I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 581
Everyone's eyes were on Song Mu, and they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts at this moment.

In this competition, the poems that everyone competed for were mostly poems written by their ancestors, but now there is a demon master provoking Song Mu's essays.

This kind of situation is also the first in the field.

But Song Mu frowned when he heard this, but his figure did not move.

Such a scene was a bit weird, but the demon boy's gaze had swept over at this moment, and when he saw Song Mu's figure, he spoke directly.

"Song Zhuangyuan, what's the matter? Are you scared?"

Hearing this, Song Mu just raised his eyes slightly, looked at the other person without timidity, and then said lightly.

"Song doesn't have Jinshi Wenbing to send it to you. I will go to your East China Sea to get this thing in the future."

These words can be described as arrogant, and many others looked sideways, but no one showed any disdain on their faces.

Everyone knows what Song Mu is like in front of him, but he is only a [-]-year-old Hanlin literati.

The strength of Song Mu's realm in the future may be like the Tao Shizong's son who came and went like the wind just now.

He dared to say that, maybe he could really enter the Dragon Palace to search for treasures in the future, which can be regarded as giving the patriarch the ambition.

The demon boy laughed when he heard this, and his eyes seemed to be much colder.

"Song Zhuangyuan speaks loudly, but there is no need to be so troublesome today, the king will give you a chance."

Song Mu still looked calm, looking directly at the other party.

"Oh? So you asked me to come here by name to give me this opportunity?"

The monsters around scolded Song Mu angrily, but the demon boy just stared at Song Mu with piercing eyes, and then spoke.

"The king said, you have the talent of the sky, and it's easy to take this thing back this time. Write three 'dragon' poems. As long as one of them reaches seven levels of talent, the poem will be returned with both hands."

When the voice came, most of the people around were looking at Song Mu, but they saw Song Mu laughing, the smile on his face was intriguing.

"Use my things to redeem what belongs to me?"

"Song thinks he can't do it now!"

The words were resounding, but many of the people beside them were a little bit uneasy at the moment. After all, Song Mu's words seemed to mean that they used the wrong method to get back the things of their ancestors.

But these words immediately enraged the demon boy, Du Sheng got up immediately and warned in a deep voice.

"Heishui, what do you want?"

The breath on the demon boy fluctuated for a moment, but it slowly fell silent, but this time his eyes changed slightly, and he snorted coldly.

Immediately, the demon master went back into the dark clouds in embarrassment, but those demon kings came out to provoke him and produced a lot of poems.

Many families of Shizong joined the challenge one after another, it seems that Song Mu just skipped the matter.

But the following competition caused the colors of the various poet families to change suddenly.

Just now the disciples of the Tao Shizong had just given the patriarch a face, but then it seemed that the world had changed.

Those handsome demon kings, all of them have increased in strength sharply, and their attacks are extremely fierce. After fighting for a while, none of the disciples of the Shizong family who challenged to the battle was able to win!
Even several people were seriously injured, and the foundation was greatly damaged!
Even Wang Yu, who was originally full of chances, also suffered a big loss. He was thrown out of the ring in embarrassment, lost his wife and lost his army.

This suddenly enraged the crowd, some people have already retreated, thinking that this is a trap and no longer go in, Du Sheng and others are also frowning, it seems that they want to stop the competition.

At this moment, there is still a competition going on in the arena, and the one fighting is Du Xianyin.

And in front of her was the three-headed demon king.

This time in the competition, Du Xianyin wanted to fight for the poems of the three ancestors, but he was going to fight once and for all, one against three.

At this moment, Du Xianyin not only did not hesitate to deal with it, but even handled it with ease.

I saw Du Xianyin holding a pipa at this moment, and flicking it lightly with his jade fingers, bursts of melodious rhythm came out.

But above the strings, there is literary power wrapped, and there are words flowing above.

As Du Xianyin fiddled with his fingers, the surrounding environment also changed. There were bleak wind and rain, blooming mountain flowers, summer showers, winter winds, and various complex environments emerged one after another.

The gorgeous attack forced the three-headed demon king to be unable to do anything to Du Xianyin for a while, roaring again and again to resist various attacks.

Everyone was surprised when they saw this kind of scene. It was the first time for many people to see this kind of method. Those who knew Du Mu's poetry school had amazing skills, their eyes flickered when they saw this kind of rhythmic attack method.

But among them, they were also surprised by Du Xianyin's continuous singing of battle words.

These battle words are all lyrics, and each capital has a unique charm. When it is sung and played, it brings various visions one after another.

Since the competition till now, Du Xianyin has not repeated a single battle poem, as if she has thousands of poems hidden in her mind.

"Who actually wrote the poems sung by the Yin Fairy?"

"I really don't know, but each of these words is very special. Could it be that Du's ancestors used to lean on a railing to write them, and they were found by Du Xianyin."

"In this way, the Du family's poetry school has a different look in the hands of Du Xianyin."

While everyone was amazed and discussing, they saw a sudden change in the situation in the field. The three-headed demon king seemed to have entered a special state. At this moment, his strength had greatly increased, and he was approaching Du Xianyin from all directions.

Seeing that Du Xianyin was about to lose the wind.

But at this time, Du Xianyin's rhythm changed, and when he sang again, everyone was taken aback.

Because it was Song Mu's "Ye Huai Gu" and "Shui Tiao Ge Tou".

As soon as these top words were written, Du Xianyin's aura also changed suddenly, and then swords, lights and swords flickered.

The demon king couldn't resist, he vomited blood, and everyone on the upstairs boat turned their heads to watch.

"This...this is..."

A thought flashed across many people's minds. At this moment, they turned their eyes to Song Mu who was also watching the battle.

"Fairy Yin can use Song Mu's words like this, it's impossible..."

"It shouldn't be, if this is the case, this Song Mu..."

Doubts flashed in many people's eyes, but at this moment they saw a ray of light from Du Sheng, and then he shouted angrily.

"Heishui, why, did you hit your sore spot again?"

The demon boy was standing in the air at the moment, looking at Du Xianyin with a bit of fear, and asked in a deep voice.

"Little girl, who made these words of yours?"

"Du Mu doesn't have such skills!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked sideways, Du Xianyin didn't say a word, and was about to leave after collecting the things, but he never thought that the demon boy would use his demon power to control the poem scrolls, and that force even directly bound Du Xianyin spoke at this moment.

"I can guess who it is without telling me, it's interesting."

Du Xianyin's expression froze, and he was about to make a move at this moment, so Du Sheng yelled first.

"Heishui, you are breaking the rules!"

"Rule? I can give you the scrolls you lost just now, old man. I only want Song Mu to write three poems."

"Song Mu, if you write it, it belongs to you. If you don't write it, these..."

A sly smile appeared on the demon boy's face.

"Let this beauty and them, ashes to ashes, dust to dust together."

"stop!"

"Shu Zi dare?!"

There were countless yells from the building and the boat, and the aura suddenly opened up, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

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(End of this chapter)