Su Wen's battle is over, but the scuffle in the forest continues.

Colorful talents continued to explode in Zelin, like bright fireworks competing with each other, and from the very beginning of this battle, the two sides were evenly matched.

Even if Wushuang Academy and Tianlan Academy chose to join forces, they would surpass the strength of the Xu family's guards in terms of total numbers, but they had a fatal weakness, that is, Wenwei.

Aside from the teaching academicians of the two major academies, the other students present only have Gongsheng literary positions, and among them, genius students such as Sheng Xia, Zisang, and Wu Tong have all been cut off by Su Wen in advance, and on the other hand, on the elite side of the Xu family, there is no shortage of dignified scholars!

So for a while, both sides had their own advantages and disadvantages, and the battle situation was quite anxious.

The same is true of the battle of the imperial books on the other side, there are three imperial scholars on both sides, and the battle is in full swing, and according to Mu Xi's arrangement at the beginning, the Xu family has ten attendants divided into two groups, and they are entangled with the two imperial books of the Wushuang Academy, although they can't win, but they also give each other a headache.

As Mu Xi expected, the final victory or defeat of this battle depends on the strength of the two Hanlins.

Xu Zhenlin's clothes have been cut dozens of times by a sharp sword, and it looks like a few strands of rags hanging on his body, and his wolf meaning is like a refugee in the war.

Blood slowly trickled down Xu Zhenlin's arm, dyeing the pen in his hand a dazzling red, mixed with the ink, exuding a strange sweet smell.

But the look on Xu Zhenlin's face was extremely calm, as if he was unaware of the sword wounds on his body.

He slowly looked up. Looking at the swordsman of the Peerless Academy, he smiled slightly: "Give up, you have already lost." ”

Follow Xu Zhenlin's gaze. The dignified Hanlin on the other side was even more miserable than him at this time, his body was covered in blood, as if he had been stripped of his skin, he looked hideous and terrifying, and the fingers of his sword had begun to tremble slightly.

Since the advent of the Divine Book a hundred years ago. Wen Dao completely rose with an irresistible momentum, and during this period, Wen Dao and Wu Dao did not know how many times they had fallen into each other. Each other has its own victories and defeats, and since then, the Sacred Word Continent has ushered in an era of Wenchang and martial arts.

Until the battle of Beigu Mountain twenty years ago, the Sword Saint Duanyue fell. The world is finally between the strength and weakness of the civil and military realms. There is a most intuitive and clear understanding.

Under the same rank, Wen is stronger than Wu!

Of course, this can also be seen from the development trajectory of the entire human history.

For example, among the ten kingdoms of the human race, only the Martial Kingdom and the Qing Kingdom still retain the inheritance of martial arts, and for example, among the seven major academies, only the Wushuang Academy has the tendency to practice martial arts. Compete with the other six major colleges.

So naturally, Xu Zhenlin was in this battle. Having gained a slight advantage, the only thing he needs to do now is to turn that advantage into victory.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Xu Zhenlin gently raised the second war painting in his hand, and the cyan talent on it was violently agitated, as if it would come out of his hand at any time.

At the same time, the eye-catching pillar of talent light on the horizon suddenly fell, making Xu Zhenlin's breathing stagnant.

Someone broke the mirror here and now?

How is this possible!

The bright yellow pillar of talent light was too eye-catching, attracting almost everyone's attention in an instant, only Uncle Hua above the air looked calm.

Uncle Hua knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and if he wanted to solve it quickly, this was the best opportunity.

Compared with Xu Zhenlin, the enemies faced by Uncle Hua are obviously more difficult, one from Tianlan Academy and the other from Wushuang Academy, one is literate and one martial, and with the cooperation of the two, there is almost no flaw at all.

But because of the light that fell in the distance, there was finally a loophole in the tacit understanding between the two.

So between flipping his hands, Uncle Hua touched the jade flute in his hand to his lips and played the second battle song.

The sound of silk and bamboo can be disturbed.

The sound of the flute made the two Hanlin lose their minds for a moment, and at the same time, Uncle Hua's other hand suddenly took out an ink pen from his sleeve and waved it.

"The monarch's gate is nine deep, the grave is thousands of miles, and he is going to cry and be poor, and he can't afford to blow the ashes!"

This is a fragment of the "Cold Food Post" treasured by Tianlan Academy!

This is also the battle post that the Hanlin of Tianlan Academy used to attack Uncle Hua before! But at this moment, Uncle Hua copied it out, and returned it to the other in his own way!

As soon as the battle post was spoken, its words were like knives, glowing with brilliant cyan brilliance, and it quickly swept in front of the two Hanlins, which immediately caught the two of them off guard.

Especially Han Lin of Tianlan Academy, he couldn't believe how the other party learned the essence of this "Cold Food Post", if it was just because he had used it once, he was learned and put into practice by the opponent, this kind of talent was really terrifying!

There was no time to think and doubt, in a hurry, he raised the ink pen in his hand to resist the text, but the flute in his ears suddenly became sharp, so the pen and ink in his hand paused like a conditioned reflex.

Between a meal, there is the difference between life and death.

The next moment, the brilliance of the battle post cut off the jade pen in his hand, spread up along his wrist, enveloping his whole person, and carving a fatal knife mark on his body.

