Lin Nan frowned, stopped waiting, and waved his sword to cut down at the talented cloud in front of him!

If you wait any longer, once these cloud groups are really absorbed by these soldiers, it will take a lot of effort to kill them!

However, although he thought very well, how could this kind of reward brought by the first appearance of spiritual poetry be stopped by this ordinary sword?

His scimitar cuts up like a slash on extremely hard steel, and a gap instantly breaks out!

"Spiritual poetry is also spiritual poetry!"

Lin Nan looked at the talented cloud in front of him with a gloomy face, and was extremely puzzled.

Xu Guo obviously looks corrupt and incompetent and indulgent to enjoy himself. Why did he take the lead in developing such a strange thing as spiritual poetry in just a few years when spiritual energy appeared, and then it has developed to this point in these seventy years?

What is spiritual poetry?

Why is the spiritual energy in this world controlled by these simple sentences?

The reason why he joined the black disciple was because he saw Xu's envoy who had been on missions in their country when he was young. His noble attitude made him sow the seeds of hatred in his heart since he was a child!

He just wants to use a steel knife with his own hands to teach them a lesson that will never be forgotten!

However, at this time he really had such an opportunity. It was indeed going well, but why did he encounter such a thing again at the last moment?

He is unwilling to give up!

However, it is useless to be unwilling to accept this.

Seeing that the wounds in front of him were healing quickly, they stood up from the ground, holding the long sword and steel knife, calm and powerful hands, and even the spiritual energy level had been upgraded to at least one level!

At this time, Lin Nan and the others actually fought for a night, and their strength had dropped sharply. Although they were all level B, the combat power they could exert at most was at the level C.

It is really hard to say what chance of winning against these soldiers who have just been treated!

However, even if they wanted to retreat, it was too late, because the more than thirty soldiers in front of them had already rushed towards them!

At this time, behind the inner room door curtain, looking at Li Qingrong, the prefect of Zizhou who had already broken his hands and feet and was about to die!

I have to say that the old doctor in Wuzhou Medical Center is very good at traditional Chinese medicine, so he pulled him back from the gates of hell!

After a night of rest, he was able to open his eyes and make a judgment on the situation in front of him.

However, his hands and feet were indeed broken and shattered, and the only things he could move were his eyes and mouth.

When he was sure that he was in a crisis of life and death, he had to finally use his trump card, which was the A-level spiritual poem passed down from the Li family!

Kill all the enemy!

From the perspective of the idea, this spiritual poem can be seen as a rare war poem, and it is also a violent war poem!

Don’t play fancy and whistle, killing enemies as your only goal!

When he added the spiritual energy of this war poem to the soldiers who protected him for a night outside the door, these soldiers did bring him generous rewards!

"Retreat, leave the city!" Lin Nan quickly retreated and issued an order while responding to the soldiers' slash.

However, at this time they were entangled by the soldiers. These soldiers were frightened and scared all night. When they had the strength, how could they let go?

Of course they could guess that the chaos in Wuzhou City tonight was the cause of these black disciples!

Even if we don’t mention the so-called soldiers are responsible for defending their territory, it’s better to be just an ordinary civilian in Wuzhou City. At this time, we saw a strife in the city with our own eyes, and when we saw the initiator again, we appeared in front of us, and even wanted to kill ourselves, how could they give up revenge easily?

Lin Nan did not expect that he led these twenty people to assassinate two prefects in a row, disrupting the entire city without any problems, but he encountered such trouble in the last small clinic!

After he escaped from the clinic in a panic, sneaked into the chaotic street and finally left the city to wait for the reunion, he counted the people and found that seven people had been left in the city forever.

"Damn it! These people from Xu Guo..."

Someone stared at Wuzhou City with gritted teeth, his eyes fiercely.

Lin Nan didn't say anything, and kept savoring the twenty-word words in his heart.

The murderous aura shines in the sky, the enemy is like wild grass, and all things are broken by swords, and the moon is bright alone!

He knew that this was Lingshi. When he encountered an enemy, he had heard the other party chanting similar words.

Some have a little more words, while others have a little less words, but in general, this is the case. A few sentences have a certain rhythm with the same word count.

More importantly, this kind of text can resonate with the world, and use the spiritual energy between the world to achieve unpredictable effects!

Lingshi, why doesn’t it have it in your own country?

Is the generation of spiritual poetry also subject to restrictions on the world?

No!

The road shouldn't be so small!

Spiritual poems...

He looked at Wuzhou City, which was soaring into the sky, listened to the desperate cry in the city, and slowly spoke while thinking.

"The city burns like...dry firewood, burns... until the sky is white!"

He held it in for a long time and only wrote these two sentences, but just after he said the last word, a white ball of light suddenly formed in front of him, trembling slightly, and then suddenly threw it into his eyebrows!

The spiritual poem first appears!

This is actually the talent of heaven and earth that was first formed by spiritual poetry!

All the other black disciples stared at this scene in amazement, and their eyes were shocked and awe-inspiring!

This is the spiritual poem created by Chief Lin Nan himself. It is also likely that it is the first and only spiritual poem in the entire Izumo Empire!

Although judging from the talented light group, the level of this spiritual poem is not high, and it is mostly around the Wu level, the meaning behind the appearance of this spiritual poem is different!

This proves that if you are not from Xu, you can also write spiritual poems!

"Sir, you just... made a spiritual poem?"

Someone asked in disbelief.

Lin Nan himself was also a little shocked and felt the talent he had gained. Although it was not much, it was enough to supplement his consumption last night and now. He was also very surprised and nodded vigorously and said, "That's right! This spiritual poem will be ours in the future! I allow our own people in the Izumo Empire to use it for free!"

After his words fell, all the black disciples present felt a feeling in their hearts touched, and then someone subconsciously began to repeat the poem.

"The city burns like dry firewood, burning until the sky is white!"

At the exit of the poem, a white flame swayed in the world, and with the wish of reciting the poet, he went directly to the city of Wuzhou!

"It's really successful! Sir, you're really too strong!"

"Yes, our Izumo Empire finally has its own spiritual poem!"

"Transfer this good news back!"

"Sir, you have made great contributions! Compared with this spiritual poem, what is the task of killing the prefect?"

"Yes, sir, you should return to the country as soon as possible to write more spiritual poems for the empire!"
Chapter completed!