"Three-foot Longquan sword, light cold shooting bullfighting; The general Yuan Haowu is intended to be the Marquis of Wanhu. ”

Bai Yuxing recited in a low voice.

Five words and four sentences.

In less than two breaths, the recitation was complete.

The last sentence fell.

The rich literary aura turned into a white light, which shot onto Wang Yong's sword and attached to it.

The long sword in Wang Yong's hand was blessed by the literary spirit, and the edge of the sword skyrocketed instantly, more than a zhang long.

The edge of the edge appeared in front of Chen Huaiyi in an instant.

stabbed Chen Huaiyi in the chest.

Chen Huaiyi was also taken aback by the sudden surge of swords.

Can you still play like this?

It's a bit similar to the lightsaber in Star Wars.

With the push of a switch, the blade pops out, instantly penetrating the enemy's vital point.

It's just that the long sword in the hands of these two bastards is much stronger than the nondescript thing like the lightsaber.

Chen Huaiyi did not dodge or dodge in the face of the sudden surge of swords.

Because he knows it in his heart.

The difference in strength is there.

There is also a big gap in actual combat experience.

Compare body method, compare skills, compare speed.

He knew he wasn't as good as these two bastards.

Therefore, he simply did not dodge or dodge, faced the skyrocketing sword, and waved the paperweight in his hand to slap it down.

"Smack-"

The dazzling, sharp, and indestructible sword rays instantly retracted, leaving only about half a foot exposed outside the sword.

Wang Yong and Bai Yuxing were shocked at the same time.

Can it still be like this?

It's paperweight, not brick.

How can anyone still take random pictures with paperweights?

Like words?

But it has already been done, and there is no room for manoeuvre.

Chen Huaiyi must be taken down.

The two glanced at each other and rushed towards Chen Huaiyi again.

Especially Wang Yong, he stabbed with a sword and went straight to Chen Huaiyi's vital point.

Bai Yuxing recited the poem again.

This time, it was replaced by a song of seven laws.

"The three-foot Longquan sword is horizontal, and a cold jade surrounds the mountain; Chaolai tried to draw to Tan Bian, but I was afraid that there would be a trickle of water. ”

It's still a blessing of culture.

The literary qi was attached to Wang Yong's sword, and the sword qi soared again, and even the sword body was translucent, and it was cold, like a cold pool of autumn water, and you could feel the biting cold at a glance.

Even, even the strength of the sword body has been blessed.

After a few confrontations with the Three Mountains and Five Mountains Paperweight, he was unscathed.

Therefore, with only a few moves, Chen Huaiyi was suppressed, forcing Chen Huaiyi to barely parry with a pair of paperweights.

Seeing this, Bai Yuxing laughed proudly: "Chen Huaiyi, don't be stubborn, you are not our brother's opponent!" ”

Chen Huaiyi remained silent, trying to concentrate on resisting Wang Yong's elusive sword.

Bai Yuxing saw that Wang Yong had the upper hand completely, and was completely relieved: "Chen Huaiyi, you can really consider my suggestion just now, hand over the wine gourd, and change your life." ”

Chen Huaiyi didn't speak.

I can't speak.

Bai Yuxing then distracted Chen Huaiyi: "Chen Huaiyi, really, I advise you not to make senseless resistance, you have no chance of winning, listening to the content of these two poems, you should also know that my brother's sword has a different origin." ”

Chen Huaiyi glanced at it.

Bai Yuxing said with a smile: "This is a Longquan sword, and it is a five-grade Wenbao, and it is a five-grade Wenbao, and it is mostly used for warmth and sacrifice with these two poems every day, and when fighting, with the blessing of these two poems, it can make this Longquan Sword exert the lethality of the fourth-grade or even third-grade Wenbao, and there are many wonderful uses, I think, you definitely don't want to experience it yourself, right?" ”

When Chen Huaiyi heard this, he suddenly felt like laughing.

This guy, showing off Wenbao and poetry in front of me?

Who hasn't been able to stop the field like a treasure?

