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"A Spirit King?"

At this time, Wu Yiming also heard the majestic voice coming from inside the building boat on the flat boat, however, for this kind of existence, although he knew that Ye Yu was only a fifth-order Heavenly Spirit Master's cultivation now, he knew very well that his combat power as a mysterious Brother Ye could definitely not be calculated according to his superficial cultivation. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Boom!!"

At this time, with a violent fluctuation, an overwhelming force suddenly radiated from the inside of the towering building ship.

Sonorous!

The huge blood-colored sword shimmered with a strange golden light, and it seemed to be about to be shattered by that terrifying force, making a sound that was powerless.

Although this is the power of the way of literature to communicate heaven and earth, Ye Yu did not comprehend the essence at this time, he just wrote this heroic poem according to the map, and he could not exert the real artistic conception power at all.

After all, this was the first time Ye Yu had used the Dao of Literature to fight the enemy!

However, looking at the appearance of the blood-colored giant sword that was about to be unsupportable, Ye Yu just smiled indifferently at the corner of his mouth, and then shouted violently: "Come on!"

Today, he, Ye Yu, is going to use this way of writing to kill everything!

Buzzing!

The strong power continued to erupt from Ye Yu's hand, and the golden spiritual power was surging like a big wave, and in an instant, another huge golden brush appeared in the sky.

And Ye Yu stretched out his hand and shook it, and a giant hand of golden light suddenly appeared, like a giant hand in the air, grasping the towering giant pen, directly towards the high-rise ship not far away.

"Men should kill, kill mercilessly"

Ye Yu's face was blank, controlling the huge golden palm, holding the brush and instantly writing such a sentence in the air!

"Come again!"

Ye Yu let out a loud cry and continued to write: "Immortal karma for thousands of years, all in killing"

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

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As soon as this sentence came out, every golden text that was written out by the golden giant pen and condensed in the air instantly radiated endless blood light and evil energy!

The sentence full of endless arrogance and killing intent suddenly condensed into a large array in the sky above, and in the spirit array, a majestic figure full of boundless majesty slowly took shape.

That's an emperor!

An emperor holding a murderous sword, his eyes are indifferent, and he has a mind that despises the living beings of the world!

He's on the battlefield!

"Immortal karma for thousands of years, all in killing!"

At this time, Wu Yiming, who was on the boat in the rear, saw this sentence, although he didn't understand the meaning of the slightly weird square word, but the martial artist had been able to channel spirit when he cultivated to the realm of the Spirit King, and he could clearly feel the endless killing intent and domineering contained in that poem!

"What a sentence 'Immortal karma for thousands of years, all in killing'!"

Words are no longer an obstacle, and besides, the Huaxia characters written by Ye Yu are actually very similar to the square characters in this world.

With Wu Yiming's realm and perception at this time, he naturally quickly saw through this poem.

"Bang!"

Wu Yiming looked overjoyed, he directly took a piece of paper, and picked up the pen to write down this famous saying, so that he could admire and comprehend it every day.

This poem is so unfamiliar, could it be that Brother Ye wrote it?!

Thinking of this, Wu Yiming's eyes were full of horror!

At such an age, his strength is extremely strong, he has an ancient bloodline, and he is still a spirit array master, but at this time, it seems that his brother Ye is still a master of literature and Taoism?!

"Brother Ye, how many secrets are you still hiding from me?"

Wu Yiming looked at the green-shirted figure that seemed to be possessed by Wen Sheng in the air at this time, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

At this time, Wu Yiming had already finished writing this sentence on the paper, but just when Wu Yiming wanted to hide the paper closely, a violent force of heaven and earth suddenly surged into the text of the poem he had just written on the paper.

"Not good!"

Wu Yiming looked startled and stepped back suddenly.

Rumble!!

The next moment, the piece of paper exploded violently, directly shattering the small table covered with paper.

"This?!"

Looking at the shattered paper and the small table, Wu Yiming looked horrified, "Ordinary paper can't carry this poem?!Could it be that the poems that Brother Ye has already made have reached such a realm?!"

Looking at the green-shirted figure in mid-air, Wu Yiming's expression couldn't calm down for a long time......

And at this time, in mid-air.

Ye Yu had already shot into the air, and the huge light hand condensed by spiritual power controlled the golden light pen and wrote these two lines of poetry in the air.

Men should kill, kill mercilessly!

Immortal karma is all in killing!

Four poems full of endless killing intent appeared in the sky, the golden words had become blood-stained words at this time, a vast and surging huge breath suddenly fell from the sky, and an imperial phantom wearing battle armor on the battlefield suddenly appeared under the four verses, and directly pressed the building ship with a palm!

Click!

Crunch crunch!

The huge building ship let out a piercing cracking sound, and the power of the previously imprisoned blood sword was gradually exhausted at this time.

"It's terrible?!How old is he?!Why has the way of literature reached such a point at such an age?!There is no right to resist at all?!"

At this time, looking at the slightly thin young man in green shirt in the sky, Zhao Hao had already been pressed to the ground by the imperial pressure below.

At this time, he and Ye Yu, Ye Yu are like the godless king who looks down on the common people from above, and he, Zhao Hao, is a frightened people, no!

Looking at Ye Yu, who didn't know how much younger he was than himself, Zhao Hao laughed at himself in his heart, he was still a core disciple of the Lingtian Sect?!

"How dare a thief?!"

And at this moment, the entire building ship was about to be smashed by the giant palm pressed by the emperor's phantom, and a long roar suddenly came out from the inside of the building boat, and a burly figure suddenly appeared in front of the building boat.

This is a middle-aged man with evil eyes in his eyes, dressed in iron armor, and terrifying, not like a person from the sect, but more like a general who fights on the battlefield.

"Uncle Shi?!"

And on the ground, Zhao Hao, who was coerced and imprisoned, saw this figure, as if he had found a savior in an instant, and suddenly shouted in a poignant voice.

"Rubbish!"

This iron-clad man looked at Zhao Hao's humiliated appearance, couldn't help but wave his hand, directly slapped Zhao Hao into the air, and then stepped into the air suddenly, looking at Ye Yu through the blood-colored giant sword and the emperor's phantom, and said loudly: "Your Excellency's way of writing is admirable!

The iron-armored man was the master of the majestic voice just now, a powerful existence of a middle-level spirit king.

However, Ye Yu, who was standing in the air at this time, had a blank face, and when he heard this ironclad man say this, he just chuckled lightly and said lightly: "Oh?

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