Chapter 79

"A spirit king?"

At this time, Wu Yiming also heard the majestic voice from the inside of the building ship on the boat. However, for this existence, although he knew that Ye Yu was only the cultivation of the fifth level heavenly spirit Master, he knew very well that his mysterious brother Ye's combat power could not be calculated according to the superficial cultivation.

"Boom!!"

At this time, with a violent fluctuation, an overwhelming force suddenly radiated from the interior of the towering building ship.

to be sonorous! to be sonorous!

The huge bloody war sword glittered with strange golden light. It seemed that it was about to be broken by the terrible force and made a weak sound.

Although this is the power of the way of literature to communicate between heaven and earth, Ye Yu did not understand the essence at this time. He just wrote this heroic poem according to the diagram, which can not give full play to the real artistic conception power.

After all, this is the first time Ye Yu used the way of literature against the enemy!

However, looking at the appearance that the bloody giant sword was about to lose support, Ye Yu just smiled calmly at the corners of his mouth, and then suddenly shouted, "pen!"

Today, he Ye Yu will use this way to kill everything!

Buzz!

The powerful power continued to gush out from Ye Yu's hands. The golden power surged like a big wave. In an instant, another huge golden brush appeared in the sky.

And Ye Yu stretched out his hand and a golden giant hand suddenly appeared. It was like a giant palm in the air, holding the towering giant pen and pointing directly at the tall building ship not far away.

"A man should kill without mercy"

Ye Yu's face was wavless, controlling the huge golden palm and holding the brush, he immediately wrote such a sentence in the air!

"Come again!"

Ye Yu shouted loudly and continued to write: "eternal immortality is in killing."

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

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As soon as this sentence is written, every golden character written by a golden giant pen and condensed in the air emits endless blood light and evil spirit in an instant!

The sentences full of endless pride and killing intention suddenly condensed into a large array in the sky. In the spirit array, a mighty figure full of boundless majesty slowly took shape.

That's an emperor!

An emperor holds a killing sword, his eyes are indifferent, and he has a mind of contempt for all creatures in the world!

He's on the battlefield!

"Immortality for thousands of years, all in killing!"

At this time, Wu Yiming on the rear boat saw this sentence. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the slightly strange square characters, the martial master had been able to communicate with the spirit when he reached the realm of the spirit king. He could clearly feel the endless killing intention and domineering spirit contained in the poem!

"What a 'immortal cause for thousands of years, all in killing'!"

Words are no longer obstacles. Besides, the Chinese characters written by Ye Yu are actually very similar to the square characters of the world.

With Wu Yiming's realm and perception at this time, he naturally quickly saw through this poem.

"Bang!"

Wu Yiming looked very happy. He directly took a piece of paper and picked up his pen to write down this famous saying, so that he could see and understand it every day.

This poem is so strange. Did brother Ye write it?!

Thinking of this, Wu Yiming's eyes are full of horror!

At this age, he is extremely powerful and has ancient blood. He is also a spirit array master, but it seems that brother Ye is still a master of literature and Taoism?!

"Brother ye, how many secrets are you hiding from me?"

Wu Yiming looked at the figure of a large number of green shirts that seemed to be possessed by the sage of literature in the air, and couldn't help laughing bitterly in his heart.

At this time, Wu Yiming had written this sentence on the paper, but just when Wu Yiming wanted to hide the paper, a violent force of heaven and earth suddenly appeared in the font of the poem he had just written on the paper.

"No!"

Wu Yiming looked surprised and suddenly stepped back.

Boom!!

The next moment, the paper burst open and directly broke the small table covered with paper.

"This?!"

Looking at the shredded paper and small table, Wu Yiming looked shocked. "Ordinary paper can't carry this poetry?! has brother Ye's poetry reached such a level?!"

Looking at the green shirt figure in the air, Wu Yiming looked restless for a long time

And now, in mid air.

Ye Yu had already shot high into the sky, and the huge light hand condensed by the spiritual power controlled the golden light and wrote these two poems in the air.

A man should kill without mercy!

Eternal immortality lies in killing!

Four poems full of endless killing appeared in the sky. The golden words had become words stained with blood. A vast and surging breath suddenly fell from the air. The virtual shadow of an emperor in battle armor suddenly appeared under the four poems and directly pressed the building ship with a palm in the distance!

Click!

Creak, creak!

The huge building ship sent out bursts of harsh cracking sound, and the power that had previously detained the blood sword also gradually disappeared at this time.

"It's terrible?! how old is he? At such an age, why has the art of literature reached such a level?! he has no right to resist?!"

At this time, looking at the slightly skinny young man in the sky, Zhao Hao had long been pressed on the ground by the imperial authority.

At this time, he and Ye Yu were like the supreme emperor who looked down on the common people, and Zhao Hao was a frightened people, no! The people are not even a mole ant!

Looking at Ye Yu, who was younger than himself, Zhao Hao laughed at himself. He was still the core disciple of lingtianzong?!

"How dare thieves?!"

At this time, the whole building ship was about to be broken by the giant palm pressed down by the emperor's virtual shadow. A long roar suddenly came out from the inside of the building ship, and a burly figure suddenly appeared in front of the building ship.

This is a middle-aged man with evil eyes. He is dressed in iron armor and has a terrible momentum. He is not like a man of the sect, but more like a general on the battlefield.

"Martial uncle?!"

On the ground, Zhao Hao, who was imprisoned by coercion, saw this figure, as if he had found the Savior in an instant, and immediately shouted sadly.

"Waste!"

Looking at Zhao Hao's humiliating appearance, the iron clad man couldn't help waving his big hand and directly slapped Zhao Hao in the air. Then he suddenly stepped into the air and looked at Ye Yu through the bloody giant sword and the emperor's virtual shadow. He said in a loud voice, "your way of writing is admirable! But do you think a few poems can resist my lingtianzong's anger?"

The armored man is the master of the majestic voice just now, the powerful existence of a middle-level spirit king.

However, Ye Yu, who was standing high in the sky, had no wave. When he heard the iron man say so, he just smiled and said faintly, "Oh? Just a few words?"

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[asked by a brother, QQ group number of this book: 529794999]