Long Aotian suddenly sneered, and the Haotian Ruler flashed through several meteors, instantly shattering the two big characters as black as ink!
"It's quite a while!" Seeing that the two words he wrote were shattered, Xiao looked slightly surprised!
Long Aotian didn't care whether he was surprised or not, he pulled the Haotian Ruler fiercely, and a powerful force of the sky flew away!
Earth-shattering slash!
"Look at my desolate poem!" Suddenly, the judge's pen in his hand was randomly stroked, and a line of poetry appeared dazzlingly!
"Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick!"
Each of the fourteen characters exudes a strong sense of desolation!
Sad poem!
I have realized the strongest poetic meaning so far!
Use poetry as a tool and write poetry as a pen!
"I didn't expect that this man's heart is so full of possibilities!"
Luo Xingyun was a little surprised. Such a poetic discussion was extraordinary, at least he couldn't do it!
Desolate poem?
"I want to see how miserable it is!"
Long Aotian shouted loudly, and stood the Haotian Ruler on the ground. His hands suddenly intertwined, and a ray of light instantly enveloped the beast!
"I have a skill that I learned from the top of Mount Tai, Patriarch Wuya, please try it!"
That's the trick!
What did Luo Xingyun see?
Jing was writing with a judge's pen, "Hard work hates the frosty temples, and poverty comes to a new end..." There were only three words left to finish. As he was writing, the picture suddenly changed in front of his eyes, and a pitiful woman unexpectedly appeared.
Now under a locust tree, I am sad and crying!
How is this going?
Wow, I'm shuddering, I don't know why!
desolate?
"I'll let you cool off first!"
Suddenly, the woman under the locust tree disappeared, and the locust tree withered. Instead, a dark iron ruler appeared above his head!
not good!
Xiao's reaction was not unpleasant. When he saw the pitch-black giant ruler, he backed away very quickly!
boom…
Long Aotian's Haotian Ruler smashed down, and half of the arena was torn apart!
Pity!
Luo Xingyun sighed secretly!
If Long Aotian could accurately predict his retreating position just now, he would most likely be seriously injured, but it was already too late!
Leaning on the railing, looking up, the misty rain has stopped!
Suddenly, Judge Ying's pen was very fast and tactful, and he wrote hurriedly, writing down the poems in Manjianghongzhong. In an instant, a strong anger spread out!
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon!"
As his strokes fell, the anger instantly rose to an unprecedented height, and the void almost instantly exploded and the arena shattered!
"I want you to die!" Zha's anger is like a fuse that has been lit and is about to explode!
"I have a skill that I learned from the War Temple Li Wushuang!"
Long Aotian closed his eyes and then opened them. The moment he opened his eyes, the Haotian Ruler suddenly emitted a dazzling light!
A strong wild energy also emanated from it!
Cut the sky!
Long Aotian shouted loudly, and the Clear Sky Ruler in his hand suddenly flew into the sky. He looked up suddenly, waved his palm downwards, and the Clear Sky Ruler fell down!
Humph, don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow!
Xiao, wrote down the last few lines of poetry at an extremely fast speed, waved his hand away, and instantly rushed forward with countless words exuding strong anger!
Click...
A huge sound came from mid-air. When the sound fell, the remaining half of the arena turned into countless gravel, and on top of a gravel as big as a stone, two people stood looking at each other!
Long Aotian and Xiao!
What a powerful attack, but what are they doing?
have no idea?
who knows?
It should be for the rules of the game!
competition rules?
The rules of the game, whoever lands first loses!
All right!
Looking at the two people standing on the gravel, everyone started talking!
"It seems that Long Aotian is in trouble this time!"
Luo Xingyun sighed secretly. When the two of them delivered the final blow, he saw clearly that Long Aotian had been seriously injured!
Although the opponent was also injured, Long Aotian had been affected before, so Luo Xingyun deduced that Long Aotian was defeated in this battle!
puff…
Sure enough, Long Aotian spat out a mouthful of old blood and shook his body. If he didn't want to lose, he would have been unable to stand still!
"Admit defeat!" Zhao said at this time. He saw that Long Aotian could no longer hold on!
Give up??
impossible!
Long Aotian said stubbornly, even the gravel under his feet was almost crushed by him, but he still had no intention of admitting defeat!
"Haha, that's such a pity!" Seeing that he was still insisting, Zha raised his hand and slapped him. Almost instantly, Long Aotian was knocked away!
you…
puff…
With the intense fire attacking his heart, Long Aotian spurted out another mouthful of blood!
"Okay, you can take a rest, it's my turn now!" However, at this moment, Luo Xingyun helped Long Aotian up, and after speaking to him, he jumped on the gravel!
It's you?
When I saw him, there was a strong murderous intent in my eyes!
"I heard that you wanted to fight with me just now?"
Luo Xingyun didn't pay attention to the cold murderous intent in his eyes, but suddenly asked him!
Although Xiao wanted to kill him, he also knew that his own strength was overstretched and he was no match for him now!
"That's what I thought before!"
previously?
Luo Xingyun seemed to hear something, "What about now?"
Xiao, frowned and said, "It's still the same now!"
He actually really wanted to say, can you let me recover?
"Haha, what a hard bone!" Luo Xingyun smiled, then his expression changed and he said coldly, "I just like to chew on hard bones. Even if my teeth are not good, I will still crush them with my gums!"
After the words fell, Luo Xingyun raised the holy sword and stabbed him!
A sad autumn for thousands of miles...
Wan What Wan?
All you have to do now is hold on!
A century of illness...
"It won't take a hundred years, I'll kill you in just one day!"
The demon was about to use its desolate poem, but was interrupted repeatedly. His face suddenly changed, and he was filled with anger!
Don't lean on the railing, the young man's head will turn gray, and he will feel empty and sad...
"Why be sad? Be happy!"
Boy, you...
"What are you, you, go to hell!"
No matter what I want to write, Luo Xingyun always interrupts me. He never fails to say something desolate, and even his anger is gone!
I am so angry!
"I told you to be happy!"
Luo Xingyun's faint words made Zha lose his temper. Just when he was about to speak, Luo Xingyun's sword had already stabbed him!
Die!
Tear…
Luo Xingyun's sword did not kill him, it just stabbed his arm, causing a bloody wound instantly!
you…
"Haha, how are you? Does this feel good?"
Luo Xingyun sneered, tapped his foot lightly, and scratched him with another sword!
The devil was furious, and with a pen in his hand, he wrote two lines of angry poems!
"What's the point of the empty boats touching each other? Even though the fire is burning, it is empty." Then a surge of anger reaches the sky!
"Good poem, but it's a pity it's not enough!" Luo Xingyun looked into the void, swung his sword, and the anger was instantly destroyed!
"The Tathagata's treasured stick subjugates demons, and his mercy and power shock all directions."
The judge's pen is full of dragons and phoenixes, and the anger in the demon's heart is getting stronger!
A sword coming from the west!
break…
Luo Xingyun casually broke through his attack with a sword. Two attacks were interrupted in a row, and Xiao's face looked very ugly!
"I don't believe you can break my attack!"
Suddenly, the demon shouted loudly, and the judge's pen tapped lightly, like a peach, and like a knife!
"What a great radical, but it's a pity it's useless to me!"
Luo Xingyun's long sword drew two rays of cold light, shattering it in an instant!
He has completely lost his fighting spirit, even if he had it, Luo Xingyun will not give him this chance!
End it!
Meteor Storm Slash!
boom…
The figure of the devil was like a sack being thrown out. After Luo Xingyun's sword fell, he flew out directly!
puff…
After falling, a mouthful of old blood spurted out from his mouth like a spring!