Ping'an County Ya, Examination Institute!

"Is the situation already so critical? Are even the Jinshi and Juren ready to die generously?"

Hearing the words of the surname Wu and seeing the various actions of the surname Wu, he had a very bad feeling when he was sensitive.

"My seal hasn't been broken yet, my strength hasn't fully recovered, if I can't even stop the Jinshiju, then I'm afraid I'm really in danger. ”

"If you fall here, you will have to stop at the Fifth Chaos Gate!"

Li Lin was a little uneasy, if he hadn't been sealed, let alone the phantom of a barbarian god, he would be a real barbarian god, and he wouldn't be in his eyes, but now it's different, now he's in a different world, and his own strength has also been sealed by the Fifth Chaos Gate in the underworld.

"Since it's a world of culture, it's necessary to use the method of culture. Use Wendao to attract the culture of the universe and remove this threat...... No, it is better to be able to deal a heavy blow to the barbarians of this world, otherwise I will not suffer in vain in this life-and-death crisis. ”

Li Lin had already thought of a way that was enough to use the Dao of Literature to induce the vast literary qi, weaken the luck of the three barbarian clans, and hit it hard.

"And, if not, wouldn't this killer feature be in vain?!"

He settled down, held the pen shaft, dipped the ink slightly, pondered for a moment, the pen walked the dragon and snake, if there was divine help, three quaint, heroic and murderous big characters fell, "Kill the barbarian order!"

"Men should kill, and kill mercilessly. Immortal karma is all in killing. ”

The pen fell, the words appeared, and a terrifying murderous aura came out of the examination institute, shattering the clouds and causing the world to shake.

At the same time, a chill circulated in the examination hall, making all the candidates shiver involuntarily, and a chill rose from behind their backs.

"In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised. The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather. There are also males and tyrants, killing people like hemp. gallop around the world, only boasting about swords and guns. If you want to find this kind of now, you will fish for the moon shadow in vain. ”

In the void, the spirit of literature is surging, turning into a righteous man, a promise of gold, fighting against the barbarians; and then manifesting into a divine beast, eyelid, domineering, killing heaven and earth; and the sound of swords and guns, echoing for nine days, setting off bursts of blood......

"What a murderous aura!"

Outside the examination hall, in the void, the phantom of the barbarian god couldn't help but be slightly shocked when he saw the terrifying killing intent between the vast heaven and earth, "The aura manifests the vision and attacks me." ”

One by one, the righteous shouted, one by one, the divine beast roared, and the sword and spear shook...... The phantom of the barbarian god couldn't help but change color.

"Just a vision, it can hurt me, hum!"

With a soft snort, the body of the barbarian god phantom was surging with blood, like a surging blood wave, sweeping towards the vast aura vision, and extinguishing it in an instant.

"Wow!"

The blood wave swept through the sky, surging endlessly, and continued to cover the examination institute.

"If you don't see it, the Confucianism will raise the strong man and die, and the countries will boast of benevolence and righteousness from then on. Once the barbarians were in chaos in the Central Plains, the scholars ran to the cowardice of the people. ”

A whispering and mournful voice came, and the historical picture flowed, showing that it was the era of the kingdoms, the three barbarians cholera in the Central Plains, and the entire Central Plains countries were in chaos.

"I want to learn from Wensheng and regain my heroic spirit. Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule. Equipped with an iron sword, he kills when he is angry. ”

"Cut the shares and drink the wine, talk and laugh and be frightened. Thousands of miles to kill barbarians, willing to spend ten weeks. Specializing in the light of the field, and the knot of the dark love. ”

Without waiting for the blood wave to hit, the picture of low sorrow was directly shattered, and a great heroic and courageous spirit rushed straight away, and in an instant, even the ghosts and gods were trembling.

"Boom!"

The literary spirit is boiling, one by one, the figures, rushing towards the blood waves, led by Zhuzhu and Tian Guang, the heroes and righteous men of the era of the countries, one after another, going forward and one after another, fighting with the barbarians, defending their homeland, and protecting the mountains and rivers.

These heroes and righteous people, guarded by this wisp of faith, turned into an incomparably brilliant sword light, and with a single sound, it cut through the sky, split time and space, shattered the blood waves, and pointed directly at the phantom of the barbarian god.

This sword, with the spirit as the sword body, the faith as the blade, and the guardian as the hilt, is indestructible and invincible!

Phew!

Wisps of blood light dissipated, and the phantom of the barbarian god was directly pierced through the neck by this sword light, and the qi collided with the blood, emitting a zizi sound, and in an instant, a large area disappeared.

Almost visible to the naked eye, the figure of the barbarian god phantom shook slightly, and it was much weaker.

"What a sword!

The phantom of the barbarian god, two blood-like pupils, shot out two bloody rays, emitting a terrifying light, as if it could penetrate the examination institute and look directly at Li Lin, "On your body, I seem to have seen the original Wensheng and the King of Chu." It's a pity that you are too weak, if you wait a few more years and grow up to a great Confucian or even a half-saint, I'm afraid there will be some trouble. ”

"To the Central Plains Terrans, you are a hero of Tianjiao, but to my clan, you are a calamity star!"

"But now, you have been exposed too early, you should not exist in the world, you should be punished!"

The barbarian god was illusory, his voice was fierce, and the blood light circulated in front of him, turning into a blood-colored spear, and smashing it towards Li Lin under the examination institute.

Rumble!

In the examination hall, the statues of the scribe King Chu and the sons of the hundred saints all let out a mournful cry, turned into a piece of powder, scattered with the wind, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"King Wensheng Chu, the statue of the Hundred Saints of the Sons...... It's all shattered!"

"It's over, this time it's really over, even the statue of the saint is broken. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, at this critical juncture, we have been enlightened by saints, worshiped by the state, and loved by teachers, and now is the time for us to dedicate. ”

“......”

One by one, some people are panicked, some are frightened, some are fearless, and some are upright...... Although they are not strong enough and have not yet become children, they are full of enthusiasm in their chests, and wisps of white light will linger in the center of their eyebrows.

At this moment, Li Lin was engrossed, and the more he wrote, the more excited he became, with a stroke of pen and ink, full of sincerity, and a low voice echoed, as if inspiring the scholars.

"Men don't tremble, there are songs to listen to: killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male. ”

"The male is the male, the way is different: see through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but make this life heroic. Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished. ”

"I'd rather teach 10,000 people to hate than teach them to scold me. Looking at the Central Plains for two thousand years, where does a hero not kill?!"

Li Lin paused, stopped writing, and called it a day.

Wow!

The words in the void disappeared abruptly, reappeared on the paper, a little bit of literary atmosphere flowed in the poems, wisps of light spread out, and the paper seemed to become lighter, floating in front of Li Lin.

"Kill!"

Li Lin pointed out with a stroke, and the piece of paper was like a spiritual one, and suddenly, it soared out of the air and floated towards the blood-colored spear.

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