"Narushu! I really wrote Narushu's war poem, although it was just enough to reach Narushu, but it was already a huge progress!"

When he saw Mingzhou's war poem "General" turned into a chariot general, Hong Liyu's heart couldn't help but be excited. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBecause this is the first Narushu poem she wrote, it can't be said that it is not a huge improvement!

"Although I am far inferior to Su Lin, I can write poems that are enough to pass on to the country when I feel my thoughts. However, writing this poem "Shogun" by Narushu has already made great progress in my own thinking, and my thoughts have become more refined. Not only the cultivation of the literary rank, but even the cultivation of the demon clan is about to break through!"

After writing Mingzhou's "General", Hong Liyu also gained a lot, watching the chariot general in mid-air easily crush the opponent's hussar generals, Hong Liyu's heart also faintly looked forward to how spectacular Su Lin would be if he wrote a war poem about Zhenguo.

And at this time, Jiuding buzzed and roared again, and a golden light shot out, and in mid-air, a chariot was also formed.

"Brother Su, you can take a good look. My Mingzhou chariot is not comparable to Hong Liyu's ordinary chariot. This is a blood-armored chariot, which I realized from the various barbaric battlefields I have seen in the past two years outside the Guan, and I was able to write such a song "Biansai" by Naruju. ”

Ji Yu put down the Wenbao brush in his hand and looked at his Mingzhou war poem "Biansai" with satisfaction.

"The red flame light of the flag off the ground, the cold front iron armor sword needle.

Xiao Feng and Yu ruthlessly, strong men from the army ranked.

A song sings at the wind and rain, and after several battles, it is dressed in uniform.

The trumpet fights for life and death, and the dusk drum and bell are about to die. ”

In the two years of training outside the gate, Ji Yu has seen too many life and death, and even himself, if it were not for the secret protection of the Ji family's guards, he would have almost died several times. This kind of thinking on the edge of life and death, and empathy for the suffering of frontier soldiers, are all condensed in this Narushu war poem "Biansai".

On the battlefield in the wilderness, the banner was stained red with blood, and the blinding blood even covered the light of the flames. In the cold winter, the iron armor on his body has frozen so much that people are unconscious, but the sword he wears still blooms with a needle-like light.

In this ruthless place, where life and death are all about victory and defeat, the warriors, from the day they join the ranks, know only to obey orders and launch a deadly charge against the enemy in a row of soldiers. In the hard days of living like this, I don't know if there will be tomorrow today, humming a blindly made up border song, and I skipped all the wind and rain. After singing this song, hurry to tie up your armor, because the next war is just around the corner.

In the morning, listening to the sound of the horn and charging hard, every second was struggling on the edge of life and death, and when twilight fell, the war drums of the troops were beating, and the comrades-in-arms around him, I didn't know how many people were missing, so I could only rejoice in my heart that I still rushed back from the sea of blood......

It is such a poem describing the frontier soldiers with a sad and bitter style, which has been transformed into a blood-armored chariot. The general on the chariot was also dressed in blood-colored armor, with a blood-colored sword in his hand, with a murderous awe-inspiring awe, and he didn't know how many demons he had killed.

The guards standing on both sides of the chariot had a fierce look in their eyes, and the murderous aura on their bodies made people shudder. It was the sweaty BMW that pulled the chariot, and every drop of sweat that dripped down was blood-colored. There was a roar, and the bloody sweat on his mane rained down.

"Narushu? is Narushu's masterpiece again......? It's not Surin, it's monsoon. ”

Hong Liyu looked up at the blood-armored chariot formed by Ji Yu's Mingzhou war poem, and frowned slightly, because she could see at a glance that Ji Yu's Mingzhou war poem "Biansai" and her own "General" were both Mingzhou, but they were better.

"It's so intensely murderous, this poem should have been written by the Ji family boy. The children of the Half-Saint Family who can train outside the customs are not ordinary people!"

Seeing this blood-armored chariot, Liang Rulin was also surprised, nodded and praised, "But it's a pity that the Ji family's kid's background is still not enough, otherwise, this poem "Biansai" is not only Mingzhou, but enough to control the country! ”

"Liang Lao, this season rain is not simple! This song of Narushu alone, even many scholars may not be able to write it! Could it be that the children of the half-saint family have really become so powerful after they have experienced the wilderness?"

Yuan Tianzhang looked at the blood-armored chariot and sighed in surprise.

