Summons the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 22 Eternal prestige, no longer exists

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Suddenly, the human form condensed by that majestic awe-inspiring righteousness burst out with incomparable light!
As straight as the nine heavens and the sun!

Under the shining light, all the people in the square of Shengxian closed their eyes subconsciously.

And when people opened their eyes again, there was already a figure with fluttering clothes in the center of the square.

This person, dressed in a black robe, has long black hair flying in the wind.

He holds a green long sword in his hand, with an expression of indescribable aloofness, and in his eyes, there is even a soaring sword intent that looks down on the common people!
His whole body seemed to be surrounded by endless sword energy.

The sword energy is raging, full of infinite domineering!
The awe-inspiring righteousness that was billowing earlier was pouring into the swordsman's body at an incredible speed.

"very scary……"

As the righteousness continued to flow into the swordsman's body, the swordsman's aura became stronger and stronger, and many people felt the trembling from their souls.

As for those great Confucians, all of them had throats rolling, slobbering wildly, and indescribable envy in their eyes:

"Master Chen Xuan, he, he, he, he, he, has he really completed the legendary 'Poetry Condensation'? I'm afraid that even Yi Xiangguo can only hold a candle to him? Is his literary talent so terrifying?"

Only Chen Xuan was looking at the "swordsman" not far away with his hands behind his back.

"Poetry becomes condensed weather? This person in front of me is the weather transformed by my poems?"

Squinting his eyes, Chen Xuan secretly analyzed: "That is to say, I wrote a poem out of thin air to write a person?"

All of this was beyond Chen Xuan's expectation.

He originally thought that the way of poetry could "shatter the wind and rain when the pen falls, and weep the ghosts and gods when the poem becomes", and arouse changes in the celestial phenomena, which is already very remarkable!
Never imagined that Shi Dao could condense a so-called atmosphere!

"What is poetry Chengning weather?"

Chen Xuan couldn't help but asked the white-browed old man at the beginning.

"You, don't you know?"

The white-browed old man only felt a little dazed, with indescribable confusion in his eyes.

He couldn't understand, Chen Xuan's literary skills were so strong, overwhelming all the Confucian scholars in Qingyang Academy, how could he not know what "Poetry Condensation" is!
"It's my first time writing a poem, so I don't know it." Chen Xuan said lightly.

"what!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the white-browed old man instantly widened to roundness.

Those great Confucianists and sages also collectively collapsed, and they had an urge to vomit blood.

Writing poetry for the first time?
Then, it is easy to achieve the poetic atmosphere we dream of?
"What exactly is poetry Chengning?"

Chen Xuan was too lazy to say much, and asked the white-browed old man again.

After trying to calm down, the white-browed old man finally began to speak:
"Atmosphere is the combination of our Wenxiu's poetic flavor and awe-inspiring righteousness."

"The stronger the poetic flavor, the more awe-inspiring righteousness will be aroused, and the higher the realm of the poet, the more terrifying the strength of the atmosphere will be!"

"Weather, with self-awareness, will definitely obey the person who writes poetry."

"However, weather cannot last forever!"

"Usually, it can only last for half an hour!"

After Bai Mei finished speaking, Chen Xuan finally had the most basic understanding of "Poetry Condensation".

At this moment, all the awe-inspiring righteousness on the sage square has merged into the body of the swordsman!
boom! ! ! ! ! !

The incomparable light once again erupted around the swordsman!
It seems that if you want to break through the nine days, you will be enlightened forever!

The billowing sword energy was even more violent than before.

Faintly, it turned into a storm of sword energy and rushed straight to the sky, which was extremely shocking.

Click, click, click.

Click, click, click.

As the aura of the swordsman soared to the extreme, suddenly, countless cracks began to appear in the four directions of the Sage Square, and the statues of Qingyang Academy's ancient sages and scholars.

"No, no!"

Wan Ru's eyes were instantly filled with panic and horror.

They remembered Chen Xuan's poem just now!

Born with contempt for Confucianism!
One hundred thousand flags beheaded Yama!
Poetry is the rhythm of destroying all Confucianism!
"My God! All the statues are cracking! Even Saint Ru Huasheng's is no exception!"

"These statues represent the supreme dignity of Qingyang Academy's cultural and Taoist holy land! Could it be that they will be reduced to ruins from now on?"

"This poetic atmosphere is too powerful! Qingyang Academy's thousands of years of accumulation can hardly compete with it!"

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Seeing the statues of sages and great Confucians cracking and falling stones, countless people have long been exclaiming.

Who would have thought that Qingyang Academy would encounter such a catastrophe as soon as Chen Xuan's poetic atmosphere came out, before he could actually do anything!

You must know that the statues of the sages and Confucians of the past dynasties represent the dreams of scholars all over the world!

But now, all the statues are about to collapse!

This almost means that the eternal reputation of Qingyang Academy no longer exists!
"Chen Xuan!!!!!!!!!!!!"

On the top of Qingyang Mountain, sensing all this happened, Yi Yun was furious, his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

However, no matter how furious this Great Jin Xiangguo who covered the sky with his hands was, he couldn't change anything at all.

boom!boom!boom!
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One after another, the statues of the sages and Confucians of the past dynasties all collapsed under the common witness of countless people.

The sound boomed like thunder, and the smoke and dust billowed.

The entire Qingyang Academy ushered in unprecedented catastrophe!
"From now on, the No. [-] Wenxiu in the six countries may change hands!"

On the pilgrimage platform, Xia Yuan, the lord of the Wei Kingdom, took a sip of the fine wine in his glass and thought to himself:

"This time, not only did Yi Xiangguo miscalculate, but he also suffered a disastrous loss... Even Qingyang Academy's thousand-year prestige and the name of the number one literary cultivator in the Six Kingdoms were involved! What a Chen Xuan, what a strange person who is the number one in the Seven Kingdoms! "

The earth shook and the mountains shook.

Chen Xuan still had his hands behind his back.

His gaze was always fixed on the swordsman whose sword energy was raging all over his body.

He was very curious about how strong this statue transformed by his poetry could be!

So, he slowly shifted his gaze, and finally looked at the lord of the Wu Kingdom, Sun Xiu, on the pilgrimage platform.

Chen Xuan knew that Sun Xiu, the lord of the Wu Kingdom, was a strong person at the fifth level of the Innate Realm.

Just try him out!

Sensing Chen Xuan's gaze, Sun Xiu's whole body trembled suddenly, as if he realized something extremely bad.

"Master Chen Xuan, you...don't act recklessly!" In Sun Xiu's eyes, there was a strong anxiety.

"Yan!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of drawing a sword resounded through the Sage Square.

Immediately afterwards, the man who was accompanied by sword energy moved.

With a movement of his body, it was like a giant sword flying across the sky!
Dazzling rays of light bloomed fiercely around him.

A moment later, these sword qi, these rays of light...all of these turned into an incomparable sword force, stabbing at Sun Xiu!
(End of this chapter)