I, the strongest Great Wall Guard!

One foot stepped on the ring, and suddenly the world in front of him swirled, the scenery changed rapidly, the huge writing post glowed with a magic luster, and the words inside seemed to come to life, turning into a dragon and tiger roaring and roaring, making a shocking sound.

“Funny, not illusion, pure gesture pressure!”

Jiang Yu’s eyes flashed with a touch of essence, worthy of being a genius woman who integrated the artistic conception of gestures into the magic path, and the future achievements of Guan Wan’er on this chapter alone are definitely not low.

There were only a few people in the huge bluestone ring, and Jiang Yu’s appearance attracted the attention of many people.

“Huh? Didn’t this teenager take the pen and ink? ”

“The strength is good, and I can stand in front of Lord Jiang’s writing in one step, but I don’t know how long I can support it.”

“Seeing that he doesn’t look like a family in Chang’an, but more like a person from the side, I’m afraid it may not be feasible in Fushi this piece.”

“What a handsome son! He is actually a swordsman! ”

……

People talked about it, and being able to stand in this bluestone ring unharmed was enough to prove their excellence.

Several family princes who insisted on their own ease finally couldn’t resist the gust of impact, and retired from the ring with pale faces.

A few minutes passed, and Jiang Yu was still standing in place, savoring Shangguan Wan’er’s writing.

Instead, the other young people beside him had gone up and down several times.

“This guy?! What are you doing, isn’t it clear to hurry up? ”

“It’s strange, you see that he has been standing for almost five minutes, and he is still calm and relaxed, and he can block Lord Jiang’s gesture magic path!”

“It’s useless to stand for a long time, if you don’t have pen and ink in your belly, what can you write?!”

……

The other princes and gentlemen who were also in the ring couldn’t help but look at Jiang Yu and the two more, it was quite amazing to be able to stand for so long, but he didn’t carry his pen and ink, and he didn’t start writing for a long time.

“After falling red and spitting fang, the good name is called the Hundred Flower King??”

Seeing that someone had left a good verse in front of him, Jiang Yu smiled slightly and shook his head.

“What do you mean by that? This is a difficult masterpiece left by Pi Gongzi! ”

A man on the side suddenly glared angrily, obviously unable to see Jiang Yu’s contempt for others.

“It’s not interesting, I just think that there are too many scratches and too much rouge.”

Jiang Yu smiled faintly.

“Then you have the ability, you leave a sentence on the Jiang Daren post!” It will force and nag! ”

Jiang Yu’s words caused the public indignation of many scholars, these readers have nothing else, but their stinky temper is very big.

Ignoring these noisy flies, Jiang Yu stepped forward slowly.

The red sword in his hand was unsheathed in vain.

A brilliant crimson sword glow flashed away.

“Drunkenly pick a lamp to look at the sword, dream of blowing back the horn company camp!”

One after another sharp sword marks quickly flashed and disappeared on the post, and one after another amazing slaughtering desolate sword intent spread out.

The word seemed to sense something, the words inside seemed to come to life, the ripples of the magic path flickered non-stop, and the font of the dragon walking snake wanted to block the fall of these sword marks.

Airplanes~~~

The sword intent and pen intent competed with each other, and a piercing humming sound erupted in the void, and the power of the demon path violently stirred, and the entire bluestone ring trembled.

The other warriors in the ring simply could not withstand the collision of two powerful demonic artistic conceptions, and they all screamed and vomited blood and flew down.

In the huge ring, only Jiang Yu was left alone.

Shangguan Wan’er, who was sitting high on the flower tower, also got up, her beautiful eyes showed a rare solemn color, staring at her own writing below.

“Eight hundred miles under the sea, fifty strings of overturned sound. Battlefield autumn point soldiers. ”

The red sword swept by.

The sword radiance flickered, and the sword momentum that was several times more ferocious than before surged out, and the words trembled violently, and those ink words directly disintegrated, replaced by one after another sword marks.

“Lu of the horse is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt!”

……

Jiang Yu’s movements became faster and faster, only to see that the ten-meter-high writing was now engraved with sword marks by him from top to bottom!

The powerful and rich sword intent condensed together, directly dispersing Shangguan Wan’er’s previous written exam, like the Nine Heavens Galaxy pouring to the ground, Wangu Taishan suppressing down, unstoppable!

After Jiang Yu’s last stroke fell, the previous pen and ink were almost invisible on the entire post, replaced by those crisscrossing sword marks full of murderous aura.

Even if the people in the audience just witnessed it, it seemed to have fallen into a huge battlefield, seeing countless soldiers fighting with knives, wolf smoke, banner hunting, and some weak people sweated profusely after a few seconds, and sat on the ground with fear on their faces.

Shangguan Wan’er’s pretty face was also white, and her body shook slightly.

His own Wind Lettering Post has been broken!

And.

“Drunkenly pick a lamp to look at the sword, dream of blowing back the horn company camp!”

This is the first time she has seen such poems, it seems that they are not the Tang Dynasty’s grammatical poems, but they are catchy, full of a heroic breath, and their own wind and grass are faintly like a tiger roaring dragon.

“A broken song for you.”

Jiang Yu collected his sword and landed on the ground, his eyes flashing.

The huge writing post is now full of his scribbled font, and I have to sigh that the great poet Xin Jiu who lived in the Song Dynasty assisted in the attack, and these so-called peony poems that were pressed by a broken array could not raise their heads.

The remnant red sword slowly folded into its sheath.

The huge broken array drunkenly picked up the lamp to watch the sword script slowly dance with the wind, and a faint sword intent emerged from inside.

The expressions of the soldiers in the audience had become very exciting, and their eyes widened one by one, looking at Jiang Yu’s ‘performance’ in a stunned manner.

“Am I not mistaken? This…… This guy actually filled the whole post?! ”

“Monster, with such sword intent at this age, could it be that he is the rumored Sword Immortal Li Taibai?!”

“Drunkenly picking a lamp to look at the sword, dreaming of blowing back the horn company camp… What a poem! The old man has lived for more than 50 years in vain, and today he knows what a heavenly man is! The things I wrote before are simply inferior! ”

……

Countless exclamations, sighs, and chest beatings sounded.

As soon as their words fell, the huge writing sticker hanging on the peony flower tower suddenly came from a small click.

I only saw that it seemed that the writing containing the power of the Demon Dao could not contain such an amazing sword intent, and one after another shocking cracks spread out from the font of the sword marks, and then in countless shocked, sluggish, shocked eyes.

Shangguan Wan’er’s swift wind writing post exploded with a bang!

It turned into countless snow-white fragments and slowly scattered.

The power of the Demon Dao collapsed and overflowed, and the strong wind set off made these gentlemen and beauties exclaim one after another.

It’s hard to believe.

The sword marks of the silver hook and iron painting still maintained the appearance of a broken formation, condensed in the void, and shimmered faintly.