(PS: Update is complete!Ask for favorites and recommend tickets!)

"Bang!"

The leading bandits were running with a full body of culture, and they only relied on their flesh and blood to block Mu Tiange's attack with their culture. The more than a dozen bandits in the front row, at least their flesh and blood have been completely tempered, like steel.

Xia Chengfeng appeared with a Wenbao pen in his hand, took out a piece of rice paper, and began to write an article.

Lift people to book and move. As long as the reader reaches the position of lifting the humanities, he can not only write articles to increase the light of the heart in the body, but also write articles to suppress the enemy.

Zhang Yi ran Wen Qi and covered the heart fire on the limbs, and the preliminary tempering of the skin membrane of his limbs was completed, which could make the heart fire cover the top and increase the combat effectiveness when facing the enemy.

Feng Chonglou Qiao Juzheng has long had the strength to show his talents, and after passing the county test, he has already completed the quenching of the skin and flesh, and now he has reached the point of refining the big tendons in the third step. When the Wen Qi was running, the flesh and blood in the body were even more thumping, and the figure was obviously much stronger.

The rest of the Xiucai saw Mu Tiange and Xia Chengfeng sitting in charge, and Zhang Yi and others led them, and slowly quieted down. Most of them are former talents, and their strength is no worse than Zhang Yi, and they have used their literary spirit and heart fire to rush towards the bandits.

Zhang Lin and the other three talents of this year's show stayed where they were. They have not even tempered their skins, and in the face of these bandits, they can only be killed.

"Thousands of autumn waters, one scoop is enough. ”

Mu Tiange is full of emotion, he was originally the young master of the pastoral house, and most of the articles he wrote were related to water. At this moment, his jade fan flew, and streams of water appeared in the clear sky, and these flowing waters turned into sharp swords, rushing towards the bandits in the lead.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, I'm afraid you won't make it. One of the long-haired bandits in the lead bared his yellow teeth, slashing at the water sword with a plate axe, his words full of disdain.

The other bandits naturally laughed and agreed, they had just comprehended Mu Tiange's attack, and they didn't care about these weak water swords at all.

Only this time, to their surprise, the water sword suddenly accelerated, striking at the long-haired bandit, instantly piercing his skin and flesh, and then exploding, and the flesh and blood flew sideways.

Only then did the other bandits think of dodging the water sword. It's a pity that it's too late, more than a dozen bandits, only three escaped, and the rest were all hit by water swords, and the flesh and blood of the explosion were blurred, flying on the other bandits.

The tragic situation of these people did not make this group of bandits retreat, but they were even more excited and bloodthirsty, and let out a roar from their mouths, and rushed towards Mu Tiange even more fiercely. There were also more than a dozen bandits, flying towards the talents.

Xia Chengfeng finally wrote his own article, which is a battle poem he created, called "Seven Consecutive Kills".

Seven dark clouds appeared in an instant, among which countless sword weapons flashed, and between the collision of swords, a faint thunder appeared.

The dark clouds crossed Zhang Yi and the others, and rushed to more than a dozen bandits at the speed of wind and thunder.

"Boom!"

The moment the dark clouds touched the body of the bandits, the surging aura exploded instantly, blowing more than a dozen bandits into ashes. This "Seven Consecutive Kills" is several times stronger than Mu Tiange's attack, and when the article is written, it is much more powerful than simply using the literary tone.

"Presumptuous, you dare to slaughter my son!" an elderly bandit shouted, jumped up in the air, and his hands spewed out two arm-thick words, attacking Mu Tiange and Xia Chengfeng at the same time.

"Black-hearted old man!" Xia Chengfeng was slightly surprised, this black-hearted old man was quite famous in this area. The top lifters who died in his hands all had the number of hands, and they were extremely fierce.

Mu Tiange had also heard the name of the black-hearted old man, and as soon as the jade fan was closed, he began to get serious. Neither he nor Xia Chengfeng had discovered that there was a bandit like a black-hearted old man hidden in this team, and he was almost plotted.

A scar-faced bandit with a sturdy physique stood in front of Zhang Yi, grinning his teeth and striking his chest with fists with both hands, making a thumping sound.

Zhang Yi knew that this bandit had at least finished refining the skin membrane, and even some flesh and blood. He didn't dare to despise this bandit, so he struck first, and his fist swept towards Scarface's face.

Scarface had an ugly face, and when he saw that the scholar in front of him was thin, he didn't pay attention to it. He swung his fist casually and collided with Zhang Yi's fist.

"Bang!"

The two of them each took a step back.

Zhang Yi's fists were faintly hot, and his limbs were only preliminarily tempered. And the skin of this scar-faced bandit has been tempered, and the competition is very disadvantageous. If it weren't for the fact that he was a talent from heaven, after two baptisms of literary luck, his body would be much stronger than that of ordinary talents, otherwise he would have suffered a loss this time.

The scar-faced bandits have grown up in such poor mountains and rivers since they were children, and their intelligence is much worse than that of ordinary talents. But for so many years, he has the most respect for strength, and the strength of this white and thin little showman can be equal to him, which suddenly made him interested.

Scarface roared, his fists fluttered, and he smashed at Zhang Yi desperately.

Zhang Yi didn't have time to think, he attached all his heart fire and qi to his arms, and in the blink of an eye, he punched Scarface dozens of times.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The skin of the scar-faced bandit's fists was scorched black by Zhang Yi's heartfire, and he grinned in pain, and pounced on Zhang Yi again.

Zhang Yi only felt that the membranes of his hands were almost torn, and even his arms were in great pain. If this continues, he will definitely die at the hands of Scarface.

So far, that's the only thing left to use.

Zhang Yi's left arm resisted Scarface's attack, and with his right hand, he took out the Wen Baolong wolf pen from his heart.

