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Dozens of transport ships have sailed to the center of the river, and the ten-mile Wen Whale jumped up, like Mount Tai falling, and wiped out tens of thousands of barbarians in an instant; many barbarians have sent out war howls to attack the Wen Whale, but all to no avail, the Wen Whale is the embodiment of the Holy Dao scriptures, and no force can hurt it; all the blood-colored symbols of the war howl pass through, without exception.

The same scene was constantly staged in the Wanli River Basin, thousands of sentry towers began to recharge in unison, and the earth along the river trembled.

Su Yi entered a state of selflessness, and no movement was enough to shake his mind.

Su Yi wrote the sentence "The middle rope is open but not lame".

On the page, the invisible power burst through the roof like a volcanic eruption, suddenly shattering the four walls of Su Yi's room, shattering all the furniture and making a loud rumbling noise.

This noise alarmed the neighbors, and many people ran to the courtyard one after another, looking terrified, thinking that the barbarians had attacked the county seat.

All the servants of the Su family were also alarmed, Su Shi'er and Liu Xinzhao walked out of the door in a panic, and saw at a glance that the room on the left side of the main hall had been reduced to ruins, and Su Yi was writing in the ruins.

The golden light gushing out of Su Yi's body shone into the sky like a bright lamp, and they could barely open their eyes.

"Yi, Yi'er?!What the hell is going ......?"

Su Shi'er was halfway through her words, and she was covered by Liu Xinzhao, who was trotting over.

"Don't bother him. Liu Xinzhao whispered, Su Shi'er instantly understood, and nodded.

She understood that Su Yi was doing something big.

Su Shi'er was afraid that the subordinates would disturb Su Yi, so she ordered everyone to return to their respective houses and not to step out of the door without permission;

The battle on the Yangtze River has entered a white-hot stage, many whistle arrows are speeding back and forth, crushing one transport ship after another in the center of the river, because the first wave of the barbarian attack did not involve the wolf master, so it is completely unable to resist the resistance of the whistle arrows and the Wen whale; the first wave of barbarians is sunk in the river eight or nine times out of ten, and the remaining barbarians are all annihilated by the human defenders on the river beach.

In the face of such a large number of casualties, the barbarian high-level did not even blink an eyelid, while the human race was worried about the immediate advantage.

Everyone could see that the barbarians were deliberately depleting the defense forces of the south bank.

When the defense force is exhausted, the upper echelons of the barbarians will inevitably pour out, and at that time, the Terrans will have to engage in bloody hand-to-hand combat.

But at this moment, the entire continent shook, and many people were quite unstable on their feet, falling to the ground, looking puzzled.

A few eyes immediately left the battlefield, crossed the mountains and rivers, and came to the epicenter: the sky above Sushui County.

The owners of these eyes let out a sound of surprise in unison, and their eyes reflected Su Yi's posture.

Su Yi's writing speed is slow and steady, and the pen in her hand seems to contain the rivers and mountains of the world, as if it is pinning the hopes of all people, so heavy and long.

Su Yi wrote the last sentence, "What this bow person should know."

The moment he put down the pen, the Holy Dao let out a regular tremor, and the hearts of the world's scholars also beat in unison.

In the whole continent, all living beings are stunned, the drums and horns will stop, and everything will be silent.

The air condensed, the rivers stagnated, and time seemed to stand still at this moment, leaving only the sound of the beating of the heart that filled the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, it seems that only Su Yi still maintains self-awareness.

He watched as the pages of the book slowly overlapped, and then a dark blue cover appeared out of thin air, enveloping all the pages.

On the cover, the word "Shooting Sutra" emerged.

These two words are so majestic and ancient, as if they have experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes.

Because Bingfeng Continent has a very strict definition of scriptures and classics, if it is not the kind of book that contains great wisdom and great philosophy and can educate all people, it cannot be called a 'scripture'; so when Su Yi wrote the original text of "Shooting Scripture", he did not write down the title of the book, because he was worried that the word "Shooting Scripture" could not be approved by the Holy Dao; now Su Yi saw that the word "Shooting Scripture" automatically appeared, and felt that he was too much heart, and "Shooting Scripture" was enough to be called "Sutra".

After the title of the book was formed, the text began to change its form constantly, thick or thin, large or small, dark or light, and almost every breath changed more than a dozen times.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is the simple and vicissitudes of the word "shooting".

Su Yi clenched his fists, this was his hope, his footprints, and the proof of his existence!

Su Yi's heart was faintly throbbing, and she was curious, and she reached out to touch this scripture.

But at this time, time resumed, the scriptures rose suddenly, and Su Yi grabbed a blank slate.

Then, Su Yi's eyes turned, and her mind came to the scriptures.

Su Yi saw his body standing in the ruins, and at this moment, he seemed to have turned into the body of the scriptures, overlooking the common people!

Su Shi'er and Liu Xinzhao looked up at the scriptures that rose slowly like the rising sun in the east, and their faces were surprised;

Looking at the books that kept changing shapes in the faint light of swaddling clothes, Su Shi'er only felt novel, and although Liu Xinzhao had never seen such a scene, she also vaguely guessed that this must be a vision caused by the classics.

