A trace of timidity flashed in Wei Yu's eyes, and there was a faint hint of hatred, and he arched his hand and said: "Xie Fang Zhenguo's advice, the third article is more than the book and the Taoist text, then I can only fight against the water! If I hurt you and crush your calligraphy heart, don't blame me!"

Fang Yun looked down at the big brush in his hand, and said slowly: "You don't have to worry about ink now, there is still a way to retreat in the future, if you dare to use it, I can only go all out." At that point, I couldn't hold my hand. ”

Qiao Juze sighed and said, "Brother Wei, I called you that in the end, you can simply admit it." In the Moving Mountain Pavilion, I knew that you had to use your chest without ink, so I tried my best to consume all my talent and speed into this Ink Sword Pavilion, but unfortunately it was too late. You and I and Fang Yun are both scholars, your sin, Fang Yun can expel you from the school palace, but if you are obsessed, then if you turn the word into the ink sword and obtain the meaning of the ink sword, you will not only fail miserably in the ink sword pavilion, but even if you want to compete with Fang Yun in the future, you will have no chance. ”

Wei Yu said: "How could I not know, once Fang Yun transforms the ink sword in the Ink Sword Pavilion, then his future sword will inevitably be accompanied by the ink sword, except for a few geniuses of the half-saint family, people of the same rank will be vulnerable in front of him." But, this is the path I chose, and there is no turning back!"

Qiao Juze said sharply: "If you force Fang Yun to use his chest without ink, you will be a sinner in Jingguo! Out of Lingyan Pavilion, I will fight against thieves and behead you in the Xue Palace!"

Wei Yu's eyebrows twitched when he heard Wen Zhan, and he smiled softly, "How can I do what you want? As long as I can force Fang Yun to use his chest without ink, the Lei family will avenge the tragic death of the Lei family's children, and he will naturally protect me! As for the sinners of Jingguo, I am already there!"

Qiao Juze had a calm face and didn't say a word.

"Since you are obsessed, then use your chest without ink. Fang Yun lowered his head and held a brush in his hand.

Wei Yu's pupils contracted sharply, and he said, "Fang Yun, haven't you been preparing for today for a long time?"

Fang Yun didn't look at Wei Yu. In order to avoid being discovered, he deliberately revised the original text, so that the content of the original text conforms to the history of Jingguo, and the new text is rubbed from Liu Gongquan's other words, forming a new regular script in the world of strange books.

Qiao Juze took a closer look at Fang Yun and showed surprise on his face, because Fang Yun looked like a dead tree, but the whole person was like a god of war in the army. Everything before it does not exist, and thousands of troops follow behind it, and the majesty of the momentum far exceeds that of ordinary generals.

Wei Yu realized a key problem at this time, Fang Yun is young, and he is only a lifter, but Fang Yun is a "cabinet walker", and his official position is equivalent to that of a third-grade officer, equivalent to the governor of a state, and equivalent to a metropolitan governor!

A person's experience is closely related to the meaning of writing and writing. Once Fang Yun uses the power of high-ranking officials, he will definitely write a different calligraphy article.

"No matter what, as long as I use my chest without ink, I can overcome you. Then smash your two steles!"

After Wei Yu finished speaking, he closed his eyes, pondered for a while, and stabbed forward with a pen. This time, what he wrote was Chen Guanhai's complete article "The Great River".

A stab is stabbed, and the waves are everywhere. The river wind gusted, and a white light surrounded his brush, and a white wave of the Yangtze River faintly appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, there was a sound of wood breaking in Wei Yu's body, and then he saw thick ink suddenly emerge from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.

The pitch-black ink floated like seven small rivers, and finally rushed into Wei Yu's brush.

The blood on Wei Yu's face dissipated at a very fast speed, and after all the strange ink was integrated into the brush, there was no blood on his face, it was as white as a layer of lime, and his eyebrows and hair were like coal falling snow, gradually turning from black to white, and finally snow-white.

On his face, two deep wrinkles appeared, as clear as a wound cut by a sharp sword.

After more than 20 years of calligraphy power, after writing an article, Wei Yu had no ink on his chest, so he could only re-cultivate calligraphy, and the calligraphy entered the realm several times slower than before.

"Sonorous ......"

Wei Yu wrote, the tip of the pen was inked, and there was nothing in front of him, but a crisp metallic sound sounded.

When Wei Yu's first word was written, Fang Yun's eyes stared, and he saw that the word was cracked, and the strokes turned into poisonous snakes, obviously the words were already like snakes, equal to the power of Fang Yun's previous calligraphy.

However, the body surface of the viper formed by the Weaver script has a metallic sheen.

These metal vipers did not immediately attack Fang Yun, but hovered and screamed in mid-air, spitting blood-red letters at Fang Yun, and could pounce at any time.

Qiao Juze's eyes are complicated, and the words are like snakes, which is the original meaning of the Ink Sword Pavilion, the Character Ink Sword! Although Wei Yu can't reach the Cheng dù of the Character Ink Sword, he is infinitely close to the Character Ink Sword. Coupled with the power of abandoning calligraphy to form a dot of ink on his chest, Fang Yun only has a forty percent chance of winning even if he turns into an ink sword!"

Qiao Juze thought in his heart, looked at Fang Yun, and found that Fang Yun was just about to start writing.

"The Monarch Patrols the Left God and the Army......"

Qiao Juze felt like his mind was about to explode when Fang Yun wrote the first stroke, if it weren't for the fear of startling Fang Yun, he almost wanted to rush over and read the text as soon as possible.

