I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 45 Another handed down poem!

The misty Hongyin suddenly sounded in the ears of everyone in Shiyang County, and after the first sentence came out slowly, there was already a bit of wind and clouds in the sky.

Hearing that Shi Bufeng's expression changed suddenly, and Jin Changwu and others were also shocked, and they all looked towards the sky. Li Mo also stopped in a daze, with a little surprise on his little face. At that moment, she felt There was a kind of shock from the blood.

This is a shock unique to Shizong.

When there are works handed down from generation to generation, which are comparable to Li Du's poems, the literary power of the disciples of the Poetry School will surge unconsciously, which is a cheer for the extraordinary literary talent.

As the saying goes, a hero loves a sword, and a talented man loves a chapter.

This is a kind of resonance to the handed down poems!
Who made the shocking poems at this time? !

"This is a handed down poem?!"

Jin Changwu raised his head and looked around, his expression was shock mixed with great joy.

Because of that poem, I have never heard of it.

"On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the rain."

Another loud sound came, and Jin Changwu felt the sudden appearance of white awns in the sky at this moment, tearing the clouds and mist, and a strong wind suddenly rose!
And the white awns that seemed to come from the nine heavens floated across the sky of Shiyang County, and the white awns gathered in the city.

That is the cultural energy left between the heaven and the earth. At this moment, it gathers into white light and falls in the city.

Jin Changwu focused his eyes on the place where the Wenqi Baimang fell, and his pupils suddenly widened at this moment.

"That's... the county school? Song Mu?!"

Jin Changwu stared at the location of the county school with wide eyes, and immediately saw several people standing on the roof of the county school at the moment, and several children standing on the roof where the wind was raging, struggling to pull up a robe together.

On the other side of the robe, Song Mu with sword-browed and star-eyed eyes was focused. The strong wind swept through his body, blowing his clothes and hair, but his posture remained motionless, and the hand holding the brush was dancing fast.

The talents are constantly gushing out, this is an incomparable poem that shocks the past and the present!
This seems to be a battle poem!
Jin Changwu University was shocked, but at this moment, his heart was even more ecstatic. With such a poem handed down from generation to generation, Shiyang County is no longer in serious trouble today!
"Grass trees in the setting sun, ordinary alleys, where slaves of human nature once lived."

Another line of poetry is heard in the world, and the world has changed suddenly!
Those Wenqi Baimang gathered from endless distances are slowly turning into pieces of light feathers in Shiyang County at this moment. These light feathers surround Shiyang County School and fill the entire sky of Shiyang County.

Then it emits all kinds of light in an instant, and floats down!
These light feathers fell on the crazy people, and these people suddenly stopped, and then fell down in panic.

Guang Yu actually calmed people down just like that!

The light passed through the monster beasts that burst into the city from the gap and killed wantonly. At this moment, each one of them burst suddenly like inflated balloons.

"This... this is culture qi turning feathers, how is this possible?!"

The transformation of literary energy into feathers is a vision that only the ultimate poetry can have.

Master Zhou sighed in shock at this moment, the light feathers falling from the sky are like a great Confucian waving his hand here to drop his power.

"This kind of poetry is superior to other heroes, the context of the Song family, Song Mu..."

Master Zhou murmured, and what he saw at this moment was Dengwen Pavilion on the city wall emitting stronger light.

The light soared into the sky, complementing Song Mu, it seemed to be a bit more powerful.

"Damn guy! Destroy my plans!"

And at this moment, there was a thunder-like roar from the sky, it was Shi Bufeng who became angry from embarrassment.

He also saw Song Mu standing on the roof of the county school and composing poems, and he felt this monstrous talent. He also saw that there were countless monsters, and the devil was suddenly suppressed.

Originally, the big plan had been accomplished, and my wings were about to be full, but Li Mo'er who appeared halfway through made my advantage go away, and now there are still people who write poems handed down from generation to generation, destroying all my plans.

This is to let your previous efforts go to waste!

Shi Bufeng, who had lost all his arms, was already furious in the face of such a situation.

When he saw clearly that it was Song Mu from the Song family, Shi Bufeng felt regretful in his angry heart. Why didn't he work harder that day, just like what his subordinates did in Qingzhou, Zhongzhou, and wiped out this Wenzhou? The family of veins has taken away their heritage!

