Chapter 1518

Qi Ying was still wondering why the words of Liu Dunru's poems seemed familiar to him, and there were traces of those poems in the memory of his childhood.

In her childhood and adolescence, Qi Ying was forced to recite many poems by her mother.

The level of those poems is indeed very high, which is unique in Tianluo.

At that time, Qi Ying copied a few poems, which shocked the Yunxiao Kingdom and Tianluo mainland, and got the "deputy leader!"

"Lord robber!"

Many saints, directly tears.

In the aftermath of the explosion of the huge mountain and the huge sword, the body of the rogue saint, which was already incomplete, was torn into countless pieces like withered leaves in the wind.

“……”

Qi Ying looks at everything in front of her.

The great power of stealing saints must not be his own. As for where to get it, it is not known with the death of stealing saints. However, catalpa has a history of hundreds of thousands of years. Some people who once touched the level of great power left a little power, and later they were accidentally obtained by such strong people as stealing saints. In fact, the probability is not very small.

However.

After all, it's only the third level of the Lord, and it's fighting with life-threatening injuries.

The robber saved the eleven members of the holy alliance, and he himself, with the power of the main road, turned into dust between heaven and earth.

In the sky, Liu Dunru coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His face was even worse.

The power of poetry turned into the appearance of mountains was broken, and his poem was completely destroyed! It can no longer be used in the future.

This is one of the most powerful poems he can play in Ziji.

The loss is so great that even the world of ink and wash that Shilou lost can't be compared.

After all, the world of ink and wash has been damaged. This time, it's just broken. It can be refined again.

However, poetry is gone.

Never renewable!

even if Liu Dunru as like as two peas, he would become ordinary handwriting, without any power.

"Hum, even if I don't have this one, I can use another one to kill you all!"

Liu Dunru waved his pen with a sinister look.

An awe inspiring white scroll appears in the air. In a flash, after dozens of strokes, thousands of black characters appear on it, which are the characters of Ziji continent. This poem is a long-standing "white bone song" in Ziji continent, which is an epic about the tragic situation after the great war of the western regions.

When Liu Dunru used it, it turned into a poem with great power. It was very easy to kill the Lord. It was much worse than the poem passed down from the Lord's world before, but it was easy to kill the ordinary third-order Lord.

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