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Boom!
And in other places, when the two great demon kings in the north and the south fought against the fifth son, the aura that erupted continuously bombarded the void, making the space rippling.
Above the sky, the wind and cloud changed color.
Above the ground, flying sand and rocks.
The fight between the strong players in the Daluojin Fairyland caused landslides and earth torn apart, and the sun and the moon were darkened.
"Handing over your treasure will make you die happily!"
"Dodge like this, let's see how long you can dodge!"
The two demon emperors in the north and the south, even during the fight, did not leave their minds on Bu Feifan. Now that they have torn their skins with Bu Feifan, they are not pretending at all. After realizing Bu Feifan's predicament, Gu Shi shouted .
What they said was just to give Bu Feifan a good time, because in their eyes, Bu Feifan must die!
Not only because they were afraid of Bu Feifan's future revenge, but also because they were worried that after Bu Feifan escaped, Buddhism would not be able to give them conditions, and they would also bear the reputation of being ungrateful because of this.
At that time, they are the least cost-effective people.
"How to do how to do¡¡"
But here, the figure is retreating rapidly, Bu Feifei's mind is spinning sharply, and his thoughts are constantly thinking. In his mind, he is searching for any poems about defense, feeling a little anxious.
Facing the siege of the three strong men in Daluojin Wonderland, anyone would do this.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Bu Feifan's mind.
"Yes!"
There was a cold light in his eyes, which flickered past, and Bu Feifan's retreating steps were slightly stagnant, but he still maintained this retreating posture, but his mind was divided, and his speed was slightly slowed down.
"Haha, Bu Feifan, you forcibly exploded with the strength of Da Luojin Wonderland, and your energy is in short supply!"
Ouyang Yuntian of the Heavenly Demon Sect keenly noticed that Bu Feifan's speed was slightly slow, and immediately laughed out loud, the hideous look on his face became more and more terrifying.
"Today is your death day!"
The eyes of Zhu Xi Bansheng of Tianzi Academy were full of hatred, and the opponent was extraordinary, even if the opponent did not have a heavy treasure, he still had the heart of killing.
"Are you only going to dodge like this? Let's see how you dodge!"
The human teacher Zhong Liquan waved his palm, and the fan waved gently in his palm, his eyes were cold, and he said in a cold voice.
However, they all never expected that Bu Fei's literary style would never be in short supply!
"Who says I can only dodge!"
His eyes flickered slightly, Bu Feifan's figure straightened up slightly, his lips parted slightly, and he slowly said, "Keep firmly on Qingshan and don't relax!"
Words fall!
In the blink of an eye, the cultural atmosphere above the entire sky became violent and chaotic.
The literary energy gathers, and then spreads out, stirring endlessly.
A picture after another slowly emerged in the void. It was a majestic green mountain, as if standing between the heaven and the earth, and it was extremely shocking.
"This is an entry poem?!"
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Yuntian's expression changed that day.
Obviously, he knows that only good poems can create such a scene, and at the same time, he also knows how much good poems can help Confucianism cultivators.
"It's okay, at such a critical moment, what kind of poems can Extraordinary make at this stage?"
Bansheng Zhu Xi of Tianzi Academy also stared at him slightly, then chuckled and said disdainfully.
As a Confucianism cultivator, Zhu Xi Bansheng is more aware than Ouyang Yuntian of the difficulty of making a good poem. At this time, there are scenery in the void, which does not mean that the whole poem is like this.
Besides, at times of crisis like this, Bansheng Zhu Xi didn't think that Bu Feifan could make any poems. Moreover, under such circumstances, they had to be defensive poems, which made it even more difficult.
"Yes, Zhu Xi is a semi-sage among Confucianism cultivators, and what he said is reasonable."
Hearing this, the man taught Zhong Liquan to be startled for a moment, then chuckled and said that he was worried at first, but at this moment, the tension in his heart quietly relaxed.
But at this moment, Bu Feifan chanted softly again: "The roots are originally in the broken rock!"
When this sentence appeared, the scenery in the void changed again, and the literary spirit was even more turbulent.
A bamboo tree stands between the sky and the earth, as if reaching straight to the heavens, and its roots are deeply embedded in the green hills, full of a sense of indestructibility.
This oneThe son is like a bamboo that reaches the sky, like a pillar of heaven!
"Why are there more?"
Bansheng Zhu Xi of Tianzi Academy, his eyes narrowed slightly, he did not expect the scenery in the void to change again, he couldn't help but admire Bu's extraordinary talent.
However, he still does not think that Bu Feifei can compose complete poems.
The difficulty of a complete poem is far different than that of a single sentence.
However, nothing is impossible in this world!
At this time, Bu Feifan's figure was still retreating, but the speed was even slower. Ouyang Yuntian of Tianmo Sect and Zhu Xi Bansheng of Tianzi Academy were only a few feet away from him!
A few feet is a very short distance for Da Luo Jinxian.
If Bu Feifan was also retreating, he would be bombarded by the opponent in an instant.
"Thousands of blows are still strong!"
However, on Bu Feifan's face, there was no panic at all, and there was still a calmness in his eyes, and he spoke again, quietly uttering this sentence.
Following this line of poetry falls!
Boom boom!
Above the sky, the cultural energy gathered, and suddenly dark clouds overwhelmed the top, and there were endless lightning within it, constantly flashing, like a silver snake, at a certain moment, a thunderbolt fell.
In an instant, the thunder fell on the bamboo like a sky pillar.
However, the bamboo is still standing straight without any damage!
Even the power of thunder can't bring the slightest damage to the bamboo!
At this moment, Zhu Xi Bansheng's complexion completely changed, and there were three consecutive visions of heaven and earth, which is enough to prove Bu Feifan's talent!
"There are already three sentences, and only the last one is missing!"
Ouyang Yuntian's pupils also shrunk that day, and he could display his true strength in four lines of poetry. But at this time, the vision of the world was still there, and the shock in his heart can be imagined.
"Boy, die!"
"Stop it!"
At this time, no one can guarantee whether Bu Feifan will recite another line of poetry. The three of them shouted at the same time, forcibly increased their speed, and rushed straight to Bu Feifan.
Whoosh whoosh!
The figures of Zhong Liquan, the human teacher, Ouyang Yuntian, the Tianmo teacher, and Zhu Xi, the semi-sage of the Tianzi Academy, approached Bu Feifan's position in an instant, only a short distance of ten feet away.
One zhang, even if Bu Feifan is retreating, he won't be able to hold on for long.
But Bu Feifan, there was still a little coldness in his eyes, and he was extremely calm.
He slowly spit out the last line of verse: "Let's wind from southeast to northwest!" (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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