"Hold the bow as strong, and use the arrow as the long. Shoot the man first and shoot the horse, and capture the thief first and capture the king. The passionate voice sounded from the Shenji Camp, and all the soldiers were doing their best to communicate with the Holy Dao with a sad and angry face.

A huge longbow condensed by the Holy Power appeared in the air, and cyan or light cyan giant arrows flashing with a cold light pointed at Le Zheng and the others. Le Zheng's face was slightly fluctuating, not because of these giant bows, but because he heard war poems that he had never heard before.

After coming to Manchuan Pass, he also heard about Zhou Yi's hundred war poems, but he just listened to it as a joke. In his opinion, these soldiers of the Seventh and Ninth Legions, who had never seen the world, were just deifying Zhou Yi. It is estimated that Zhou Yi only writes some limerick poems, and no one can write a hundred battle poems, unless a saint appears.

However, the war poems recited by these people in front of him were not only unheard of before, but also the talent and majestic power of the Holy Dao contained in them were terrifying. If this poem is written by Zhou Yi, then Zhou Yi is really terrible.

"Array!" Le Zheng snorted softly, and the Holy Dao responded, and the red holy power enveloped the group of people in the military courtyard.

Hundreds of Holy Power arrows struck the red light mask, causing ripples, and it was impossible to break through the defenses. The power of the nine-character holy word can be seen, and it is by no means something that can be competed with by war poetry. The nine-character holy word is said to have been written by a saint, but unfortunately there is no stone tablet of this saint on the Holy Dao Mountain, so most people do not think so. It's just that the nine-character holy word is attributed to the holy way, and it should be born of the holy way.

tried their best but couldn't shake Le Zheng and the others, and the faces of the people in the Shenji Camp were gray, and their hearts sank to the bottom. The disciples of the Holy Academy are really powerful, and the nine-character holy words are taught by the master, and the word "array" understands the way of defense in it thoroughly. If the weightlifting is light, thousands of talents will be lifted and returned.

"Haha, ants are ants, don't think that if you learn a little bit of the Holy Dao, you will treat yourself as a member of the Holy Dao Gate! I will let you know today what will happen to Huangfu Le Sheng's minions!" The scribe beside Le Zheng laughed loudly, and then strode out of Le Zheng's defensive circle.

"Slaughtering barbarians and slaughtering are all free, and it is not strange for saints to look back. Killing the eagle dog thanked the world, and the murderous atmosphere was full of horror. He chanted a war poem loudly in his mouth, and a pale red horse chopping knife appeared in the air, waving towards the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion with a chilling killing aura. This guy is also a Saint Dao Jinshi, but he may have just passed the guò assessment, and the color of the Holy Power is still light red.

Seeing this horse chopping knife cut down in the air, everyone in the Shenji Camp showed despair, but no one had the idea of regretting, but they just felt very humiliated. The down-and-out scholars who don't have a teacher are indeed too far behind the pride of the heavens in these holy courtyards. I and others finally found the Master, but they didn't expect to be blessed. If I had met the teacher earlier, maybe the fate of myself and others would have been very different!

Although the mood is different from that of the Shenji Battalion, Le Zheng also has a headache about this guy's ruthlessness, once he makes a mistake, how can the emperor Le Sheng give up! Although it was not his own order, after all, he brought someone here, it is really uneasy!

"You're looking for death!" At the last moment, Zhou Yi finally arrived. Looking at the deadly red horse chopping knife in the air, his eyes instantly turned red. I thought that these guys were just here to provoke and deliberately humiliate themselves, but I didn't expect that they would be so mad that they would actually slap their hands at their imperial comrades.

Summoning up the true qi of the Northern Darkness, Zhou Yi's figure rushed out from the surrounding Eight Banners soldiers, and several of them came to the spot. Filled with anger, he raised his slap and beckoned to the face of the military scribe.

"Pap ......" walked out of the defensive circle with confidence, and urged the red holy power slashing knife with all his might, where would he have thought that Zhou Yisheng would arrive, and he was caught off guard and received a solid slap. Zhou Yi's slap was made with anger, and the strength in it was so great that it was not something that a relatively weak scribe of the Holy Academy could bear. This guy was slapped directly, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and there were a lot of teeth mixed in it. The left cheek swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and slammed to the ground in the midst of everyone's stunned eyes.

"You...... You ...... "This guy's strength is not bad, lying on the ground and pointing at Zhou Yi with one hand, muttering inarticulately. Feeling the swelling of his left cheek, he finally reflected what kind of humiliation he had suffered, and his blood surged up and down, and he rolled his eyes and simply fainted and pulled down.

In fact, Zhou Yi has already shown mercy to this slap, if he goes down with all his strength, without the holy power to protect his body, even the imperial scholars will not dare to be hit by Zhou Yi. His strength is far beyond that of an ordinary innate martial artist, and the power of the dragon elephant can not be underestimated.

"You are Zhou Yi!?" Le Zheng waved his hand to let his men carry the person back, and asked Zhou Yi.

"Hmph! Yes, this official is Zhou Yi! You and the others dare to fight in the army, kill in vain, and provoke friendly conflicts! What is the intention? "Well!!" Zhou Yi is not a good stubble, these people must have been instructed by Zheng Taihong to make trouble for themselves. Since this is the case, let's go on the field and give them a big crime of disturbing the military camp and disturbing the morale of the army. Hmph, little look, the one who dares to bully me, I want you to know how many eyes the horse prince has!