The literary spirit is vertical and horizontal, the heart fire spreads, the blood flows on the dragon and wolf pen, and in an instant, a fierce aura like a wolf and a dragon appears on Zhang Yi's body.

Zhang Yi felt this dragon wolf aura, and his heart suddenly became much firmer, and he suddenly used the dragon wolf pen as a sword and stabbed it into Scarface's chest!

"Poof!"

The Scarface Bandit looked at his chest in disbelief, his skin and flesh had been tempered, and ordinary swords couldn't pierce it. This ordinary-looking brush pierced his chest like a tofu.

Zhang Yilong's wolf possessed his body, and the fierce brush stabbed Scarface's chest, piercing his heart, until he was completely dead, and was about to rush towards the other bandits, when a strong killing intent suddenly came from behind him!

The black-hearted old man saw the scar-faced bandit lying on the ground, already dead. Instantly went violent, knocked Mu Tiange and Xia Chengfeng into vomiting blood, fell to the ground, stretched out his hand, and slapped Zhang Yi.

"Ahhh

Zhang Yi really didn't expect that the scar-faced bandit would be the son of this black-hearted old man.

This palm is only slightly larger than ordinary people, but in Zhang Yi's eyes, it is like a small mountain, covering the sky and the sun, and it is menacing.

The black-hearted old man faced Xia Chengfeng, Mu Tiange, and the two geniuses raised people, and he was able to gain the upper hand with one enemy and two enemies, and his strength was infinitely close to that of Gongshi.

Zhang Yi knew that his resistance was useless, but he still stretched out the dragon wolf pen and stabbed straight towards the palm of his hand.

"Be careful!" Qiu Yishui snorted, jumped up from nowhere, and came to the battlefield in an instant.

A colored jade belt was tied around Zhang Yi's waist and took him away from death. Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it was so dangerous, he almost lost his life.

The black-hearted old man shouted: "This son killed my son, and the old man is not with him." Little girl, if you leave as soon as possible, the old man will let you live. ”

"It's just a bandit, and they dare to talk to their aunt and grandmother like this, and look at the tricks. ”

Qiu Yishui is like a goddess of the Nine Heavens, and the jade belt dances wildly and turns into a water dragon, fighting with the black-hearted old man.

Xia Chengfeng and Mu Tiange got up, and they pounced on the other bandits. These bandits are just showing their strength, and they can't make two moves under their hands, and they all lie on the ground in less than a while.

After hundreds of moves, the Qiuyi water jade belt turned into an optimus giant pillar, slapping the black-hearted old man from the air to the ground, smashing a big hole.

The black-hearted old man jumped out of the pit and shouted to the jungle behind him: "Demon brother, if you don't make a move, I will fold here!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, the black-hearted old man actually had a helper!

Zhang Yi looked up with everyone, only to see that on the hillside in the distance, the deciduous boulders and dead trees were all flying up, smashing at the top of everyone's heads. These heavy things came in an instant, and this hidden person was too strong.

Qiu Yishui, Mu Tiange, and Xia Chengfeng urged the whole body to resist such a majestic attack.

"The little monster also dares to act in front of this seat. ”

Huang Jitian shouted loudly from a hundred zhang away, stepped out, and came to everyone's eyes. He held an eight-foot-long steel blade in his hand, taller than ordinary people, and with a single slash, all the dead wood and boulder leaves flew upside down to the hillside.

"Boom!"

There seemed to be a barrier on the hillside, and the dead wood boulders smashed into the void, landed on the hillside, and rolled down the hillside.

A purple-clothed man walked out from behind the hillside and grinned: "The iron-blooded god will be the emperor of the heavens, and when I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation, and the demon marquis Ziye in the Lower Ten Thousand Demon Palace, known as the purple-clothed demon god." ”

"I don't care what you are, dare to cross the border to my Great Zhou Dynasty, and then I will talk about it. Huang Jitian took a sip, raised the steel blade in his hand, and came to the Demon Marquis Ziye in one step, slashing fiercely.

Huang Jitian was already tall and abnormal, and at this moment, he wielded a big sword to slash the purple-clothed demon god. In the hearts of all Xiucai, he is more like a demon god than the demon marquis Ziye, but he is dressed in black clothes today, and he can't snatch the title of his own demon god.

"Stop, I'm the Demon Marquis of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace!"

Demon Marquis Ziye has been lurking in the country of Fuliu for more than ten years, and he is familiar with the name of the iron-blooded god general Huang Jitian. It's just that he really didn't expect that Huang Jitian would be so vulgar and unbearable, and he reported his life, he didn't say it, and directly killed him.

Huang Jitian turned a deaf ear, and he didn't care what ten thousand demon palaces you were in or ten thousand demon palaces. Even if you want to be scary, you should take out the Daoyi Academy or the Floating Cloud Heavenly Palace, what kind of bullshit Ten Thousand Demon Palace, it is not easy to do in the Great Zhou Dynasty!

The big sword came in an instant, and the demon marquis Ziye hurriedly sacrificed a jade plaque.

This jade plate is crystal clear, it is a treasure at a glance, and it emits a blue light to protect the demon marquis Ziye in it!

"Bang!"

Huang Jitian was stunned for a moment, his knife couldn't even be carried by an ordinary Jinshi Wenbao. This demon marquis Ziye is no more than a tribute cultivator, and he actually blocked his own blow with this jade plate.

"Phew!" Huang Jitian spat and picked up the big knife.

The demon marquis Ziye was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew that it would blast towards him like an endless mountain knife shadow.

In just a moment, a jade plaque comparable to Jinshi's defensive treasure made a "click" sound and shattered to the ground.

The demon marquis Ziye also split it in half with a knife.