The writing in his hand was the color of jade, and a wisp of spiritual energy continued to gush out of it, creating a strange connection with his body. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the effect of the unique aura possession of the Great Confucian writing, which can restore a small amount of talent in the master's body.

At this time, Feng Yangyu exhaled and spoke, and the writing pen waved into a poem in an instant! But one after another words appeared in the void, shining with an abnormal light.

"This battle poem ......" Many scribes were stunned at this time, and their faces were shocked! Because the war poems written by Feng Yangyu at this time were actually something they had never seen before, and in the midst of their talents, they directly broke through four feet.

This shot is the poetry of Zhenguo, and Feng Yangyu has already entered the second realm, which is equivalent to the power of the poetry of the battle in the world.

The peak powerhouse of the writer wrote the battle poems of the world level with the great Confucian pen, which was the strong man of the first level of the great Confucian, and he did not dare to take it hard at this time.

"Boom!" The words are like living creatures, quickly forming the appearance of a giant python, and under the agitation of talent, it is instantly formed!

"Roar!" a giant python with at least hundreds of feet in size appeared in the sky and let out a terrifying roar!

There was a very pungent fishy smell in the air, which made people want to vomit. The python suddenly opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a cloud of pitch-black liquid.

"This is not the effect of the Dao technique stimulated by the talent, but the summoning technique! This giant python is a living creature, a real fierce beast!" Jin Tiannan's eyes showed a solemn color, and he shouted: "Block the venom with all your might!"

The army in Xihui City was frantically condensing their strength at this time, except for the Jinshi Legion and the Lifting Legion, both the scribes and the warriors all blasted out the strongest defensive techniques.

The power of gathering was really strong, and a large net that condensed many defensive techniques appeared in the sky above Xihui City.

The giant python's huge eyes glared at this moment, and its spiky tail suddenly swept from the other side of the sky, and landed on the big net with great swiftness.

Although the power of this large net gathered many scribes and warriors was very strong, it was not strong enough after all, and there were many gaps.

At this time, after the giant python's tail was swept over, it was full of holes. Pitch-black venom fell from the sky and sprinkled into the ranks of the great army of Xihui City.

"Oh no, the venom is spraying down!" Many people were terrified, but more people gritted their teeth and attacked frantically with their own war poems and martial arts, but the fierce beast was at the level of Confucianism, and this venom was actually something that ordinary cultivators could compete with.

All the attacks seemed to be in vain, but the scribes and warriors who were within the range of the Venom attack closed their eyes in despair!

At this time, they could not dodge, because the army was surrounded by comrades, and in the event of a riot, the army of 80,000 would collapse without a fight.

"Whew!" a majestic tiger roar suddenly appeared, and then a swift and unrivaled strong wind blew, and those already desperate scribes and warriors saw that the venom had been swept up by a tornado.

"This is also a Confucian-level fierce beast!" At this time, the scribes and warriors in Xihui City were suddenly shocked, and they roared with joy. Yu Yichen had quietly appeared at this time, and this tiger roar was naturally emitted by the spirit of the white tiger.

The giant python sensed that a strong enemy was coming, and as soon as its tail stood up, it flung at the white tiger spirit. The two fierce beasts formed a pattern of confrontation at that time.

That giant python is just the level of the first level of Confucianism, but the size is huge and it is still a real existence, although the white tiger spirit has the first level of Confucianism, but it is only a spirit, once the aura is consumed, it will return to the sealed jade pendant.

"It's actually the spirit of the holy beast bloodline!" At this time, Feng Yangyu recognized the origin of the white tiger spirit, and his eyes couldn't help but show greed.

The spirit of the Holy Beast bloodline, this is a chance to be promoted to the level of the Holy Relic. Such a Confucian treasure can be regarded as a growth, and its value will not be lower than that of the peak Confucian treasure.

"It's just the Fourth Legion, and a Confucian treasure is about to be dispatched!" At this time, Cheng Lightning, who was watching the battle with a divine soul from a distance, couldn't help but open his eyes and quickly glanced at Zhou Yafu.

The latter immediately broke out in a cold sweat, this doesn't seem right, why haven't those two peerless female writers ever appeared?

"But that's it!" At this time, Nong Yixue, the third commander of the Lightning Legion, sneered and led his subordinates to attack.

The two major legions joined forces, and although their core forces had not yet been dispatched at this time, their attack power was still not to be underestimated.

However, the soldiers in Xihui City came to their senses at this time, defended according to a steady stream of orders, and still steadily gave the ordinary attack of the Lightning Legion to the next.

"It seems that something is wrong!" A cold glint flashed in Nong Yixue's eyes at this time, and he soared into the air and stood side by side with Feng Yangyu.

At this time, the giant python and the white tiger spirit were already in a battle, and the afterimages of their battle continued to appear in the high air! In such a level of battle, ordinary people could not see what was happening at all, and they could only guess something from the sound.

"Then I'll try it!" Nong Yixue held a great Confucian pen, and after laughing wildly, he began to write battle poems in the air very slowly.

"It's broken!" A hint of vigilance appeared in Jin Tiannan's eyes, and he could have a hunch that the power of Nong Yixue's battle poem was probably still above Feng Yangyu.

Generally speaking, those who are strong in literature and Confucianism are instantaneous in poetry, but there are also accidents! If the power of war poetry is too strong, they will write word by word, and they can exert greater power.

The first word of "Thundercloud Rolling ......" Nong Yixue is thunder, which is the power of a special attribute that is more powerful than the Five Elements attribute.

Yu Yichen was hidden to the side, looking at Nong Yixue's movements, but he had no intention of making a move! At this time, he was a matter of the Martial Confucian realm, basically no one knew, and it was also one of his biggest hole cards, which was enough to turn things around at a critical moment!

It really didn't work, Jin Tiannan would definitely activate the Seven Evil Sword Formation to block this blow! Although the existence of the Seven Evil Sword Formation would be exposed in advance, sooner or later it would be known.

Nong Yixue finally finished writing the battle poem, and at this time, above his head, a thundercloud with a diameter of at least twenty zhang had gathered, and when the last stroke of his last word fell, there was suddenly a purple arc of electricity in the thundercloud.

Immediately after, a thunder dragon leaped out of the thundercloud with its head held high, and instantly let out a terrifying roar, shocking all things.

"It's so strong! The peak powerhouse of the literary heroes in the land of blood is really powerful! What Yan Yufeng, what Shangguan Wufeng Ximen is worry-free, compared to this kind of old powerhouse, the gap is still not small!" Yu Yichen couldn't help but be secretly awe-inspiring when he saw Nong Yixue's combat power.