"Mingzhou! I'm really writing the battle poem about Mingzhou. Although I've just reached Mingzhou for a time, it's already a huge progress!"

When Hong Liyu saw Mingzhou's war poem "General" turned into a general of the chariot, he couldn't help but feel excited. Because this was the first Mingzhou poem she wrote, it was not a huge progress!

"Although I am far from being as good as Su Lin, I can write poems that can be passed down through the country while understanding my thoughts. However, writing this "General" from Mingzhou has made my own thoughts progress greatly and my thoughts have become more refined. Not only my literary level cultivation, but even my demon clan cultivation is about to break through!"

After writing Mingzhou's "General", Hong Liyu also gained a lot. Seeing the chariot general in the air easily crushing the other party's cavalry general, Hong Liyu also looked forward to how spectacular it would be if Su Lin wrote the war poem about the country.

At this moment, the Nine Cauldrons buzzed again, and a golden light shot out, and a chariot was also formed in the air.

"Brother Su, you're optimistic. My Mingzhou chariot is not comparable to that of Hong Liyu's ordinary chariot. This is a blood-armored chariot. It was only after I realized it from the various wild battlefields I had seen outside the pass within two years that I could write such a song "Borderlands" of Mingzhou."

Ji Yu put down the Wenbao brush in his hand and looked at his Mingzhou war poem "Border Frontier" with satisfaction.

"The flag on the ground is red and the flames are light, and the cold front iron armor sword needle is light.

The wind and rain are ruthlessly, and the heroes are marching from the army.

A song on the side ridiculed the wind and rain. After several battles, he was tied with military uniforms.

The morning comes to fight for life and death, and the evening drums and bells are about to die."

During the two years of experience outside the pass, Ji Yu had seen too many separations of life and death. Even if he had not been secretly protected by the Ji family's guards, he would have almost died several times. This idea, which was realized on the edge of life and death, empathizing with the suffering of the frontier soldiers, was all condensed in this Mingzhou war poem "Border".

In the battlefield in the wilderness, the flags were stained with blood, and the dazzling blood even covered the light of the flames. In the cold winter, the iron armor on his body was frozen to the point of no consciousness, but the sword he was wearing still burst out with a needle-like light.

In this ruthless place that only discusses life and death and victory and defeat, the soldiers only knew to obey orders from the day they joined the team, and launched a deadly charge towards the enemy one by one. In this way, I wonder if there will be tomorrow's hard days. I hum a random border song and skipped all the wind and rain. After singing this song, I quickly put my armor on my arms, because the next war is right in front of me.

In the morning, I listened to the sound of the horns and charged hard, and every second I struggled on the verge of life and death. When dusk fell, the war drums that stopped were beating. The comrades around me didn't know how many people were missing, so I could only be glad in my heart that I still rushed back from the sea of ​​blood...

It is this frontier battle poem that describes the frontier soldiers in a sad style, which turned into a blood-armored chariot. The general on the chariot was also wearing blood-colored armored armor. A blood-colored sword in his hand was full of murderous aura. I don’t know how many demons and barbarians had been killed.

The guards standing on both sides of the chariot had their eyes and their murderous aura was chilling. The one who pulled the chariot was a sweat-blooded BMW, and every drop of sweat dripped off was bloody. With a roar, the bloody sweat on the mane was raining.

"Mingzhou? Another masterpiece of Mingzhou? This location... is not Su Lin, it should be Ji Yu."

Hong Liyu looked up at the blood-armored chariot formed by Ji Yu's Mingzhou battle poem, and frowned slightly, because she could see at a glance that although Ji Yu's Mingzhou battle poem "Border" and her own "General" were both Mingzhou, they were better.

"What a strong murderous aura. This poem should have been written by the boy from the Ji family. The children of the semi-saint family who can experience outside the pass are not ordinary people!"

When Liang Rulin saw this blood-armored chariot, he was also shocked and nodded and praised, "But unfortunately, the Ji boy's background is not enough. Otherwise, this song "Border Frontier" would not only be Mingzhou, but also be enough to conquer the country! Mingzhou is the most basic poem that can comprehend the thoughts between life and death and the poems written by Mingzhou."

"Old Liang, this Ji Yu is not simple either! Just this song "Border" from Mingzhou, even many grand scholars may not be able to write it! Could it be that the children of the semi-saint family really become so powerful after they have experienced the wilderness?"

Yuan Tianzhang looked at the blood-armored chariot and sighed in surprise.

"Haha! Boy Yuan, do you think anyone can go to the wilderness training? If there is no protection from the Half Saint family, let alone Ji Yu, a child, even if you, a grand scholar, will never have any corpses in less than a month. In the depths of the wilderness, there are not only powerful monsters, but also various ferocious beasts and ancient divine beasts, and even the torrent of thoughts that make the Half Saint afraid of. I went to the depths of the western wilderness a few years ago to explore the traces of my Taoist ancestor riding a cow to the west, but in the end I was blocked by a torrent of thought... But I had already understood it deeply. This time I came back, I was preparing to go directly to the Great Confucianism and break through to the Half Saint in one breath..."

