The literati present at first thought that Xiao Wuhen would be humiliating himself by going up, because the martial artist went up, which means that a country has no literati, and even the backbone of literati, which made the ancient Cang country even more shameful. Hen's words turned out to be lucky, so they were still in the fog
This sentence is like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of these literati hard.
It seems that everything is not the difference between literati and warriors at all, patriotism is the same, and patriotic backbone is the same.
They suddenly discovered that Xiao Wuhen's aura was so strong at this time, his fighting spirit was unyielding and unstoppable.
In contrast, the imperial prestige mentioned by the emperor in white may be a bit superfluous! They were originally provocateurs, no matter where they stood, they were all intruders, and their luck was not superior.
Anyone who offends me, ancient Cang, will be punished even if he is far away. The Wendou battle was so fierce, and it had reached such a point, how could it be possible to back down, and how could it be possible to surrender.
"I am the new Nantian city lord, and I shoulder the great expectations of the ancient Cang. First, Mr. Chen died for the country, and later the literati followed suit. I have nothing to repay, it's just a fight to the death!"
"Whether it's literary or martial, I will never compromise." Xiao Wuhen said leisurely as his waist became straighter little by little.
Originally, there was already an atmosphere of depression and despair, and everyone in Gu Cang was also shaken by the words of Bai Yidi Ming.
But at this time, as soon as Xiao Wuhen's words came out, a burst of vigorous vitality and fighting spirit unexpectedly soared into the sky, broke through the blockade, and spread.
"Good job! It's the same in civil and military combat, and everyone has patriotism." A member of the royal family present gave a low growl, and before King Fu's eyes flew over, there was another voice of response immediately.
"That's right, what we want is courage, and what we want is backbone. Only when the country is at home, even if it's death, what's the point?" Another family head echoed.
The praises from the audience continued to rise, washing away the prejudice against Xiao Wuhen at once. When the literati are not good enough, the martial artist is good, so what if he can't recite poems and lyrics, and it is glorious to lose, so naturally he can't break his own spine.
But those members of the Jing family felt a sense of shame inexplicably at this moment. They do it, right?
"I will win, do you believe it? No matter who you are, no matter where you come from, I will defeat you."
"The glory of the empire, I bah, the glory of ancient Cang." Xiao Wuhen had already walked to the side of Baiyi Diming at this time, and the two stood side by side, both of them seemed to exude a strong luck, and they couldn't stand each other.
Baiyi Diming finally felt a little pressure at this time, her floating feet finally fell to the ground, and she finally started to be serious.
"I hope you will have the courage to say it again later!" Bai Yi Di Ming looked at Xiao Wuhen, her deep eyes carried the taste of time and death.
Xiao Wuhen suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of dizziness, and then silkworm baby's voice flashed, and he naturally woke up. As a soul traveler, how can it be so easy to be hypnotized and lost.
"Insulting the empire, today, you will surely die!" The emperor in white waved his finger, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his tone became sharp.
"You really admit that you are from the empire. The ambition of the empire is really terrible." Xiao Wuhen nodded, it seems that what he said before was to confirm what? But so what if she's from the Empire?
You can't hear that it is the empire, and you just kneel down and beg for mercy, that is the dog of the Sanjia.
"Then let's see who dies!" Xiao Wuhen stood up straight again, the pressure of the emperor's order in white was no less than that of Emperor Wu, which had already surpassed the fighting spirit of a literati.
"Let's go up together" At this time, the ancient Cang literati, who were still not afraid of death, took a few steps forward and began to chant poems.
Ancient Cang's luck began to gradually increase, slowly covering this place!
"The sky is boundless, a hymn, a river" Baiyi Diming's mouth kept gurgling, in fact, she is not a talented literati, but a national teacher of the empire, containing the luck of all the kingdoms in the wasteland , her every word, every recitation can bring luck.
While she was reciting, a powerful aura of luck descended from the sky, as if a long river appeared in front of everyone, and the sound of eulogy sounded on the river. And this emperor in white is standing on the top of this long river and swaying with the wind.
"The sky is dark, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the grass looks down on the cattle and sheep." Naturally, Xiao Wuhen was not to be outdone, and the two forces of luck collided and disappeared.
However, the impact of two streams of luck is no less than the contest between the peak Wuwang powerhouses, and the remaining luck even affects the people behind, and the few scholars who rushed to the frontJust died, and everyone behind took a few steps back.
And Xiao Wuhen was the bearer of the center of gravity, and was knocked several meters away, almost fell off the platform. At this time, his whole body was covered with blood, and his whole body had become bloody and hideous.
"The luck just now is not the luck of Anning Nation, where did it come from"
"That's right, she's just an ode to the empire. She can actually mobilize luck. Who the hell is she? People from the Anning Kingdom can mobilize luck, and even Gu Cang's luck has been attracted "The colors of Queen Zimei and others have changed drastically. Even the strong Emperor Wu can't do this. Is it really going to change today?
"From the empire, who can mobilize luck, besides literati, who else is there?" All thinking stopped at this time.
If it was really other literati who came on stage just now, it wasn't that they were directly torn into dust by luck. But who is this person, a carol that drives such good luck?
"This is just the beginning. Just now I just mobilized the luck of the two countries"
"However, I have to admit that you have the courage to come up. Today has exceeded my expectations in many ways! From now on, I can finally treat you as a real opponent! Therefore, you will die without complaint today!" Bai Yidi Ming said slowly, with an astonishing momentum.
"I also have to say, you really talk a lot of nonsense!" Xiao Wuhen stabilized for a moment, his whole body trembling, but he still had a slight smile on his face.
What he said was really a slap in the face. The imperial teacher cherishes words like gold, because every word she says is a secret.
Xiao Wuhen is actually fine, the great luck just now did not overwhelm him, but Xiao Wuhen can also recite poems?
"Life is glorious, death is great. Do your best, and die." Xiao Wuhen uttered another sentence, and then Gu Cang's luck descended from the sky again, instantly repairing his body. Such a scene is simply unimaginable.
In an instant, the only remaining hope was circulating.
Under the sky, the entire Ancient Cang Kingdom was boiling.
"He is a hero, and they are all ancient heroes"
"For the sake of the country, you can live or die" Countless people couldn't help chanting, tears streaming down.
Xiao Wuhen's literary battle was a farce, and everyone felt pessimistic, thinking that it was a situation of ten deaths and no life.
They were all waiting for the moment when the news of Xiao Wuhen's death came, but who would have thought that he would withstand the first wave. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com