The pen tip fell, and the void trembled.

It was like a knight from the Middle Ages, walking out of endless darkness, holding a long sword in his hand, and magnificently.

In one sentence, the ink is suspended in the air, revealing the murderous intent, and soaring into the sky.

This is just part of the whole poem, but the sword intent is soaring, the strokes are solemn, and the sword energy is solemn.

Poetry is extraordinary, and magic is also unproducible.

After Yan Zhenqing wrote, the whole poem came alive. A terrifying pressure instantly came upon Lu Yu, and the bones around Lu Yu made a creaking sound.

"kill!"

Lu Yu felt the pressure and whip in his hand thrust directly.

He would not wait until Yan Zhenqing really completed this poem. He would take action in advance, or at least he would seriously hurt him.

"It's too late! Lu Yu, you will definitely die today!"

Yan Zhenqing's speed of writing suddenly changed. He held the brush in his hand and was like a phantom in the void. He wrote it out in a few strokes.

The font is grand and grand, horizontal and vertical like a long sword, sharp and unparalleled.

After the matter, I left my clothes and hid my name behind me!

Boom!

A violent murderous aura came from between heaven and earth.

A knight from the Middle Ages walked out of the poem and slashed out hard with a sharp blade in his hand!

Bang!

The soul-suppressing whip on Lu Yu's hand was severely destroyed, and the magic power in it also scattered.

The power of this poem is actually a hundred times stronger than that of the Duobao Pagoda Monument!

Lu Yu knew that the person who could write this poem was definitely the existence of a high-level Taoist king. The great way of poetry and calligraphy combined it exerted unprecedented power.

The realms between Lu Yu and Yan Zhenqing are too different!

If it were in the past, Lu Yu could still deal with him with his immortal weapon.

But now, all the immortal weapons have temporarily taken away their spiritual powers by the prehistoric creatures and need a long time to recover.

This is a deadly situation. Under the target of the advanced Taoist lord, it is difficult for anyone to survive.

call--

The violent wind blew on Lu Yu's body.

"Lu Yu, it's such a pity. If you defect to my Tang Dynasty, your achievements will not be worse than Li Mi." Yan Zhenqing saw Lu Yu die, but there was no slight pride in his eyes, but there was a hint of regret.

"grown ups!"

"Master!"

Countless Qianlong soldiers watching outside roared.

They saw Lu Yu in a dangerous place and was really about to die. At this time, everyone became anxious.

The vast pressure of the powerful Taoist master came down, and many people couldn't even get close. They vomited blood from their mouths just after taking a few steps.

But Lu Jingsheng and several other legion commanders still rushed up with powerful pressure.

"Get back!" Yan Zhenqing spoke the truth.

The legion commanders who rushed up were all struck by lightning, spitting blood in their mouths and retreating.

This is not a level of battle at all.

Lu Yu, the strongest among them, was suppressed tightly, let alone them.

In everyone's eyes, the medieval knight transformed by poetry rushed over with a sharp blade.

"Yan Zhenqing, it's not that easy for you to kill me!"

Lu Yu was not going to sit and wait for death. He roared and his blood suddenly burst out.

The thick qi and blood soared into the sky from his body and turned into a wolf smoke.

Many body refining techniques such as the Taichu body, the Holy Emperor body, the Vajra Immortal Body, etc. have been released.

At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Yu finally burst out with all his strength.

A golden body stood proudly in everyone's sight, and the golden body was surrounded by dragons and tigers, with great vigor and majesty, trying to resist the poetic heroes.

However, at this moment, a figure stopped in front of Lu Yu.
Chapter completed!