"A little ability!" Changliu Leye's eyes showed a different color, and a cyan writing pen appeared in his hand, with dragon patterns hovering on the pen body, and it was verdant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The long wind and waves will sometimes ......" a battle poem was instantaneous, and the writing was rolled with a surging soul and turned into a green dragon phantom, holding up the long-term music industry and flying away.

"Hmm, the strength is good!" Zhuang Yichen glanced back at Changliu Leye with some surprise, there was such a wonderful battle poem, which was almost comparable to the success of a writer.

However, he was not surprised at all, and fled towards the Iron Horse Mountain Range according to the established plan. In the blink of an eye, the distance between Changliu Leye and him became closer and closer, and it was less than ten zhang away.

"Stop!" Yuan Xiong and Gongsun Shan in the back roared at the same time and chased away. They don't want to fight for a long time by themselves, and finally cheapen the eldest grandson.

Several literary masters under the eldest grandson Leye were very vigilant and took out the Wenbao and surrounded him in case of accidents.

Zhuang Yichen rushed into the entrance of the Iron Horse Mountain Range with a whoosh, and at this time, Changliu Le Ye also followed closely behind, and the pen turned into a poem in an instant, only to turn into a rope, and instantly trapped Zhuang Yichen.

"Poof!" Zhuang Yichen fell to the ground, with just the right amount of horror on his face.

"I know what you want, just give it to you!" Zhuang Yichen showed a pleading expression, and then a roll of parchment flew out of him.

Changliu Le Ye laughed, and his talent rolled over. However, at this time, Yuanxiong and Gongsun Shan had already arrived, and the souls of the two of them both attacked, but they collided hard together halfway.

"Boom!" The huge air flow knocked the parchment into the air, and the talent of the long-flowing music industry was also in the air.

"What are you waiting for, pester them for me!" Changliu Leye shouted as he pointed to the subordinates of the peak of the literary master who came after him.

"It's Childe!" Several literary masters immediately commanded Wenbao and attacked Yuanxiong and Gongsun Shan.

Although their strength is lower, they are better than the number of people, and the power of Wenbao is also extraordinary, reaching the level of a writer.

"Let's join forces, and the benefits will be shared equally!" Gongsun Shan immediately transmitted the message to Yuanxiong, who nodded slightly, and separated with a tacit understanding.

At this time, Changliu Leye grabbed the parchment again, and Yuanxiong suddenly had a giant axe in his hand, and he slashed at him fiercely.

"How can this be reasonable!" Changliu Le Ye was furious, and at this time he could no longer care about the parchment, and with a wave of his pen, the green dragon phantom hovered and attacked Yuanxiong.

"The best literary treasure of the writer!" Yuan Xiong was taken aback, and he didn't dare to slack off in his heart, so he could only carefully entangle Changliu Leye, waiting for him to run out of talent.

Zhuang Yichen's eyes flashed with a smile, but he didn't move!

This parchment was actually just the guy he took out, and the real one was naturally stored in the official seal.

The strength of these three groups of people joined forces, and Zhuang Yichen was naturally invincible at this time. But even if the quickest happens, he can do everything he can to escape.

But Zhuang Yichen expected that these people were not of the same heart, as long as they fought hard, he could calmly fish in troubled waters.

Although there is not a single writer on the Changliu Leye side, there are many people and they are all at the peak of the cultivation of literary teachers, plus everyone has literary treasures, and the overall combat power is amazing.

In particular, Changliu Leye held the best writer-level literary treasures, and the power was so great that Yuanxiong was secretly frightened.

Everyone was determined to get the parchment treasure map, so they didn't have any reservations at this time, and fought with all their might.

However, Yuanxiong and Gongsun Shan are both martial arts and powerhouses, and their soul power is very strong. After half an hour of fierce fighting, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the foreheads of several scholars in Changliu City.

This is a huge consumption of talent, and the body has begun to be unable to control its instinctive reactions. On the contrary, Changliu Leye is quite relaxed, the writing is waving up and down, and one after another war poems have been blessed with more than double the power, and the speed is extremely fast.

Yuan Xiong was angry in his heart, but there was not much he could do! After all, this was the best literary treasure of a writer, and if a writer held this object, he could be killed.

This is also the reason why Changliu City is rich and wealthy, and Changliu is extremely favored! Many ordinary scholars can only hold such literary treasures.

The Iron Horse Mountain Range where several people fought roared, and many fierce beasts were frightened, and after taking a look at it from a distance, they fled in all directions.

And some of the scribes and warriors who were originally hunting in the Iron Horse Mountains were also thrilled when they heard this movement, and then hid in their own safe areas to avoid being affected.

"Damn, I have to kill you all today!" Gongsun Shen became more and more annoyed the more he fought, and suddenly raised his hand, and a dark war hammer suddenly appeared in mid-air.

"Martial Hero's best battle blade!" The faces of several literary masters changed, and they were all extremely dignified. The warrior's blade, like Bunho, has extremely powerful power.

Previously, Gongsun Shan's battle blade could only be regarded as ordinary, so several of them could still fight inseparably.

But now that the other party has sacrificed his hole cards, this is not very easy to do. After all, a martial artist with the power of a superb blade is not trivial.

"Die for me!" Gongsun roared angrily, and the swarthy warhammer suddenly became extremely large and smashed down extremely roughly.

"Be careful!" several of the scholars roared, maximizing their respective literary powers, and joined forces to roar the swarthy warhammer.

And the defensive battle poems are constantly thrown into the air, intending to resist this blow with all their might!

"Boom!" But the power of the swarthy black war hammer was too strong, and it was crushed down in an incomparable attitude, and the Wen Bao was shattered one after another, and several Wen Shi all vomited blood, and their bodies were swept by the edge of the war hammer, and they all flew upside down.

Gongsun Shan's face quickly surged with a hint of rich flushing, and then it also turned pale. Zhuang Yichen saw it in his eyes, knowing that after he forced a blow, he also received a lot of injuries.

Several literary teachers were all seriously injured and fell to the ground unconscious, and Changliu Leye looked solemn when he saw it.

"What a big boldness, you actually dare to hurt my people in Changliu City!" he said angrily, and the Chinese pen in his hand once again inspired a green dragon phantom and wrapped it around Gongsun Shan.

A blue-red pill was thrown into his mouth, and his talent for a long time suddenly increased at a terrifying speed.

"You're all going to die today!" Changliu Le Ye said ruthlessly, at this time, his talent had broken through the peak of the literary master and reached the realm of the literary hero.

"It's not that easy to want us to die!" Gongsun smirked, and the swarthy warhammer flew in.