Chapter 707: King Huang Takes Action, the Fifth Book, the Fifth Ao Liu

Not only that, their talents and cultivation levels also increased again at this moment. Those students who had already reached the peak of Confucianism also directly broke through to the realm of literary giants at this moment. The talents and cultivation of all scholars in the realm of literary giants increased by more than 40%, and their strength doubled, which was enough. Be at ease on the battlefield.

"This...this armor actually enhanced my talent and cultivation so much??"

"What a terrifying war poem, what a terrifying poetic vision. Who is this??"

"A vision of this level can only be recited by a literati in the semi-saint realm, right?"

"Could it be that support from Tianguan is coming??"

For a time, many literati on the battlefield felt the changes in themselves, with shock on their faces, and they couldn't help but exclaimed.

At this moment, in mid-air, Zhao Qing, who was fighting with the Third Crazy Duo, naturally noticed the changes below. When he saw the armor condensed on the thousands of literati below, he couldn't help but reveal a look on his face. He was shocked, because this war poem actually enhanced his strength by half.

You must know that the gap between a semi-saint and a literary giant is the gap between a mortal and a saint. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a chasm, but this war poem can actually increase one's own combat power. Even if it is only half a point, it is enough to be amazing. .

At the same time, behind the Wild Alliance Army, the nine figures exuding a terrifying aura also opened their eyes at this moment.

"Junior brothers, with the blessing of my junior brother Ci's war poems, we will win this battle!"

Yan Wen felt the changes in himself, and his face showed excitement. He shouted loudly, and immediately activated his talents to kill those wild coalition forces.

At this moment, under the blessing of Ci Song's war poems, the strength of these literati has greatly increased, especially those literati who have reached the realm of literary giants. Their strength has reached the peak of literary giants at this moment.

Originally, in the Savage Alliance, the average strength of most of the barbarians and wilderness tribes was only about Hanlin and Confucian scholars. With the blessing of Tianguan's talents, the cultivation of the gatekeepers was already a step above that of the foreign races.

With the blessing of Ci Song and Yan Wen's poems, the situation on the entire battlefield was reversed in an instant. The originally powerful Savage Alliance Army was forced back by thousands of literati.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire battlefield was filled with the corpses of the two barbarian tribes. The green blood gathered into a stream, exuding a disgusting stench.

It was this change that alarmed the nine figures behind the Savage Alliance. Two men wearing gray robes and green robes were seen distorting the space. The next moment, they appeared in front of Ci Song and Yan Wen respectively. In front of you.

The two men raised their hands and waved, and the space around the wild coalition forces entangled with Ci Song and Yan Wen was distorted. The next moment, they were teleported to other literati.

"Tianyuan people, you have to understand one thing. We are following orders this time. As long as you hand over the Saint, we will withdraw our troops."

One of the men in green robes said coldly.

"Shi Yi's ambition is to say: 'Those who are not of my race must have different hearts.' We all know your hearts. Looking for the saint is just a pretense. In the final analysis, it is just to capture Tianguan. Today If I take a step back, I don’t want to be called a ‘white-faced scholar’.”

I saw Yan Wen holding a long spear and wearing golden armor made of golden talent. He was exuding terrifying fluctuations of talent. There was a faint flash of poetic vision on his body. He stared at the man in green robe in front of him, his mouth full of disdain. smile.

"Fifth Master, what nonsense are you talking to these two? This boy's appearance is indeed not bad. Today I will abolish his cultivation and bring him back to the Desolate Clan. I think the younger members of the clan will definitely like him."

The gray-robed man's eyes fell on Yan Wen, with a ferocious look on his face. He shouted loudly, and a terrifying barbarian aura suddenly erupted from his body. This aura had already reached the level of the King of Desolation.

"Fifth Ao Liu, do you really want to fight for the so-called Immortal Lord's decree from the Immortal Clan and sacrifice all the family wealth of my two wild tribes just to find a 'Saint Girl' that we have never even heard of?"

When the fifth scholar heard the words of the man in gray robe beside him, he frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

This time, the two wild tribes attacked Tianguan with the purpose of looking for the Saint. However, they didn’t know who the Saint was. They didn’t know why they were looking for the Saint. But it was just for this decree. , they will catch up with the Desolate tribe, who have finally recovered from the strange and natural disasters.

"The Immortal Lord's decree cannot be violated. Moreover, our Desolate clan has grown up in the desolate land for countless years. Now it is time to let these Tianyuan people know how powerful we are."

"As long as we can break through Tianguan, our barbaric army can march straight in and directly attack Tianguan. By then, the entire Tianyuan world will belong to our alien race."

"By then, we, the Desolate Clan, will be able to occupy the best territory in the Tianyuan Realm with our talent advantage!" The fifth Ao Liu said with a ferocious look on his face, snorting coldly.

"well."

After hearing Fifth Ao Liu's words, Fifth Master looked at him deeply, sighed deeply, and then looked at Yan Wen not far away, with the terrifying aura of the Huang King erupting from his body.

For a moment, on the entire battlefield, two terrifying auras of the Desolate King rose into the sky at this moment. The Savage Alliance felt these two auras, and all the faces of the Desolate tribe showed excitement.

"They are the fifth Lord Shu and the fifth Lord Aoliu."

"Both adults have reached the point of taking action. They will definitely be able to turn the tide of the battle and level this barrier."

"Kill, kill, kill, today I will follow the two adults to the Pingtian Pass."

For a moment, the morale of the Wilderness Coalition suddenly soared. The Barbarians roared and rushed towards the literati as if they were desperate. The Wilderness Clan hid in the cracks of space as assassins, secretly waiting for the opportunity to attack.

On this side, Ci Song and Yan Wen had already fought with the Fifth Zunshu and the Fifth Ao Liu, and Ci Song was facing the Fifth Ao Liu who had spoken wildly before.

I saw that the Fifth Ao Liu, like the Third Kuang Duo, smashed the space with one punch, turned the broken space fragments into a long sword, and pointed the sword directly at Ci Song.

"Your appearance is not bad, although not as good as that little kid, but it is also very good. There is a young generation in my clan, a girl, who also loves a pretty little kid like you. Today, let me meet you."

When Ci Song heard the words of the Fifth Ao Liu, his face did not change, and he did not say much. The talent in his body surged, and there was a strange phenomenon of poetry behind him. The terrifying talent fluctuations spread around him with him as the center.

Then he slowly switched the Hanguang sword from his left hand to his right hand, during which an ice-blue sword tassel was also tied to the Hanguang sword.

"Boy, the aura emitted by the sword in your hand is at most at the level of a general. You use this sword to fight me. Do you look down on me?"

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