Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

The fire Python flies and shoots, and the murderous spirit is like thunder. The hot and high temperature scorches the earth and melts large areas of ice and snow.

"Look, my nature is exposed, but... A barbarian little bastard dares to fight against me and belittle my power!"

Seeing the fire Python bumping into his eyes, disdain appeared on the face of the multicolored Rooster demon. In the long sound, a wide and large wing was thrown, and the water waves rolled up vigorously.

In an instant, it was as if heaven and earth were moving together, surging and surging.

As soon as the fire Python excited by the barbarian warrior was stained with water waves, it immediately went out, turned into black Qi and dissipated invisibly.

The multicolored Rooster demon gave a soft drink, jumped down from the top of the giant creature on which he stood, and his wings flew again in the air. It was as fast as thunder and brought a roaring vigorous wind.

The snow flew up behind it and rolled back ten feet, but it couldn't get close to the body within three feet.

Like a flickering light, like a flickering shadow, in the blink of an eye, the colorful Rooster demon suddenly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was behind the barbarian warrior, with an evil smile on its sharp mouth, one wing rolled into a fist shape and waved at the other side.

"If you dare to rob Ben Jun's baby, I won't punch you into thirteen!"

The barbarian warrior flew in response. His strong body was like a remnant leaf in the wind. Before his body fell, the colorful Rooster demon body twinkled again. He came to his side and waved the second fist.

"Two fists make you half paralyzed!"

"Three fists make you regardless of men and women!"

"Your parents don't recognize the four fists!"

"Five fists kill your children and grandchildren!"

"Six fists call you back to your ancestors!"

"The last backhand is another punch, which makes you spiral to heaven and die!"

The shouts fell down, and the barbarian warriors tossed around like a ball in the air, spitting blood and flying teeth.

With a bang, he finally fell to the ground, his chest twitched rapidly, his head deviated, and died.

Until this time, the figure of the colorful Rooster demon gradually solidified. It dusted off the dust, put on its clothes, and jumped back to the top of the huge creature, completely without the fierce appearance of the explosion just now.

"Ben Jun always likes elegance and hates the use of violence, but sometimes some unattractive guys want to let Ben Jun use violence. It's really unlucky."

With this sentence, the colorful cock demon stretched out his hand and pressed it. All kinds of pills floating in the air on the ground flew up, turned into seven colored feathers and fell back on it.

Hiss

There were bursts of cold breath. All the martial artists present frowned and felt a chill in their hearts.

In an instant, he beat an eight fold martial artist in the virtual world. He had no power to fight back and died. Even many people on the scene could not see how the rooster was successful. I'm afraid it's difficult for even the strong in the king's territory to be so crisp without using martial arts skills.

Without considering the endless monsters in front of us, this Rooster alone can't be easily dealt with.

Baru's face was livid, his fist clenched and slowly loosened, and fire almost burst out of his eyes.

He didn't expect such an end.

If a barbarian expert dies, he can only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Brahma, Gu Jian and the red haired woman all looked dignified, and the yuan power accumulated on them quietly dispersed. No one was willing to be an enemy of such an unknown existence.

Ye Feng's spine was cold for a while. Fortunately, he didn't turn against this wonderful flower before. Once he started, he was by no means an enemy.

"The demon king is really brilliant and powerful, but although you can rest assured, we don't want to touch the demon king's baby, please give us the title and let us pass the poem early..."

If you can't do well, you can only be soft.

The ancient Yu people boasted of excellent literary thinking. It should be difficult for them to write a poem. They stepped forward and asked with a warm smile on their face.

No one objected to his proposal. Whether it was the colorful rooster's insincerity out of bad taste, he really liked this set, but it obviously couldn't pass the test of the second level.

The multicolored Rooster demon nodded, casually pointed to the four fields of heaven and earth, and said, "there's no problem. You can choose at will. As long as you enjoy listening to me, I will naturally let you go."

With that, he sat on the head of a huge creature and hummed a little song leisurely.

"Well, brother ye, I don't know anything about poetry."

Zhong Li looks embarrassed. He is always fighting and killing. How many of the thirteen counties pay attention to ostentation and elegance?

Writing poetry in this martial land? That's death.

With this time, it's better to practice martial arts.

"The rooster is deliberately embarrassing us. There is no such test in the endless tower." Liu ion shouted angrily.

Ye Feng is not in a hurry. He can still remember a few Tang and Song poems, which is enough to deal with the problems given by the rooster. Anyway, this is Shenwu. It has nothing to do with the Tang and Song Dynasties, but no one will accuse himself of plagiarism.

However, the practice of the colorful rooster is somewhat unpredictable.

"Brother Liu's words are true, but they are also biased."

Zhong Li pondered for a moment, looked at Liu ion's puzzled eyes and explained: "the holy land, the divine land, and the synaesthesia of heaven and man. At that point, when all directions come to court, they can't become the Lord of one party. Without some superficial Kung Fu, they can't dominate others."

"Moreover, it is said that in ancient times, there were many learned scholars who had never practiced martial arts. However, one day, they discovered the secret of heaven, directly achieved the realm of saints and gods, and even broke the void. They stepped into the world step by step. The knowledge is not what we martial artists can say..."

"It's just a rumor. Is there really such a thing?"

Liu ion showed disbelief in his eyes.

"Of course!" Zhong Li said.

Ye Feng nodded slightly, and what Zhong Li said was somewhat reasonable.

The way of writing and martial arts is the same. On a certain level, the heart of martial arts and Taoism focuses more on Epiphany. Cultivating martial arts skills is just polishing the body. If you want to say the cultivation of mood, martial arts are far inferior to some great scholars with profound knowledge.

However, no matter yuan martial arts or divine martial arts, the whole world pattern respects martial arts, promotes martial arts, and everyone cultivates martial arts skills. The benefits of martial arts can be seen to the naked eye.

However, learning together pays most attention to accumulation, which requires a long process of accumulation. As a result, no one has devoted himself to studying knowledge for decades or hundreds of years. Especially after the generation of the University questioner who really understood the way of heaven in ancient times, ordinary people lost their interest in learning literature, resulting in the decline of Wu Shengwen, which can not be compared with tens of thousands of years ago.

But I didn't expect the colorful rooster in this place to have an ancient legacy

Looking at the leisurely colorful rooster, Ye Feng always felt that the test of poetry proposed by the other party was not so simple