"The battlefield of a hundred battles is shattered in iron clothes, and the south of the city has been encircled. The raid battalion shot and killed General Huyan, and led the remnants of the army to return with thousands of horses. ”

The sonorous and powerful voice of the poignant and tragic chant changed from weak to strong, and gradually entered the minds of the surrounding people, and the sound of the sword waving through the air, with endless murderous aura, also began to slowly invade everyone's senses.

The power of the surrounding rolling avenue began to condense and descend, and the endless murderous aura began to spread in the air, and the strong prestige made no one dare to look directly in the entire restaurant!

In the sky above the Divine Light Immortal City, the Dao Divine Light suddenly descended, blocking the restaurant, and countless divine lights shone into the restaurant, wanting to wear away this boundless murderous aura.

After all, this is within the Shenguang Immortal Dynasty, and it is in the restaurant, and it is forbidden to use the power of the gods here.

It's a pity that the power of this poem is far beyond ordinary people's imagination, and the endless divine light descending is actually resisted by this poetic vision, and it can't invade this restaurant at all.

Looking at the prototype of the world in front of Bigan, it has slowly opened up, and in the world, countless soldiers and generals have appeared, who are catching and fighting, and it is rumored that the four fields are killing and shaking the sky.

All of a sudden, everyone seemed to be not in the restaurant, but became a soldier, fighting on this battlefield, even Dong Wu felt a strong suction, attracting his soul, submerged into this strange world of poetry and literature, called the spirit in it,

You know, this is a temporary world opened up by poetry, once the soul is sucked into it, the fight of life and death will be at the mercy of Bigan, and even directly by it by destroying the world, to destroy the soul, absolutely dangerous.

Fortunately, Dong Wu's soul is strong, and he is blocked in the ten natal magic weapons, and this bit of suction is not against Dong Wu!

On the table on the side, the long-bearded quasi-saint, looking at this scene, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and said: "Poetry gives birth to the world, looking at the power, it should be comparable to the full force of the quasi-saint peak powerhouse, this is just the late stage of the quasi-saint, and it is really terrifying to be able to use the strength of the late stage of the quasi-saint to perform a blow of the peak of the quasi-saint!"

Lao Zhu glanced down and said: "This poem should be done in advance, and it should be warmed for a long time before it is released and generated, depending on the situation, it should be warmed for thousands of years before it can be used, and it can only be used once in a thousand years!"

It's just that I heard that this comparison is famous for its loyalty and righteousness, and I didn't expect that I would use this method now, in order to prepare thousands of years of poetry, and compete with a monk who is a minor in Wendao, it is really a bit despicable and shameless!"

"I said Lao Zhu, you have to change your bad problem, Bigansa is also a military advisor of the Tianxuan Immortal Dynasty, if you hear this, be careful that you can't eat and walk around!

What's more, this poem is also condensed by himself, how can he not use it, if he wants to blame it, he can only blame the elders for not measuring their own strength, and he has to compete with Bigan Wendao, if it is a real fight, Bigan is not his opponent" There is no need for the quasi-saint to smile bitterly and open his mouth to remind!

Lao Zhu took a sip of wine, glanced at the two of them, and said: "You two are just timid and afraid, no wonder you have stayed in the early stage of the quasi-saint for more than 100,000 years, and you still have nothing to do, you are afraid of this and that all day long, and you can break through the middle stage of the quasi-saint is the ghost!"

Look at the elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, he is also from a small force, people are not afraid of the Heavenly Escape Immortal Dynasty and the Divine Light Immortal Dynasty, and since he is willing to fight, it must not be easy, I don't think he will be able to win against him!"

Hearing this, the two quasi-saints Huo Ran were shocked, their faces looked thoughtful, and after a while, they sighed with emotion and said: "What you said is also right, there are many requirements for the mind to practice Wendao, and a few of us are demon clans, and it is even more difficult to practice Wendao.

If you're afraid of this, it's really against your heart, and it's hard to break through your cultivation, but it's a pity that the three of us are bamboo, pine and plum, all of them are ordinary dryads, and they don't have any talent.

You can only practice the Dao to improve your cultivation, if you can have some powerful talents, at this time, I am afraid that you will already be a master of the late stage of the quasi-saint, and you will often enter the market to become a mortal to enhance your state of mind!"