However, this is not the end of the story.

With a successful blow, Uncle Hua immediately withdrew the ink pen in his hand, and in a hurry, he probed with his empty hand, and the sword of a student of Wushuang Academy was immediately snatched away out of thin air and came to Uncle Hua's palm.

Immediately afterwards, in Uncle Hua's hands, a waterfall fell.

This is the Fallen Water Sword of the Peerless Academy.

"This can't be!" exclaimed, Han Lin of the Peerless Academy's eyes widened, completely unable to understand how his treasured stunt had been learned by the other party.

But this was not the time to investigate, he hurriedly raised his sword, and also raised a piece of water from his hand.

Overboard Sword, vs. Overboard Sword!

Two extremely strong waterfalls collided immediately, and the colorful brilliance was like a splash of water. Violent ripples rippled in the air.

However, there are no two waterfalls in the world that are exactly the same, and naturally there are no two swords that are exactly the same.

So there is a difference between victory and defeat.

Uncle Hua's left shoulder was pierced with a bloody hole. The gurgling blood dissolves in the falling water, and immediately dyes the surface of the water bright red, which makes people's hearts palpitate.

And the sword in Uncle Hua's hand is faster than the other party, and the place where it falls is lower than the other party.

Half of the tip of the sword pierced out from the back of the heart of the Han Lin of the Peerless Academy, which seemed so understatement. But he is resolute and ruthless.

Perhaps he never imagined that he would die under the Falling Water Sword.

At such a level of Hanlin Wen, victory or defeat is often only in that moment. Uncle Hua used one enemy to two, first disturbing the enemy with the sound of the flute, and then writing a battle post to break the game, and finally ended with a falling sword. Movements. It's all perfect.

But the beginning of this qiē all comes from that pillar of talent.

Just when Uncle Hua shook off the blood on the long sword, the pillar of talent in the sky had quietly disappeared, and Uncle Hua couldn't have imagined that it was not Mu Xi who really broke the mirror and achieved the position of waiter, but Su Wen.

At the same time, Mu Xi was looking at the bright yellow light in Su Wen's hand. She let out a long sigh of relief, but then she looked at Yan Xing's corpse on the ground suspiciously. He asked, "How did you do that?"

The scene where Su Wen attacked and killed Yan Xing with his holy power was so fast that even Mu Xi didn't see what was going on, and at this time, the crisis between the two was resolved, and Su Wen was also promoted to the position of attendant, and she could finally ask this doubt.

Su Wen had no intention of hiding it, and was about to give it all out, but suddenly the corner of his eyes flashed, and he saw two figures walking towards him.

One of them was Haoma, who had disappeared since the beginning of the battle, and the other was a person that Su Wen had never thought of.

Seeing that Su Wen's expression was different, Mu Xi also clenched the war drum in his hand, looked back, and then his eyes became as strange as Su Wen.

"Lord Shun?"

At this moment, walking side by side with Haoma, walking slowly towards Su Wen and Mu Xi, it was the white-clothed stall owner who gave Su Wen the immeasurable pot in the Wen City that day, and then entrusted him to look for Pu Jia in the depths of the lost swamp, Xunchen!

Xun Chen's hand was still swaying the Tianji Feather, and there was a small and delicate wooden bird standing on his shoulder, if Su Wen remembered it correctly, it should be the legendary Guan Ju.

Before he could reach Su Wen's body, Xun Chen's voice had already come softly: "I remember, you promised me that you would bring me the pampas for me." ”

At this time, Su Wen and Mu Xi had just escaped from Yan Xing's pursuit, and the war between Zelin not far away was still continuing, no matter how you looked at it, Xun Chen's appearance at this time seemed too out of place, not to mention, the other party was not here to help, but to collect debts!

When did he appear? Why did he appear in front of Su Wen and Mu Xi at this time? And most importantly, how did Haoma get mixed with each other?

Su Wen frowned, but in the end, he still held back the curiosity in his heart, and reached out and took out a handful of things shaped like water and grass from his arms, which was the same as the pampas he collected after escaping from the place where the demons were hidden!

Seeing this, the smile on Xun Chen's face suddenly became more and more kind.

"You didn't disappoint me. ”

Su Wen was silent and did not speak, he knew that the other party must have some special reason for choosing to show up to meet him at this time, and although Mu Xi on the side was worried about Uncle Hua's situation, he rarely expressed his impatience, but looked at Xun Chen with a deep meaning, not knowing what he was thinking.

As Su Wen expected, the reason why Xunchen hurried to him was not just for the sake of the puff in Su Wen's hand, but for another purpose, but Su Wen never expected that Xunchen's next words would make him shocked.

"Since I have entered the game and placed the bet on you, then I need to tell you, from the news I received today, the ancestor of the Xu family has been out of the customs and appeared at the foot of Shenmu Mountain, where to go, it depends on your own choice. ”

When Su Wen heard this, his heart suddenly tightened.

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PS: Thank you 'Shen Mu Gongzi' for once again 10,000 awards, becoming the first protector of this book, Shen Mu is mighty!

In addition, there is a chapter today, whether it can be released at 12 o'clock I dare not say, but it must be before 1 o'clock. (To be continued......)