"Hum!" and the sword let out a low roar.

The sound was like a fierce tear in the battlefield, the sound of sword clashing, the sound of tearing roars and shouts, faintly coming from the shadows.

It was a hell of blood and fire, and in the shadows, countless swords flew in the air.

"The sun and the moon shine together, and the shadow floats in the air!"

"It's Fang Dingtian, he wrote a book from the ground, my God, it's actually a book from the border gate!"

"I heard that once the border gate type of divine book attracts the power of heaven and earth, it is the most murderous and powerful law among all the divine documents. ”

The talents under the ring were surprised by the picture in the virtual shadow, and the scene was a book from the ground, and it was also a book from the border gate.

"It's so heavy and murderous! This local book should be the law of the Ten Thousand Swords Sword Formation, although it is not particularly brilliant from the point of view of the text, but after all, it is a border book of the Ground Book, plus such a heavy murderous aura, it should be barely rated as a top grade!"

Imperial Envoy Zhang looked at the phantom figure that appeared above the ring, and also stood up directly.

As the envoy of the Academy, he could directly grade a local book.

"Fang Dingtian thanks Imperial Envoy Zhang for his comments!" Hearing Imperial Envoy Zhang's words, Fang Dingtian also saluted Imperial Envoy Zhang, looking at the three-foot long sword in his hand, his face also looked a little excited, and he couldn't suppress the pride and joy in his heart at all.

On weekdays, he also wrote a book from the ground, but the meaning of writing today is completely different......

'On the Qinghe Literary Meeting, Imperial Envoy Zhang personally proposed the "border pass", and Fang Dingtian waved his pen on the spot and wrote down the high-quality book!' This can definitely become a good story.

"The top-grade book was directly rated as a top-grade book by the imperial envoy of the prison court!"

"Congratulations to Fang Gongzi for winning the fight!"

"Fang Gongzi really deserves to be the seventh son of Great Chu, much more powerful than some people!"

"By the way, why did Mu Shuangyi still write?"

Some of the talents also congratulated Fang Dingtian directly at this time, while some of the talents looked at the person who was still slowly carving the divine documents there with a sneering face.

On the arc stands, Liu Shu, Chen Dingman, Li Changqing, Mu Changkong and others were also shocked.

They don't have any opinion on Imperial Envoy Zhang's rating.

Evaluating a local book, the main thing is to look at the strength of the law, Fang Dingtian's local book, whether it is the law or the momentum, can indeed barely reach the stage of the top-grade book.

Several people glanced at each other, and they all saw the same idea in each other's eyes.

Fang Dingtian...... can be called the seventh son of Da Chu, and his talent is really extraordinary!

Although Mu Shuangyi is also a genius, he is still a little immature after all, and he may be able to surpass Fang Dingtian in three or five years, but now......

But it is unlikely to compete with Fang Dingtian.

I just hope that Mu Shuangyi will not give up.

Liu Shu also began to think about how to enlighten Mu Shuangyi at this moment. After all, in his heart, Mu Shuangyi's loss to Fang Dingtian, the seventh son of Da Chu, who had been famous for a long time, was not a shameful thing.

On the contrary, Fang Dingtian took the initiative to challenge a newcomer as the seventh son of Great Chu, which was not a particularly glorious thing.

Just like those talented people who congratulated in advance, this competition seems to have a result in advance, Fang Dingtian has already written a book from the ground, and it is also a high-grade book from the ground, Mu Shuangyi can't write a book from the sky, right?

That's simply not possible.

Book from the Heavens...... That's a completely different concept from the Book from the Ground.

"Congratulations to Brother Fang! I actually carved out the top-grade book of the border gate, which compares me to everything!"

The young man in white brocade embroidered with the picture of mountains and rivers on his chest, while playing with the round ancient jade in his hand, also arched his hand to the square top sky in the ring.

