Song Liwen's wild laughter slowly dissipated, and his figure slowly emerged from the black air.
At this moment, he has undergone some changes. The combed black hair is now stretched out, and there are two more black lines on his stern face.
Those were his previous tears.
At this moment, the pure white literary energy around him had disappeared, replaced by the mighty demonic energy spurting out.
A degenerate scholar, willing to degenerate, giving up everything in pursuit of the ultimate improvement of power.
In the past, Song Mu had only a personal grudge with him, but now, it has completely changed.
At this moment, Song Mu felt a little unhappy.
This Song Liwen did have a bit of hatred for himself, but his actions were truly reckless. He was aroused by the demonic energy, and finally became so angry that he fell into the devil's path.
This not only caused Wen Chao to lose a scholar, but also caused a lot of trouble for himself at the moment!
Song Junwu and Song Junwu stood up slowly from the ground. Seeing Song Liwen who had changed his appearance, they looked shocked. However, seeing the other person facing Song Mu, they understood what was going to happen next.
At this moment, Song Liwen was feeling the mighty magic power around him pouring into his body, feeling that every corner of his body was full of power.
Clenching his left hand tightly, the sound of creaking came intensively. Song Liwen felt that he already had the power of a god at this moment.
The feeling of crazy infusion of power is ten thousand times more refreshing than when you lift someone up to a certain level!
It turns out that this is the ultimate power, this is the power that can destroy the world!
Song Liwen laughed wildly in his heart, and the violent thoughts suddenly rushed into his mind at this moment.
Song Liwen's eyes were fixed on Song Mu. Seeing this guy who made him extremely jealous, Song Liwen was completely covered by the killing at this moment.
"Come and accept your fate!"
With a sharp shout, Song Liwen raised the long sword in his hand, and the black energy around him was poured into it crazily, and then a black sword light came through the air!
That power is no less powerful than Jinshi's blow!
Song Mu looked horrified and dodged repeatedly, but Song Liwen was like a divine help, his strength increased greatly, and he appeared in front of him the next moment.
A heavy punch came, and Song Mu stretched out his palm to catch it, but felt that the fierce power rushed into his meridians in an instant, scattering all the literary power he had gathered.
Once again, Song Mu felt a sense of crisis again.
But at this moment, another light and shadow flashed next to him, and Song Liwen suddenly noticed that a sword light was sweeping out.
The sound of jingo fighting suddenly came, and Song Junwu flew out again, with an expression of extreme surprise on his face.
"careful!"
Although Song Junwu flew out upside down, he was warning Song Mu. Song Mu had already seen Song Liwen turning back again, and saw all the magic power in his body pouring into the long sword in his hand, and then turned into a huge powerful force.
I can call!
Song Mu retreated violently, but was still touched by the attack. At this moment, he felt as if he had been hit hard, and he retreated uncontrollably until a solid palm pushed his chest.
"He is continuously absorbing the demonic energy surging in the city at this moment. This connection must be cut off!"
When Tao Fengming said this, Song Mu immediately came to his senses and took out the papers that Tao Fengming had given him before.
Song Liwen was briefly entangled by the two Juren, and Song Junwu exclaimed that something was wrong. He was hit hard again and fell to the ground, but he shouted to Song Mu.
"Song Mu, leave quickly. Perhaps only the general of the army can surrender this man!"
After the words fell, he only saw a piece of writing paper thrown out from Song Mu's hand. The words on it were printed by Wen Li and appeared in the air at this moment.
"The hut is in a human environment, without the noise of carriages and horses."
"I ask you, how can you do this? Your mind is far away and you are biased."
"Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain."
"The mountain atmosphere is getting better day by day, and the birds are flying back and forth."
"There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it."
A poem by Tao Yuanming scattered in the air and disappeared, and then he saw that the surrounding scenery had changed a bit, and flowers and plants had begun to compete in the corner.
Seeing Song Mu's actions, Song Junwu was horrified that the other party could actually use Tao Yuanming's strange realm, but he saw the long-haired man behind Song Mu move at this moment.
