Song Yu moves like a cunning rabbit!

Turn around, take big steps, swing your loose sleeves, and throwing a piece of rice paper out of your sleeves.

A series of movements were like flowing water, completed in one go, without any pauses, and even with pinched finger marks on rice paper, it was extremely obvious in the air.

The rice paper was thrown out, and the lines of writing written by dragons and phoenixes on the paper were like living things, and it began to wriggle, falling off the rice paper and manifesting itself in the air.

The sword energy traverses 30,000 miles, and the sword light shines on the nineteen continents!

The text is made of silver hook and iron paintings, like sharp swords, and it manifests itself at this moment, and each word turns into sword energy, appearing out of thin air and constantly derives.

Sword energy rushed out whistling.

Each sword energy contains a different sword intent, a kind of sword intent, which contains a turbulent fire, and is like a thousand years of ice, etc. Different sword intents gather together and explode with a loud bang, directly attacking Wang Juncheng who was coming towards Song Yu.

In the path of literary and Taoism, arrogance of scholars gathers a mighty spirit, and ghosts are difficult to invade. After the next step is to shape the literary heart, literary and spiritual spirit will be manifested actively. Poetry can kill enemies and destroy troops, and great power will be born. No longer a weak scholar without the power of a chicken.

This sentence was written by Song Ci, which contained Song Ci's insights.

While running, Song Yu still kept moving his hands. In his wide sleeves, he took out one more pieces like a treasure chest. In terms of life-saving standards, Song Yu was not weak.

Another piece of paper with poems fell to the ground, the poems appeared, the illusory wings spread out, the feathers stood upright, and the white crane appeared in front of Song Yu. Song Yu stepped onto the white crane and soared into the sky.

The sword light is fierce and domineering, and it is slashed from top to bottom, like a world of creation.

The energy swept across all directions, and sword energy quickly disappeared under this sword. The power of Wu Qu was mixed with sword light, and countless stars appeared with one sword, like stars all around the sky.

The sword energy collapsed rapidly, but it was also constantly fusion. In a blink of an eye, a giant sword condensed from the illusion into reality, and one sword swallowed and spitted the spiritual energy from all directions.

The domineering sword was suddenly frustrated. Wang Juncheng took two steps in a row to stabilize his body and completely eliminate this sword energy.

His eyes looked at the Song Yu, who was already riding a white crane and flying, and his heart sank. Song Ci, who was about to condense the blood of the literary heart, was beyond expectations. It was just a poem written by himself, and it had such power.

But that's all, at most it's just a moment to block Wang Juncheng, but the best time has been ruined.

A long spear stabbed Wang Juncheng quickly like thunder.

Wang Juncheng turned around and slashed, and the spear showed blood and blood. The vast qi and blood began to emerge like the essence of the spear. The hot power continued to spread, turning into a big sun, baking all directions.

The blood and blood burst into pieces, tearing the four directions, and the waves of air swept through, like sharp swords, and the weeds were cut and fell down in one by one.

The long sword touched the spear, and Mars flew like rain, and was swept away suddenly and began to advance in an inch. Wang Juncheng's heart protection mirror suddenly burst out a silver-white light, covering the spear. The spear suddenly stumbled and paused for a moment.

Wang Juncheng took this opportunity to wield a long sword in his hand, giving birth to a blue light, slashing towards Chen Hongli from bottom to top. Chen Hongli, who was holding the palm of the spear on the side, suddenly pulled the spear.

The spear rotated like an electric drill, and lightning appeared. The aura of the Taoist soldiers from afar was like a scent. A force was born from them and began to continue to bless Chen Hongli.

At this moment, Chen Hongli was the main one, and the Taoist soldiers coming were like one person.

The aura of the spear surged, and he received the blessing of the Taoist soldiers. This gun was as heavy as a mountain, and one gun dominated the world, but it was as fast as lightning. The long sword touched the spear and immediately bent.

Chen Hongli's strength is almost the same as Wang Juncheng, both of which are only from the seventh grade. As Wu Qu's respondents, their strength is also first-class in the world and they are about to enter the seventh grade.

Ordinary seventh-grade strong men are not afraid of being blessed by the blessing of star fate. If they take charge of the army, killing seventh-grade strong men is like taking things out of their pockets. But now Wang Juncheng is vulnerable, and it is not that Wang Juncheng is not bad, but because Chen Hongli has the help of Taoist soldiers.

For generals like them, if they lack the cooperation of the army, they can only use 70% to 80% of them if they have achieved their ability. The real killer moves and military magical powers must be used by the army to help them.

When encountering a crisis, the heart protection mirror burst out with light, covering the spear. This heart protection mirror is a treasure inherited by the Ying County Prince's family. It is a treasure for the protection of the body. It erupts again. The soldiers from afar shouted in unison: "Break!"

The sound came out, and the power of the battle formation formed by the Taoist soldiers mixed into one was once again enhanced. The light of the heart-protecting mirror began to shatter under the spear, and finally disappeared, and the spear was about to pierce Wang Juncheng.

A huge roar sounded, and five iron claws cast like steel suddenly grabbed the spear, Mars began to splash, and huge steel wings incited. Wang Juncheng took advantage of this and left directly and escaped a killing disaster.

Chen Hongli held a spear in his hand and looked forward with a bright look. A huge monster was ahead of Chen Hongli. The monster was about 100 feet tall, with three feet wide open in its wings, and its feathers stood upright, filled with a luster.

The endless light is constantly emitting in its body, and the colorful feathers emit colorful light.

A pair of sharp claws, made of steel, were surrounded by iron rings on the slender neck, which were filled with runes and exuded a mysterious aura.

The teeth are like swords, sharp and sharp, and their narrow eyes are staring at Chen Hongli with bright indifference and ruthlessness.

The green demonic aura was surrounding the monsters and began to spread out continuously, surging into the sky, and a blue cloud gathered in the sky, beginning to cover up the light.

The demon clouds covered the sky and the sun were rising rapidly, and the monsters were surging with their aura. They stood on the ground, spread their wings, and rushed up directly toward the sky.

Wang Juncheng jumped up immediately below and grabbed the iron claws cast by steel. Seeing this scene, Chen Hongli brows suddenly arose.

The monster flew up, and the wings of the flaming wings created a strong wind, which kept blowing.

The walls and doors kept cracking, and some wood blew up directly, making the sky and the earth dim, and it was impossible to see the four directions clearly for a while.

Song Yu, who was riding a white crane and floating in the sky, saw the monster spread its wings and flew over and shouted loudly: "I have scented up for the gods and made merits for the gods."

"Help!"
Chapter completed!