In the center of the martial arts arena, the passionate speech that lasted for half a pillar of incense finally came to an end. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Cui Wen and the disciples of the Song family also stood at both ends at this time.

Looking at the high-spirited Cui Wen, Liu Sen was helpless, and after a little hesitation, he announced: "[One Sword King] has officially begun!"

As soon as the words fell, the martial arts arena consciously quieted down, perhaps before that, no one knew Cui Wen's name. But yesterday, the three saints appointed the heads of the Ten Kingdoms, and this name has been deeply imprinted in the minds of all the teachers and students of Jing Academy.

A genius-level scholar faced twelve outstanding students alone, and among these students there were also sixth-order scholars. What was the outcome of the battle?

Knock Knock!!

At the edge of the martial arts arena, eighteen war drums sounded, and the rhythmic drums were like the pulsating sound of a blood-boiling heart.

The battle has officially begun!

Song Hao and other disciples of the Song family took the lead in entering the martial arts arena, looking at Cui Wen who slowly entered the arena, their faces couldn't help but show resentment. The resentful gaze seemed to be looking at a dead man.

The distance between the two sides went from far to near, looking at Cui Wen's casual application, Song Hao's heart suddenly became nameless, and he said coldly: "Cui Wen, you are just a poor and sour Confucian, and you have the audacity to provoke my Song family, you don't know how thick the sky is!"

The corners of Song Jun's eyes twitched, and deep jealousy flashed in his eyes. Half a year ago, Cui Wen and he were both mud in Jing Academy. However, he is a disciple of the Song family, how can Cui Wen compare?

However, the situation has suddenly reversed. Cui Wen turned into a person who actually became the head of the Ten Kingdoms hand-picked by the three saints, and when he thought about the time when he was lying on the couch and couldn't get off the ground, Song Jun had a feeling of madness.

The killing intent in his eyes was no longer concealed, and Song Jun smiled cruelly: "Even if you are the head of the Ten Kingdoms case, what if you try to challenge the twelve outstanding disciples of my Song family, I don't know whether I live or die." Cui Wen, you are a poor and sour Confucian, my Song family wants to pinch you to death, it is as simple as crushing an ant to death. ”

The more Song Jun spoke, the more excited he became, almost hysterically shouting, his voice was sharp, and the killing intent was suddenly apparent.

"It's easy to pinch you to death!"

"Cui Wen, if you climb into the martial arts arena now, my Song family can not blame the past. ”

"Haha, no need, today we will teach him how to write 'death' instead of Mr. him!"

Song Hao stepped forward and waved his hand to stop the rest of the people from continuing to shout. He was dressed gorgeously, in stark contrast to Cui Wen's white-washed clothes, and thus with a kind of arrogance of a wealthy disciple: "Cui Wen, you are the one to pick this matter, but my Song family has always been magnanimous, we can give you a chance to apologize." If you sincerely apologize, my Song family will not be guilty of the past. ”

"Oh?" Cui Wen plucked out his ears and asked innocently, "How can I apologize to be sincere?"

Cui Wen's cold smile didn't seem to have any human warmth.

"It's very simple, kneel down and tell everyone present, you Cui Wen, I don't know how to provoke..."

"Oh! it's really simple!" Cui Wen's expression was calm, and he interrupted Song Hao a little impatiently, the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more cold, and he immediately raised his head and said in a loud voice: "If Song Hao, you kneel down and admit defeat, I have a lot of adults, and you can not blame the past!"

The crisp sound suddenly resounded in the martial arts arena, making the already tense and quiet martial arts arena even quieter, as if it could smell the breath of war in the air.

After a little silence, the entire martial arts arena suddenly burst into an uproar, and they suspected that they had hallucinated!

That Cui Wen, with the absolute disadvantage of being outnumbered, dared to make such an arrogant declaration of victory?

If you are not confident, you are an idiot!

At this time, they really noticed Cui Wen's appearance, with long black hair casually draped over his shoulders, a delicate face, a slender figure, and a harmless boy next door, giving people a good impression of trust.

However, underneath this appearance, there is a tough heart and a slightly black belly!

Then, the martial arts arena gradually sounded the sound of encouragement, and then it became louder and louder.

Most of the students here are from poor families, and there is no shortage of students who have been persecuted by the disciples of the Song family. Although they were not accustomed to the arrogant behavior of the disciples of the Song family, they were helpless. Now, Cui Wen is out, and they naturally support it!

"Cui Wen, we support you!"

"That's right! Cui Wen helped us knock over Song Hao's gang. ”

“......”

The call of solidarity with Cui Wen is like a wave, and the wave is more fierce than the wave. In the end, this kind of cry turned the entire martial arts arena upside down, deafening!

Song Hao and the other disciples of the Song family had extremely ugly faces, and in the midst of so many scholars' shouts, their momentum was hit before the war began.

"I will definitely let him taste the taste of life is worse than death!" Song Hao's eyes were resentful, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You don't need to keep your hands, urge with all your might, life and death don't matter!"

