"Peng Cheng has a pair of knives, and the gold is wrong.

The ridge is like a double lead rope, and the color is like a green Langyu.

Open the box and fly the lightning, and start to clear the frost and cold.

Led to put it on his lap, awe-inspiring lungs and liver. ”

Without any temptation or a moment's delay, almost at the same time as the flower carving appeared, Yao Yichuan had already written a war poem with the ink pen in his hand.

Yao Yichuan is from Jiguo, but what he is best at is not the Tao of words, or rather, compared to the word saint Su Shi who is far away in the holy area, what Yao Yichuan admires more in his heart is the bamboo saint who sits in Zhaohui Academy, Su Zhe.

And this poem is Su Zhe's very famous war poem - "Borrowing the Knife"!

If you borrow a sword, you will kill.

The next moment, the golden talent in Yao Yichuan's body poured out from his abdomen like a volcano, and suddenly condensed into a dazzling long knife in the air, dragging the long tail of talent and fire, and slashed towards the head of the flower carving!

Huadiao raised his eyebrows slightly, raised the remnant flag in his hand again, and stood in place, responding to the long knife in the air.

"Bell!"

The knife that Yao Yichuan borrowed was condensed by talent, but at this moment, there was a sound of gold and stone, which shook people's eardrums.

Huadiao's knees sank slightly, and the flagpole in his hand bent down five inches rapidly, and a strong storm of talent came to his face, tearing Huadiao's full head of gorgeous hair back fiercely.

A hint of surprise flashed in Hua Diao's eyes, but he was not flustered.

"It's much better than the garbage out there, it's interesting. ”

After saying that, Huadiao's feet stepped on it hard, and a layer of black qi waves swept up within three feet of his body, and then he let out a soft roar in his mouth. Immediately swept into the air, waving the remnant flag in his hand. and the talented long knife in the air shook it again.

The dull sound of guns and knives staggered through the air, making everyone watching the battle frightened. But soon, no one paid attention to the outcome of the battle, because their own war had already begun.

Thousands of talented rays were brewing majestic, and they shot towards the three hundred demon people, and at the same time, the demon soldiers led by the high priest also moved.

"Kill!"

The high priest only said one word, but the monstrous demonic aura had already covered the sky of the entire Afang Palace, and his hands were behind his back. But he was singing something in his mouth.

"Protecting life and killing, the sword key is all over the world. The Kashiwa mountain knot is also as usual, and the solution is also as usual. As usual, it is just like the autumn breeze coming, and everyone has no intention of cooling themselves......"

His gaze slowly swept over the bodies of several people in front of the local formation, and the next moment, an autumn wind rose from the ground.

Xiao Xiao stood in front of him, the war painting in his hand had reached a critical moment, but at this time, he suddenly felt a kind of bone-chilling coldness. It was as if a cold wind had penetrated through his body and pierced directly into his heart.

He shuddered violently, and for no reason he sensed the great horror between life and death, so he suddenly stopped the brush in his hand. He took out a puppet paper from his bosom and immediately activated it, while his body exploded backwards!

Xiao Xiao's vigilance was correct. Because as soon as the puppet paper that stood in place in place appeared, it was torn to shreds by a gust of autumn wind.

Others were not as lucky as Xiao Xiao.

but everyone who is targeted by the high priest. All of them faded in an instant, and the talent on his body was cut off. Immediately afterward, they fell to the ground one by one, as if they were dead and could not die anymore.

Today's demon warriors are no longer the ones they were a hundred years ago, in this more than a hundred years, they have been constantly improving their martial arts, while they have begun to learn and study all kinds of human war texts, and from the previous generation of demon lords, Tu Sheng left behind the ancient masterpieces to find a lot of pearls and dust of war poems.

Now they are the real ones who have both civil and military skills!

The background of Wen Dao is far better than that of today's human beings, and the skills of martial arts are enough to crush the demon clan!

They have returned, and who else can stop them from recovering the rivers and mountains?

"Bang!"

A loud bang shook out of the air, and the golden long knife was still defeated under the battle banner of Huadiao after all, and it didn't even last more than half a quarter of an hour!

Yao Yichuan's eyes were solemn, but he did not despair because of this, he took a step forward, his hands condensed an incomparably complicated seal from his chest, and shouted in his mouth: "The former Zhuang Zhou Dream is a butterfly, a lifelike butterfly, self-metaphor is suitable for the will, I don't know Zhou Ye." Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is a butterfly, and the butterfly's dream is Zhou's and can't be separated!"

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, the illusion of the sky is the seal!

Hua Diao didn't expect that he would encounter such a tricky figure in the Holy Palace.

Although Yao Yichuan's strength is far inferior to him, it is still possible to drag him here for a while, and now Huadiao can't afford to spend the most time!

Because he didn't know when the saints would come, and he didn't know how effective the half-finished brilliance of Yi Weibo would be, he couldn't take any chances!

Thinking of this, Hua Diao's figure flashed, and he said sharply: "Hua Fei, Hua Ling, Hua Gu, and Rouhua will follow me, and others will cover us!"

Among the four people named by him, Hua Fei and Hua Gu are the third and seventh demon generals respectively, while Hua Ling is the battle number of the high priest, and Rouhua is the second priest.

Time was pressing, there was no time to hesitate, and before coming, the Queen of the Cloud had already ordered Huadiao to be the main general of this battle, so the high priest did not object, but immediately withdrew and came to Huadiao's side.

"Let's go!"

With Hua Diao's order, the battle seal and war text that Yao Yichuan had originally inspired were taken over by another demon general, and he could only watch the five demon clans rush over his head, but he couldn't do anything.

"Stop them!"

Yao Yichuan's long roar was filled with incomparable anger, and at the same time, dozens of talented rays intercepted in front of Hua Diao.

In the face of such a tense battle situation, many human powerhouses in the field had not even had time to stimulate the war text, but directly used the means of leaving their talents to try to stop these bold demons.

It's a pity that they are not Yao Yichuan, and what they are facing is the first general of the demon clan in the past, Hua Diao!

"Open it for me!"

Hua Diao, Hua Fei, and Hua Gu, the three demon generals each held a battle flag, and swung forward violently, like a cold spear piercing the enemy's heart, and like an incomparably sharp dagger, directly tearing the light curtain formed by dozens of talented rays to smithereens.

The two priests, Hua Ling and Rouhua, followed behind them and did not move, but the demonic qi on their bodies became heavier and brighter.

They are going to leave their most powerful blow to the Divine Book!

As long as you cross the wall of 10,000 people, the next thing is a flat river!

In other words, in the end, there was only one left, a long-overdue Shura.

Shura had already finished his meal and walked out of Wanggui Tower slowly, he raised his head and watched the five Huadiao people rush through the air, and thousands of literati students chased after him, but did nothing.

He knows better than anyone that the Book of God can't be kept.

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