Chapter 80

"What do you mean?"

The armored man looked at the master smile on the face of his young man in green clothes in the sky, and his heart suddenly tightened for some reason.

But then there was a dull flash in his eyes.

Scared by such a young boy?!

I am the second generation disciple of lingtianzong, a middle-level Lingwang!

And what about the boy in the sky? Breath is only the fifth level heavenly spirit Master?!

"Who the hell are you? Where do you learn from?"

The armored man looked at Ye Yu, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. However, he was also afraid.

He could see clearly that the mysterious young man in green shirt standing in the air was too young. Although the cultivation achievement fluctuated in the fifth level heavenly spirit Master, the power of this way of writing was that it could reach the strong cultivation achievement of the spirit king.

Moreover, the most important thing is that each sentence of these poems exudes a mysterious atmosphere and overwhelming power.

The young man in green shirt should have a powerful teacher, or come from a big family inherited from the sages of ancient literature and Taoism.

Every identity can't be provoked by a second generation disciple of lingtianzong.

However, in the building boat behind, there are countless double spirit Tianzong disciples staring at themselves, and they are also a medium-level spirit king, which is revered everywhere. At this time, if they shrink back

"You might as well stop. I think it's hard for the people behind you to confront our lingtianzong no matter how powerful they are!"

Although he knew that the young man in the green shirt opposite was only the cultivation of the heavenly spirit Master, the iron man with the medium-level spirit king didn't immediately attack, but threatened so slightly.

At this time, as the person with the highest status and highest accomplishments on the building ship, he represents the face of lingtianzong. This is the general trend. He can't shrink back, otherwise he will never raise his head!

At this point, the iron man's eyes coagulated and suddenly stretched out his hand to the sky. A white hand with a grinding plate directly crushed the bloody sword above the building ship. Then, the iron man flew directly over and looked at Ye Yu and said, "I repeat it! You'd better stop here! Not everyone can provoke the majesty of lingtianzong!"

At this time, the armored man seemed to be a different person. The spirit pressure of the only king suddenly gushed out of the burly body like a volcanic eruption. For a moment, the whole Yanshui river seemed to solidify and the river was no longer surging.

"How powerful and oppressive! At least have the cultivation of the sixth level spirit king!"

Wu Yiming sat on the boat below and felt the overwhelming breath. He couldn't help frowning slightly.

Even in the Dawu imperial dynasty, you can be granted the title of Prince General!

However, at this time, Ye Yu stepped in the air and felt that the space around him began to solidify. He once again had a new understanding of the strength of a spiritual king.

"Very good! The stronger the strength, the more abundant the nourishment!"

Ye Yu laughed and manipulated the huge golden brush. Under the dark sky, he sprayed his spiritual power again, shook the towering pen in his hand, and pointed it out in the void, drawing it out with every stroke, vigorous and powerful.

"Men should be cruel,

Things and benevolence do not stand together! "

After the first poem came out, the sky was suddenly thundered and thick dark clouds rolled, slowly condensing and gathering over the Yanshui River, just like heaven.

The first sentence, it triggered the vision of heaven and earth?!

Whether it is Wu Yiming on the boat, or the armored man on the building ship, or the many lingtianzong disciples behind him, they all look extremely frightened.

Man, be violent!

Things and benevolence don't stand together?!

Feeling the endless tyranny and bloodthirsty Weather Machine in the twelve fonts, everyone felt a little difficult to breathe!

It's almost like a murderous demon came here from ancient times, and the whole Yanshui river seems to become blood red.

What flows is not the surging river, but the bloody red liquid!

"A man should kill without mercy.

Eternal immortality lies in killing.

Once upon a time, there was a man of great honor.

A man who kills is lighter than a feather. "

Ye Yu's face was cold, and he shouted word by word.

As his voice fell, the huge golden brush in his hand also printed and engraved golden words in the void.

"There are heroes and tyrants, killing people in chaos,

Gallop all over the world and boast only about knives and guns. "

Another poem fell, and the golden words suddenly burst into a bright golden light. In the golden light, it was like a magic shadow carrying a knife among countless creatures, and the blood dyed half of the sky red.

"Can't this boy write any more?!"

At this time, on the building ship, the iron clad man, the middle-level spirit king, felt the towering evil spirit contained in the poetry and the terrorist power rising to the sky, as if he was pregnant with a demon fetus and was about to be born!

He knows that if ye Yu continues to write, he may fall in this place?!

A king fell in such a remote place?!

At this point, the armored man roared fiercely, and countless white gods appeared all over his body, and rushed directly to Ye Yu in the air.

Boom!!

At this time, a mysterious and terrible breath suddenly rose from the underground boat, which was a man in gold.

It's Wu Yiming!

"Don't you think it's better for my friend to finish this poem comparable to the sages? Otherwise, it's not enough to take your life to repay this great regret!"

Wu Yiming looked at the king of lingtianzong and smiled coldly.

"Who are you?"

Feeling the mysterious and terrible breath in the golden robed man's body, the iron man only felt that he was too unlucky today.

Just provoked a master of the way of literature. Now, another such young spirit king came!

"It doesn't matter who I am. As long as you know you dare to do it, the next moment, you will die without a place to be buried!"

Although Wu Yiming greeted Ye Yu with a smile and great humility, in front of outsiders, he was a noble prince of the ancient dynasty who looked down on everyone!

Both identity and strength are the leaders of the younger generation!

"You!"

Listening to the tone of the gold robed man opposite as if he were driving away mole ants, the armored man only felt stiff.

"The battle between heaven and earth was so fierce that it shocked the hell court.

Kill one person in three steps.

Thousands of miles of blood waves, corpses pillow Qianxun mountain.

Let's go to war and rest the enemy's corpses! "

At this time, the last loud cry suddenly sounded high above the sky, and Ye Yu trembled. The whole poem was immediately engraved on the sky, emitting a powerful atmosphere!

A poem composed of countless golden words was immediately written by Ye Yu in the sky. Each font radiated endless divine awn and killing intention!

This is a killing article!

It contains endless blood and evil spirit from the tragic battlefield!

Patter! Patter!

Like countless gold words made of pure gold, it seems that blood began to overflow and drip into the swallow water rolling river below.

"Attack!"

Two blood colored characters condensed in the air, and endless and vast spiritual power gushed out!

At this time, Ye Yu's cold eyes suddenly shot at the building ship not far away, and said coldly: "what is Lingtian sect?! regard ordinary people as ants?! it's a big mistake! Today, I behead you to do justice for heaven! To seek justice for all the people in the world!"

Ye Yu exudes a great spirit that can not be faced up to!

He, at this time, is like an emperor who judges all living beings!

"Gaga! This boy wants to kill and devour, but he still speaks so high sounding! However, the spirit king is too stupid and useless to stay in the world! He just used it as nourishment for Ye Yu and made a contribution!"

At this time, in the system space, Shang has been paying attention to the outside world. Seeing ye Yu's indifferent eyes looking down on all living beings, he can't help giggling.

Buzz!

At this time, with the sudden darkening of the sky, the glittering poems and blood suddenly condensed together.

Boom!!

Boom!!

A great figure suddenly appeared in the sky. The whole body of the figure radiated golden light. In his hand, a huge lightsaber was like a sword splitting the sky. In his eyes, there was a blood River surging, filled with endless evil Qi!

Boom!

A sword pointed to the building ship not far away. The figure suddenly rushed down from the high altitude, carrying unparalleled impact and shock!

Next to the building ship, the iron clad man who was on guard against Wu Yiming, the strong spirit king of lingtianzong, felt that the sky was like an irresistible giant figure pressed down by a mountain, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly!