"Do you want to use Hanlin Zhan Poems and Writings?"

Yan Lu's face was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed wildly, with a sarcastic look on his face, "Ridiculous! I am Hanlin! You want to use Hanlin War Poetry against me, it is simply extremely stupid!"

"Whether it's stupid or not, you won't know until after Wendou. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info", Lu Ming is confident.

"Then today, I will let you Lu Zhenguo be ruined, and let you know the fate of daring to argue with our Yan family!"

After Yan Lu finished speaking, he walked to the center of the field, and the scholars around him immediately retreated to the side, making way for a place where they could fight.

Lu Ming and Yan Lu were far away from each other, and the two of them each stood in front of a table, on which there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, ready to fight.

Zhou Dongyue held the official seal in one hand, and brought a talent force from the Holy Temple to envelop the two of them, and at the same time said in a loud voice: "This literary battle is won or lost in a battle of poetry, remember not to hurt people's lives, otherwise no matter who he is, I will use the power of the Holy Temple to imprison his cultivation, do you understand?"

"Don't talk nonsense, today I will let Lu Ming beg me for mercy!", Yan Lu began to write war poems after speaking.

Snow Song

The old peasant occupies the field and gets Jib,

A night of north wind and snow filled the house.

Don't be sad if you want to break the house,

Longtou new wheat is a foot of mud.

After the poem was written, an astonishing talent suddenly burst out, summoning a burst of heavy snow, causing the air around to drop suddenly.

Because of the power of the Holy Temple, only Lu Ming could feel the cold, and everyone else could only watch.

"Haha...... Lu Ming, take it!"

Yan Lu laughed proudly, and in an instant, the snowflakes condensed into countless ice arrows and roared towards Lu Ming.

Lu Ming was confident and mobilized the power of Wenxing's "pen into chapters" to become a poem.

Green Pine

Heavy snow presses green pine,

The green pine is straight and straight.

To know that the pine is high and clean,

Wait until the snow melts.

After the poem was written, a talented green pine appeared in front of Lu Ming to resist the gusts of cold wind.

There was a sound of "poof", and the snow arrows pierced the talented green pine, and suddenly made an extremely harsh sound, and then I saw the snow arrows melt at a very fast speed.

No matter how violent the snowflakes were, no matter how powerful the attack of the snow arrows was, the talented green pine still stood there, resisting all this for Lu Ming without the slightest wavering.

"Okay! This is the pine! Just like Lu Jieyuan, he has the momentum of being proud of heaven and earth!", Fu Yun praised.

"He actually used Yongsong Poetry to resist Yongxue Zhan Shi's attack, and only he could do it in the whole world. ”

"This is a newly created Hanlin war poem, if it is a universal human race, it will definitely be able to enhance the defense of the humanities in wartime!"

"What an upright pine!"

Everyone talked about it, praised it, and was extremely amazed.

Zhou Dongyue nodded with satisfaction, and thought in his heart: "Lu Xie Yuan can defeat even Xun Tianfeng, a scholar from the half-saint family, how could he not be able to contain an arrogant Yan Lu?"

Yan Jiangfeng's face sank, his eyes were firmly fixed on the center of the venue, and he was a little apprehensive in his heart.

At this time, when Yan Lu saw that the attacks of his "Great Snow Song" were all resisted by "Green Pine", his face suddenly became a little ugly.

The next moment, the corners of Yan Lu's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of confidence, and he began to write the second battle poem.

"The Northern Expedition"

The sea breeze is cold after the snow in the Tianshan Mountains,

The transverse flute is biased, and it is difficult to travel.

300,000 people were recruited in the moraine,

For a while, he looked back at the moonlight.

After the poem was written, an army of about "300,000" appeared behind Yan Lu, of course, it was naturally impossible to really summon 300,000 soldiers with Yan Lu's talent and cultivation, but it gave people the illusion that it was an army of 300,000.

At this moment, Lu Ming's eyes seemed to be a vast and boundless battlefield, and on this battlefield, a huge army was roaring towards him.

"The power of this Hanlin poem is so powerful, it is close to the poetry of the university warriors!", Zhou Dongyue said with an ugly face.

"Hehe, you know how powerful my Yan family champion is!"

Yan Jiangfeng had a smug look on his face, and at this moment, he felt that he could rest assured, and took a sip of warm wine.

"Lu Ming, you can't win me!", Yan Lu laughed wildly.

"Flashy, with your talent and strength, it's just a bluff!"

After learning the art of war, Lu Ming can directly conclude that Yan Lu's "Northern Expedition from the Army" is not yet popular.

Although the momentum is huge, it has not caused oppression to Lu Ming, so this makes him more calm.

"Then let's fight with me!", Yan Lu shouted.

"As you wish!"

Lu Ming snorted coldly, and immediately put down the pen.

"Out of the Stopper"

Gold-belted and chained robes,

The horse's head rushes to the snow.

Roll up the flag and rob the bill in the account,

Mess with the beard and lack of treasure knives.

I saw a roll of red flags appear next to Lu Ming, and behind the red flag was a handsome team of wind gods, which seemed to have only a few thousand people, but it gave people a fierce atmosphere.

"This ......"

Yan Jiangfeng's face changed instantly, and he said in disbelief: "This battle poem is actually close to the battle poem of the university soldier, this ...... How is that possible!"

"Haha...... It's not clear who will win and who will lose!"

Zhou Dongyue was full of incomparable confidence in Lu Ming, looking at Yan Jiangfeng with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and thought in his heart: "Lu Ming will definitely be able to defeat Yan Lu, he will definitely be able to!"

"Kill!"

Yan Lu roared, and the "300,000" army immediately charged towards Lu Ming, with a fierce momentum.

"Quick Fix!"

Lu Ming drank clearly, and saw that the red flag team rushed into the snowy sky at a very fast speed, waving a big knife and slashing at the "300,000" army.

At this time, everyone could see that the two sides were in close contact in an instant, and then they saw that the number of "300,000" decreased at an extremely terrifying rate.

However, the army summoned by Lu Ming became more and more courageous, invincible, and no one could stop it.

"Impossible!"

Yan Lu exclaimed loudly, almost thinking that he had read it wrong, "You are a mere talent, how can you write such a powerful war poem? How can your talent be so strong?"

"The reason is simple!"

Lu Ming said slowly: "You are too weak!"

"You ......"

Yan Lu gritted his teeth in anger, his face flushed, and it was difficult to accept such a fact.

"I'm sorry, you're going to lose!"

Lu Ming sneered and wrote a "Song of the Great Wind".

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying,

Weijia Hai returned to his hometown.

Ande warriors are guarding the Quartet!

A powerful hurricane was summoned, rolling up a heavy snowfall and roaring towards Yan Lu.

"Leverage your strength!!" everyone exclaimed.

"No! I'm not going to lose!"

Yan Lu was so shocked that he was sweating profusely, and hurriedly wrote a war poem to deal with it, but unexpectedly made a mistake in his busyness, and wrote a wrong word in the process, making the whole poem written in vain.

At this time, the army summoned by Lu Ming had already broken through the enemy camp and drowned Yan Lu in it with heavy snow.