Chapter 141: Fighting with literature: Fighting with literature for life!

Author: Gunpowder is very heavy

Chapter 141: Fighting with literature: Fighting with literature for life!

This world is a world of spiritual practice. Negotiations between two clans cannot be based on empty words and must be based on trust.

Written in black and white, a piece of paper cannot restrict the breach of contract by the two clans.

If you want to negotiate, you must have a contract with sufficient weight and power.

Dragon Blood Book is one of them.

The dragon-marked blood book is made from the rare dragon skin in the world and is made using secret methods. It has extremely strong restraining power. Once both parties write their names on the contract, they will never go back on it, otherwise terrible things will happen.

The most important thing is that this blood book must be written with the blood of the masters of the two countries.

In other words, if anyone goes back on his word, the leader of a country will suffer a great disaster.

No one dares to take this risk!

Upon hearing this, the Minister of Rites and He Zai could only remain silent.

"Literary fighting should be upright. If Ning Xiaoyou suffers any harm due to dirty methods, I will take off my official hat and go to Dahuang Prefecture to massacre the barbarians day and night."

After the silence, He Zai's voice sounded in the wind, carrying an unprecedented heaviness.

He felt guilty and regretful.

He invited Ning You to participate in the literary fight and guaranteed his safety, but now, if Ning You is injured or killed due to the barbarian conspiracy, he cannot escape the blame.

Chimu Shu didn't care about He Zai's threat. He just raised his head and looked at Wenshan Secret Realm coldly.

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In the secret realm, at the foot of the mountain, the two barbarians looked at each other and crushed the living hearts in their hands.

With their hearts broken and blood flowing like a torrent, the two barbarians completely lost their vitality and fell to the ground.

But the wild lines on his head merged with the blood gushing from his heart, turning into a line of blood-red smoke that soared up and quickly rushed to the front of Tamu Mountain.

Tamushan took out a cyan token and placed it in front of him.

"Buzz buzz!"

The token trembled and a strong suction force erupted, quickly absorbing the blood-red smoke.

After absorbing the blood-red smoke, the token suddenly changed color, becoming a bloody red with a strong evil aura.

"go!"

Tamushan shouted softly and threw the token into the air.

In the void, the shadow of the mountain spirit slowly appeared, took the scarlet token, an imperceptible red light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly:

"Akadama Token, the formal fighting begins!"

As soon as these words came out, several people in Wenshan were shocked, as if some power disappeared from their bodies, as if they suddenly lost their cotton-padded clothes and stood naked in the snow in the twelfth month of winter.

"not good!"

"This is the red jade token. The barbarians are really cunning and want to start a literary fight directly!"

"Brother, what do you mean by this? Aren't you always fighting?"

"No, the previous literary battles were just literary competitions. With the protection of mountain spirits, there was no danger to life. But now the literary battles are about literary battles! Once the literary battle begins, you can only recite the words of killing.

The poems and verses you write will turn into combat power to attack other climbers!"

"This... is not a competition for literary talent. The talented brother is so talented, is he afraid of the barbarians?!"

"Stupid! In a literary battle, only the poems you compose can be turned into fighting power. How difficult is the poem of killing and killing, how can it be so easy to write?! Besides, the barbarian is already on the same level as the talented brother.

, do you think the barbarians will give the talented brother time to think about his masterpiece?"

"So, isn't Brother Dacai in danger?!"

"Where are the temple princes, why haven't you come out to stop me?!"

"The red jade token has been lost a long time ago, why is it in the hands of the barbarians?"

Outside the main hall, everyone looked worried and looked at the barbarians angrily, while some shouted loudly towards the screen of the main hall.

Even if Ning You is not a student of Dajing, how can such a great talent be left here?

Outside the main hall, Liu Miaorui couldn't help but tighten her sleeves, her eyes filled with nervousness.

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Everything happened very quickly.

The barbarian commits suicide, sacrifices his blood to his heart, the mountain spirit suddenly speaks, and the situation slides in an unpredictable direction.

Ning You immediately felt that something was wrong. He wanted to compose a poem on the cyan light screen to arouse the literary spirit, carry him away from the stone steps, and put a distance between him and the barbarians.

But it's too late.

Tamushan strode forward and bullied him. His eight-foot-tall body was like a wild beast, and with incomparable power, he crashed into Ning You.

"boom!"

Ning You wanted to bring up his true energy, but his body was empty, and his true energy disappeared. Only the thin literary energy echoed his thoughts, condensed on his arms, and blocked the front.

But when the barbarians collided, it was shocking. It was like a huge boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain. With great force, Ning You felt that the literary energy on his arms collapsed at the touch. His body seemed to be hit by a speeding train, and he flew back involuntarily.

"Bang!"

His body fell to the ground and landed at the end of the stone steps. Ning You felt that all the bones in his body were shattered, his five internal organs were in severe pain, and blood could not help but ooze from the corners of his mouth.

What a terrifying power.

If Wen Qi hadn't blocked him slightly and Ning You's physical body had been strengthened twice, this blow would have killed him alive.

"It's over! It's over!"

"Brother Dacai is injured!"

"Despicable! It was clearly promised a civil fight, but it turned into a physical fight!"

"Where are the princes of the temple, why haven't you stopped them? Do you want to watch such great talents die?"

"Counterattack, the talented brother first composes a random poem, and then we'll talk about the counterattack!"

"The matter of converting the red jade token into Wen Dou is extremely secret. Brother Dacai is not my Dajing student, so he may not know about it!"

"Then tell him quickly!"

"No, we can hear the conversation in Wenshan's secret realm, but what we say cannot be transmitted inside. This is to prevent fraud!"

"Admit defeat! Admit defeat quickly! Since Tianwu County can't win anymore, let's just end the civil war. We must never lose such a great talent again!"

"No, Wenshan Secret Realm is refined by a first-grade national master. No one except the prime minister can force the mountain spirit to end the civil war!"

"Conspiracy, this is a conspiracy!"

Outside the main hall, some people were wailing. Looking at Ning You's miserable condition, they couldn't help but shed tears.

People who are not deeply passionate about poetry cannot appreciate the shock brought to them by these two masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

Such a prodigy in the poetry world, a talent that is rare to see in a thousand years, should we just watch him fall?

Countless girls and young women could not help crying.

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world.

If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?

These two sentences really touched their hearts. Coupled with Ning You's handsome face, I don't know how many daughters have secretly developed feelings for him.

But in the blink of an eye, the lover in the dream was beaten until he vomited blood. How could it not make people sad and shed tears?

Liu Miaorui's eyes were red, her magic power was concentrated, and she looked at the barbarians with an unprecedented coldness.

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"If it was five years ago, maybe I would have had a nice drink with you, but unfortunately, today, I have to kill you!"

On the stone steps, Tamushan looked at Ning You who fell to the ground, sighed, made a fist with his right hand, and suddenly hit his head like a giant hammer.

The fishy wind blew against his face and the blowing wind was cold, and Ning You felt his cheeks hurt.

Death seems so close!

"The man is in the fighting arena, his body is like a bear, his eyes are like a wolf!"

But at this moment, at the foot of the mountain, a loud voice of poetry recited suddenly.

"boom!"

Wen Qi overflowed, pouring out from the cyan light curtain and falling on Ning You. His body suddenly swelled and his injuries were completely healed. Not only that, a huge phantom of a bear appeared behind him.

His body suddenly expanded, like a giant bear, and a cold green light appeared in his eyes.

"Brother Ning You, the rules of literary fighting have changed. Only by reciting poems of killing can you fight against the barbarians!"
Chapter completed!