"Brother Mu praised it falsely, Brother Mu's talent is even higher than the sky, if Brother Mu writes this work of the border pass, he will definitely be able to go further!" Fang Dingtian also said politely at this time.

"Hahaha......" When the white brocade boy heard this, he also laughed loudly.

Just when everyone had already decided that Fang Dingtian would win, the blue brocade boy in the corner of the stands was still quietly looking at the divine text on Lin Yi's short knife.

The boy in the blue brocade suit also silently read the divine text on Lin Yi's short knife in his heart.

Sure enough, it's this kind of five-word sentence with a strange rhyme......

But what do these four sentences mean?

"Drinking horses to cross the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. ”

"The day of Pingsha is not gone, and the gloom is in the dark. ”

These four sentences do not seem to describe the war in detail, but rather like a description of the scenery and relics of the war in the past to express the view of the war.

The first four sentences are taken literally, and they seem to be written about what the sergeant saw and felt when he crossed the river with a horse, depicting the dry and bitter cold scene outside the fortress.

If you talk about a single sentence, the artistic conception does not seem to be strong, but the four sentences are connected together, but they describe the cruelty of war from the side.

He did not directly describe the battlefield at the border pass, but described the defeat after the battlefield.

Let people give full play to their own ideas.

This way it is written......

The boy in the blue brocade didn't know what words to use to describe this feeling.

"In the past, the Great Wall was fought with high morale. ”

Why does a four-word sentence appear...... The five-character sentence that was clearly written, seeing the four-character sentence that appeared on Lin Yi's short knife, the heart of the boy in the blue brocade suit was also full of doubts.

Five words, four words......

Can it really be taken?

The boy in the blue brocade fell into thought, and Lin Yi obviously didn't notice the gaze coming from the hidden place of the stands, in fact, when he chose this poem, he knew that he couldn't write the word "salty".

It is indeed a painful thing not to know words, although Liu Shu gave him a copy of the "Divine Literature Collection", but there are only two hundred divine texts in it, plus some of the secret learning, Lin Yi now really masters about two hundred and thirty divine texts.

Fortunately, Lin Yi knows a truth: "If you can't write, it's empty!"

Of course, the premise is that you can't empty too much, otherwise it will be a real blank slate.

In three days, Lin Yi also deliberately experimented, and at most one word was empty......

Among the 'yellow dust is ancient and ancient, and the white bones are messy', the last "Artemisia" can be described as extremely complicated, and Lin Yi carved this one word for nearly five minutes.

"Boom!"

Just as Lin Yi's engraving pen was on the last stroke, a loud bang erupted in the sky.

Then, a purple thunderbolt with a thick bowl mouth fell directly from the sky and slashed down towards him.

"Holy!"

Lin Yi is also a person who has been split twice in a row among the ancient ruins, and the so-called things are only three!

This time, Lin Yi also gave full play to his strong reaction ability.

Directly threw the short knife in his hand at the heavenly thunder, and the person quickly dodged.

Isn't it electricity...... If you don't have iron in your hand, will you still attract lightning......? That guess can only show that you should really be hacked.

"Boom!"

Purple Sky Thunder is in the middle of the short knife.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz......"

I don't know if it was caused by the purple thunder, or if it was the trembling of the blade of the short knife, and a series of buzzing sounds sounded in the air.

"Purple thunder from the sky!"

"It's really purple thunder from the sky!"

"Heavenly thunder, my God, it will be heavenly thunder!"

Seeing this scene, all the talents under the ring did not run away directly like Lin Yi, but showed a respectful expression.

Immediately afterward, two rays of light also rushed out from the short knife at the same time.

Unlike Fang Dingtian, these two rays of light burst out at exactly the same time.

The two rays of light did not intertwine either, because ...... They are one in themselves!

"Double ...... Shuangyang!"

Just as two rays of light rushed out of the short knife, everyone's eyes widened at the Qinghe Literary Conference, and they shouted two words almost at the same time.