a better way to do it! I'll show you today. ”

"Whether it's the killer blow that broke the He's brothers' painstaking plan or the means of this battle poetry now, they are all extremely clever!"

"It's so strong, I didn't expect someone in this world to be able to make such a unique and original battle poem, it's really amazing to us. At this time, the scribes were savoring these two excellent war poems of Yu Yichen.

And Zhuang Yichen has not had any intervals, he has been composing poems and attacking, and his talent is surging, like the water of the Yellow River.

Several great Confucian powerhouses all had different expressions on their faces, and any of Yu Yichen's battle poems were the best works in the town, and even they couldn't say that they could have it.

"Hewu!" At this time, Hewen roared, and two clouds of scorching light visible to the naked eye appeared from the two people almost at the same time, and after flying into the air, they quickly merged into one.

"Boom!" The light gathered and fused into a ball of light, and a majestic and surging power suddenly emanated.

"This, this is the power of the Great Confucian level! But the strange thing is that it is really incomprehensible why one scholar and one martial artist can cultivate such a realm!" Some of the powerhouses at the peak of the great heroes all showed extremely envious expressions at this time! Is this the inheritance of the demi-saint, it is really incredibly powerful.

Boom! The power of the Great Confucian level was really domineering, and it immediately scattered the heroic spirit of the ironclad cavalry and Fan Shihao.

The two He's brothers were together, and both pairs of eyes showed incomparably surging battle intent, as well as a trace of killing intent that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"It turns out that there is a backhand, so let you continue to see what a writer is......"

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning!" Yu Yichen was not in a hurry, and with a shake of his writing, Li Bai made the first sentence of the toast.

"Whoa!" the sound of the waves poured down from above, and in the middle of the arena, behind the Hearst brothers, a vast sea of phantoms appeared.

The whole venue seemed to be covered by something, and the light suddenly disappeared.

Before the Hearst brothers could react, they were besieged by the endless sea, and the yellow waves rushing high in the sky were rushing towards them.

"This, isn't this a battle poem on the civil and military suspense list?" The great Confucian of Chu State was shocked, he had pondered this sentence for a long time, but he never came up with the next sentence, and he was extremely familiar with it.

Although Yu Yichen is perfect for the next sentence, I don't know why even if they are strong scholars and Confucians, they don't have any special power when they write it.

"You don't see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, like green silk turning into snow at dusk!" Yu Yichen's writing shook, and a mysterious aura fluctuated in the arena, and a few fallen leaves fell quietly at this time, turning yellow in an instant, and then turning into ashes!