Peerless Daoist

The stroke of the pen fell, and the void trembled.

It was like a knight in the Middle Ages who came out of the endless darkness with a long sword in hand, arrogant to the sky.

One sentence was written, and the ink was suspended in mid-air, revealing the killing intent, soaring into the sky.

This is only a part of the whole poem, but the sword's meaning is high, the strokes are holy, and the sword's energy is awe-inspiring.

The poems are extraordinary, and the techniques are also unpublished.

After Yan Zhenqing finished writing, he made the whole poem come alive, and a terrifying coercion fell on Lu Yu instantly, and the bones around Lu Yu made a creaking sound.

"kill!"

Lu Yu felt the pressure, and the soul-suppressing whip in his hand swiped directly.

He wouldn't wait for Yan Zhenqing to really finish the poem.

"It's too late! Lu Yu, you must die today!"

The speed of Yan Zhenqing's writing suddenly changed, holding the brush, like a phantom in the void, and writing with a few strokes.

The font is magnificent, horizontal and vertical like a long sword, sharp and unparalleled.

After the incident, go away and hide your name!

Boom!

Between heaven and earth, there was a violent chilling breath.

A knight in the Middle Ages walked out of the poem and slashed fiercely with a sharp blade!

boom!

The soul-suppressing whip in Lu Yu's hand was severely destroyed, and the mana in it was also scattered.

The power of this poem is actually a hundred times stronger than that of the Duobao Pagoda Monument!

Lu Yu knows that the person who can write this poem is definitely the existence of a high-level Taoist. The combination of the Tao of poetry and the Tao of calligraphy exerts unprecedented power.

The realm between Lu Yu and Yan Zhenqing is too different!

If it was in the past, Lu Yu could still use the fairy weapon to deal with it.

But now, all immortal artifacts have been temporarily robbed of their spirituality by the prehistoric creatures, and it will take a long time to recover.

This is a mortal game. Under the high-level Daojun's target, it is difficult for anyone to survive.

Huh—the violent wind suddenly blew on Lu Yu's body.

"It's a pity for you, Lu Yu. If you defected to the Tang Dynasty, your achievements would not be worse than Li Mi." Yan Zhenqing saw that Lu Yu was dead, but there was no smugness in her eyes, but a trace of regret.

"grown ups!"

"Lord!"

The countless Qianlong soldiers who were watching outside roared furiously.

They saw that Lu Yu was in danger and was really about to die. At this time, everyone became anxious.

The vast coercion of the powerful Daojun came down, and many people couldn't even get close, and they vomited blood just after walking a few steps.

However, Lu Jingsheng and several other legion commanders reluctantly rushed forward under strong pressure.

"Retreat!" Yan Zhenqing spoke the truth.

The commanders who rushed up were struck by lightning, spitting blood and retreating.

It's not a one-level fight at all.

Lu Yu, the strongest among them, was suppressed, let alone them.

In the eyes of everyone, the medieval knights who were transformed into poems flew over with sharp blades.

"Yan Zhenqing, it's not that easy for you to kill me!"

Lu Yu wasn't ready to sit still, he roared angrily, and his whole body burst into qi and blood.

The thick qi and blood rose from his body and turned into a wolf smoke.

The Absolute Beginning Body, the Holy Emperor Body, and the Vajra Indestructible Body were all released.

At the juncture of life and death, Lu Yu finally burst out with all his strength.

The golden body of 10,000 zhang stood proudly in the sight of everyone, surrounded by dragon and tiger figures, fierce and powerful, trying to resist the poets.

However, at this moment, a figure stopped in front of Lu Yu.