Chapter 1138

A pen, a piece of white paper?

At this time, not only the 100 contestants who broke out of the siege, but also the countless spectators below, all looked puzzled and puzzled.

What does this second round of "literary duel" mean?

The crowd looked at the man in official uniform who presided over the literary fight. He just smiled and didn't want to explain.

At this time, several of the hundred people suddenly started writing.

Ye Yu is one of them.

However, the most concerned at this time is a young man in noble royal clothes.

Before he stood on the stage, his hands did not move, but the brush was controlled by an invisible force and was dancing rapidly.

dragons and snakes follow one 's writing brush -- good penmanship!

Ang! Roar!

At the moment, as the brush swam away, a golden dragon and a huge tiger rose on the white paper in front of the man in royal clothes.

"Look, it's Shen qianshang, the third son of the town government!"

"These three CHILDES are the most mysterious descendants of the Duke of Zhenguo. It is said that they are the reincarnation of an ancient saint."

At this time, under the jade platform, people talked one after another.

On the jade platform.

Shen qianshang was high in the air.

Both the dragon and the tiger are towering, hovering high in the sky, roaring and chanting, with a terrorist momentum of dominating the world and being exclusive.

This scene shocked many people.

At this time, a trace of satisfaction on the referee's face also surprised many contestants.

This literary struggle, unexpectedly, is to fight with pen and ink and integrate their own will into white paper.

At this point, many contestants have written.

The momentum rose into the sky.

However, Shen qianshang, the third son of the town government, has a powerful momentum of commanding the four directions.

At this time, Ye Yu stood there, his brush never stopped.

However, there was no movement on the white paper in front of him.

You know, he was the first to write.

Due to Ye Yu's previous performance, many people have been paying attention to him.

At this time, Ye Yu's performance immediately surprised many people.

This mysterious golden mask boy, don't you know anything about literature?

Otherwise, he was one of the first people to write. Why has so long passed without any movement on the white paper.

"Sure enough, there are no omnipotent wizards in the world."

"Indeed, the golden mask boy's combat power is really strong and his means are mysterious, but I'm afraid he's going to be at the bottom of the 'literary fight'."

Below, there was a whisper of the spectators.

These sounds can't escape Ye Yu's ears.

However, his face was calm, without waves, and he still described it one by one, as if he were silent.

"Boom"

Not far away, in the white paper in front of a young man in a floating white robe, suddenly rushed out a brilliant sword inserted into the sky, stained with mottled blood, as if he had drunk the essence blood of thousands of creatures, revealing a terrible will to kill all the people in the world.

"Ang!"

Not far away, the Dragon Tiger battle, which was originally the best, suddenly sent out a fear roar.

The bloody sword inserted into the sky sends out an extremely terrible smell of tragic killing, and it is far away from the dragon and tiger.

"That's the peerless Tianjiao of the blood temple, the son of blood!"

"Unexpectedly, he was able to describe such an overbearing and powerful will to kill with a common pen!"

"Terrible!"

Everyone looked shocked.

The bloody sword went straight into the sky and stirred the clouds. It was very shocking and shocked everyone.

"Boom"

And at this time, an equally strong breath rushed out of the white paper on another stage.

"Roar!"

It was an archaic demon ape roaring up to the sky. Its body was nine thousand feet tall and stood up in the sky like a sky support, proudly standing between heaven and earth.

"The demon son of the demon palace!"

"The Tianjiao of the demon family has also studied the way of literature?"

"In ancient times, there was a demon family who could trace totems and inherit future generations. The demon son should have drawn the totems of his ancestors and integrated his immortal will to manifest this huge archaic demon ape!"

The crowd looked shocked again.

At this time, the archaic demon ape, with a burly body and blood red eyes, looked like burning flames, burning incomparably, staring at the world.

Dragon and tiger vision, big sword in the sky, archaic demon ape.

These three ancient and powerful visions exude a terrible will and take the lead.

"Boom" "boom" "boom"

At this time, other contestants also described well one after another. Groups of powerful breath and virtual shadow of will rushed out of white paper and roared proudly for nine days.

There are green ancient wood, Bronze Dragon tripod, red long sword, golden giant

However, although these visions are powerful, they are more than a little weaker than the visions of Shen qianshang, blood Saint son and demon Saint son.

At this time, the only thing left off the court is Ye Yu.

At the moment, countless people's eyes, including the referee in official clothes and a group of contestants, focused on Ye Yu.

These eyes are the eyes of a group of real immortals, containing extremely terrible power.

At this time, although it was unintentional, it was really imposed on Ye Yu.

Buzz!

Like a great mountain, it fell from high altitude and was suppressed on Ye Yu's back.

However, Ye Yu kept his eyes still and his arms steady, and continued to trace on white paper.

"What on earth is he describing?"

"Are you playing tricks?"

"The boy with the golden mask was the first to write at that time. Unexpectedly, he was the last to write."

"Maybe I can't write it down."

Some people are proud and ridiculed, thinking that Ye Yu is pretending.

However, there is no fixed time for this literary fight.

Therefore, everyone looked depressed and waited for Ye Yu.

Ye Yu was concentrating at the moment. He didn't seem to notice the abnormality of the people around him. He was still slow and described it on white paper.

On the sky, in a void.

Princess Tianyue looked at Ye Yu's pen and continued to describe it. She looked a little confused, but also with a sense of curiosity.

She could see clearly that Ye Yu was the first to write.

But what on earth has he been describing for so long?

Words, calligraphy and painting, or ancient animals?

"Princess, this person must be pretending." beside her, the servant girl's crystal mouth moved and suddenly snorted coldly.

"Not necessarily."

Princess Tianyue shook her head and said with a faint smile, "wait."

Next, everyone, including countless viewers at the bottom, including the contestants who had already described it well, including the leaders of the Qin Dynasty in the stands.

They all watched the golden masked boy in a green shirt.

One hour... Two hours... Three hours

One day... Two days... Three days!

Three days later, Ye Yu still painted on white paper.

If Princess Tianyue hadn't spit out a word "wait" the next day.

I'm afraid Ye Yu has long been ousted by the angry people.

"Patter!"

Suddenly, the brush fell.

Ye Yu took a deep breath.

He looked at the description on the white paper and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "it's finally finished..."

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