"A new regular script font has been born! If Fang Yun perfects this italics, the way of calligraphy will inevitably become the Four Realms! If it is improved again, I am afraid that it will be able to reach the Five Realms! At that time, the power of the Book Saint will be able to reproduce! The power of the Book Saint will be able to cooperate with Fang Yun's own talent, as long as he can be awarded the title of Half Saint and hold the Spring and Autumn Pen in his hand, it is unimaginable!" Qiao Juze muttered to himself.

After the first word "country" is completed, the whole word moves slightly, and then makes a sound of a sharp sword unsheathed.

The pen is divided to form an ink sword that exudes a metallic luster!

These ink swords are big and small, long and short, but without exception, they all exude terrifying battle intent, and each ink sword seems to be not written by Fang Yun, but the life of a soldier general who has been on the battlefield for a long time!

The metal viper formed by Wei Yu's words suddenly shook wildly and screamed wildly, but after only two calls, its body suddenly straightened and stiffened, and then slowly gathered together, and finally returned to words.

Qiao Juze, who was watching from the sidelines, was dumbfounded, and said: "It's okay if the word becomes an ink sword, it actually scared Wei Yu's character into a snake to death! That's a text with no ink on the chest, is Fang Yun's article higher than I imagined?"

Qiao Juze didn't care about anything else, and carefully observed Fang Yun's words, for fear of missing this great opportunity.

Wei Yu originally only had white hair and wrinkles on his face, but after the word snake was completely scared to death by Fang Yun's ink sword. Sweat was pouring down his forehead.

His hand shook slightly, and the words he was writing were faintly flawed.

Wei Yu didn't look at Fang Yun, and he didn't dare to look at it, he was afraid that once he saw Fang Yun's words, he would completely lose his fighting spirit.

"I can't lose!" Wei Yu roared in his heart.

Fang Yun continued to write Liu Gongquan's masterpiece, one of the four masters of regular script, "Shence Military Monument"!

After the word "monarch" appeared, a faint bright yellow light appeared on the surface of all the ink swords, and each sword seemed to be a gift from the king.

After the advent of the monarch's prestige. Wei Yu sadly found that all his words had lost the ability to turn into snakes.

Wei Yu's gaze dimmed.

First, the water that wrapped the brush disappeared, then the ink of the pen dissipated, and finally all the bristles of the pen slowly fell off, and finally the brush in his hand became a bare barrel, which can no longer be called a brush.

People lose their ambitions, and the pen loses their edge.

"I lost......" Wei Yu said softly.

"It's a pity it's late. Qiao Juze said.

Whoosh ......

Ink swords with pale golden light flew out quickly, shattering Wei Yu's words that had lost their power, and then stabbed into Wei Yu's body. Through the body.

With each stab, Wei Yu's body retreated a small distance.

Fang Yun kept writing the "Shence Army Tablet", and one by one the words appeared in mid-air, and then turned into ink swords. Rushing through at a speed that the naked eye couldn't catch, piercing Wei Yu's body.

Wei Yu gritted his teeth desperately, wanting to endure the pain of this ten thousand swords piercing his body, but. After Fang Yun wrote the tenth word, two ink swords pierced his legs, and he screamed in pain. With a bent leg, he fell to his knees.

"I admit defeat! please let me go, I won't fight, I won't fight, don't write ......"

Fang Yun didn't seem to hear it, and wrote the words in the "Shence Army Tablet" stroke by stroke.

Wei Yu said a few words, and suddenly began to roll on the ground, trying in vain to dodge the ink swords, but those ink swords seemed to have eyes, and each sword could accurately pierce his body.

Qiao Juze's scalp was numb when he saw it, because there were too many ink swords, and there were wounds of different sizes on Wei Yu's forehead, face, mouth, neck, chest, abdomen, limbs and many other places on his body, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out.

Qiao Juze was sure that Wei Yu had the strength of a Shangshe Jinshi, and he would never kneel on the ground and beg for mercy because of pure pain.

"It seems that the ink sword pierces the gall is real......"

Qiao Juze couldn't help but shudder, and then remembered that there were a few ink swords that passed through Wei Yu's forehead but did not pierce the head and brain, and those swords must have pierced Wei Yu's Wen Palace!

Qiao Juze didn't dare to think about Wei Yu's pain at the moment, the pain of ten thousand swords piercing his body made people break out in a cold sweat just thinking about it.

“...... Please......" Wei Yu's voice grew weaker and weaker, and his eyes had turned gray.

The word snake can only leave a wound on the surface of the human body for a month, but the word ink sword is different.

The Character Ink Sword can't kill the people in the Lingyan Pavilion, but it can completely turn the opponent into a waste.

"You...... You can't be so vicious, it's not good for your literary name......" Wei Yu said.

Fang Yun conscientiously wrote "Shence Military Monument".

Qiao Juze said: "Wei Yu, it's time like this, you still say such things, you really deserve it! Fang Yun's previous persuasion of you to admit defeat was all vicious words, so what are you vainly trying to force out Fang Yun's chest? Go all the way!"

"Ah......h

After Fang Yun finished writing the last word, Wei Yu's body had become a sieve full of eyes, and Wen Gong had almost become a fishing net.

"I said that I was waiting for you at the Mojian Pavilion, not to give you a chance to win, but to give you a chance to admit defeat. It's a pity you didn't understand. Fang Yun put away his pen and looked at Wei Yu in a pool of blood. (To be continued......)