Not to mention poetry.

Thinking of this, he suddenly sneered: "Bi Wenbao? Than poetry? Hehe, then I will also pay tribute to you. ”

did not wait for the two Bai Yuxing brothers to respond.

While blocking Wang Yong's attack with a paperweight, he chanted quickly.

"How is Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei is gone; Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. ”

"Swing your chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and break into the birds; It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

Poetry.

Move the world.

"Boom—"

The heavens and the earth shook violently, and Mount Tai seemed to arch out of the ground, making the earth churn.

Only this one.

Bai Yuxing and Wang Yong's faces changed.

Not with such.

Write a poem that moves the world.

Can't afford to play, right?

Write poetry, write poetry.

And write so well.

Isn't this a direct summoning of saints?

The saint is born, how can this be fought?

Who would dare to hit you?

Bummer!

Realizing this, Wang Yong and Bai Yuxing glanced at each other and prepared to leave.

Can't go on fighting.

Although, I don't know if the saint will care about this kind of thing, but you can't take risks.

The saint doesn't care.

What if you meddle?

They couldn't stop the sage's blow.

And dying at the hands of a saint is not a good thing, it will be remembered for hundreds or even thousands of years, and it will be completely nailed to the pillar of shame.

The saint is the supreme existence of heaven and earth, and is the supreme being.

Being punished by a saint, what is it called?

Holy punishment.

Who is the one who is being punished?

Heinous sinners, of course.

Bai Yuxing and Wang Yong tacitly turned around and left, running against the turbulent whirlpool.

Then.

Chen Huaiyi spoke: "What's the hurry? ”

At the same time, the Wuyue paperweight was raised.

There is no need to urge the heart of the text, so it naturally absorbs the original literary atmosphere that has just erupted.

And it expands at a breakneck rate.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom of a mountain appeared on the paperweight.

Towering.

Stately.

And on and on.

Grandiose.

In an instant, most of the sky above Tingxue Mountain Villa was enveloped.

Bai Yuxing and Wang Yong felt bad, and when they looked up, they saw that the dead soul was rushing and speeding up.

I regret it even more.

If you knew this, why provoke this evil star.

If you can escape, you will never come back.

This Chen Huaiyi is too outrageous.

However.

Just when the two of them were about to escape from the enveloping range of Tarzan's phantom.

The paperweight is smashed down.

The phantom of Mount Tai also covered the sky and smashed down.

"Boom-"

The Tarzan Phantom slammed into the ground, sending out an even stronger vibration.

Bai Yuxing and Wang Yong, two brothers, fell down without saying a word.

There is nothing abnormal in the body.

But Wenxin instantly turned into powder.

The text also collapsed directly.

The literary qi accumulated after years of cultivation was directly squeezed clean by the phantom of Mount Tai.

In an instant, the two brothers became pure lumps of meat.

It is not enough to describe the fate of the two.

All the elements related to cultivation were wiped out in an instant under the blow of Mount Tai's cover, and there was nothing left.

This time.

Then there was a vision.

The ghosts and gods recited.

Strange scenes.

Hype.

A saint is born.

The phantom of the saint appeared in the clouds, looking down at Chen Huaiyi, but he didn't see everything that happened around Chen Huaiyi, and his face was full of joy: "Chen Huaiyi, this poem is really well written, the momentum is extremely majestic, and the heart is also extremely open-minded, it is really extraordinary."

"Mount Tai is the first of the five mountains, and has been loved by literati and writers since ancient times, leaving tens of thousands of related poems and articles?

However, it is rare to have anything to do with this article......

"Oh, what's this poem called?"

Chen Huaiyi hurriedly replied: "Wangyue." ”

"Well, yes, there are tens of thousands of poems and articles in the world, but there are few that can be compared with this "Wangyue", especially the last sentence, which will be at the top of the mountain, at a glance, this weather is really far-reaching."

When the sage said this, he suddenly smiled and asked, "This poem, which poet of which dynasty do you plan to put in it?" Tang Li Bai? ”