I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 46 Shiyang City's Chaotic Night County Learns to Nostalgic!
"Give me death!"

Shi Bufeng's figure appeared at Song Mu's side, and at that moment, monstrous devilish energy was released from his body, rolling towards Song Mu,

The children who were watching all this almost cried out in horror at this moment, but they still gritted their teeth and grabbed their robes desperately.

And Song Mu dropped another line of poetry.

"I think back then, a gold-armed iron horse swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger."

Atmospheric beginning!

Just when the sound resounded in the sky again, the literary power that filled the sky slowly condensed and turned into countless armored war horses in front of Song Mu. In this phantom, there was even a huge tiger head. Slowly exposed, bared fangs, let out a terrifying roar.

The roar shook the sky, and the movement was deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the surging devilish energy suddenly dissipated.

And somewhere in the city, Butcher Wang was holding a sharp butcher's knife to kill a jackal.

Butcher Wang's butcher's shop was far away from the east wall, but after the wall collapsed, countless beasts rushed into the city. Even though Butcher Wang had protected his wife and children and hid in the back room, he was still found by these hungry monsters. superior.

"Come on, your Grandpa Wang will be blessed by Grandpa Zhong Kui, see if I don't chop you to death!" After killing the jackals, Butcher Wang roared angrily while standing in the courtyard, and several gray wolves came from the eaves on both sides.

The great sound of the Great Dao came from the sky, pieces of light feathers fell, and the monsters retreated with whimpers. Butcher Wang breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly a woman's scream came from inside the room.

"Lady! Son!"

Butcher Wang quickly turned around and rushed into the house, only to see a gray wolf rushing in at some point, and was not shocked by the light feather. At this moment, those red eyes looked at his wife and children .

"Beast, take your life!" Butcher Wang rushed in fiercely, and the butcher's knife waved down, but the gray wolf was much bigger than the jackal before, and there was a bit of wisdom in his eyes. With a flick of his tail, Wang Butcher fell to the ground and vomited blood as if he had been hit hard.

Butcher Wang's wife screamed even more, and was about to run away with her son in her arms, but the gray wolf let out a low growl and rushed straight up.

Butcher Wang let out an extremely unwilling roar, almost watching his wife and child die tragically.

But at this moment, another Hong Yin came from the sky, and when the Hong Yin fell, the son in his wife's arms cried out. At the same time, a burst of cultural energy fell from the sky, turned into a white tiger, and jumped into the room from the window. , bit the gray wolf's waist at that last moment.

The condensed white tiger killed the gray wolf in two or three strikes, and then disappeared, but Wang Tuhu's wife and children were safe and sound.

Butcher Wang hurriedly crawled up and hugged his wife and children tightly. Seeing his son sleeping soundly, tears fell from his red eyes.

"Like a tiger, like a tiger! This is the blessing of heaven, and the source of blessing bestowed upon us by Mr. Song!"

Just when Song Muzhen retreated from Shi Bufeng's tacit understanding, Li Mo'er also made his own actions at this moment.

The movements of her hands became very fast, and one after another of poems came out at this moment, and they all fell on Song Mu's side, and then formed a light and shadow barrier, tightly wrapping Song Mu and others.

Shi Bufeng's devilish energy was blown away, and his face was shocked at the moment, but he also realized how terrifying Song Mu's threat was, and his eyes became more stern.

"If you don't kill this son, there will be endless troubles!"

As he said that, Shi Bufeng suddenly grabbed towards the city, and countless blood lines appeared from his claws.

These blood lines went to all parts of the city, falling on the bodies of the dead and the members of the Demon Cult, and then there was a gurgle of blood rushing towards Shi Bufeng!
Li Mo'er looked frightened and angry, and made another movement with her hand, and sword lights gushed out.

And Shi Bufeng caught it all with his body.

"No matter what, I won't let you make a brilliant poem in front of me!"

Shi Bufeng shouted, and Jin Changwu and others also rushed over at this moment. Jin Changwu, who saw Shi Bufeng's scene, immediately soared into the air, and a small tourmaline appeared in his hand, and then he wrapped it with literary power and urged it to move. And anxiously shouted at Master Zhou who also rushed over.

"Master Zhou, act quickly! This guy is even going to offer sacrifices to blood demons!"

"Sacrifice to the blood demon?! You said he was going to put a death curse on Song Mu!"

"That's right, hurry up and let him do this!"

Jin Changwu said loudly, the writing brush in his hand was surging wildly, war poems one after another came out of thin air, and the tourmaline in front of him also emitted bursts of light like ripples, the next moment, there was a general who was tens of feet tall The phantom condensed behind him.Then he went towards Shi Bufeng.

This is Jinshi's hole card, with the help of contextual tourmaline, condense the phantom of the void in the poems, and assist in the battle!
Li Mo'er also noticed Shi Bufeng's movements, her little face was a little anxious at this moment, and the movements in her hands were a little faster.

At this moment, a pure white writing brush appeared in Li Mo'er's hand, and the little gourd appeared in the other hand, and then she took a sip.

A little blush climbed onto Li Mo'er's face, and at this moment, there was a little extra charm on her body out of thin air.

I saw Li Mo'er writing again, and a new poem appeared in the void.

"One day the roc rises with the same wind, soaring up to [-] li..."

"...Father Xuan can still be afraid of future generations, but her husband should not be young."

It turned out to be Li Bai's "Shang Li Yong"!
Li Bai's poem was written in an instant, and the surrounding sky suddenly changed. Countless literary spirits gathered towards Li Mo'er, and there was also a huge phantom gathering in front of Li Mo'er. A huge roc was showing its claws towards Li Mo'er. Shi Bufeng grabbed it.

