Although he is majestic, full of energy and confidence, he is slightly inferior to the power of the golden general. He is just a venerable holy word poem, but he has also reached the power of the peak level of the Venerable.

"Why is this black-armored general so familiar?" Kong Yangzhou looked at him strangely in Guanwen Hall. "Brother Chen, this is not what he said, right..."

"Okay, I am worthy of being the champion, full of passion and spirit. I should be a role model for our soldiers!" A general said excitedly.

"But it's a pity that it's just a venerable holy word poem." Zhongyi Hou Lan Hai sighed slightly. However, a series of two poems related to soldiers were deeply moved by many generals who participated in the banquet, and immediately developed a lot of favor for the champion Hou.

"No matter what, the champion Hou has defeated the prince Shaobao in my heart." A general said.

"Yes, this is passion. What is a prosperous era? Where does the prosperous era come from without the soldiers who fight endlessly!"

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When Zhang Wengu saw Chen Zhui just published another sacred poem of holy words, he was relieved. He was afraid that Chen Zhui would come with another sacred poem of holy words, so he would be embarrassed this time.

Fan Hongyi was still arrogant in his bones, but when he looked at the second venerable holy words poem, there was still a hint of unrecognizable color in his eyes.

If this is not a help from a master, then this chasing will be a bit terrible.

Although he is still better than that, Fan Hongyi has to admit that this champion Hou is not a lucky minister.

Seeing that it was just a venerable holy word poem, Chen Zhui was not disappointed, and he had two poems left.

Wang Shixin's literary energy was exhausted and it was not appropriate to move anymore. Chen Zhui was planning to get the remaining two songs by himself, but he didn't expect Xu Qingzhi, who was beside him, suddenly said: "Champion Hou, I don't know if I can be lucky enough to share the worries for the champion Hou."

Chen Zhui was slightly stunned, but then smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Xu Qingzhi took a deep breath and straightened his clothes solemnly.

Then hold up the third poem.

The scroll of the holy page takes off, and the golden characters turn into two characters to emerge in the void - "Captaining the King"!

Use arrows as long as long as you can.

Shoot the man and shoot the horse first, and capture the thief first.

After reading the sound of the rules, the sound echoed the entire realm of true literature. However, after the golden characters appeared this time, no strange phenomena appeared, and the golden characters remained motionless in the air.

Everyone was puzzled because this poem obviously had the power of at least the peak of the Venerable, but it did not manifest any strange phenomena.

Did it fail?

"No, this is a poem about increasing the holy words!" Xu Qingzhi's pupils shrank and he said in a lost voice.

"What?" Wang Shixin's face changed and he looked at the sky incredibly.

Even Fan Hongyi turned his head at this moment and stared at the golden characters in the void.

Just as everyone appreciates the meaning of the amplification poem.

"Wow~" The poem of Capturing the King has a total of twenty words, all of which turned into a golden torrent, injected into the hands of the two generals in front of the holy esoteric beast.

The longbow palms emitted a faint white light, and the black-armored general changed first, from the peak momentum of the Venerable to the true god level!

"Oh my God, it's actually amplification of the Holy Words, and the two-handed Holy Words poems are perfectly matched, which has produced such a huge amplification effect!"

"What a captain! He has told the essence of the battle between the two armies!"

"The venerable amplification poem is not so terrifying, but these two poems are in line with each other... Hiss~ Did the champion Hou predict it early in the morning?"

Everyone was echoed by the sound of rules, deafening, as if they were savoring the intention of chasing. Fan Hongyi's face was slightly pale, because Zi Qingtian, who had been standing between the Golden Armor General and the Holy Literature Beast, seemed to be difficult to block the movements of the Golden Armor General and the Black Armor General.

With augmentation power, arrows appeared again in the hands of the general of the Golden Armor and were placed on the longbow.

Wu Ge projected out, and three arrows of bows and arrows were fired in succession!

Everyone looked at this scene incredibly surprised.

Zi Qingtian, who was originally transformed by the prosperous journey, squeezed to the side of the two generals, across the distance between Zi Qingtian thousands of miles away, three arrows and a Wu Ge, traveled through the entire Zi Qingtian and hit the holy beast directly!

"Bang!" There were three arrows and a Wu hook, but only a loud noise was heard.

All attacks hit the holy beast's eyebrows accurately.

The holy beast half-kneeled on the ground made a crisp sound, and the whole thing exploded, turning into a golden light and shattering, slowly disappearing between heaven and earth.

The holy beast was completely defeated!

At this time, the Holy Literature Beast did not even launch a third round of attacks.

Silence, the silence like death in the entire realm of true literature.

Fan Hongyi's face turned pale. He never expected that his Zi Qingtian would be penetrated, and his remaining power would blow away the holy beast.

"This is impossible!" Fan Hongyi felt his pride, as if it was broken with the penetration of Zi Qingtian...

Not only in the real literature world, but also the Guanwen Palace and the entire Yuehuatian who were paying attention to this feast were completely shocked.

They never thought that the holy beast with the defensive power of the true god was defeated so quickly. A guy he didn't take seriously at first defeated him in the direction he was best at!

Fan Hongyi only felt a little sweet in his throat, his qi and blood were surging, his face turned from white to red, and his palms in his sleeves were tightly pinched together, which forced his heart to churn.

"How is this possible!" Princess Qinghui screamed at the holy beast that exploded on the light curtain. "It must be fake, it must be fake!"

"He really defeated the Holy Literary Beast!" A wave of spirit burst out in Princess Anping's eyes, staring at Chen Zhui's figure. "What an amplification poem, it's perfect for uniting! This performance of Chen Zhui may not have overshadowed his popularity in recent decades!"

"This, the holy beast, the third round is too much, and it will disperse within an hour?" In Guanwen Hall, Ji Chen and Ji Dan were both stunned.

As princes, they have participated in this kind of competition, but have never seen it so quickly!
Chapter completed!