The pine demon spoke: "A few of us have been wandering for a long time, if the elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect can really win the competition, and he is also a master of the Wen Dao, then we might as well go to him, with his guidance, we can also break through to the peak of the quasi-saint as soon as possible, so as to rescue those old friends!"

Hearing this, Lao Zhu nodded and said, "That's right, since the elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect want to compete for the throne of the alliance leader, at this time, when there is a shortage of people, if we take refuge, we will be reused.

However, we also have to find a way to get some nominations to send to him, which can be regarded as some merits, and it will be regarded as a nomination, and we will also take the opportunity to show our skills!"

The plum tree demon on the side said: "Now it's the elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who is going to lose, why did the two of you start discussing the matter of joining him, I think it's better to wait for them to finish the competition, whoever wins will take refuge in whoever wins, just the three of us can't save those old friends in a lifetime!"

Without further ado, let's say that Dong Wu's side, seeing that Bigan had finished writing, he pondered for a moment, and without delay, he dragged the paper directly, and the power of the gray pillar, as well as the power of Chrysostom and Yuyan, the power of the Heavenly Dao, and many other powers, were all blessed on the tip of the pen and began to write on the paper.

As Dong Wu's last stroke fell, on the paper, a faint black light flashed away, and then returned to calm, lying quietly in Dong Wu's palm, without the slightest peculiarity!

Seeing this, the onlookers were in an uproar: "I didn't even have a vision, but it was a failure!" "I think it's possible, poetry and magic can only be used by masters of literature and Taoism.

Although the strength of the elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is strong, the level of literature and Taoism is not good, and it is normal that the poems written are of no use!"

"That elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect dared to fight with Bigan, he really hit a stone with an egg, and he didn't know how he died!" Most of the onlookers around were grass on the wall, where the wind blew and fell there, seeing that Bigan was so powerful, the onlookers suddenly burst of appreciation, and their faces were full of flattery!

The law of respecting the strong has penetrated into the marrow of these people, since it is stronger, everyone naturally wants to stammer, the strong man's heart is unpredictable, if you don't care, maybe you will offend him,

Stammering twice, maybe the strong won't take care of you, but no matter how you say it, it won't cause trouble, in case you are taken by the strong, casually point out a few words, and if you don't do it, you will be used for life!

Seeing such a scene, Bigan also smiled with satisfaction, and then turned his head to look at Dong Wu, a trace of dangerous luster began to appear in the depths of his eyes, and he was already preparing to use the world of poetry to knock Dong Wu unconscious.

The poems written by Dong Wu have no vision at all, it can be seen that the cultivation of the Tao is insufficient, and the writing has failed, if he suddenly picks up the difficulty, with the poems he writes, it can be compared to the power of the peak of the quasi-saint, Dong Wu was caught off guard, he will definitely not be able to resist, and then it will be the time to take people away!

"Now that the poems have been written in the scriptures, you seem to have failed, don't you still admit defeat?" Bigan talked to Dong Wu to delay time, and began to secretly mobilize the world of this poem from the army, and quietly surrounded Dong Wu,

"Who said that I failed to write, the poems have not collided yet, and the victory or defeat is especially unknown!" Dong Wu smiled, but the corner of his eye looked at the poetry world behind him that appeared behind him at some point.

"Okay, since that's the case, let's start!" Bigan heard that Huo Ran was troubled, and before his voice fell, his heart was moved, and the countless generals in the poetry world had already rushed out of the poetry world with a roar and attacked Dong Wu;

Suddenly, only the sound of killing was heard, the sky trembled endlessly, thousands of cracks loomed, and from time to time there were chaotic air currents rushing out of the cracks, falling to all sides, and in the blink of an eye, the restaurant had been demolished into a ruin.

Fortunately, there was a divine light array outside, but it didn't let these chaotic qi escape, otherwise the surrounding streets would have to be demolished into ruins by the sudden burst of power.

And when he saw that the endless attack was about to be added, he saw that the paper that had been honestly staying in Dong Wu's palm, without any vision, was blooming, and one by one the big golden characters flew out, like a golden barrier, blocking Dong Wu's face,

"From the army, Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass. The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken. In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain!"

The sound of the collision of the battle armor ...... from far and near, gradually sounded, accompanied by the yellow sand in the sky, a golden-armored general who was 100 feet tall and scarred, and his evil aura was revealed, and he slowly flew out from front of Dong Wu with a divine dragon.

