My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 48
As the system panel appeared, an eye-catching crimson prompt bar appeared on it.

at the same time,

The mechanical sound of the system quietly sounded in Li Cheng's ears:

[Congratulations, this poem has been published for more than two years. It has achieved the additional achievement "Excellent Poetry" and been included in the premium channel]

[Collection of fine poems: 24 Bridges on a moonlit night, where can the beauty teach...]

"okay!"

Li Cheng took the initiative to interrupt the system in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a huge tea-red medal, accompanied by fireworks special effects.

When the cutscene of the medal disappears, there will be an additional "Reward to be claimed" in the "Use Reward" column on the panel.

without hesitation,
Li Cheng immediately clicked on it with his consciousness. After experiencing some aesthetic fatigue of the special effects, a dialog box popped up——

[Breaking Wind Slash]:
This skill cannot be used alone and needs to be combined with other sword moves to exert its effect.

Depending on the usage scenario, the damage of the sword move used will be increased by (25-30)%, and there is a (5)% chance of producing a critical hit.

[Note]:
Since the host has achieved the achievement of "Exquisite Poetry" for the first time, the crit rate is adjusted to 100% when using Blizzard Slash for the first time.

Read the dialog box information at a glance.

Li Cheng couldn't help but look a little strange in his eyes when he looked at Lao Feng again.

From the time the system panel suddenly popped up to the time he received the reward, it only took a few breaths.

After noticing the change in Li Cheng's eyes, Old Feng suddenly felt confused.

But he instinctively felt that this was not a good thing.

Then,

Lao Feng heard the ghost-faced boy in front of him ask quietly with deep meaning:

"Are you seriously a fanatical admirer of the banished immortal?"

Hearing this, Lao Feng was slightly taken aback, then replied without changing his expression:

"Of course!"

Hearing this answer, Li Cheng sighed unnoticeably.

The ardent admirers he refers to are, in layman's terms, crazy fans.

It doesn't matter whether the other person's answer is true or false.

He pursed his dry lips, and there was a hint of helplessness in his narrow eyes:

"Old Feng, I don't know how to drink this chicken soup, so either you will die or I will live.

Before that, I have two words for you. "

Hearing the first half of the other party's words, Lao Feng was a little stunned, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong with these words.

But after listening to the second half of the sentence, he said with a cold expression:
"Appreciate further details."

At this moment, Lao Feng has already figured it out.
Even if those three powerful Confucian men were the opponent's support, they would never dare to act rashly.

Because, the young man in front of him is equivalent to his 'hostage'.

As long as he controls the opponent, even if the land gods come, he can escape unscathed.

Therefore, the longer the time drags on, the more Qi the opponent consumes, and the more favorable the situation becomes for him.

Laughing at the other party's stupidity from the bottom of his heart, Lao Feng was also happy to continue flirting with him.

next moment,
He heard Li Cheng's slightly cold voice say:

"In the first sentence, the villain dies from talking too much..."

talking room,
The silver long sword, filled with cold air, burst through the air from under the eaves a few steps away in an instant, and crashed into Li Cheng's right hand, which was carried behind him.

The flying sword struck at an extremely fast speed, but it still did not escape Old Feng's sight.

Seeing this, the black pattern on the center of his brow shone with light, and there was a cruel mockery at the corner of his mouth.

So stupid!

In Lao Feng's eyes, the other party couldn't call it a sneak attack, but an honest and fair attack.

He was confident that he would avoid Li Cheng's attack just like he avoided Uncle Tai's wind blade last night.

The gap between the fourth-rank powerhouse and the fifth-rank master is so obvious.

And in the next moment,
Li Cheng held the Shuangbai sword hilt tightly, and stared at Lao Feng who was standing next to him, like a hunter staring at his prey.

Then, Li Cheng, under the grimace mask, faced the opponent expressionlessly and swung the sword he had practiced so hard in recent days.

Kill God!

The top sword that embodies Hou Wu'an's lifelong efforts!
At the same time, it also superimposes the 100% critical strike status of the Gust Wave Slash.

The sword energy suddenly rose, splitting the square table in half with an astonishing force.

The surrounding air was instantly distorted by the sword.

It's like being frozen and losing the power of flow.

Until this moment, Lao Feng's eyes finally flashed with panic, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The moment the opponent swung his sword, he felt that the three-foot-long sword had the power of a holy weapon.

Besides, the weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly at the moment.

But this round of sword light, as cold and chilling as the full moon, was so dazzling that people could ignore the light coming from the sky.

As one of the eight chief guards of the Palace Division, Lao Feng is naturally very strong.

But the sudden sword light in front of him made him feel helpless from the bottom of his heart.

Even if you don't want to admit it,
But the fact is that he can't dodge or resist this sword.

boom!
Old Feng, who encountered the God-Slaying Sword Qi, flew out of the small courtyard straight upside down like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the pine forest like a human shell.

Large amounts of dust were then raised, causing a flock of birds to flutter into the sky.

Li Cheng, who was still standing in the small courtyard, slowly put down the frost-white sword he was holding tightly in his right hand, but had no intention of pursuing the victory.

Looking at the mountains and forests in the distance where smoke and dust suddenly rose, he whispered as if talking to himself:

"The second sentence is, you can't live in a house if you lick a dog."

……

……

Uncle Tai, who was wandering in the pine forest, planned to flee away from the small courtyard immediately when he saw the light of the sword.

This was something he and Li Cheng had discussed.

But relying on his sense of different qi forces, he hesitated for a moment and looked at the small courtyard with an expression of disbelief.

After dozens of breaths,
When he saw Li Cheng rushing over with his sword in hand, the surprise in his eyes reached the extreme.

"Young man, the mighty sword energy just now, could it be..."

"Well," with a slight nod, Li Chengcheng took off the grimace mask and said in a calm voice:

"I slashed it with my sword, but I couldn't kill him immediately, but it was quick."

After hearing this, Uncle Tai felt as if he was listening to a fantasy.

In the realm of Tongxuan, who was the last human practitioner to cross the border and kill demons?

Is it the Master or the Sword Emperor?
Seeing the slightly dazed look in Uncle Tai's eyes, Li Cheng couldn't help coughing heavily:
“When I swung my sword just now, I used the power of the exquisite jade to confuse my sense of direction.

For the time being, the Confucian masters in the town should not be able to find where the sword energy comes from. "

"Oh," Uncle Tai, who had come back to his senses, quickly responded in a low voice:

"Don't worry, young hero, I will take care of the aftermath of this matter.

It's just that although Feng Kun was seriously injured, if he was left alone, there would inevitably be no legacy..."

Hearing this, Li Cheng suddenly chuckled, glanced down at the frost-white sword in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Uncle Tai, do you know why I asked for his name before?"

"I don't know, young man." Uncle Tai showed doubts, just playing the role of a fan.

"Because," thinking of the instructions that Marquis Wu An left for him in Jian Yunli, Li Cheng said with a solemn expression:

"Under the frost-white sword, you will not kill the nameless people."

Li Cheng raised his head and glanced at the scorching sunshine above, and then spoke softly and confidently:
"Feng Kun won't live long."

(End of this chapter)