Song Mu was suddenly startled when he saw the scene outside. He couldn't imagine that the scene outside the cave was already like this.
Song Mu's eyes quickly caught several of the strange figures.
The next moment, Song Mu suddenly raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he never imagined that he could actually see a great scholar of the human race on the wild fire plain deep in the Demon Kingdom.
The familiar face of Xiang He and others appeared in front of him, but Song Mu felt relieved for no reason.
This seems to finally explain why there was such a powerful movement above the sand cave just now.
When those monsters saw the changes on the top of the sand cave, they also looked aside, but their eyes immediately fell on the human-shaped flame.
Today's fight is actually all about the Jie Ze Pearl. But now that the treasure is in the world, the monsters don't know what to do.
The eyes of the Demon Saint and the Great Confucian above the sand cave were all focused on the flaming human figure at this moment, and they heard the roar of the Silver Wheel.
"Get that thing right away!"
"Give it to me, this thing must belong to me in the East China Sea!"
The black water demon boy also followed up and said, and all the demons came to their senses. Regardless of the demon emperor and demon lord, they all headed towards the Zeze Pearl.
But the next moment, several chains of words suddenly attacked, and then turned into sharp swords, trying to take the first step and pierce the flames of the Zeze Pearl.
But immediately, these long swords with words were bound by thousands of silver threads, and were blocked back, and then the roar of the silver wheel came.
"Old man, how dare you!"
Yinlun roared angrily at Xiang He and others in the sky. The demonic power in his body was crazy at that moment, and his huge figure pounced on the opponent again.
If there was still a trace of hesitation in the previous fight between the two sides, but after seeing the true form of the Jie Ze Pearl, especially when Xiang He was about to destroy it without hesitation, Yin Lun was finally sure that what the human race said was not a lie.
At that moment, it was a fight to the death.
The two great masters immediately started fighting. The top of the sand cave was shaking, and underneath the sand cave, a fight suddenly broke out.
When the northwest demon clan and the east sea demon clan were about to arrive in front of the Jieze Pearl, they suddenly realized that the two sides were enemies at the moment, and they didn't know who was the first to take action. The two clans, each with their own agenda, immediately started fighting, using all kinds of methods.
To prevent the opponent from competing for the Jize Pearl.
For a time, the power in the sky and the earth surged, and various forces were stirred in it. Song Mu was caught in the middle, but he was like a spectator.
However, Song Mu immediately glanced at the human-shaped flame, then immediately activated his Wenli and headed outside wrapped in the Wenli scroll.
Now this place has become a Shura field. As a Hanlin cultivator, I may die on the spot if I am a little negligent.
Moreover, he had just fought with Nabal several times, and after realizing that his awe-inspiring righteousness could be forcibly broken, Song Mu already knew that today was very dangerous, and now that there were several great scholars sitting in the sky, he might be able to get a moment of respite.
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It's just that the several great scholars still have to deal with several demon saints. It seems that the opening of the sky is also caused by them, and it may be difficult for them to help them.
But just when Song Mu's body flashed and he was about to escape, a black shadow emerged from the cave, and then attacked Song Mu the next moment.
Song Mu couldn't dodge and was hit and flew backwards again. He turned around and saw that the opponent was Nabal.
At this moment, it actually gave up on fighting for the Jie Ze Pearl and instead pointed its target at itself.
"Today's wildfire plains, our Holy Kingdom has countless powerful people, it doesn't matter if I am less than one to compete for them."
"But if I let you escape like this again, I can't wait for the next ten years!"
Baler's calm voice came. At this moment, he slowly raised his eyes. A pair of bloodthirsty eyes stared straight at Song Mu. There was a faint flow of light on the black armor attached to his body.
"Song Mu, this is where you will die today."
"Everything you took from my Holy Kingdom must be returned intact."
As soon as the words fell, Bale's figure flashed like a bolt of lightning, and then suddenly appeared beside Song Mu the next moment. Song Mu immediately raised his sword to block, but Chuan Ze was immediately struck by the long black sword.
Wrap around the whip.
Powerful force invaded, Song Mu urged his literary power to pour into the river, and immediately revealed a number of poems. At this moment, the river shined brightly, and he wanted to compete with the long whip.
Bale was still strong. At this moment, the power was attached to the long whip and attacked. It actually shattered Song Mu's awe-inspiring righteousness and literary power, and rushed straight at him.
Chuanze in Song Mu's hand let out a cry at this moment, and a buzzing sound suddenly sounded at the next moment. Song Mu saw that the long sword that had been with him for more than ten years was broken into pieces.
The long whip swung and hit the white jade scroll, but Song Mu looked at the only remaining sword hilt in his hand. Chuan Ze's broken sword fell into the sand cave at this moment.
A kind of anger suddenly rushed into Song Mu's mind, and the literary power in his body could not stop surging at this moment.
