The poems, the literary spirit and luck sacrificed by the readers, directly consumed one-third.

The words were condensed and materialized by luck, appeared around Wushan, and then began to merge word by word.

In a moment, a blood-red long sword appeared in front of Wu Shan, and blood was dripping down, and blood fell from the long sword.

This is a poem written by Wushan, which is transformed into a bloody sword.

And in the wasteland, the long swords in the hands of countless people who used swords began to tremble.

Inside the Great Wall, a white-robed man was walking south, and the long sword at his waist shook in the next second, and there was a tendency to fly north.

"It's ...... What sword...... Is it about to be born? ”

In the barracks, a general sat firmly at his desk, and suddenly the saber on his armor kept shaking, shaking the entire shelf down.

The general made a leap, came to the front of the soldiers, picked up the long sword, felt that the long sword had a tendency to fly north, turned his head to look north, and showed doubts on his face.

……

In the depths of the wilderness, the barbarians rarely use swords, but some of the Terran rebels have become accustomed to using swords.

A scholar in a pitch-black robe, with a smile on his lips, watched as the saber on the desk in front of him turned like a compass to the south.

The black-robed scholar had an extremely strange expression, as if he had discovered something new and interesting, and carefully observed his sword.

"I am loyal to the sword, and I am loyal to you, are you loyal to me?"

The words of the dark-robed scholar seemed to have magical powers, and after he finished saying this, the long sword on the desk actually fell silent and stood still.

……

In the area not far from the wasteland battlefield, all those who wielded swords felt this change.

Or rather, a vision!

This is a cultural vision, [Ten Thousand Swords Worship]!

This is the vision of the poem written by Wu Shan, but it is not over yet.

Standing in Wushan, among the scholars, the killing intent enveloped his whole body, and he completely fell into a state of rage that stopped killing by killing.

In the next second, Wushan spoke, and the poem started again.

"Not copper, not iron, not steel, once hidden under Mount Suya; Without reversing yin and yang, is there no water and fire to quench the edge? The gods are harmed and the immortals are killed, and the immortals are red everywhere; The changes of the immortals are endless, and the blood of the Daluo immortals is stained. ”

Shicheng, the entire battlefield has come to a standstill!

Even the barbarian saint clones and the three god of war generals in the Lu War all looked up in the direction where Wushan was.

A killing force appeared here, in the wilderness.

It's messy!

Most of the Terran soldiers and scholars south of the wasteland were agitated, and the barbarians north of the wasteland felt even more clearly, and the barbarians all felt the murderous intent against them.

Buzz Buzz......

With the wilderness battlefield as the center, the swords in a large area trembled.

Some of the swords that were not of good quality were directly shattered into pieces, some were broken into several knots, and some were prostrate on the ground in a pleading for mercy......

This vision is earth-shattering!

And on the wasteland, beside Wu Shan, four hazy long swords appeared behind Wu Shan, swinging into a fan shape to protect Wu Shan.

Wu Shan did not look back at the phantom of the four swords of the Zhuxian that he had realised with his poems, but roared in a low voice.

"Not enough...... Inadequate...... Inadequate...... Not ...... enough."

Among the scholars, Ma Wenbin, who was pierced through his chest by a long sword, was already dying, and he was holding a breath with the last bit of literary energy in his chest, and he would lose his breath at any time.

However, when he heard Wushan's low roar, the scholar Ma Wenbin immediately understood what Wushan was talking about.

Ma Wenbin's literary spirit and luck sacrificed by a group of scholars were consumed by Wushan's two poems, which was not enough for Wushan to continue to play.

"Huh...... I don't know anyone...... It's all my fault......"

"I am willing to repay the human race with this body, and I am not afraid of life and death to destroy the ferocious barbarians!"

"Man is inherently dead."

"For the righteousness of my human race, die without regrets, and be the greatest and the most strong!"

"Gentlemen, come with me!"

After saying these few words, Ma Wenbin was already dead.

But the dead Ma Wenbin will have all his flesh and blood, soul, and talent...... All the sacrifices were made.

Boom!

Ma Wenbin turned into a cloud of blood mist and quickly rushed towards Wushan's side.