He was standing behind Song Mu, but when he stood still, he suddenly saw the sky open and full of flowers.
The foreign land has been turned upside down several times, and it has expanded to boundless places.
This strange environment shrouded several people in it. Song Mu had already handed over control to Tao Fengming. At this moment, he stepped forward, and the literary energy around him began to surge crazily.
Song Liwen's eyes looked at Song Mu again, and at that moment his face became more ferocious.
"Do you think you can compete with me by using strange realms?"
Song Mu, on the other hand, was calm and composed. He took the wat tablet and writing brush in his hands, and was writing slowly at this moment, saying in a deep voice.
"Didn't you say you wanted to fight me?"
"Then now, I accept it."
After Song Mu finished speaking, a piece of paper flew out of his hand and burned up.
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At the same time, in Yuzhang City at this moment, several range attacks from Fang Mingyuan and several Hanlin officials interrupted the harassment caused by the heavy demon.
But a greater danger has appeared, and the sudden formation is currently consuming the combat effectiveness of the city's sergeants, especially the literati.
The literati and above can still control the impact on themselves, but ordinary people will only feel a little more fearful.
But those young scholars, as long as they are low-level literati with literary power in their bodies, are in trouble at this moment.
After all, this is a big city, and it is the end of the provincial examination, so the number of low-level literati is even greater. Moreover, those who have just reached a high level are also very vulnerable to the situation of such a large formation due to the instability of their level.
"Sir, this formation has been arranged a long time ago, but the origins of the fallen scholars who rushed into the city are still unknown!"
Fang Mingyuan stood in the air, listening to the reports from his men, overlooking the city that was in turmoil, and anger was already welling up in his heart.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing that many literati were troubled by this formation and the surging demonic energy, Fang Mingyuan sighed.
"Maybe Mr. He used Qingming's method to resolve such a crisis?"
He Shilin's figure appeared on one side at this moment, with an unusually serious expression on his face.
"I can only say that my state of mind power is just okay. If you want to create a strange state that covers the whole city, it is already comparable to the realm. If Huangfu Fengming is still there..."
When He Shilin said this, his face showed a bit of defeat. At this moment, he could only shake his head and said.
"The current plan is that I can trigger the strange environment at the military camp in the south of the city, but you need to send all those people over."
"This can only solve the urgent need. Only by eliminating the influence of this large array can this crisis be solved."
Fang Mingyuan's brows furrowed deeply, and he was about to nod immediately, but suddenly he noticed a force rising from the city below, and the next moment it was in front of Fang Mingyuan.
"Du Xianyin?"
Fang Mingyuan obviously recognized the woman in red who suddenly appeared in front of him, but the expression on his face was a bit confused, but Du Xianyin spoke at this moment.
"I may be able to undo the influence of this formation. I just ask you all to give me a helping hand."
Hearing what Du Xianyin said, Fang Mingyuan snorted and spoke.
"I know that you are a descendant of the Du Shi Sect and are also proficient in foreign lands, but this kind of scene requires a field, but you can unfold it?"
Du Xianyin lowered his eyes slightly, with a calm expression.
"It is true that I cannot expand the field, but after all, it is to soothe people's hearts. In this world, there is nothing more miraculous than the rhythm of music, right?"
Fang Mingyuan frowned even more after hearing this, but He Shilin next to him took a step forward and asked in a deep voice.
"Miss Du, does your music have such miraculous effects?"
"A month ago, I might not have dared to speak nonsense, but now, with good words in hand, it will come naturally."
Du Xianyin spoke softly, with a bit of confidence in her eyes at this moment.
Fang Mingyuan and He Shilin looked at each other and made a decision immediately.
He Shilin took a step forward and asked immediately.
"What do you need me to do?"
Du Xianyin had already taken out a booklet from his arms, handed it to the other party, and said in a deep voice.
"Please, sir, use the power of writing as ink to write all the words in this poem in the air."
Hearing this, He Shilin lowered his head and looked at the book handed over by the other party.