"Everyone has searched for him for thousands of times, but that person is in a dimly lit place!"

Just when Wen Muzhi was about to be chopped alive by Lu Chen, his figure suddenly disappeared and then suddenly appeared under the lights of Chang'an City.

"A dead tree grows again when spring comes, and no one is young again twice! Ahem, cough, cough."

Behind him, the shadow of dead wood appeared, buds sprouted new branches, green light also appeared on Wen Mu's body, and his wounds healed rapidly.

However, how could it be easily healed if he was contaminated by the Luo Blood Curse? The blood curse on his shoulders was like a tarsal maggot, constantly poisoning his body. Wen Mu's steel teeth clenched:

"Wild fire, in spring!"

The spring breeze blew across his face, and the green air continued to heal his body. Only then did Wen Muzhi barely stop the expansion of his injuries.

But how could Lu Chen give Wen Muzhi a chance to breathe? Xue Luo had already charged in, slashing with eight swords!

Wen Muzhi knew that if he didn't drop some powerful information, it would be impossible to capture Brother Shen.

You can only take risks!

"Ahem Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Qingfeng Shuangxue Ming!"

As soon as this poem came out, Wen Muzhi's attire changed and he transformed into a knight's costume, wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a three-foot green sword at his waist.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star!"

Suddenly a white horse appeared. Wen Muzhi sat on the white horse, holding the reins with one hand and drawing the sword with the other. The sword sounded clearly, and the white horse raised its front hooves and neighed endlessly!

One person and one horse seemed to turn into silver-white meteors, charging straight towards Xueluo.

"Kill one person in ten steps! Thousand Buluhou!"

Wen Muzhi's sword was so fast that even Luo Tianyan had no time to stop him. The sword edge cut directly into Xue Luo's neck, leaving a sword mark on Lu Chen's throat.

Blood gushed out from Lu Chen's throat, but Lu Chen also beheaded Wen Muzhi's horse.

The two of them passed by each other, and the sword light was cold and lingering for a long time!

However, a mere fatal injury was not enough to kill Lu Chen. This injury healed itself in just a few breaths in his demonized state.

Turn around and kill Wen Muzhi again!

Wen Muzhi gritted his teeth and said:

"Three thousand people are fighting here, but one person can be a million-person division!"

"With one sword and one sword, he will live up to his reputation for eighteen years!"

At this moment, Wen Muzhi's aura surged, reaching an unprecedented peak.

"As graceful as a startled dragon, as graceful as a swimming dragon!"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Muzhi immediately held his sword and killed him. His movements were as light as a butterfly, as uncertain as a wandering dragon, and his movements almost seemed like an illusion.

Every time he takes ten steps, he will strike out with a sword. Each time, he will break through Xue Luo's defense and hit Lu Chen. One sword is stronger than the other.

But Lu Chen didn't avoid it, just like Wen

Mu Zhi fought madly, striking each other with swords.

At this moment, Wen Muzhi was like that peerless knight, showing off his style with every move, as if he was about to defeat Lu Chen at any moment.

But a terrifying scene happened. The phantom of the Yaksha demon appeared again, adding weight to Lu Chen, and the balance returned to a balanced state.

This is the abnormality of the devil's balance. Even if the opponent strengthens halfway, Lu Chen's strength will increase accordingly.

Taking three years of life as a bet is not in vain.

The confrontation continued. Although Wen Muzhi could inflict fatal wounds on Lu Chen every time, Lu Chen's vitality in the demonized state was terrifying.

Its strength is not strong enough to kill Lu Chen in one go. On the other hand, although Lu Chen's hit rate is not high, he can occasionally hit one with his sword.

Although Wen Muzhi's injuries would recover, the Luo Blood Curse accumulated and finally reached the critical point.

Just when Wen Muzhi was about to recite another poem, Lu Chen's bloody blade was pointed directly at his throat, and the blood curse was suddenly concentrated there.

"Pfft"

Wen Mu spurted out black blood in one mouthful, his vocal cords were ulcerated, his throat was hoarse due to the poison, and he was speechless and could not utter a single word.