But the next moment, Baler's long whip came again, and now it directly entangled one of Song Mu's feet. At the same time, his face was full of success.
"Look where you're going!"
Powerful force rushed up Song Mu's body along his ankles, and Song Mu suddenly felt pain in his feet, even a numb feeling.
poison!
Song Mu's humming mind suddenly woke up, and then this thought immediately came to his mind. At this moment, he looked at Nabal again, but he suddenly summoned up his righteousness and struck hard at the long whip.
But the long whip seemed to be motionless. At this moment, it was like a chain winding up, pulling Song Mu towards Nabal step by step.
Immediately, Song Mu shouted angrily, red light emitted from his literary power, and a phantom emerged from Song Mu's body again.
The red shadow slowly rose in the deep cave, immediately attracting the attention of outsiders.
"Haoran is upright?"
"Song Mu?!"
Only then did the several great scholars who were fighting fiercely in the sky realize that the shadow below was made by Song Mu, and that the situation was already extremely critical.
So at that moment, someone swung an attack, and a long inkstone fell straight down, then passed through Song Mu's shadow and headed directly towards Bale below.
Nabal suddenly encountered the attack of these great scholars, and his body retreated suddenly at this moment, but the hand holding the long whip still exerted force immediately, and then in the next moment, Song Mu's red shadow was crushed again.
A mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from Song Mu's mouth, but Song Mu fell quickly, his face looking painful at this moment.
Suppressing the physical discomfort at the moment, Song Mu controlled his body to rise quickly again, but Nabale had already caught up with him. The demonic aura on his body at this moment turned into a black scorpion shadow, swinging the sharp
The tail hook of his body stabbed Song Mu fiercely in the chest.
The white jade scroll automatically unfolded 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 black scorpion shadow in the air in front of him, and Baler who had the ultimate murderous intent in it, Song Mu slowly stood up, but then he suddenly stretched out his hand and looked at the shattered Kawaze in his hand.
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The scholars and soldiers who had followed him for more than ten years were now crushed to pieces like this. Song Mu felt pain in his heart and even more anger.
Balak was so entangled today that Song Mu knew in his heart that this was a life-and-death battle, and not even the great scholar in the sky could stop him.
Only you can resolve this battle. Today is a life-or-death dilemma.
Suppressing the surging blood rushing to his forehead, Song Mu stabilized his body at this moment and raised his eyes to look at Balak who was heading towards him.
"Bala, I will fight to the death today!"
“If heaven didn’t give birth to me, it’s also hard to kill me!”
Song Mu had a ferocious look on his face. At this moment, he suddenly raised his right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. With a wave of his hand, the exposed scroll came to his eyes. He stretched out his index finger stained with scarlet blood, and Song Mu touched the scroll with his finger.
"I am so angry that I look up to my head, and the misty rain has stopped. I look up, look up to the sky and howl, my heart is full of passion."
A line of poetry suddenly came into being, and then blood surged on the white page of the scroll, and the red blood words were extremely dazzling.
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait for a moment. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be empty and sad."
Song Mu waved his bloody finger and wrote it, but his heart was filled with sorrow and anger.
An article once written about Wu Mu's life ambitions that were difficult to achieve, but today's article expresses Song Mu's sadness at times, his desperate situation, and the feeling that this life was not enough.
Not enough, these two words have said it all. I have achieved a little success in this life, but I am infinitely unwilling. The wishes of my ancestors are difficult to achieve. 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, and it doesn't matter if the wishes of our ancestors are difficult to come true. We still have great power in our hands, and we are not without the power to fight.
Then fight!
Just like Wu Mu, he enjoys grudges and grudges. After the battle, we will discuss success or failure, and then we will discuss heroes!
Song Mu's aura suddenly changed, and his hand fell faster.
"The shame of Chang'an has not yet snowed; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Drive a long chariot and trample through the gap in Helan Mountain."
"The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. To start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and build the palace towards the sky."
After the completion of the blood poem, the literary power has been aroused, and some great scholars have lowered their eyes and said in shock at this moment.
"Is this... murderous intent?"
"How can it be so strong?"
"Is this Song Mu writing murderous poetry? How talented is he?"
Xiang He suddenly discovered this situation. At this moment, he looked towards Song Mu and saw that among the scrolls, Song Mu was like a great scholar, using his fingers as pen and blood as ink to write a masterpiece that would be handed down for generations.
At the same time, they suddenly felt the rich literary energy from the endless scrolls around Song Mu. The literary energy was extremely pure and could even activate the literary power around him.
Everyone looked sideways, but the next moment, a cry of surprise came from the underground cave.
I only saw the Jieze Pearl that had been dodging in it. I don't know when it turned into a fireball. At this moment, it rushed out of the sand cave, drew an arc in the sky, and then went straight in the direction of Song Mu.
At this moment, Song Mu's fingers gently left the white page of the scroll, and on the side of the blood word, the name of the word was mentioned.