A blood-colored sword light that was several miles long and terrifying was slashed away by Bai Qi. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Everywhere the sword light reached, the blood was extended, and the murderous aura was pervasive, and looking at it from a distance made many people with low cultivation suffocate and tremble.

It seems that Bai Qi himself is a knife born only for slaughter!

"Boom--"

The blood-colored sword light roared away, landing on the dark clouds with a desperate momentum.

Then the dark cloud dissipated and never to be seen again.

The golden thunder contained in it seemed to be swallowed by the blood light, dissolved, and then dissolved.

Above the sky, there were countless stirs for a while, and even the space had layers of ripples.

"It's so strong Bai Qi!" Lin Chen, who looked up at all this, was stunned for a moment.

But breaking through the dark clouds with a white knife is just a small episode after all.

Although they were all amazed by Bai Qi's strength, the focus of everyone's attention was still the atmosphere condensed by Lin Chen's "Fixing the Storm".

In the immeasurable golden light, the special Wendao atmosphere was born!

Such an unprecedented atmosphere, the Wen Xiu present did not want to see its ability!

Let's see if Lin Chen is playing tricks, or if there is something really special!

............

The dark clouds are gone, and the heavens and the earth are clear again.

There is no mysterious golden thunder split, and the weather of "Fixing the Storm" is under the attention of thousands of people, and finally completely condensed.

Huhuhu-

Out of nowhere, there was a gust of fresh wind, slowly blowing over.

A middle-aged scribe with towering cheekbones, piercing ears, and purple eyes, glowing with golden light, stepped away from the vast Haoran righteousness.

"Snort!"

"Snort!"

............

With every step he took, wisps of purple qi grew from under his feet, and then drifted with the wind.

After walking seven steps in a row, he had already stood in front of Lin Chen.

Then, he bowed slightly to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen also returned the salute, but his heart was uncertain: "How did it come out of a scribe who looked powerless? How could he fight with that swordsman?"

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a slight panic in his heart.

It must be known that in the past, after his poems were written, there were Qinglian swordsmen, Jiangdong Xiangji, and the legendary Houyi!

These people are all extraordinary in combat power, and it is difficult to be a man!

But this time, Lin Chen couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Because such a middle-aged scribe really made it difficult for him to have the confidence to contend with that swordsman!

He doesn't even have a weapon!

"It's come to this, I'm at a loss!" Lin Chen sighed in his heart, "I hope this middle-aged scribe won't disappoint me!"

............

Although the middle-aged scribe stopped, the purple qi on the soles of his feet still grew.

"Snort!"

Wisps of purple gas rose like green smoke.

For a time, the golden light and purple qi reflected each other with the vast and righteous qi, which was extremely dazzling.

"This purple qi ...... Why are there so many!" The cultivators were all amazed.

Especially the literary saints at the forefront, all of them widened their eyes and were surprised.

Of course they've seen it, and even their proud work can reach this point!

But they had never seen anything like it.

That purple qi seems to be endless!

But judging from the current number, the purple gas of Zhang Tiannan's song "The Wind Rises" has already fallen behind.

What's more, the purple qi of "Fixing the Storm" is still growing and breeding......

For a while, there is no intention of stopping!

Then obviously, the judgment is made!

"No! Don't be fooled by him! He must be playing tricks and tricks!" Zhang Tiannan, who was in the depths of the stele forest, of course, would not accept such a tragic defeat, and immediately shouted loudly.

Although it seems that the gap between the two is particularly obvious, Zhang Tiannan still retains a glimmer of hope.

"This middle-aged scribe looks very weak!" his eyes were slightly red, and he looked forward to it in his heart, "My swordsman must be ten thousand times better than him!"

"Go, kill him!" he took a deep breath and motioned with his eyes to the swordsman to slash the enemy as soon as possible.

Sou!

Without hesitation, the swordsman flew directly and quickly dodged towards the middle-aged scribe.

It is customary that in the literary fight, when both sides can "show the weather", then the final decision is the competition of their respective meteorology!

Therefore, the next weather battle, which has already aroused everyone's hearts, is the key to everything!

The victory or defeat of Lin Chen and Zhang Tiannan's literary battle will also be really broken after this war!

"Whew!"

The heavy knife was unsheathed, and the cold edge it brought up made many Dao Extreme Realms feel dizzy and even suffocated after seeing it.

Obviously, the strength of this swordsman is definitely above the Dao Extreme Realm!

The swordsman soon landed not far in front of the middle-aged scribe in front of everyone.

"My knife never cuts the nameless rats!" his gaze followed the blade, staring at the middle-aged scribe with murderous intent, and then said coldly, "So, who are you?"

"Su Shi, Zizhan!" The middle-aged scribe smiled at the corner of his mouth, and soon became polite and polite.

However, it was only an answer, but there was no other remark.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

I was silent for a long time.

The entire Ningxin Island seemed to be quiet.

"Uh......" The corners of the knifeman's mouth twitched, and the right hand holding the knife was also shaking, feeling embarrassed.

In his assumption, after asking the scribe's name, the scribe should have asked him in return.

Then, he will be able to proclaim his name in a majestic manner, and intimidate the scribe in front of him.

However, after half an hour, the middle-aged scribe did not move at all.

Countless pairs of eyes, but they are all staring!

He was ignored like this, and he didn't even have the interest to ask, he couldn't bear it!

"Hey, what are you doing, you don't understand the rules of using each other's names!" the swordsman who couldn't help it asked directly.

"You are a dying person, what's the point of me asking?" replied the middle-aged scribe lightly.

As soon as these words were finished, the entire Ningxin Island was in an uproar.

Arrogant!

Arrogant!

In the eyes of nearly 10,000 Wen Xiu, this middle-aged scribe who seems to be powerless can really be called wild and uninhibited!

Such contempt for a weather swordsman who is far above the Dao Extreme Realm, what a boldness!

"What are you talking about!I'm going to die?" the swordsman suddenly turned red, and said hatefully, "Bastard, I'll make you pay for this!"

"Give me death!" he shouted, and immediately raised his knife and slashed at the middle-aged scribe named Su Shi.

Lin Chen, who was beside Su Shi, was panicking uncontrollably in his heart at this time.

"This Su Shi, is it okay?" he pondered in his heart, "You can't just make a bold statement and then be cut off with a knife, right? In that case, where will my face go!"