Li Mo'er turned out to be an outstanding cultural warfare teacher!
The poems were released, and the world changed drastically. Before everyone could cry out in surprise, the two huge phantom attacks had already appeared on Shi Bufeng's body.

However, Shi Bufeng howled wildly in the light and shadow, the blood waves on his body rolled and condensed, as if he had substance, and there seemed to be a lot of coldness.

These things were entangled with the black air nearby, and poured into the amputated finger that Shi Bufeng bit off, and the severed finger slowly turned into a scarlet blood needle.

And Shi Bufeng's wild laughter became more intense at this moment.

"Die, die. Since the great cause is hard to accomplish, let's be buried with us today. Before you die, you can destroy another context. It's worth it, it's worth it! Hahahahaha!"

Shi Bufeng let out a maniacal and violent laugh, he no longer had any human appearance on his body, he was already a complete monster.

He exchanged for this attack with complete demonization.

At this moment, its scarlet eyes were filled with killing intent.

And that murderous intent, with that treacherous blood needle, went straight towards Song Mu who was still writing poems on the roof of the county school.

Seeing this, Li Mo'er, Jin Changwu and the others rushed over quickly at this moment, and tried their best one by one.

The berserk attack swept Shi Bufeng's body, and it took only a moment to tear Shi Bufeng apart, only one head fell slowly.

But Shi Bufeng still had a ferocious smile on his face, because he saw the blood needle, and it was already in front of Song Mu at this moment.

This guy will die with himself.

Shi Bufeng thought it was worth it.

Li Mo'er and the others also saw this situation, and immediately exclaimed.

"Song Mu, get out of the way!"

After Jin Changwu's words fell, Song Mu's writing brush had already been lifted, and the whole poem was completed at this moment!

Anshi is hasty, monsters are out of order, it is deplorable that the world is miserable.

For five years in Jiazi, I still remember my ancestors, and the beacon fire is solid all over the world.

Looking back, under Shiyang City, there is a piece of broken belly.

Who can ask, wisdom is not good enough, there is nothing to do? !

The poems fell, and the titles suddenly appeared!
"Shiyang City Luanye County Learning Nostalgia"!
As the title of the poem fell, this poem truly condensed literary energy. At this moment, the world was moved, and countless literary energy surged in, and the voice of heaven and earth sang endlessly!
Song Mu cherishes the past and hurts the present, a poem that uses allusions to describe the glory of the Song family's ancestors, but also expresses the crisis of Shiyang City today, as well as the helplessness of being weak and powerless.

But the glory of the ancestors is still there, and I am by no means a coward. As long as I have blood in my heart, who can say that I have no wisdom or talent now, but there is nothing I can do about it today? !

Even Yu Yin of the Song family can protect the people of the whole city!
There are already countless bright lights flashing across the sky, and even people far away from Shiyang County can see this vision.

And at this moment, the blood needle had broken through Li Mo'er's barrier and came in front of Song Mu.

Song Mu slowly raised his eyes, and the blood needle appeared in front of Song Mu's pupils.

But it can no longer move forward.

The strong cultural atmosphere from that day has enveloped Song Mu and everyone around him.The already substantial literary spirit made Song Mu indestructible.

But the literary spirit of this handed down poem has not stopped.

Jin Changwu and the others stopped their hands and looked up at the waves of cultural energy passing through the sky, shocked.

"Nine levels of talent, poetry handed down from generation to generation, the talent of heaven, I, Shiyang County... will there be a champion in the future?"

Countless people in the city looked up at the sky at this moment, Jin Changwu murmured, but suddenly felt his official seal shake.

Jin Changwu suddenly lowered his head, but saw that the official seal was emitting violent fluctuations at the moment.

Jin Changwu felt a little surprised, but suddenly looked into the distance.

But at this moment on the north city wall, countless soldiers and monsters stopped fighting and looked at His Excellency Dengwen in astonishment.

Your Excellency Dengwen, that great Confucian article suddenly shines with dazzling golden light.

What was brought by the golden light was an unprecedented coercion.

Outside the city, Ouyang Hong, who was fighting with the Qingjiang Demon King, also looked back suddenly, and the Qingjiang Demon King suddenly felt a sense of fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

That is the coercion of the great Confucianism, that is the breath of the strong.

"Great Confucian articles show their power?!"

Ouyang Hong said in surprise at this moment, he felt a little surprised when he slowly stretched out his hand when he saw the rays of light gathered in the sky.

"No, what kind of power is this, this...could it be, the power of great Confucianism?!"

As Ouyang Hong said this, he suddenly saw that the Confucian stele burst into dazzling light again at this moment, and the sound of poetry singing resounded in Dengwen Pavilion.

Great Confucian scholars show their prestige, and the world's poetry shakes.

Countless people have noticed this situation, and at this moment Song Mu also feels it in his heart. He only feels the constant vibration of the ancient book in his head, and his eyes are raised, looking towards the north city wall.

Your Excellency Dengwen, a bright figure suddenly appeared in the dazzling light of the Confucian article.

It was a light and shadow that covered the sky and the sun, and the hundreds of feet of light and shadow slowly condensed, and finally condensed into a refined figure who was half or half like Song Mu.

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　The prototype of this word comes from Xin Qiji's "Yongyule Jingkou Beiguting Nostalgia". This word shows the poet's strong desire to serve the motherland and his lament for not being reused. It is the ideological brilliance of patriotism. This word is the first word written by Xin Qiji. I hope that the content of the second half of my magic reform can be accepted by everyone.

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