Liang Rulin smiled and pointed at the two chariots in the air and said, "The Hong Liyu's chariot may not last three rounds against Ji Yu's blood-armored chariot."

The blood-stained chariot, the evil aura and murderous aura, brought visual impact, made the onlookers scream. Some timid people were even scared by the realistic evil aura and murderous aura and retreated.

"Blood car! Blood car! Mingzhou's blood-armored chariot, just that momentum, makes people have no idea of ​​daring to resist!"

"We juren can't write Mingzhou poems, but the students who took the exam wrote Mingzhou's battle poems one after another. I'm really ashamed!"

"They are all geniuses! Of course we can't compare, we can only expect to be on par with them in terms of thought."

Among the students watching the court, even some juren couldn't help but feel ashamed. Looking at the blood-armored chariot, I was looking forward to a grand showdown between the two chariots.

"The war poem that is almost at the peak of Mingzhou is Ji Yu's masterpiece. The blood-armored chariot is like a blood-armored chariot. Without the thoughts between life and death, it is impossible to create such a chariot and a war future!"

Su Lin looked up at the blood-armored chariot. The murderous aura on the general made him vaguely think of the murderous aura of the Wu border army. This was truly writing out the evil aura and murderous aura of Zhan Shi!

"Su Yu's murderous aura and evil aura are not available in the song "General" of Li Yu." Su Lin sighed, "Ji Yu is worthy of being a child of the semi-saint family and a genius who has been trained in the wilderness outside the pass. Li Yu's chariot is probably not his opponent."

"No! This blood-armored chariot is full of murderous aura and evil spirits. I'm afraid my chariot is no match for it."

Hong Liyu was also shocked. The golden-armored general on the chariot in the air was also as if he was facing a great enemy. He drew out his sword and roared angrily: "Kill!"

With the sword pointed, the horses also rushed forward with all their might. The two guards' red tassel spears were ready at all times and rushed towards the blood-armored chariot.

"Those who block me will die!"

The general on the blood-armored chariot smiled slightly, pulled out his sword with a squeak, and the sweat-blooded BMW neighed, and also ran over with great strength.

clang! clang! clang!

In the first round, two generals collided head-on, and the sword in their hands buzzed, but no one could do anything to anyone. However, Hong Liyu's two spear guards were accidentally stabbed by the opponent's blood-armored guards and fell from the chariot with a piercing heart.

"Sure enough! The gap is still a bit big. If this continues, I am afraid that my general will be defeated if there are two more rounds!"

From the first round, Hong Liyu saw the defeat, but the poem had been written, and she could do nothing. She could only look at her own chariot and general, roared again, and rushed towards the blood-armored chariot.

"Okay! There is no need for three rounds. Just this round, hit me...! Completely defeat his chariot! Kill his general!"

With Ji Yu's order, the blood-red evil spirit on the body of the Blood Armored Warrior was shining brightly. The generals in the car waved their swords and roared. The two Blood Armored Guards actually stabbed two spears into the sweat-blooded BMW. The BMW whined in anger and rushed out like crazy.

Collide!

Almost everyone's eyes held their breath and stared at the battle.

boom!

The two chariots collided, and the blood-armored chariot's iron hooves stepped directly over. The blood-armored general jumped up from the chariot, and a dazzling blood-colored light flashed in the sword, which pierced directly into the chest of the opponent's general in the flash.

Hong Liyu's Mingzhou chariot was completely destroyed, and the general died. Finally, it turned into a golden light of the holy power name, occupying the first place in the light curtain, and obtained a score of "Article".

At the same time, a holy light burst out from the Nine Cauldrons, shining on the same decayed blood-armored chariot. All the damage was repaired instantly, and it still stood in the air, looking down at it. The general on the blood-armored chariot did not speak, but was already full of majesty, and no young poet dared to come forward to provoke it.

"Li Yu was indeed defeated! The blood-armored chariot is so powerful. My goal is to defeat him, but... what kind of frontier battle poem should I write? Although I have read so many poems that can help the country, I have never seen such a scene. How can I understand the artistic conception and spirit in it?"

Seeing that Hong Liyu's chariot was defeated and Ji Yu's blood-armored chariot dominated the entire audience, Su Lin felt a little anxious. How should he understand the atmosphere and spirit of the battlefield? This has become a huge problem facing Su Lin now!

PS: The first update! This book is Feng Shaoyu's "The Peerless Mad Young Master". Yes, it is Feng Shaoyu who always shouts "I am Qidian Feng Shaoyu, I don't accept you and come and beat me."
Chapter completed!