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Not only the three Great Confucians looked around strangely, but even the ancient corpses felt the turbulence of the heavens and the earth, and looked around.
The Niuhuang ancient corpse even suddenly slowed down and became alert.
After watching the three Great Confucians, they looked at Fang Yun almost at the same time.
Fang Yun stands on the Pingyun Qingyun. Although it is the Great Confucian, but a Great Scholar Tsing Yi, he is gathering with a Great Confucian literary pen and writing on a pale gold holy page.
This time, he did not use the pen and the book, but like the normal writing, writing one word at a time, which makes each stroke have a shadow of the sword, each word has the shape of a mountain river, Fang Yun Calligraphy Realms: Even close to Fourth Realm, and then sink into the heart for a period of time, you can become the pen moves like a dragon serpent.
The Niuhuang ancient corpse continued to attack Fang Yun, but Fang Yun was used by both the heart and the mind, and there were many backers, and it took Fan Yun no way.
The three Great Confucian gods took off and looked at the text on the holy page from a height.
Drunk in the light to see the sword, dream back to the corner and even camp.
Eight hundred miles of squatting, fifty strings slamming outside.
Sand field autumn soldiers!
The horse made Lu Fei fast, and the bow was like a string.
But the king of the world, the name of the former.
It does not hesitate to happen!
In the process of writing, the atmosphere of the whole poem is constantly released, and the heavens and the earth are like the moths, and it is like this holy page is a big hole in the heavens and the earth, engulfing all the heavens and the earth.
However, in an instant, the nearby world was swallowed up.
The three Great Confucians had to switch to other forces such as the ancient dragon sword, and the movements of the ancient corpses became sluggish, the attacks became weak, and there was not enough heaven and earth, and many of their means could not be used.
When the last word falls, a magnificent and brilliant light takes the holy page as the source, and like a fountain, it emits endless colorful light. Even the ancient god tower can't stop, rushing to the sky, filling the sky with the gods. In the end, the gods gave the mountains and seas, and formed a colorful vision at the height of the burial holy valley.
The poetry of the ancestors can not be concealed.
The birth of the first completely new type of war poetry will form a new treasure, because the poetry is formed earlier than the word, so it is collectively called the poetry.
In the mountains and seas, Human Race Great Confucian saw the poetry of the poetry in the sky, and was excited. Some people sang poems and some people drank alcohol.
Many demon people are different in appearance.
A mountain island not far from the ancient tower is galloping to the ancient tower, and there is a very strange weapon on the towering mountain island.
The body of the fierce object is somewhat similar to humans, but it is extraordinarily soft, without bones, ten feet high, suspended in the air, and behind it, there are six pairs of white shells arranged like wings, with white shells Subtle golden lines.
The fierce thing is the wing.
This bead looked at the poetry of the poetry, and there was a strong chill in his eyes, as if he could freeze a country.
"The world is big, can become a poetry ancestor, not Fang Yun. It seems that the emperor carries two banned gods and gods is God! Fang Yun, God wants you to die, you have to die! ”
God gives a sea of mysterious land.
The chanting ghost, three thousand eyes and the mysterious white man turned and looked at the direction of the ancient god tower.
The chanting ghost and three thousand eyes are only slightly curious, while the white people smile slightly.
"good."
God gave the mountain overseas, buried in the holy valley, and a strong idea rose in the air.
Suddenly, a black-haired giant claw that has been crushed for thousands of miles has risen from the cemetery of the demon-blooded tomb, and has skyrocketed thousands of miles. In the twinkling of an eye, it appears in the mountains of the gods, and turns into a eternal night, carrying the power of extinction, the fierceness of the world. I have to scatter the poetry of the poetry.
God gave the holy sea light, and the strong breath suddenly increased. Then I saw thousands of giant claws like the wax of near fire, the snow near the water, and melted at a very fast speed.
The black-haired giant claws did not fear, and continued to shoot at the poetry.
Suddenly, a crystal clear crystal flying from the Human Race blood tomb cemetery, up to a hundred miles, instantly arrived at the gods of the mountains overseas, such as a mountain peak, carrying a brilliant light, stabbing the black hair giant claws.
Without waiting for the crystal thorns, the Jedi has a strange text flying in the direction of the reverse mountain. It exudes the violent and violent power of the gods. If you come from the ancient times, after going to Bandai, the light will sweep away and the crystal will be big. The pen sweeps into the turbulent flow of time and space, so that the crystal is very close to the black hand, but it seems that it can never be reached.
In the moment when the anti-Tianshan gods flew out, the Dragon Race blood tomb cemetery was shocked, and a dead and rotten dragon claw came to the gods to go overseas, to block the black hair giant.
However, in the depths of the distant Sanctuary, a round of black days suddenly appeared in front of the dragon claws, and the dragon claws were firmly sucked in.
In the cranial mountain range, there was a cold cry, and then a giant mountain carrying the power of destroying the stars, in an attempt to suppress the black hair giant claws.
At the same time, the tree world is located, a long endless brown tree root spans the space and flies straight.
The majestic roots of the tree seem to be empty.
In the sacred valleys, all of them are close to each other. At this moment, they are all stagnation, and they want to wait for the roots and giant mountains to separate the results.
The giant mountain was stagnant, and it seemed to be preparing to avoid the roots. I knew that the root of the tree suddenly accelerated, and the black-haired giant claws were entangled in a moment, and then slammed.
The giant claws burst, and the dark blood rained thousands of miles, just like the end of the day.
God's gift to the mountains and seas seems to be in a period of time, all the powers are stagnant, and then, they are scattered.
When the blood rain falls, God gives the mountain overseas, except for the stench of blood everywhere, everything is restored.
The poetry of the poems rushing to the sky is like a milk swallow back to the nest, quickly flying to the blood graveyard of Human Race, forming a beautiful rainbow in the sky.
The ancient god tower gently shocked and immediately returned to calm.
Within the treasure house, the situation has changed slightly.
The poetry of the poetry is inexplicable and condenses the spiritual strength of the family. The ancient corpses are shocked by this power. All of them are retreating. Even the old corpse of Niuhuang is suspiciously watching Fang Yun, dare not go forward, and keep whispering. bluff.
For the first time in his life, the three Great Confucians saw the birth of Shizu Baoguang, and his face was full of shock.
The three of them not only pay attention to poetry, but also pay more attention to the meaning of the text.
A veteran, after drunk at night, watched the sword under the lamp and missed the old things. After entering the dream, it seems to have returned to the battlefield of the past, and the campfire.
In the continuous camp, the soldiers shared the delicious beef in front of the campfire while listening to the powerful military music.
After the rest, in the autumn wind, the horn sounded, the army marched, and the generals parade.
The horses are like Lu, the cavalry is flying, the arrows are with thunder, and the archers are shooting with pride.
With such a fine soldier, it is enough to complete the dream of Human Race, to expel the demon, to conquer the world, to complete the world-famous military achievements, the history of Qing Dynasty, and the world.
Even if I am old, how can I feel sorry?
The generals made a big account and held the sword in the sand!
After the formation of Shizu Baoguang, the poem page is covered with layers of Baoguang, handed down, holy blood, first book, holy page, original works, etc., as well as calligraphy, writing brush, tortoise, witch, ink, etc. The Baoguang, which was formed by various forces, made this poem and poetry instantly cover more than ten layers of Baoguang, and its power surpassed Second Realm.
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