Rong Zi'an agreed to Chu Yun's challenge, not just for the sake of a battle of will, he naturally had other considerations.

That is, Chu Yun will be completely abolished on this Wensheng Lake tonight, so tomorrow's Tianjiao battle, the Qin Palace will naturally have no one to come out, and he will be defeated without a fight.

At that time, their Qin Palace will really lie down and enter the finals.

What's more, this Wen Shenghu is the home of their Wen Palace people, and with the power of the moon seduced by Wen Shenghua, Rong Zi'an's strength can reach a little peak again.

"I, a person from the Wen Palace, can I still be on top of poetry and lose to others?"

Rongzi Ansheng is in his hand, and he is in his chest.

Then he stepped on the ground, and his thin figure immediately rose to the sky.

Like a flying swallow in the sky, after Rong Zi'an jumped away from the long pavilion, his figure immediately fell on the surface of the lake.

On Wensheng Lake, Rongzi stands on the water.

At his feet, the clear surface of the lake rippled, and the breeze blew and lifted the tips of his forehead. Facing the water and lining the moonlight, at this time, this holy son of the Wen Palace is so graceful and extraordinary, almost instantly, he captured the hearts of countless women around him.

Even Lu Xuexin, looking at the young man in the middle of the lake, was full of brilliance.

At this time, this holy son of the Wengong Palace is very charming.

Rongzi stood with his eyes in all directions, and shouted proudly: "Qin Palace Holy Son, please?"

Call~

The sound waves swept in, bringing up a violent wind like a tide.

The vast water of Wensheng Lake immediately tumbled, and the waves were like boiling water, rippling wave after wave.

Chu Yun smiled lightly and was about to get up and go forward.

"Chu Yun!"

"You can think clearly. ”

"Fighting on this Wensheng Lake, for Wengong, is like a fish in water, like a tiger with wings. ”

"And Rong Zi'an has already entered the Jindan Middle Realm, and his strength is super hot. ”

"It's hard to win against him here. ”

"Is it too late to stop?"

"With me to help you, as long as you want to leave, Rong Zi'an will definitely not be able to stop you!"

Feng Xinyan rushed through the crowd, but grabbed Chu Yun and anxiously persuaded him, not wanting him to join the battle.

After all, in Feng Xinyan's opinion, the dispute between Chu Yun and Rong Zi'an was all caused by her.

It was precisely because she refused Rong Zi'an and had dinner with Chu Yun. Only then did Rong Zian hate Chu Yun.

If he hadn't invited Chu Yun to the banquet, he would naturally not have such a thing.

It was the trouble she brought to Chu Yun, and Feng Xinyan felt very guilty. If Chu Yun was seriously injured again because of this, Feng Xinyan would only feel even more guilty.

Of course, she didn't want to see Chu Yun take an impulsive risk.

"Holy Son of Chu Yun, why don't you come to the battle yet?"

"Are you scared?"

"A gentleman should keep his word. If the Holy Son of Chu Yun was afraid and repented, it would be the face of the Qin Palace that he would lose. Above the lake, Rong Zi'an sneered, still exaggerating Chu Yun with his words.

Feng Xinyan's brows immediately furrowed, and she turned her head and shouted coldly: "Rong Zi'an, if you really want to fight, I Feng Xinyan can accompany you." Why do you have to provoke Chu Yun?"

"You know that he is a violinist, and it is impossible for him to be familiar with poetry. It's really despicable that you've behaved like this!"

While speaking, Feng Xinyan's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and Yuan Li surged, it seemed that she was really ready to fight on behalf of Chu Yun.

Rong Zi'an's face immediately changed.

He was confident that he could abuse Chu Yun, but he didn't have the confidence to deal with Feng Xinyan.

This woman is about the same as Gong Ming, even if she wins, it will be a miserable victory, and it will inevitably delay the major events of the Third Highness.

Rong Zi'an's face was pale, but he snorted coldly: "Feng Xinyan, this is my grudge with Chu Yun, I advise you to be nosy!"

"If you really want to ask me for advice, after the Tianjiao War, my Rongzi'an will come to visit and learn. But now, Ben Shengzi is not available to accompany him. ”

"You~" No matter how good Feng Xinyan's temper is, a little anger is also emerging at this time.

Just as Feng Xinyan was about to burst out, a palm suddenly reached out from behind and stopped the Holy Maiden of Fengqing Palace.

"Xinyan, you just have to watch this matter. ”

"Even if I, Chu Yun, am not good, I won't let a woman stand up for me. Chu Yun pulled Feng Xinyan over, but walked towards the lake.

Feng Xinyan was angry: "You~"

"You're going to do it, right?"

"This fairy doesn't care about you. ”

Feng Xinyan turned around and left angrily, but she came back obediently halfway through.