Sure enough, Le Zheng and others, who focus on the study of the art of war and the deduction of battle formations on weekdays, where can these columnists be full of tongue! Facing the big hat buckled by Zhou Yi, they were in a mess. None of these charges are enough to be beheaded in the army, and they are just here to bully and bully people, so they can't play off the line! Everyone looked at someone who fainted on the ground, and their faces were a little ugly.

"Could it be that the famous Eight Divisions to pacify Lord Zhou will only make this kind of indiscriminate sneak attack, and then frame him! Zhou Yi was in a hurry to save people just now, and there were indeed some suspicions of sneak attacks, which was not very glorious. However, the impact surface behind him is a little bigger, and it feels like a map cannon.

Not to mention the soldiers of the Eight Banners, even the soldiers of the Fourth Legion who came with them were full of resentment. It is well known that the scribes of the Holy Dao looked down on the warriors, but they were so bold to say it directly, and it was said in the army where the warriors were the majority. Zhou Yi also had to admire Le Zheng's courage, and this guy was not afraid of being hacked by warriors on the battlefield in the future.

As for this villain who relies on the strong and bullying the weak, hmph, he bullies the low-ranking people with the civil position of the Holy Dao Jinshi, and he is ruthless and unkind! Since you are unkind, don't blame the official for being unjust!" Knocking the person unconscious, the evil breath in Zhou Yi's heart disappeared a lot, otherwise he would not be in the mood to be long-winded.

"Hehe, which is stronger or weaker between martial arts and holy dao, I don't need to say more, everyone in the world knows! As for the bullying of the weak, I don't dare to agree. If the cultivation of the Holy Dao is low, you must be respectful in front of the superior and maintain the obedience of the inferior to the superior, otherwise it is not a pity to die! This is the Holy Dao order, and it is normal for you to be a martial artist who does not understand!" Le Zheng sneered, the high rank of the scholar already looked down on the lower rank, this is the reason of the Holy Dao. Most of these scribes of the Shenji Battalion are talented and famous, and a few of them are also old and poor. In Le Zheng's eyes, they are all wastes that have been eliminated from the Holy Dao assessment.

"Haha, so this is what you call the Holy Dao Order? If that's the case, then the official will teach you well according to your so-called Sacred Dao Order!" Zhou Yiqiang held back his anger and listened to the theory that came out of Le Zheng's mouth, and laughed, showing a rare domineering color between the words and rebuttals!

"Lin", "Bing", "Fight", "Person", "Both" and "Array" At first glance, when he heard Zhou Yi's arrogant words, Le Zheng didn't dare to be careless, and the six-character holy words were quickly spit out. The six red holy power rays flashed on the body one by one, and they were actually a single blessing.

This guy is not simple! The nine-character holy word has mastered six, but it is only a Jinshi meritorious and famous literary position, which can be called terrifying.

"The blue sea and the sky are connected with the clouds and mountains, and the lonely city looks at the Manchuan Pass. The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and does not break the Kunya vow not to return. Zhou Yihao chanted loudly in anger, and it was the first time that he used poetry to communicate the holy power battle, and this feeling was really new to him.

In the dark, you can feel that the Holy Dao seems to be above your head, communicating the Holy Dao through the intention of the poems, and feeding back the majestic Holy Power. The guy in front of him has blessed so many states, just because he is worried that he is fighting in close combat with martial arts cultivation like he did just now.

Hmph, this time he was wrong! We are also the Holy Dao Jinshi Scholar now, and our strength is about the same, although I don't know the essence of the Nine-Character Holy Word for the time being, but I have a huge calligraphy support in my mind. Compared to the background, I am afraid that the entire Qinling Empire is unmatched.

A full hundred gold-armored warriors appeared in front of Zhou Yi, these warriors were composed of dark red holy power, and at a glance, it could be seen that the quality of holy power was far superior to that of Le Zheng. Their original form comes from the memories of their previous lives, and the Mo Dao team of Datang is an absolute strong army. It's a pity that because of the limitations of the soldier's body and the Mo knife technology, it cannot be equipped on a large scale. Now the gold-armored warriors composed of these holy powers do not have these restrictions, and of course they have to choose the embodiment of the Mo Sword team.

"Huh......" The hundred gold-armored warriors drew their Mo knives expressionlessly, and strode towards Le Zheng, and the Mo knives dragged on the ground and slashed through deep marks. The neat queue, although there were hundreds of people, made Le Zheng feel that he was facing the impact of thousands of troops.

"Jinshi?!How is it possible? Doesn't it mean that it's just a showman?" Le Zheng's neck was cold, and his mind really couldn't turn. Obviously, the handsome man said that Zhou Yi was just a showman, but why was the holy power dark red, and there was even a faint golden glow in it!

The twenty Mo knives in the first row of "Ka ......" were picked up and slashed at the red light mask, and the entire light mask made a sound of knocking teeth, and it was already overwhelmed. After slashing, these golden-armored warriors went straight to Le Zheng's back and slashed again. At this time, the Mo knives in the second row slashed up again, and this time the full forty Mo knives directly shattered and disappeared from the light mask.

The word "array" was broken, and before Le Zheng had time to recite a new war poem, the third round of slashing came again. With the power of sixty Mo knives, Le Zheng and the literati commanded the envoys, where did he really experience such a dangerous situation, his legs fell to the ground with a weak heart, and he shouted in his mouth: "Spare your life......"

The blade stopped an inch from Le Zheng's head, and Le Zheng closed his eyes in fear, ready to die. After a long time, beads of sweat fell on his temples, and the expected blade of the Holy Force did not cut into his body. He quickly opened his eyes and saw Zhou Yi coming to him, pinching his placket and lifting himself up. He looked at Zhou Yi ashamedly, only to see Zhou Yi slowly speaking proudly.

"That's it!"