I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 677: Manjianghong·Furious!

Song Mu was taken aback when he saw the scene outside, he couldn't imagine that the scene outside the cave was already like this.

And Song Mu's eyes quickly caught several strange figures among them.

The next moment Song Mu suddenly raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he never imagined that he could see a great human scholar on the wild fire field deep in the demon country.

The familiar face of Xiang He and others appeared in front of his eyes, but Song Mu felt relieved for no reason.

This seems to finally be able to explain why there was such a powerful movement on the sand cave just now.

And those monsters also looked sideways after seeing the changes on the top of the sand cave at this moment, but their eyes immediately fell on the human-shaped flame.

Today's battle is actually all about the Zhuozze Pearl, but now that the treasure is in the world, the monsters don't know what to do.

The gazes of the demon sage and the great scholar above the sand cave all focused on the fiery figure at this moment, and the roar of the silver wheel was heard immediately.

"Get that thing down for me immediately!"

"Give me everything, this thing must belong to Donghai!"

The black water demon boy also followed up and said, all the monsters came back to their senses, regardless of the demon king and demon venerable, they all headed towards the Juzezhu.

But at the next moment, several chains of words suddenly struck, and then turned into sharp swords, and they were about to take the first step to pierce the flame of the Zezhu Bead.

But immediately, these long swords with words were bound by thousands of silver threads, and they were blocked back, and then there was a roar from the silver wheel.

"Old man, how dare you!"

Yinlun roared at Xiang He and the others in the sky, the monster power on his body was insane, and his huge figure pounced on them again.

If there was still a bit of hesitation in the previous battle between the two sides, but after seeing the body of the Jie Zezhu, especially when Xiang He was about to destroy it without hesitation, Yinlun finally confirmed that what the human race said was not a lie, At that moment, it would be endless.

The two great masters fought immediately, shaking above the sand cave, and fighting broke out below the sand cave.

The Northwest Monster Clan and the East Sea Monster Clan were about to arrive in front of Jie Zezhu, only to realize that the two sides were enemies at the moment, and they didn't know who was the first to strike first. It is necessary to prevent the opponent from competing for the Exhaust Zezhu.

All of a sudden, the power in the sky and the ground was stirring, and the turbulent currents of various forces were stirring in it. Song Mu was caught in the middle, but he was like a spectator.

It's just that Song Mu immediately glanced at the human-shaped flame, and immediately urged Wen Li to go outside under the wrap of Wen Li's scroll.

Now this place is already a Shura field, and the Hanlin self is here, if he is negligent, he may die on the spot.

Moreover, he had just fought several times with Nabal, and after realizing that his righteousness could be forcibly broken by him, Song Mu already knew that today was very dangerous, and now that there are several great scholars sitting in the sky, he might be able to get a moment of respite .

It's just that the several great scholars still have to deal with the several demon saints, it seems that the opened sky is also formed by them, and it may be difficult for him to help him.

But just when Song Mu's body flickered and wanted to run away, a black shadow escaped from the cave, and then attacked Song Mu the next moment.

Song Mu couldn't dodge in time, he was hit and flew out again, turned around and saw the opponent, it was Nabal.

At this moment, it actually gave up fighting for the Exhausting Zezhu, and turned its target on itself.

"On the wildfire field today, our holy country has countless powers, so it doesn't matter if I'm one less to fight for."

"But if you let me escape like this again, I can't wait for the next ten years!"

Ba Le's calm voice came, and at this moment he slowly raised his eyes, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes stared straight at Song Mu, and there was a faint stream of light on the black armor attached to his whole body.

"Song Mu, this is where you will die today."

"Whatever you took from my Holy Kingdom, you must return it intact."

As soon as the voice fell, Baler's figure flashed like a bolt of lightning, and then suddenly appeared beside Song Mu in the next moment. Song Mu immediately raised his sword to block, but Chuanze was immediately covered by the black long man. Whip wrapped around.

A powerful force invaded, and Song Mu urged writing power to pour into the Chuanze, and immediately revealed a lot of poems. At this moment, Chuanze's light shined brightly, and he wanted to compete with the long whip.

Ba Le was still strong, and at this moment, the strength was attached to the long whip, and he smashed Song Mu's awe-inspiring righteousness and literary strength all the way, and rushed straight at this moment.

Chuanze in Song Mu's hand let out a whine at this moment, and a buzzing sound suddenly sounded at the next moment, but Song Mu saw the long sword that had been with him for more than ten years shattered.

The long whip swung and hit the white jade scroll, but Song Mu looked at the only remaining sword hilt in his hand, and Chuanze's shattered sword body fell into the sand cave at this moment.

A kind of anger rushed into Song Mu's head, and the literary strength on his body couldn't stop surging at this moment.

But the next moment Baler's long whip came again, and at this moment it directly wrapped around one of Song Mu's feet, and at the same time, his face was full of triumph.

"See where you go!"

