Feitian City, the Saint of Calligraphy to Fight the Five Emperors!

There are big words everywhere in the sky, and there are articles everywhere in the sky, just like a long bridge connecting the heavenly chasm and suppressing the arrogance of the emperor.

"There is a path for the mountain of books and diligence as the path, and the sea of ​​knowledge is endless and hard to make a boat!"

"Does the same thing do not work together. Do you wait for the emperor to truly know the sufferings of the people? Do you wait for the emperor to truly know the hardships of the students?"

"No, you don't know!"

The words were deafening, and the huge brushes and calligraphy were like bells, hitting the Five Emperors, making them feel very uncomfortable.

At this moment, his voice rose, and Wang Xizhi stood in the air and recited loudly, constantly writing a heroic article in his hand.

"Yan Dan is good at raising scholars, and is determined to repay the strong. He gathers a hundred people and gets Jing Qing at the end of the year. A gentleman dies in confidant and takes his sword out of Yanjing. Su Ji sings in the vast road and sends me generously."

"The hero is a dangerous crown, and the fierce air rushes to the long tassels. Drinking the water, the four heroes are lined up. Gradually, the sad and sad, the Song Dynasty sings loudly. The whistle and sad wind passes, and the faint cold waves arise."

"Shang Yin shed tears even more, and the feathers were shocked. I knew I would not return, and I had a reputation in my later generations. When did I take the car and flew into the Qin court. It spanned thousands of miles and winded across thousands of cities..."

The Five Emperors were slightly stunned. This poem was wrong and had nothing to do with the previous poems.

Kangxi shouted: "Not good!"

This sound was a little too late. There was a clang behind him, which was the sound of drawing the sword.

"Damn it! Jing Ke, the assassin of the ages!" Jiaqing reacted very quickly, but the moment the sword light appeared, it had already gone around his neck and jumped towards him, Qianlong.

The five emperors were all furious. It turned out that Wang Xizhi was trying to erase their strength from beginning to end. The real person who took action was Jing Ke, the Jing Ke who assassinated the King of Qin.

Damn Jing Ke! King Qin, Zhou Lie’s ancestor spirit is King Qin, and he actually dares to help his enemies!

In the blink of an eye, one of the five auras went away, and Qianlong was seriously injured, which was equivalent to one and a half.

Jing Ke left immediately after touching it, and did not give the Five Emperors a chance to touch the corner of his clothes.

Wang Xizhi laughed and looked down and said, "The formation of the Five Emperors has finally been broken. You are in charge of the Three Jiazi of the Kingdoms and the Five Elements of Gold, Wood, Water, Fire and Earth, so you have an incredible effect. Unfortunately, people in the world say that they have only three generations of wealth. You have also experienced changes in prosperity and decline in the achievements of the Five Generations. The weakest one is Jiaqing, and the door is also on him. The dust returns to the dust, the earth returns to the earth, go back! Go back together!"

Hearing this, looking at Wang Xizhi's expression, the remaining four emperors were extremely shocked.

Seeing that all the big characters in front, back and left and right began to collapse, Kangxi couldn't help asking, "You, Wang Xizhi, are you a saint of calligraphy. Is it worth it to assist Zhou Lie? We can also give what he can give to you. In addition, you have obviously gained the upper hand, why do you still sacrifice yourself? Pull us to die together?"

"Hahaha! How easy is it to destroy you? This is a bloody journey, and there has never been any tricks. I have long known that sacrifice is inevitable. Some ancestors want to compete for control with their descendants, while others are very open-minded. They are originally old ghosts who sink into the pile of old papers. They are already very happy to be able to help future generations. As long as Fufengzi can go further on this road, my wish is enough! I am satisfied, hahaha, the book can be conveyed to the spirit, the name is Kemingzhi, suppress you, town, town..."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The underground palace is being destroyed, forming a deeper mystery lock, a mystery lock! The saint of calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, faced the death calmly, and pulled the four old ghosts from where to come? Where to go! It has collapsed in a moment, and there is no trace left.

