"The first champion of the Seven Kingdoms, I've got it!" Han Wuya's heart was full of pride, the descendants of Han Sheng, it should be so. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hehe!" Zhuang Yichen's face did not have the slightest color, and at this time, Xie Mingxiu suddenly appeared behind him, and a jade page in his hand was stimulated by talent and then burned.

"Hum!" a muffled sound in the air, followed by a wave that appeared out of thin air, like the tide of the sea, intercepting the way.

"Scholar Battle Poems!" Han Wuya was startled, and immediately shouted loudly: "Withdraw immediately!" Fortunately, at this time, the scribes and warriors of the three states were all in front, frantically writing war poems, and blasting out the most powerful martial arts to join forces to resist.

And Qu Ziling and Wu Yuanrong also reacted very quickly, both of them were middle-level figures of Wen Jinshi, and after joining, they immediately stabilized the morale of the army.

However, Rao is like this, and thousands of soldiers have been swept up in the tide and disappeared without a trace. Of course, the Tri-State Coalition retreated extremely swiftly at this time, under the protection of powerful scribes and warriors.

"He was able to obtain the poetry of the literary master in the virtual realm!"

"My God, he can't be the illegitimate son of the Void Realm!"

"At the time of the Jinshi examination, the upper limit strength of the virtual realm is only the peak of the Jinshi!" At this time, the world list was full of incomprehensible questions.

Who would have thought that if Zhuang Yichen was integrated into the virtual realm too thoroughly, Lin Yu and Gao Mingshan would want him to dominate the Daren Dynasty at all costs.

In a sense, Zhuang Yichen is actually already a person in the Void, so he will obtain the full allegiance of the NPCs in the Void.

And Lin Yu and Gao Mingshan are both half-step literary masters, and the life potential of the two before their deaths was fused together, and they actually completed the battle poems at the level of literary teachers.

"It's a pity, if Zhuang Yichen can use the warrior song immediately, and then use this literary poetry when both are defeated, then the victory is in hand!"

"Yes, it's a pity to give up the title of the first champion of the Seven Kingdoms like this!" At this time, above the court of the Chu State, several scholars felt sorry for Zhuang Yichen.

The effect of the poetry of the literary division war can only last for a quarter of an hour at most, especially the number of strong people in the three-state coalition army is also quite a lot.

Seeing that the monstrous tide was about to disappear, at this moment, a full three or four hundred scribes and warriors appeared at the same time, from the beginning of Xiucai to the middle level of Jinshi.

"Zhuang Yichen, what do you want to do?" everyone was stunned.

What kind of valuable combat power were scribes and warriors, and they actually used their hole cards at this time?

The soul and talent continued to be thrown into the wave, and the surging tide that seemed to never stop immediately became strong again.

"Hmph, Zhuang Yichen, it seems that most of the soldiers in your military camp are still in a coma! If you miscalculate so far, you will definitely be defeated!" Han Wuya sneered.

If the soldiers who fought fiercely for three days had not used war poems to stimulate their potential, they would have slept for at least eight hours, but now it is far from enough.

Even if ordinary war poems wake them up, they can't recover their physical strength and strength without an hour's rest.

And now, Zhuang Yichen seems to have no way, so he wants to use this literary poetry to take a risk.

"Resist me, they can't hold on much! The energy consumed by the Wenshi Battle Poetry is amazing, and they can last another quarter of an hour at most!" Han Wuya also joined the defense.

Hundreds of scribes and warriors were fighting frantically in front of them, and the 100,000 troops behind them were idle, and such a scene was probably rare in the world.

A quarter of an hour later, the talent and soul energy in the bodies of the scribes and warriors were almost consumed, and at this time, under the leadership of Xie Mingxiu, they immediately turned around and ran towards the barracks.

The same is true of the Three-State Alliance's side! Seeing that the tide is about to turn into a virtual shadow, the 100,000-strong army of the Three-State Alliance has also begun to prepare to charge.

"Zhuang Yichen, you lost!" Although Han Wuya's face was still calm, he couldn't hide that high-spirited feeling.

"Well, your behavior now, according to the words of our hometown, is called pretending!" Zhuang Yichen smiled slightly, and Han Wuya suddenly became unhappy.

I don't understand what it means, but it seems to be a very indecent word?

"Tear them apart for me!" Han Wuya waved his hand, and at this time, the wave conjured up by the poetry of the literary master finally disappeared.

However, the sound of ticking rain began to sound around the battlefield like a bead of jade.

"The rainstorm is coming again?" Han Wuya Qu Ziling's face changed, and he immediately roared in unison: "Speed up!"

Almost at the same time, a torrential rain poured down, and the front was so white that nothing could be seen.

"Oh no!" Han Wuya secretly screamed in his heart, in such an environment, ordinary soldiers couldn't even see clearly from ten meters away, and their attack power was greatly reduced.

"How did this rainstorm come by such a coincidence?" At this time, in the imperial study of the Qin State, the young and majestic face of the Qin Emperor was also slightly discolored.

Previously, Wu Yuanrong had predicted the end of the first wave of rainstorms with Wenbao, but he did not predict that the second wave of rainstorms would arrive in less than three quarters.

And Zhuang Yichen first used the poetry of the literary division to forcibly block the way of the 100,000 army, and then even more frantically exhausted the talents and souls of all the scribes and warriors, blocking it for a quarter of an hour again.

Then, the torrential rain came unexpectedly, and no matter how you look at it, there is a strange smell.

Emperor Qin's brows furrowed, and he was suddenly slightly shocked: "Could it be that Zhuang Yichen has the ability to predict the time of day?"

"What a coincidence!" At this time, in the sky above the Holy Courtyard, many half-saint divine thoughts also fluctuated in surprise.

"Hehe, I haven't seen such an interesting battle in many years!" a demi-saint holding a wine gourd barefoot suddenly appeared, and there seemed to be an infinite depth of mystery in his eyes.

"Qu Yuan, it's rare to see you come out, it seems that this Qu Ziling is the genius that your Qu family will try their best to cultivate in the next hundred years!" A demi-saint dressed in an ordinary scribe's robe also appeared, holding a book in his hand, but his face was full of a killing aura, which was very threatening.

"Han Feizi, don't tell me that you came here by accident!" Qu Yuan smiled heroically and raised his head to take a sip of gourd wine.

"I just want to see what is so strange about being able to fight such an embarrassed person of our three descendants with the power of one person!" Han Feizi said lightly.

In fact, no matter where the saints are, it is easy for the gods to see everything in the void.

The reason why they appear is just to show an attitude, representing how much they value.

"It seems that you, like me, suspect that he has a hidden holy treasure to cheat!" Qu Yuan took a sip of wine, and his expression immediately became indifferent and ruthless.