A powerful force rushed up Song Mu's body along the ankle, and Song Mu suddenly felt pain in his feet, even a feeling of numbness.

poison!
Song Mu's humming mind suddenly came to his senses, and the idea immediately came to him. At this moment, he looked at Nabal again, but suddenly he summoned up righteousness and struck the long whip fiercely.

But the long whip didn't seem to move at all. At this moment, it was like a chain winding up, pulling Song Mu towards Nabala step by step.

Immediately after, Song Mu shouted angrily, and the red light in his body was full of red light, and a phantom emerged from Song Mu's body again.

The red phantom slowly rose in the deep pit, which immediately attracted the attention of outsiders.

"Hao Ran upright?"

"Song Mu?!"

It was only in this way that the several great scholars who were fighting fiercely in the sky realized that the phantom below was made by Song Mu, and the situation was extremely critical.

So at the moment, someone swung an attack, and a long inkstone fell straight down, then passed through Song Mu's phantom, and went directly towards Ba Le below.

When Nabal suddenly encountered the attack of such a great scholar, he also retreated suddenly at this moment, but the hand holding the long whip still exerted strength immediately, and then crushed Song Mu's red phantom again in the next moment.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spat out from Song Mu's mouth, but Song Mu fell quickly, his expression painful at the moment.

Resisting the discomfort in his body at this moment, Song Mu controlled his figure to rise rapidly again, but Nabaler had already caught up. At this moment, the monster aura on his body turned into a phantom of a black scorpion, shaking the sharp His tail hook stabbed viciously towards Song Mu's chest.

The white jade scroll unfolded automatically at this moment, but it only protected Song Mu's figure. Under the heavy blow, Song Mu fell on the sand dune outside the sand pit, plowing a deep mark on the soft sand dune. .

Seeing the phantom of the black scorpion in the air in front of him, and Ba Le with the ultimate murderous intent, Song Mu slowly got up, but at the moment he stretched out his hand suddenly, looking at the shattered Chuanze in his hand .

Song Mu's heart ached and even more angry that the Jinshi Wenbing who had followed him for more than ten years was crushed like this.

Ba Le is so entangled today, Song Mu knows that this is a life-threatening battle, even the great Confucianism in the sky can't stop it.

Only you can solve this battle, today is a life-and-death dilemma.

Suppressing the surging blood rushing straight to his forehead, Song Mu stabilized his figure at this moment, and raised his eyes to look at Ba Le who was coming towards him.

"Bale, today we will fight to the death!"

"If the sky doesn't give birth to me, it won't kill me!"

Song Mu's face was ferocious, at this moment he suddenly raised his right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand casually, and the revealed scroll was in front of his eyes, and stretched out his index finger stained with scarlet blood, Song Mu's finger touched the scroll.

"Rushing to the crown, leaning against the lanai, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, with a strong heart."

A line of poems was formed suddenly, and then blood surged on the white pages of the scroll, and the red blood characters were extremely dazzling.

"Thirty years of fame and fame, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moons. Don't wait for nothing, the boy's head is white, empty and sad."

Song Mu waved his bloody finger to write, but his heart was full of grief and resentment.

An article once wrote that Wu Mu's ambitions in life are not rewarding, but today's article is full of sadness for Song Mu, who feels that this life is not enough in the desperate situation of others.

Not enough, these two words are exhaustive. I have achieved a little in this life, but I am infinitely unwilling. The wishes of my ancestors are hard to come by. I am not a strong person in this world.

It's just that at this moment, it doesn't matter if this life is not enough, so what if the wish of the ancestors is hard to come true, the great power is still in the hand, and it is not without the power to fight.

If so, then fight!
Just like Wu Mu, happy to enmity, success or failure in the battle, then talk about heroes!

The aura on Song Mu's body suddenly changed, but the hand fell even faster.

"The shame of Chang'an is still unsettled; when will the hatred of the courtiers be wiped out! Drive a long car and step through the gap in Helan Mountain."

"The ambition is to eat the meat of the barbarians hungry, and to laugh and talk about drinking the blood of the Huns thirsty. Waiting to start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky."

After the bloody words were completed, some literary power had already been mobilized, and some great scholars lowered their eyes. At this moment, they spoke in shock.

"This is... murderous?"

"How can it be so thick?"

"This Song Mu, is he writing murderous poetry? How talented?"

Xiang He suddenly discovered this situation, looking towards Song Mu at this moment, he saw that the scroll was fluttering, and Song Mu was like a literati of the ages, using his fingers as his brush and his blood as his ink to write a great text handed down from generation to generation.

At the same time, they suddenly felt a strong literary spirit from the endless scroll around Song Mu's body. The literary spirit was so pure that it could even arouse the literary strength of their own body.

Everyone looked sideways, but the next moment, there was an exclamation from the underground cave.

I only saw that Jie Zezhu, who was dodging in it, turned into a fire meteor at some point, and rushed out of the sand cave at this moment, drew an arc in the sky, and then went straight in the direction of Song Mu.

At this moment, Song Mu gently lifted his finger from the white page of the scroll, and the bloody word side had already mentioned the name of the word.

"Manjianghong·Furious Crown"!
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(End of this chapter)