Jing Ke fell into darkness and sighed: "The eternal imperial career is a foundation for all generations. Since the cycle of reincarnation in the heaven has made me become Xiao Ning's ancestor spirit, no matter Zhou Lie Ying Lie, I will help you a group of barbarians? I don't know who else has a ghost idea here. If someone comes, I will sacrifice myself for justice! Haha, Xiao Ning's child is like my ancestor. This is the passing of fire and blood. What is more important in the world than this? Kill! Who will kill whom today?"

At the same time, the war at the headquarters of the Bad People came to an end. Mr. Shui Jing stepped across the pool of blood and walked deep into the ground.

Behind him were all dead bodies, and the three bad guys used all their skills but failed to stop this powerful old ghost.

Mr. Shui Jing opened the compass and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Xu Xiake, it turns out that you have mobilized the earth's energy. Do you dare to show up and see me?"

"Boom..."

Flying sand and stones rushed over, absorbing the blood that was almost bleeding nearby, casting a stone man upwards, opening his blood-red eyes and saying, "Mr. Shuijing! Your injuries are already extremely serious, look back! Turn back is the shore! Even Guiguzi himself has no way to open the mystery lock. Xiangqi can only destroy the bad people's stone chamber. Someone has awakened and ready to deal with you with all your strength! You can't find us!"

"Is that so? Haven't you come out? As long as you come out, I can find Zhou Lie." Mr. Shui Jing released a jade seal upwards, and the purple seal light shone in all directions, and suddenly stopped Xu Xiake.

"Oh! I'm obsessed with it!" The stone man immediately twisted and transformed into a wall.

No, that's not a wall.

Blood penetrated and condensed into a two-meter high blood mirror, with an ancient shape and blood rays soaring into the sky.

The earthly air gushed out, and the corpses that fell nearby had white hair and green hair and scales all over their bodies stood up, and blood was spurted out from their eyes and stared at Mr. Shui Jing.

Seeing the zombies rushing towards him, Mr. Shui Jing sneered: "Hmph! Xu Xiake, no wonder some people say that you are just a saint, so where is the word "saint"? It's true when you see this today. Will you only use these tricks? You can't get into a noble hall."

As he said that, Mr. Shui Jing raised his hand to light up the purple seal.

Suddenly, billions of light appeared, shooting from top to bottom without any obstacles, holding all the zombies in place.

It was so bad now. Although there were many zombies, they could only roar occasionally and could not take a step forward, making the blood mirror a decoration.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the mirror, and turned his back and said, "Is it a saint? I, Xu Xiake, never cared about me! I am just a traveler who is obsessed with the scenery along the way! I did walk out of the mystery. With your mind, Mr. Shuijing can't guess my wish?"

"What? How can you be cruel and sacrifice yourself? You are the biggest fool in the world. Since you have the opportunity to live a lifetime, why should you fulfill those A Dou who can't help you?"

Xu Xiake said solemnly: "My descendants are outstanding than me!"

The voice pauses, the blood mirror resonates, revealing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, beautiful scenery on earth, and scenery in all seasons...

I heard a long voice chanting and said, "Where can I stay when I walk out of the west gate? Looking back, the moon in the sea is like a hook. The long mountain should be the promise of the previous life, and the water is wide to usher in this world. The mist and clouds bloom in the paintings, and the footprints through the forest describe the spring and autumn. The breeze is like relieving the wishes of the walkers, and follow you all the way to the world!"

"Hahaha, the world is traveling, the world is traveling!"

"Success requires memorial service, so that my generations of descendants can go further and see more beautiful scenery on the road! For this reason, everything is worth it! I am better than you, because I have at least the word "saint". Go back, go back, carry on the past and open up the future, and my wish is enough!"

"Boom..."
Chapter completed!