"Hehe, Yuan boy, do you think that anyone can go to the wilderness training? If there is no protection of the half-saint family, let alone Ji Yu, a child. Even if you are a university scholar, you will be absolutely left in less than a month. In the depths of the wilderness, there are not only powerful demons, but also all kinds of fierce beasts and ancient beasts, and even the torrent of thoughts that make the half-saints fearful, the old man went to the depths of the wilderness in the west a few years ago to explore the traces of my Taoist ancestor Lao Tzu riding a bull to the west, but in the end he was blocked by a torrent of thoughts...... However, he has also learned a lot from it, and when he comes back this time, he is preparing to directly cross the Great Confucian and break through to the half-saint ...... in one go."

Liang Rulin smiled, pointed to the two chariots in the air, and said, "That Hong Liyu's chariot, against the blood-armored chariot of last season rain, I'm afraid it won't last three rounds." ”

The blood-stained chariot, the evil aura and the murderous aura brought about the visual impact, which made the onlookers scream. There were even timid people, who were frightened by the realistic evil and murderous aura and retreated,

"Blood car, blood car, Mingzhou's blood armor chariot, just that momentum, people don't dare to resist it!"

"None of us can write Mingshu poems, but the children who took the exam wrote Mingshu's war poems one after another, it's really ashamed!"

"They are all geniuses! Naturally, we cannot compare, and we can only hope to be able to match them in thought. ”

Among the onlookers in the courtyard, even some of them couldn't help but feel ashamed. Looking at this blood-armored chariot, I was faintly looking forward to the big showdown between the two chariots.

"The war poem, which is almost at the peak of Narushu, is the masterpiece of the monsoon. Blood-armored chariot, a blood-armored chariot, without the ideological comprehension between life and death, it is impossible to create such a chariot and the future of war!"

Su Lin looked up at the blood-armored chariot, and the murderous aura on the general's body faintly reminded him of the monstrous murderous aura of the army at the border of Wu State, which really wrote out the evil and murderous aura of the war poem!

Such a murderous and evil aura is not found in Liyu's "General". Su Lin sighed, "Ji Yu is worthy of being a child of a half-saint family, a genius who has experienced wilderness outside the Guan. Liyu's chariot may not be his opponent. ”

"No! This blood-armored chariot is full of murderous and evil aura, I'm afraid my chariot is no match for it. ”

Hong Liyu was also shocked in his heart, and the golden armor general on the chariot in mid-air was also like a great enemy, pulled out his sword, and roared angrily: "Kill!"

With the sword swinging, the war horse also galloped as hard as it could, and the two guards' red-tasseled spears were always ready, rushing towards the blood-armored chariot.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

The general on the blood-armored chariot smiled slightly, pulled out his sword with a bang, and the sweaty BMW hissed, and also galloped over.

Boom!

In the duel between the two chariots, in the first round, the two generals collided head-on, and the swords in their hands buzzed, but no one could help anyone. But Hong Liyu's two spear guards were accidentally stabbed through the heart by the other party's blood-armored guards, screamed in pain, and fell off the chariot.

"Sure enough, the gap is still a bit big, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that in two more rounds, my warrior will be defeated!"

From the first round, Hong Liyu saw the defeat, but the poem had already been written, and she couldn't do anything about it, she could only look at her chariot warrior, roar again, and drive towards the blood-armored chariot.

"Okay! It doesn't take three turns, just this one, give me ...... Crash! Completely crush his chariot! Kill his general!"

Ji Yu gave an order, the blood-red aura on the blood-armored battle car shone brightly, the generals on the car waved their swords and roared, and the two blood-armored guards actually stabbed two spears into the sweaty BMW, and the BMW roared angrily, and rushed out like crazy.

Bump!

Almost everyone's eyes were holding their breath and staring at this big battle.

Rumble!

The two chariots collided, and the iron hooves of the bloody BMW of the blood-armored chariot stepped directly on, and the blood-armored general jumped up from the chariot, and the sword flashed a dazzling blood-colored light, and between the lightning and flint, it directly pierced into the chest of the opponent's general.

Hong Liyu's Mingzhou chariot was completely destroyed, and the generals were also killed. In the end, it turned into a golden light with the name of Saint Force, occupying the first position in the current light curtain rankings, and won the score of "Jiazhong".

At the same time, Jiuding burst out with a holy light, shining on the blood-armored chariot that was also ruined, repairing all the damage in an instant, still standing in the air, looking down, the warrior on the blood-armored chariot did not say a word, but it was already full of majesty, and no poet dared to come forward to provoke.

"Liyu is really defeated! The blood armor chariot is so powerful. My goal was to defeat him, but ...... What kind of frontier war poem do I want to write? Although I have read so many poems that are enough to calm the country, but I have never seen such a scene, how can I comprehend the artistic conception and spirit of it?"

Seeing that Hong Liyu's chariot was defeated, and Ji Yu's blood-armored chariot dominated the audience, Su Lin's heart was also a little anxious. How exactly should we perceive the atmosphere and spirit of the battlefield? This has become a huge problem facing Surin now!