Xiao Changfeng looked at Li Shusheng calmly.

Regarding Baihuasha, what he possesses is killing intent.

That's why he presses hard once he strikes.

Four punches kill Baihuasha.

And for Li Shusheng.

Xiao Changfeng was more looking forward to it.

But what he was looking forward to was the awe-inspiring energy in Li Shusheng's body.

certainly.

This awe-inspiring spirit is the foundation of Li Shusheng's literary skills, and he would never offer it with his own hands.

So he needs to kill Shusheng Li first, and then get it from his body.

"But as scholars like us, we don't have the strength to tie a chicken, and we are really not good at fighting and killing. Why don't I write a poem for you?"

Li Shusheng smiled brightly.

Then he raised his right hand.

Whoosh!

A brilliant golden light rose up.

This golden light is so brilliant that even the sun seems to be dimmed in front of it.

"Golden Pen Martial Spirit!"

Xiao Changfeng looked at this golden light.

I saw a golden brush in the golden light.

The brush is long and slender, and there are four seal characters engraved on it: "The brush has spirit".

This martial soul is extremely solid and has reached an evolutionary state.

At this time, Li Shusheng held his left hand empty.

Suddenly a bright silver light lit up.

The brilliance of this silver light is three points stronger than the bright moon at night.

"Silver Book Martial Spirit!"

In the silver light, there is a thin silver book.

The pages of the book have a metallic luster, as if they were made of metal.

There is also a faint scent of books flowing out.

Gold pen and silver book!

Li Shusheng’s signature martial spirit.

Moreover, the two martial spirits are not only ninth grade, but can also be used together.

At this time, I saw Li Shusheng’s gold pen and silver book.

The expectations and tension in everyone's hearts were even higher.

"Lie down late at night and listen to the wind and rain!"

Li Shusheng wrote the first line of poetry with a silver script in his left hand and a gold pen in his right hand.

Wow!

During the ancient martial arts battle in Taichung, rain actually fell out of thin air.

Above the sky, the sun is shining brightly.wavv

There are no dark clouds on the ancient martial arts battlefield.

However, the rain fell in a steady patter.

And it’s getting bigger!

Whoosh!

Not only was it raining, but the wind was also howling.

For a time, the entire ancient martial arts battle platform was stormy and rainy.

"Can writing with a gold pen and silver book become a reality? It has a bit of a Confucian magical power, but it is too weak!"

Xiao Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back, watching Li Shusheng's move.

Although those who cultivate immortality eventually reach the same destination by different paths.

But the process is like a hundred flowers blooming.

There are sword cultivators who prove the Tao through killing.

There are alchemists who use elixirs to achieve enlightenment.

There are also talisman masters who use talismans to prove the Tao.

Of course, there are also Confucian cultivators who write down their teachings.

Different cultivators have different spells and magical powers.

Xiao Changfeng met a true Confucian immortal in his last life.

A breath of awe-inspiring energy can change the color of heaven and earth.

compare to.

Li Shusheng's use of gold pen and silver calligraphy to write out a hint of the vision of heaven and earth seems relatively weak.

But that is compared to the Confucian True Immortal.

If compared with ordinary saints and saints.

This method is invincible.

"Li Shusheng has taken action!"

Seeing this scene, everyone around the ancient martial arts platform stretched their necks and stared closely.

Many people have only heard of Li Shusheng's name, but have never seen him take action.

They all looked surprised.

Unexpectedly, Li Shusheng just wrote a word and the real wind and rain would appear.

Whoosh!

At this time, the violent storm was hitting Xiao Changfeng.

The wind is like a knife blade, and the rain is like a sharp arrow.

It seems ordinary, but it can be fatal.

"White Tiger Divine Fist!"

Looking at the violent wind and rain in front of him, Xiao Changfeng's expression remained unchanged.

He made a fist with his right hand and punched out.

The mana boiling like a sea surged in Xiao Changfeng's fist.

Then a white tiger phantom appeared from the fist, tearing the sky and hitting the wind and rain.

This punch!

Make the color of the sky and the earth change, make the wind and rain turn back.

Boom!

A harsh roar exploded on the ancient martial arts platform.

Like thunder rolling from the sky, it shakes people's hearts.

Then in the shocked eyes of everyone.

The violent storm was knocked back by Xiao Changfeng's punch.

Instead, he headed towards Li Shusheng.

In an instant, the overwhelming wind and rain were like a big mouth.

He wanted to swallow up Shusheng Li's tiny figure in one mouthful.

However, this storm was originally transformed by Li Shusheng’s pen.

How could it hurt himself?

Suddenly he waved his golden pen in the air.

The strong wind disappeared and the heavy rain left no trace.
To be continued...