A group of people immediately changed their positions, and two triangles were faintly formed. The top corner of the first triangle is Song Hao, and the other two corners are also presided over by the sixth-order scholars. The person at the top of the triangle shone with a faint luster, and the three of them formed a triangular battle array, like a sharp weapon.

Seeing this, Xia Jaw's face was solemn, and his voice was low: "The Song family's triangular battle array !!"

Lin Yuyan's face changed abruptly, she had seen this kind of battle formation in her father's war book, and naturally understood the terrifying power of the triangle battle array.

The wealthy clan has an extremely deep heritage. Whether defending against enemy invasions or killing enemies on the battlefield, they often create powerful battle formations.

This kind of special battle array, which is jointly performed by cultivators, is extremely powerful, and can often exert ten or dozens of times the power of a single person.

The triangular killing array, created by the ancestor of the Song family of the four giants, is said to be the most offensive battle array in Dayu.

In the war of Wuchu Qishan, the demons and barbarians who fell under this battle formation did not know how many!

The triangular killing array composed of Song Hao and the other twelve people, although it is immature, I am afraid that only a cultivator of the level of a writer can compete!

"Cui Wen, die!"

Song Hao's eyes flashed with madness, and the twelve people urged the qi in their bodies at the same time, and the wave of qi that erupted in an instant lifted all the dust on the ground, and then, a huge ink iron gun was condensed.

The triangular killing array formed by twelve outstanding disciples of the Song family, the rolling waves of qi were enough to make any Wen Sheng lose his combat effectiveness in an instant!

Song Hao and others practiced regular calligraphy, and the same sect and origin were integrated into one, and the literary spirit continued to pour into Song Hao's body. The ink iron gun is getting bigger and bigger, and the movement speed is getting faster and faster.

"Buzz!" The air made an overwhelming tearing sound, and Song Hao's body was filled with ink and iron guns, and his entire body turned into a black afterimage, and his speed was exerted to the extreme.

"Don't hide, then die!"

The ink iron spear is full of energy, Song Hao is crazy, and he hits with one blow, even if he is a writer, it is difficult to be a sharp edge, and it is not bad Cui Wen is only a sixth-order scholar.

Cui Wen showed no signs of dodging, and even stepped forward with his right foot. I saw that his arms were constantly trembling, and as soon as he clenched his palms, his arms and clothes instantly exploded into debris, and the phantom of the dragon's head flashed in his fists.

Immediately raised his head in vain, and his fists collided with the ink iron gun!

Boom Boom Boom !!

Obviously, it was a collision between two fists and an iron spear, but everyone in the martial arts arena heard a dragon groan.

Then, the sound of the dragon's groan grew louder and louder!

The strong impact force made De Cui Wen's figure tilt backwards and slide straight backwards, clasping the heels of the ground tightly, and also grinding out two shallow traces with the ground.

The disciples of the Song family were ecstatic, Cui Wen wanted to toughen the twelve of them with his own strength, it was simply wishful thinking!

But they ignored the sound of the dragon's groan!

At this time, Song Hao was already carried away by the impending victory, and the blow collided, and Cui Wen's defeat was immediately revealed. He naturally rushed after Cui Wen, and this time, the location of the ink iron gun attack was Cui Wen's lower abdomen.

If he is hit, with the impact of regular calligraphy, Cui Wen's heart will inevitably be destroyed to pieces, and his literary spirit will be lost!

And in the rapid retreat, Cui Wen forcibly lifted his strength, and his heart Chinese qi surged wildly, his arms began to swell, and the roots and green tendons bulged like a dragon.

Immediately, both fists burst out again-

"Whew!" a dragon roared!

Suddenly, a dragon head burst out and slammed into the ink iron gun.

Song Hao was bound to get a blow, but he was beaten back.

However, it is not finished, because Cui Wen created his own cursive pen, which has a continuous impact. Just after the first collision, the dragon head did not disperse, but continued to burst out with a strong impact, as if it was about to break up the triangular killing array composed of twelve people of the Song family.

This scene stunned everyone present, and there were many clan disciples among them, who couldn't understand Cui Wen's martial arts.

"This, this... It's obviously a dragon form of calligraphy, why does it continue to erupt?"

"It's definitely not as simple as a dragon shape, although the four phases of calligraphy are profound literary and martial arts, but they can't stop the combined force of twelve outstanding students!"

"Punching out the dragon chant, it must be a square inch of strength, a second explosion of literary energy, and a continuous explosion of strength in order to have it!"

For a while, some outstanding students saw the mystery.

"No!" Immediately, someone shouted, and his voice was particularly sharp and hoarse!

When everyone looked into the martial arts arena again, there was a louder dragon chant in their ears again. This time, they clearly saw a dragon shadow streak across the martial arts arena.

"Whew!" The already crumbling triangular battle array instantly became shattered under the impact of the dragon shadow.

Bang bang bang!!

Twelve outstanding disciples of the Song family scattered and fell, and the triangular battle array shattered.

Above, in the flying chariot, there was surprise in the man's eyes: "[Canglong raised his head], created his own calligraphy pen, I didn't expect you to be so good!"

"However, if you cast [Canglong Raised Head] twice in a row, he is already at the end of the crossbow..."