Chapter 97 Han Zhou fights with all his strength!

At this time, the four golden elixirs hidden in the crowd were all sending out short-distance warning messages.

"Discovered the extremely powerful person in the foundation building stage, suspected to be the top genius of Shengxuan Empire, with S-level military merit!"

Han Zhou continued to write:

[Raise a glass to the bright moon, and look at each other as three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me.

For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring.

My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are in confusion.

They make love when they are awake, but they disperse when they are drunk.

We will travel together forever, and we will meet again in Miao Yunhan.】

Stopping writing, Han Zhou looked at the people in front of him.

He looked down at the poem.

“Isn’t that what this poem should do?”

As he spoke, he wrote the title of the poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon".

"boom!"

On the battlefield, ink energy surged wildly, and lotus flowers bloomed in the void!

Green lotuses are everywhere, and two lotus flowers appear from scratch, growing from small to huge.

On the earth, culture is permeated, like a lake with brilliant ripples, and the lake water rolls up to the sky!

In solitude, the ancient god sighed.

The poems and prose are burning, every word is golden, shining for all generations.

Liuzhong Wenshan, resplendent and magnificent, lights up the night sky.

The stars are dim, the moon is like a bright mirror, and the earth is brilliant!

Each green lotus blooms, shining brightly!

The leaves of the two green lotuses in the middle fell one by one, leaving two lotus pods.

On top of the lotus pods, two figures sat cross-legged.

One black, one white.

Black is Han Zhou.

Bai is Han Zhou.

The precious light of the verses, like the moonlight, blends into a stream of moonlight, and fills the air with the sound of singing!

Every word emits golden light.

Every word is as important as a thousand pieces.

Sacred, majestic, solemn, and heavy.

The six-level literary mountain shines, its literary energy exceeds a hundred miles, covers the entire sky, and forms a world of its own on this battlefield!

Chu Hongwen Mountain, this is the first time it has appeared in the world.

Originally written by Wenshan, this is the original handwriting.

Kill Wenshan, this poem is about killing!

There are two Wenshan mountains in a row, one is Wenyungai County, and the other is Wenhua Jingzhou!

The six layers of Wenshan Mountain are like gold cast, almost suppressing the surrounding ten miles of heaven and earth, and madly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Sanqing Wenshan, this poem!

One Qi! Transform the Three Purities!

Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows!

Han Zhou's shadow opened his eyes on the lotus pod.

Two shadows, one black and one white, one civil and one military.

Han Zhou, dressed in white, is writing with a pen.

Han Zhou, dressed in black, holds his head high and the dragon sings.

The color of heaven and earth suddenly changed!

The blue dragon roars.

Literature covers the sky!

The four golden elixir stage monks hiding in the crowd were stunned.

"Sixth Level Wenshan? Nascent Soul Level, Tao War Poetry?"

"Is this an incarnation?"

"Or the three pure immortal arts that can be transformed into one breath?"

Han Zhou, dressed in white, writes poetry.

The poem turned into ink, but it did not summon Li Guang, but summoned the bow and arrow, and Han Zhou in white personally drew the bow.

The bow is like the moon, the string is like a sharp edge, and the arrow is like a mountain.

The arrows flashed into the sky, and the demon roared.

The arrow came out and disappeared from everyone's eyes in an instant.

Only the roar of the earth was heard.

A terrifying arrow mark that was ninety feet wide and over ninety feet long fell on the ground.

Anyone standing here will be dead without a whole body, and will be destroyed by ashes.

The real Han Zhou stood behind: "Tsk, tsk, this guy is so cruel."

Ye Henzhi: "???"

Isn't this yourself?

Han Zhou in white is so powerful, can Han Zhou in black be able to dominate?

Powerful dragon energy was emitted, and Han Zhou in black raised his head and roared: "Roar!"

The armored and iron horses seemed to follow the roar of the dragon.

At the scene, the Tianxuan Alliance soldiers holding sword handles had their swords and weapons shattered and their livers and gallbladders cracked.

When it comes to group killing, warriors are more powerful.

Han Zhou in black turned into a blue dragon, entered the crowd of fallen people, and locked onto a golden elixir stage monk: "Yue Wandering."

Han Zhou in white also locked onto a golden elixir: "Shadow Lingchaan."

Ye Henzhi pulled Han Zhou's clothes: "Someone is coming."

“It came quickly!”

Han Zhou shook his head: "There's no rush."

Han Zhou wanted to see if these four golden elixirs had any hidden methods.

These four people are smarter, faster, and stronger than the three just now.

It wasn't until he saw that two of the Golden Core Stage monks were destroyed by external incarnations and the other two were on the verge of death that Han Zhou shook his head.

"No big gain."

After killing the four golden elixirs, the two external incarnations picked up their space rings.

Han Zhou took the space ring and put it away: "There are three more."

Han Zhou in white did not move, while Han Zhou in black walked over and picked up the space rings of the first three people.

After taking the ring, Han Zhou left with Ye Henzhi.

The two of them had just left not long ago.

A large number of Tianxuan Alliance Golden Core Stage cultivators arrived at the scene.

"All dead."

"S-level genius? It's interesting."

"Their space ring is gone."

"Is there a tracker? Track it."

Soon, they found the abandoned tracker.
To be continued...