I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 293 Closing
Just as Liu Jue yelled and cursed in the air, several lights and shadows appeared beside him the next moment. At this moment, layers of coercion covered him, which made people feel extremely palpitating.

This turned out to be several Hanlin literati.

Human reinforcements have arrived.

In that city, Fang Mingyuan, who was fighting fiercely, also showed surprise at this moment, and finally his expression relaxed.

On the contrary, Naku's huge body began to surge wildly, as if preparing to escape from here.

But Liu Jue let a big monster run away just now, how could he let this monster go at this moment.

"That old yak in your demon country in the northwest is really tired and crooked!"

Liu Jue yelled, only to see the red light blooming on his body, and the light chains of the words shot out, all heading south of the city at this moment.

And Liu Jue's order sounded immediately.

"All the sergeants of the eastern frontier army and Yuzhang literati obey the order! The monsters come to seek death, and they should be killed without pardon!"

"I didn't get to go to your west to fight. Since I sent it to your door this time, I will make you feel heartbroken!"

As the words fell, the layers of light chains had penetrated into the turbulent positions outside the city. Countless monsters were shocked by the maester's coercion at this moment, sobbing endlessly, and then disappeared when the light chains fell.

And in that city, bursts of shouts erupted immediately, as if they felt that the situation of all these battles had been reversed.

The huge amount of money in the library was obviously a little flustered, but even at this moment, it still didn't retreat immediately, but suddenly let out a long roar.

The screeching sound made people's eardrums pulsate, and it was extremely painful. At the same time, black figures suddenly jumped up from various street corners in the city and gathered towards one place in the city.

The rising magic energy seemed to have a unified direction at this moment.

"war!"

Liu Jue let out a shout, and at this moment, the whole body was full of light, and there was even rolling thunder bursting from his mouth.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring."

"A crane rowing above the clouds in a clear sky will bring poetry to the blue sky."

This is Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Ci", and this Liu Jue is the successor of the Liu family of poetry!
At the beginning, Liu Yuxi established himself with a poem "Humble Room Inscription", which achieved a great wonder in the world, and his descendants inherited not only his optimism and open-mindedness, but also his heroism on the battlefield.

The fall of this autumn poem did not bring any blessings to Liu Jue, on the contrary, the scholars and soldiers all over the city, at this moment, only felt that the writing was as if it was written with spirit, and the war poems fell first!

Liu Jue is worthy of being the commander of the Eastern Frontier Army, and because of the great power of this great scholar, one person can inspire a city!
The majesty of the sky is mighty, but that Liu Jue is unrestrained, as if a shell fell on the body of Ku Juhe.

The thick fist hooked the cloud waves and brought up waves of air waves. One punch was like a thousand punches, and it fell heavily on the huge monster body.

Ku Jue's roar suddenly came, but Liu Jue's fist never stopped.

"Liu Jue, the king will not let you go!"

"Still loyal to that old yak? You are just its abandoned son. In the future, our human race will go to the demon country and take the old yak's head!"

The words of anger came, but there was another change in the city.

The degenerate literati who jumped up suddenly gathered quickly. They climbed up a small three-story building, and then stretched out their hands like one after another.

On the building, a skinny man stretched out his hand, frantically absorbing the breath of these fallen literati.

The devilish energy rushed into his body frantically, and those fallen literati quickly fell down like dead trees, turning into pieces of dust.

"It's the demon body! Everyone, join me in attacking!"

Fang Mingyuan had already seen this vision. At this moment, he shouted to those Hanlin who came to support him, and everyone rushed to take action, but saw the figure of the demon body twisted suddenly, and then disappeared into the air.

The next moment, the figure appeared in the shadow of a corner, but it suddenly smelled the smell and galloped quickly in the city.

Song Mu hadn't retracted his thought power when he suddenly felt a huge coercion approaching.

Even though there are countless coercions roaming in the sky, Song Mu can easily sense that the coercion is directed at him!

This immediately aroused Song Mu's vigilance, and he was about to carry Tao Fengming away at this moment, but found that the thing had already reached his side.

That black figure appeared in front of him, and Song Mu recognized at a glance that it was the Demon Body that Tao Fengming had just mentioned.

"Kill you, kill you."

Black energy surged on the face of the demon body, and a painful face briefly appeared. After saying this, he immediately came towards Song Mu.

Song Mu's eyes are also sharp at the moment, and he is showing off his literary power at this moment.

That power came fiercely, but fortunately, in an instant, three figures landed in front of Song Mu.

"Song Mu, why are you still in this city?!"

Right now in front of Song Mu were Fang Mingyuan, He Shilin and Wang Ye, all of whom were somewhat surprised at the moment.

Without waiting for Song Mu's response, Fang Mingyuan and the others clapped together their palms and slapped the devil's body at this moment.

"Have a frenzy!"

"Song Mu, stay away!"

Song Mu immediately led Tao Fengming to jump away, and the crowd had already carried the demonic body into the air, but at this moment, another figure hurriedly landed beside Song Mu.

Song Mu looked over alertly, only to find that the falling Pianpian figure was actually Du Xianyin.

"The young master is still in the city?"

Du Xianyin's beautiful eyes were slightly startled, but she quickly adjusted and said to Song Mu.

"My lord, your words can dissipate the evil energy. Can you write poems with me, young master, to disperse the evil energy in the city as much as possible?"

Song Mu didn't know, so Du Xianyin explained it briefly. When he learned that this could suppress the people's distracting thoughts caused by the devilish energy, Song Mu immediately nodded and hurriedly took out his pen and ink.

Dip the ink and write the pen, while Song Mu said to Du Xianyin.

"Miss Du, what do I need to do?"

"Young master can use your thoughts to hook verbs, and leave the rest to the little girl."

Having said that, Song Mu nodded, and immediately wrote down his own "Ye Huai Gu" and "Nan Xiang Zi".

Song Mu's hand speed was extremely fast, and in almost a moment, an article was already formed. At the same time, thoughts poured into it, and the surrounding scenery began to change.

And Du Xianyin next to him was already shaking the strings at this moment, singing in a low voice.

The thought power of the two interacted for the first time, but Du Xianyin was shocked.

Because at that moment, Du Xianyin realized that when the poem was written from Song Mu's hand, the feeling it gave him was no different from the power brought by He Shilin's pen before.

I can even feel it, a feeling of handiness.

Du Xianyin's face was full of shock, but at this moment, he blamed Song Munai as the original author of the poem, which brought such power.

Song Mu's heart is like a mirror, and the situation at this moment is because his ancient books have exerted their power.

These two poems are the oldest poems in my hands, they have been cultivated by ancient books for many days, and they have undergone extraordinary changes.

With the addition of Song Mu's strength, coupled with Du Xianyin's rhythm, a mysterious change has taken place at this moment.

This time, Song Mudo didn't even need to do anything to feel the artistic conception of his poems slowly unfolding with the rhythm.

That feeling is indescribable, but it seems to make everyone feel an extraordinary emotion. Although there is no foreign land in front of them, the foreign land has moved towards the entire city with fluctuations.

Song Mu was astonished, and realized that this poem could still exude such power.

But at this moment in the city, Fang Mingyuan and other six Hanlins had already surrounded the demon body, using a lot of writing power to weaken its strength.

Outside the city, Ku Jue was getting farther and farther away from his own cave. Liu Jue's power was like moving mountains and seas. Although Ku Jue was huge, he had no power to fight back.

In the distance, the wind and sand that Ku Juhe was proudly mobilizing with the sand beads were being resisted by the Chinese people in the city.

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(End of this chapter)