Chu Yun was invited by her to come, and if something happened to Chu Yun, she felt guilty.

"Hey... Let's save him depending on the situation. ”

Feng Xinyan sighed, but watched helplessly.

"Sister Xinyan, don't worry, our Holy Son is very good at fried chicken. ”

"I believe in our Son. Mu Qingxue walked over and pulled the corner of Feng Xinyan's clothes to help Chu Yun speak.

Feng Xinyan smiled: "Chu Yun is really blessed to have your junior sister who believes in him so much. ”

Mu Qingxue's pretty face immediately turned a little red.

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On Wensheng Lake.

Chu Yun stood with his hands in his hands and walked on the water.

The water is rippling under your feet, and the buds of Wensheng are scattered.

Before him, it was Rong Zi'an who sneered with a sneer on his face: "Chu Yun, you really dare to write with me here." ”

"It's really daring!"

"But it seems to me that you are acting like a fool. ”

"My palace enters the Tao with literature, builds the palace with literature, and poetry and articles are our strengths. ”

"I really don't know where you got the courage to stand here and fight against this holy son?"

In the face of Rong Zi'an's ridicule, Chu Yun was unmoved.

Still standing with his hands in his hands, his feet were sparkling, and the young man's expression was flat: "Are you done talking nonsense?"

"Let's get started. ”

"The deity doesn't like to waste too much time with ants. ”

"Stinky boy, you're still looking for death. In that case, this Holy Son is as you wish!" Rong Zi'an's face was gloomy, and he immediately drank it, and his whole body exploded with Yuan power.

At his feet, the surface of the lake immediately rolled, countless waves exploded like faces, and the water splashed like swords.

In the curtain of water that covered the sky, Rongzi smiled proudly, his eyes full of calm.

"Chu Yun, listen up, my poem is called "Killing God"!"

The words fell, and a touch of awe-inspiring momentum immediately swept in all directions.

The momentum swept and the lake churned.

In the endless water curtain, I saw the handsome young man, treading water and standing proudly, raising his head and chanting.

"It's rare to be an only child, and you dare to fight for nine days alone. ”

The first sentence is magnificent.

On the Wensheng Lake, everyone only felt that a mighty momentum swept over, and the flowers of Wensheng swayed violently all over the pool. The power of Yuehua is like a swimming dragon, falling from the sky, enveloping Rong Zi'an's entire body.

Under the divine light, Rong Zi'an continued to chant poetry loudly.

The power of the moon was then pulled, like a dragon and tiger soaring, stirring the wind and rain.

In the end, that Yuehua condensed into a sword. Wensheng Lake boiled violently and tumbled, and the waves were rough for nine days.

At the same time, Rong Zi'an's last line of poetry was full of momentum, like a sword piercing the sky, slashing down angrily.

"Holding the two-foot sword of the breeze, slashing the gods and demons at the top and the immortals at the bottom!!"

"Immortal~Immortal~"

The majestic and domineering words are like thunder and explosion.

This heaven and earth trembled. The entire Wensheng Lake is churning like an angry sea.

Boundless water waves, rising to the sky.

The bright moon, from above the nine heavens, runs down.

Then, in the shocked and violent eyes of everyone, I saw that invisibly, there was already a mountain of swords and a sea of swords on this Wensheng Lake, and where it entered the eyes, the sound of swords was endless.

"It's... This... It's..."

"Poetry becomes a knife, words are like a sword!"

"This Holy Son of the Wen Palace, has he learned to such a realm?"

"I'm afraid it's only a size away from the realm of the immortals, right?"

Seeing such a mighty momentum, everyone trembled. I only felt that the Holy Son of Wengong was extremely terrifying, and it was terrifying.

Then, in the trembling eyes of everyone, the sword mountain and sword sea condensed by the power of Yuehua were directly beheaded by the young man surnamed Chu under the traction of Ronghua.

"What a good one holds the two-foot sword of Qingfeng, slashing gods and demons and slashing immortals!"

"The Holy Son of the Qin Palace, I'm afraid I'm going to die. Cheng Chumo shouted excitedly.

Not only Cheng Chumo, but everyone in the audience, while marveling at Rong Zi'an's terrifying poetic might, was also like Chu Yun casting a pity gaze.

"Haha~"

"What the hell is that idiot?"

"I actually compared poetry with Wen Gong and killed myself, no wonder others. ”

"Look at him, he's still standing there, he guess he's already stayed, right?"

"Haha.. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to do poetry. ”

Many people were laughing, Lu Xuexin shook her head for a while, Feng Xinyan was ready to come to the rescue.

However, on the holy lake of Nawen, the young man still stood indifferently, looking at the sword mountain and sword river made of poems in front of him, Chu Yun stood on the water, with a sneer on his face.

Subsequently, the words of the young man's domineering immediately echoed in all directions.

"Listen, this song, called...."

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