She looked at Su Yi with a bright light in her eyes.

A martial artist can write a classic, what does this mean?

The golden light on Su Yi's body had gradually converged, his hands behind his back, and his robe fluttered in the wind.

No one knew that Su Yi's mind left the ground with the rise of the "Shooting Sutra"; one zhang, two zhang, ten zhang, and one hundred zhang, as the scriptures rose, the city in Su Yi's field of vision also shrank, and the people on the ground were as small as ants.

At the beginning of the year, the appearance of "Shooting Sutra" did not attract too many people's attention, but when it rose to a height of 100 zhang, its dazzling degree suddenly doubled, as if it had turned into a round of dawn.

A circle of light then faded, staining the night sky in a brilliant gold.

All the people of Sushui County raised their heads to the sky, and they were in an uproar.

"It's the scriptures, it's the scriptures!" a scholar in the square pointed to the sky and shouted.

"How do you know it's the scriptures?"

"I haven't read it, but I've seen it in the history books! Similar to the Book of Rites, the Analects, and so on, all scriptures will have a dazzling spectacle when they are born, and I don't believe you look closely at the center of the light!" said the scholar.

Everyone raised their heads to the sky, although the light was hundreds of feet away from the ground, but the strange thing was that everyone could see the word "Shooting Sutra" lying in the light, overlooking the common people, as if a king was in the court, like a saint shining in the world.

These two words seem to contain a luscious philosophy, and many people are fascinated by it and admire it.

But others sighed: The race war is imminent, even if a scripture comes out, what good will it do?

"I didn't expect that a scripture could be born in my Sushui County, but it's a pity that ......"

Everyone felt that this passage was born at an inopportune time.

No wonder people have this kind of thought, even Su Yi herself is regretful, if this scripture appears in peacetime, it will definitely greatly promote the progress of the human race, among which the guidance of archery can be described as a model of teaching materials, but will the human race have time to learn and turn the content of the "Shooting Sutra" into their own use?

But contrary to Su Yi's regret, a cold snort came from Jiangbei.

This snort carried a raging rage, and it suddenly attacked, which made Su Yi's heart shake for a while, and his mind was very dizzy.

"Shooting Sutra" is like a flat boat under a huge wave, shaking violently because of this hum, and the light is almost extinguished, but after a blink of an eye, it stubbornly bursts out with more blazing brilliance than before, as if stubbornly announcing to Jiangbei: The scriptures will not be destroyed because of such a blow, and the holy way will never be extinguished!

"Sure enough, some barbarian doesn't want to see this scripture come out, and a snort has such power, is it a barbarian khan? The question is, why did he do such a thing? Did he feel threatened from this scripture?"

Su Yi thought in her heart, but was interrupted by a wolf howl from the north.

Su Yi hurriedly looked over, only to see a two-mile-long giant wolf actually rushing into the air, covering a piece of the sky; it was full of black flames, galloping on all fours, breathing for thousands of miles, and in a few breaths, it came to the sky above the Yangtze River.

The black flames on the wolf's body seemed to be able to swallow up all the light, and the light of the stars and moon was lost.

At this time, a Wen whale jumped high out of the river, as if after careful calculation, its long fangs pierced the black wolf's abdomen accurately, the huge impact force made the black wolf's body tilt, let out a whimper, not only its abdomen was dug out by the whale's teeth, but even the black flames on its body dissipated more than thirty percent.

The whale fell back into the water, a huge wave roared on the surface of the river and rushed to both banks, dozens of transport ships were destroyed in an instant, and a water village collapsed because it could not withstand the impact.

But the black wolf did not stop because of this, and still ran to the sky above Sushui County without fear of death, and opened his bloody mouth to bite the "Shooting Scripture".

Su Yi's heart tightened, and the people on the ground exclaimed in unison.

Suddenly, a brilliant blue light erupted in the sky, and a thousand-foot spear appeared out of thin air in front of the text, the spear was surrounded by a pale blue arc of electricity, and let out a crackling sharp sound, and the tip of the spear poked straight at the wolf's head.

The people and barbarians on both sides of the strait were shocked, such a huge momentum, it must be Yuan Rong and Khan fighting, but the human race has several Yuan Rong, who does this spear belong to?

The two terrifying forces collided, and in an instant, the earth shattered and the earth rumbled, and a mountain below collapsed, the earth cracked, and the clouds in a radius of thousands of miles were shattered by the majestic force, and the space within dozens of miles collapsed as a result.

A hurricane swept hundreds of miles, and the creatures on both sides of the strait were blown around, making it difficult to breathe, and their hearts were terrified.

The two forces in the sky burst into a burst of brilliant light, illuminating the lower reaches of the Yangtze River as if it were day, but after a moment they both fell silent, and when the strong light went out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, if such a force exploded in the sky above a city, I am afraid that the whole city would be wiped to the ground.

Su Yi's mind was the closest, if it weren't for the scriptures, he would have been crushed long ago, and he quietly watched the confrontation at this level, and his heart was suddenly and secretly surprised.