In an instant, the originally murderous poetry world in Bigan's hand quickly retracted into the poetry world like a cat seeing a mouse. It's even neatly arrayed, waiting to be reviewed!

"How can this be!" Seeing such a scene, Bigan was suddenly shocked, and frantically urged the world of poetry to attack again,

"Roar!" At this moment, the dragon riding general who appeared in the form of Dong Wu's poems suddenly roared, and then saw thousands of thunderbolts falling from the sky and slashing towards the world of poetry.

Immediately, all the generals who manifested in the poetry world were killed in an instant, and only the last person left in the entire poetry world was still struggling to support, which was condensed by Bigan's thoughts, and it was obviously not so easy to deal with!

Seeing this, Dong Wu's heart suddenly moved, and the dragon riding general suddenly pulled out his sword, rushed straight into the world of poetry, and fought with the general who was transformed by Bigan's thoughts.

At this moment, Dong Wu controls the dragon riding general, and Bigan controls the golden armor general, and the two sides perform their own stunts, killing in full swing.

It's a pity that Dong Wu's martial arts are much stronger than Bigan, and the dragon riding general is condensed from two poems, which is obviously more powerful than Bigan.

Although Dong Wu's poetry failed to open up the world of poetry because of his lack of literary realm, he did not fall behind in the battle with the general transformed by Bigan's poetry at this time, and even once gained the upper hand.

In the end, seeing that the battle could not be fought for a long time, Bigan sacrificed the entire poetry world in one fell swoop, and with a bang, the whole world has been shattered, leaving only a little spiritual light reserved in advance of the side of Gan, thinking that he would win,

But at this time, only a loud roar was heard, and from the smoke and dust generated by the destruction of the poetic world, a golden dragon gradually floated out, although the scale armor was broken and scarred, but it was obvious that there was still strength left,

With a dragon chant, the glimmer of poetic aura reserved in front of Bigan was suddenly shattered, and at this point, all the visions on Bigan's side dissipated, and the golden dragon also re-transformed into a text prototype, burrowing into the paper in Dong Wu's palm and disappearing!

"Poof...... Boom ......" The poem was broken, and the poem in Bigan's palm suddenly spontaneously combusted without wind, and disappeared into flying ash in the blink of an eye, and Bigan, who was connected to his mind, was implicated, and suddenly a mouthful of old blood spurted out, but he was injured internally, his face was even paler, and his body was shaky.

The body, which was already about to run out of vitality, got worse and worse, and Bigan, who could have lived for decades, now has only five years of life left!

"How can this be, how can this be......" touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Dong Wu with a look of disbelief on his face,

That is the super strong poetry that he has accumulated for thousands of years and has been cultivated, how could he be defeated by this unknown elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect,

Obviously, he has already made the world of poetry, and he is obviously the poetry he is best at, why would he still lose in the hands of Dong Wu, this shouldn't be, this can't be, this is absolutely unreasonable!

Isn't the poem written by Dong Wu without the slightest vision, why did the dragon riding general appear at the last moment, why the world of poetry was destroyed, but only the general was eliminated, but the golden dragon was fine,

This fight was lost in a mess, there was no way to fight back, and it was even more inexplicable, who can tell him what happened and why it happened!

"I actually wrote two poems one after another, and even fit more than seven layers of the text, which triggered the effect of returning to the basics, amazing, amazing, no wonder I can win the competition!"

As the so-called authorities are fascinated, bystanders are clear, than Gan is in the bureau, and has never found the details, but the three quasi-saints of Songzhu Ju who are watching from the sidelines can see it clearly, looking at Dong Wu at this time, but his face is full of amazement!

However, Bigan is not an ordinary person after all, he quickly came back to his senses, and after thinking about it for a while, he had already noticed that there was something strange in it, and suddenly said to Dong Wu in a cold voice: "What you wrote just now seems to be two poems, this game can't be counted!"

Dong Wu smiled and said: "I didn't say in advance that you can't write two poems in a row, I have no opinion on you using poems that have been cultivated for thousands of years to fight, you want to use this reason to cheat, it's not much use!"

After seeing Bigan write that poem, Dong Wu knew that even if he had the blessing of many forces such as gray pillars, if he wrote a single poem, he would definitely not be Bigan's opponent, so in order to win, he had to write two poems in a row.

Anyway, there are still a lot of these poems in his mind, and he can write ten more poems. Not at all afraid of not being enough!