But how could Shi Bufeng have imagined that a little boy could make the things he had planned for a long time go to waste.

As soon as the words fell, Shi Bufeng's figure had disappeared suddenly in the air, and then waves of air rolled up in the air, heading towards Song Mu's direction.

"Not good!" Jin Changwu also saw this situation, and immediately issued a warning. He was also in the shape of Donghuang, and immediately headed in the direction of the county school.

And the next moment, a slender air wave passed through the sky again, and a figure collided fiercely with Shi Bufeng who was moving at high speed.

That's Li Mo'er!
At this moment, circles of golden poems appeared on her body. These poems were constantly being arranged and combined, and the attacks were directed towards Shi Bufeng.

"The text comes out with the law! You are definitely not an ordinary disciple of the Li Shizong!"

Shi Bufeng is also resisting crazily at this moment, his face is ferocious at this moment, but there is a bit of fear.

He felt the terrifying strength of the little girl in front of him.

Anyone who uses Li Du's poems will lose a lot of literary power every time they use them. Even the descendants of the Li family's poetry family will never dare to use the powerful poems of their ancestors indiscriminately!
But the slender Li Mo'er in front of him was able to light up countless Li Bai's poems so recklessly, and was able to use them so proficiently.

This kind of person is definitely an important figure in Li's Poetry School, but why does such a person appear in Shiyang County?
At this moment, Shi Bufeng only felt a deep sense of powerlessness seeping out of his heart. He had clearly planned everything, so why were there so many uncontrollable changes.

Li Mo'er, who heard Shi Bufeng's questioning, only had a cold face at the moment, her eyes became more sharp, and the poetry on her body flickered.

"That's right, I am a descendant of the Li Shizong, but it just so happens that I have awakened [-]% of the blood power of Li Bai's ancestors."

"Ninety percent?!"

Shi Bufeng only felt as if his heart had been hit hard, and he was already desperate at the moment.

No wonder, no wonder!
Shi Bufeng's face changed again and again, but after only a moment, Shi Bufeng's eyes became more severe, and then he bit his finger directly, and a part of his finger was bitten off!

"So what about Li Shizong, if I can't kill you, I will destroy him!"

"Heavenly Demon enters the body!"

Shi Bufeng said so suddenly, and then saw him wave his bitten and bleeding palm towards the surroundings, and countless blood drops quickly swayed away, and his figure has become erratic.

Li Mo'er also seemed to be facing a big enemy, but she immediately turned her head, and the golden poems on her body were spinning rapidly.

Li Mo'er reversed the direction directly, no longer chasing Shi Bufeng, but headed towards the county school where Song Mu was on the other side.

At this moment, on the roof of the county school, the wind was blowing up, and the clothes were fluttering, making it almost impossible to stand still.

But among the few figures swaying at this moment, a person is standing upright.

He has a handsome face and a tall figure. He holds a jade pen in his hand and is struggling to write on a piece of clothing.

At that moment just now, Song Mu was full of anger about the crisis in Shiyang County and unwilling to write because of his own weakness, but at this moment, Song Mu noticed that there was a change in the sky. There is a huge cultural energy poured into the body.

That crazy provocative style made me feel extremely comfortable, and the pen in my hand danced more and more smoothly.

Song Mu felt comfortable and full of pride at the moment, but Shao Le and the others who helped carry the robes were already flushed and gritted their teeth.

"This...this clothes, why are they getting heavier and heavier."

"How much does this weigh? I... can't hold on any longer."

"We must persevere. This is a poem handed down from generation to generation. If we can't write it down, we will become sinners through the ages!"

"Then go and call someone again, I feel like my hands are shaking."

A few students grinned and said, and then shouted at the county college, and the other students in the courtyard had already noticed the changes in Shiyang County, and at the moment they heard the call for help, they also stood up one after another.

"We're all here to help!"

At this moment, many children climbed onto the roof one after another, and consciously stood in a circle in front of Song Mu. Everyone grabbed a corner of their clothes and held them tightly.

Song Mu was still immersed in the spirit of poetry, but a figure had already passed by in the sky.

Li Mo'er glanced at Song Mu who was close at hand, but immediately turned around in the air, and then waved his hand, countless golden poems swayed out.

Almost instantly, there was an explosion beside Song Mu.

A blood-red figure appeared.

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