Seeing Ma Wenbin's behavior, the readers on the battlefield looked at each other and smiled and shouted.

"For the righteousness of my human race, die without regrets, and be the greatest and the most strong!"

"For the righteousness of my human race, die without regrets, and be the greatest and the most strong!"

“……”

The scholars, led by Ma Wenbin, started to sacrifice all their lives, essence, and associated stationery......

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

……

Clouds of blood mist burst open, and then converged on Wushan's side.

But this was still not enough, so Wu Shan roared at the three generals who had become gods of war in the distance.

"Not ...... enough"

When the three generals heard this, they all laughed.

"Hahaha...... Inadequate...... What's so hard about that...... I'll ...... too."

"There is not enough ink and ink, blood will make up, and I will come too!"

"Boy, I'll leave it to you!"

With a bang, the giant god of war transformed by the three generals directly turned into three huge rivers of blood and surged towards Wushan.

The place where Wushan is located is empty, because all the scholars have sacrificed.

Only half of the bodies of Wushan and the young man Tiehuai remained, which looked so abrupt in the clearing.

In the next second, Wushan spoke, and the poems rose again.

"The wasteland is begging for foreign races, and the white is the army. The sword breaks the clouds, and the bow bends the bright moonlight. The grass is green on the side of the horse, and the frost flies. Resist each other, the cold wind casts iron clothes. ”

Shicheng, Wushan's chest Chinese qi and qi and blood were all drained, and others also lay straight down.

However, on the battlefield, an illusion has been formed, and it is constantly absorbing the river of blood, gradually turning into reality.

The killing god is white, and it has appeared!

Killing God Bai Qi, absorbing the blood river, absorbing the luck, absorbing the Wen Qi, a set of dark red battle armor appeared on Bai Qi's body, and Bai Qi, who was wearing a mask, turned his head and glanced at Wushan lying on the ground.

Wu Shan collapsed and had no strength.

"Go!"

After Wu Shankou said this word, the blood-red blood killing sword appeared in Bai Qi's hand.

Immediately afterwards, the four swords of Zhuxian also flew to Bai Qi and became Bai Qi's saber.

With the five swords in hand, Bai looked back and walked towards the barbarian clone in the wasteland.

"Kill...... Kill...... Kill...... Kill all the barbarians...... Kill the rebellious ...... Yongzhen Wasteland...... Yongzhen Great Wall! ”

The killing god Bai Qi did not look back, but flashed a streamer, and Bai Qi had already turned into a sword light, attacking and killing the barbarian saint clone.

The first sword!

Bang!

With a wave of the long sword in Bai Qi's hand, the barbarian saint clone was split back.

Second sword!

Bai Qi turned into a sword, as fast as light.

The barbarian saint clone was pierced through the heart by a sword from Bai Qi, and a large hole appeared in his chest.

The third sword!

With the Barbarian Saint clone as the core, a sword realm appeared, shattering the Barbarian Saint clone into flying ashes.

The barbarian saint clone whose strength reached the seventh realm was killed by the killing god Bai Qi.

However, this is not enough!

Because Bai Qi remembered what Wushan said just now, kill all the barbarians, kill all the rebels.

Bai Qi waved his hand, the sword flashed, and Mu Rui, the traitor in the formation, was divided into two from top to bottom, and he couldn't die anymore.

That's still not enough!

So, Bai Qi turned into a rainbow and left, and set up a great array of immortals in the depths of the wasteland.

In the depths of the wasteland, countless barbarians were killed by the Zhuxian Great Array, and the flesh and blood essence was absorbed by the four swords of Zhuxian.

Half a day later, the killing god Bai Qi returned from the rainbow, landed on the Great Wall, turned into a terracotta army, and looked like a town guard, facing the north.

The killing god Bai Qi obeyed Wushan's order, Yongzhen Wasteland, Yongzhen Great Wall.

PS: What do you think of these two chapters? Anyway, when I wrote it, it was a little heart-wrenching and a little sad. Come on, the friends who read this book will give feedback on your thoughts, and let the lanterns know that you are watching, and you are always there.