Lu Chen laughed evilly: "It's over..."

"Luo Tianyan? Curse to kill!"

A vigorous bloody light shot out from the demonic eye, turning into a black-red blood column and hitting Wen Muzhi directly.

Wen Muzhi was seen gritting his teeth, biting his fingers violently, and writing at high speed in the void.

"Since ancient times, no one has ever died!"

"Keep your loyalty and reflect on history!"

"boom!"

His figure was instantly submerged by the blood curse, and all kinds of phantoms composed of poems and songs were shattered.

Wen Muzhi was blasted through dozens of passage walls, and his body was covered in blood and flesh.

But on his heart, there was a phantom of a red-blooded heart beating crazily. Even though Wen Muzhi's body was covered with blood curses, he was still alive tenaciously. His expression was full of pain, and his body was repairing crazily, but he couldn't be stopped. of destruction.

He said hoarsely:

"As expected of Brother Shen... who actually forced me into such a desperate situation... there is no one who can stay with Brother Jie!"

"Cough cough cough, but it's useless for me to be poisonous and mute...all the knowledge has been stored in my head!"

"Next, I will use what I have learned throughout my life. If you can really survive, I, Wen Mu, will serve you!"

Lu Chen's bloody blade was pointed directly at Wen Muzhi, his eyes full of coldness:

"I will make you recognize my strength!"

"One day, I will let everyone think of me, no longer because I am a member of the Lu family, Lu Qianfan's nephew, or Ren Jie's brother, but because I am Lu Chen!"

"I will create new

Glory, rather than inheriting the shadow of our fathers!"

Everyone has their own perseverance in their hearts, Lu Chen does this, and Wen Muzhi does the same.

But there is only one way to become that blazing sun. If you want to climb up, you can only climb up by stepping on the heads of your peers.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Wen Muzhi slowly closed his eyes: "Then let's see...who is the stronger one!"

As he spoke, his body slowly fell backwards and murmured:

“When you’re drunk, you don’t know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that fill the galaxy!”

At the moment it fell, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed and turned into an endless calm lake. A lone boat was parked on the lake, and the stars in the sky were reflected on the lake.

The lone boat was rocking and ripples were rippling in the lake. The young man was sleepy, half asleep and half awake.

I saw endless awe-inspiring energy gathering on Wen Muzhi's head, erupting towards the sky, and turned into a graceful young man wearing a long robe, a jade pendant hanging on his waist, and a feather fan and scarf.

It was exactly what Wen Muzhi looked like, holding a heavy book in his hand and looking up at the boundless starry sky.

"All the saints and sages of ancient times have fallen, but their poems and songs have left their names behind!"

"The fragrance of books and calligraphy is still there today, and the literati and poets come in their dreams!"

On the broad lake, only the sound of Wen Muzhi's poems echoed. The book he held in his hand suddenly opened. Although there was no wind, the pages moved automatically.

Countless poems and songs rushed out of the pages, turning into large golden characters and flying, and the emotional poems echoed and overlapped in the void.

The infinite energy of poetry and calligraphy flourished, turning into figures emitting white light in the void.

There is an old man in a white robe, holding an ancient book, standing under the peach blossom tree, and there is also a heroic young man with a sword on his waist, drinking on the Yellow Crane Tower.

There are young generals holding swords and sitting astride war horses, and there are also middle-aged men who are informally writing furiously in front of their desks.

There is an emperor wearing a dragon robe, sitting on the throne, and there is also a beautiful woman holding a round fan and wearing a green skirt, standing by the lotus pond, admiring the bright moon in the sky.

Ten ways, a hundred ways, a thousand ways...

Countless ancient sages and men of letters have appeared one by one, more and more, some are high-spirited or depressed, but without exception, they are all sages whose names will last forever.

This is a meeting that spans time and a collision of talents!

I saw Wen Muzhi performing a student ceremony and bowing deeply to the shadows of the sages of the past and present!

"Gentlemen, student Wen Muzhi is polite!"

At this moment, Lu Chen looked at the sages in the sky, his eyes full of shock.
Chapter completed!