It was like a chivalrous knight from the Middle Ages, walking out of the endless darkness with a sword in his hand and soaring arrogance.
After writing one sentence, the ink floated in mid-air, revealing a murderous intent that shot straight into the sky.
This is only a part of the whole poem, but the sword's intention is soaring into the sky, and it shows the saintliness and majesty of the sword at the stroke of the pen.
The poetry is extraordinary, but the technique is equally extraordinary.
After Yan Zhenqing put pen to paper, the whole poem came to life. A terrifying pressure instantly fell on Lu Yu, and the bones all over Lu Yu's body made a creaking sound.
"kill!"
Lu Yu felt the pressure and whipped the soul-suppressing whip in his hand.
He would not wait until Yan Zhenqing actually finished the poem. If he had to take action in advance, he would at least seriously injure him.
"It's too late! Lu Yu, you will definitely die today!"
Yan Zhenqing's writing speed suddenly changed. He held the brush in his hand, like a phantom in the void, and wrote with a few strokes.
The font is grand and majestic, horizontally and vertically like a long sword, unparalleled sharpness.
When it's over, just brush off your clothes and hide your name behind you!
Boom!
Between the heaven and the earth, a fierce and murderous aura spread.
A knight from the medieval era walked out of the poem, holding a sharp knife and slashing hard!
boom!
The soul-suppressing whip in Lu Yu's hand was severely destroyed, and the magic power in it was scattered.
The power of this poem is actually a hundred times more powerful than the Duobao Pagoda Stele!
Lu Yu knew that the person who could write this poem was definitely a high-level Taoist. The combination of poetry and calligraphy exerted unprecedented power.
The realms between Lu Yu and Yan Zhenqing are so different!
In the past, Lu Yu could still defeat him with the help of his immortal weapon.
But now, all the immortal weapons have been temporarily deprived of their spirituality by primitive creatures, and it will take a long time to recover.
This is a fatal situation. Under the attack of a high-level Taoist master, it is difficult for anyone to survive.
call--
The violent wind suddenly blew on Lu Yu's body.
"It's such a pity for you, Lu Yu. If you had defected to the Tang Dynasty, your achievements would not be worse than Li Bi's." Yan Zhenqing saw Lu Yu's death, but there was no trace of pride in his eyes, but a trace of regret.
"grown ups!"
"Lord!"
Countless Qianlong Army soldiers who were watching outside roared.
They saw that Lu Yu was in danger and was really about to die. At this time, everyone became anxious.
The mighty pressure of Dao Lord came down, and many people couldn't even get close. They vomited blood as soon as they took a few steps.
However, Lu Jingsheng and other legion commanders still managed to rush forward despite the strong pressure.
"Retreat!" Yan Zhenqing spoke the truth.
The commanders of the legions who rushed forward felt as if they had been struck by lightning, vomiting blood and retreating.
This is not a level battle at all.
Lu Yu, the strongest among them, was suppressed to death, let alone them.
In the eyes of everyone, the medieval knight transformed from the poem flew towards him with a sharp knife in his hand.
"Yan Zhenqing, it's not that easy for you to kill me!"
Lu Yu was not ready to sit still and wait for death. He roared angrily, and the energy and blood all over his body suddenly exploded.
The thick Qi and blood rose from his body into the sky and turned into smoke.
Taichu body, holy emperor body, indestructible vajra body and many other body training techniques were all released.
At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Yu finally unleashed all his strength.
The golden body stood proudly in the sight of everyone. Surrounding the golden body were dragons and tigers, looking fierce and majestic, trying to resist the knights of poetry.
However, at this moment, a figure stopped in front of Lu Yu.