This poem is called:

Full! River! Red!"

Rumble~

The words have not yet come out, but a strong sense of words has swept in and swept all directions.

Behind Chu Yun, he saw a raging wind.

A magnificent and vast momentum flowed out of Chu Yun's body, enveloping the Quartet.

Under such momentum, the people who were still sneering just now were in their hearts, and their old eyes immediately wrinkled.

"What a strong momentum!"

"Could it be that this young man really knows how to compose poems and lyrics?"

Quite a few people's eyes widened.

Lu Xuexin's beautiful eyes also trembled slightly, and Feng Xinyan showed even more suspicion and shock.

Could it be that what Mu Qingxue said is true?

Chu Yun not only knows how to play piano music, but also poetry?

Just when everyone was surprised, Man Jianghong's first sentence had already fallen.

"Angry and angry,

Leaning on the railing,

Xiaoxiao rain break...."

Only the first sentence fell, and the atmosphere spread.

At that moment, everyone only felt that a majestic and vast aura swept in in an instant.

On Wensheng Lake, the originally thin figure also became tall and majestic in an instant!

The mountains, rivers and lakes are churning, and the buds of Wensheng are trembling.

"This~This~"

"How is this possible?"

Everyone was stunned.

They never thought that Chu Yun would really be able to compose poems.

And just the first sentence has already caused Wensheng Lake to riot.

That momentum, that majesty, is not weaker than Rong Zi'an.

"The blind cat touched the dead mouse, right?"

"Even if his first sentence is good, I can't do it, can he maintain such a level in his second sentence?" Cheng Chumo roared unwillingly.

He Cheng Chumo is a well-known writer in Xiandu City, he can't accept that his literary level is not as good as a young man?

When Cheng Chumo and the others whispered, Chu Yun's second sentence also fell.

On the mountain level and above the lake, I saw the young man standing with his hands in his hands, looking up into the distance, looking up to the sky and groaning.

"Look up at the sky, look up to the sky and roar, fierce and fierce!"

Rumble~

The momentum is even more brilliant, like a thousand ancient famous generals, questioning the world on the top of the high mountain.

Suddenly, thousands of lakes evaporated, and the rain curtain covered the sky as if covering the sky, and the terrifying momentum swept in all directions like waves.

"This~This~"

Cheng Chumo was completely sluggish.

A pair of old eyes stared wide.

He couldn't believe that the momentum of this second sentence was not only undiminished at all, but also stronger!

However, the tremors of the crowd did not last long, and Chu Yun's poems, like the waves of the nine heavens, continued to resound through the heavens and the earth.

The glorious momentum, the majestic poems, and the rapid and magnificent words echoed like thunder, and they kept exploding in everyone's hearts like thunderstorms.

It was as if a slap followed by a slap on everyone's faces, not giving people any respite at all.

Continuously, endlessly!

"Thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. ”

"Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad. ”

"Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing, and the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed. ”

"Drive a long car, step through the lack of Helan Mountain..."

......

Everyone was completely confused.

Under Chu Yun's endless poems, everyone was already trembling and could hardly breathe.

At the same time, as Chu Yun's poems continued to sound, those Wensheng buds also swayed violently as if they were alive.

The river is rolling, the mountains and rivers are trembling, and the buds of the holy flowers are also bright and bright.

Until the end, in the eyes of everyone's incredulous eyes, this full pool of Wensheng buds, after thousands of years of silence, slowly bloomed.

The blooming stamens, the swaying branches and leaves, and the dazzling fragrance, under Chu Yun's poem, actually led the moonlight and ran through the heavens and the earth.

If it was said that Ronghua had only attracted a few moonlight powers before, then at this time, on Wensheng Lake, there were almost thousands of moonlight powers.

The bright moonlight with a holy brilliance fell from the nine heavens and sprinkled this heaven and earth.

It seems that this pond is not full of lake water, but moonlight.

"It's... How is this possible?"

"Wen Shenghua has been open for thousands of years, and no one has ever allowed it to open?"

"This mere boy in front of him, he... He can actually make Wen Shenghua bloom?"

At the moment when they saw the pond full of flowers, it was difficult for everyone to remain calm.

Feng Xinyan's trembling jade hand covered her red lips, and her delicate body was slightly **.

Lu Xuexin's beautiful eyes widened, her pupils shrunk, and her heart was full of disbelief.

She couldn't accept it at all, what Rong Zi'an didn't do, Chu Yun actually did.

"He... He actually worked a miracle!!"

Someone lost his voice and called out directly.

"Impossible!"

"How is this possible?"

"How could a despicable luthier make such a poem. ”

"It can actually lead the holy flower to bloom!"

This Wensheng Pavilion was built by the ancestors of Wengong, and Rong Zi'an naturally knew what conditions had to be met before Wensheng could bloom.

It is only the poems of the saints, attracting the power of the saints, that can make the flowers of the saints bloom brightly.

Sage?

That's a kind of person that exists almost exclusively in legends.

Rong Zi'an couldn't accept it, Chu Yun actually did it, he really attracted the brilliance of the saint.

At this time, the lake is tumbling and the mountains and rivers are rioting.

Countless Wen Shenghua swayed, and the power of the moonlight that was pulled was as rich as a surging river and sea.

Under such magnificent movements, not only the heaven and earth here, but even the entire Wensheng Pavilion are violently a**.

Even in the Imperial Palace, thousands of miles away, a huge earthquake was felt.

Ronghua, Xing Jiutian, and even Zixi Fairy, Wine Sword Immortal and countless other highly respected people in the entire Immortal Capital City all frowned at this time, and they all looked up into the distance.

I saw that in a place outside the nine heavens, there was a divine light descending into the world, and the dazzling light almost penetrated the heavens and the earth, and it was as bright as day.

"There..."

"Wensheng Pavilion!"

"This is the ?!! of the Holy Introduction"

Thinking of this, the pupils of the Nine Palaces Kingdom Lord immediately shrank, and the Prime Minister Ronghua's face changed greatly, and his body trembled.

Thousands of years later, could it be that there is a saint in the Nine Palaces Immortal Kingdom?

"Quick, go to Wensheng Pavilion!"

"Who the hell is it?"

"Who attracted the power of the saint and made the saint bloom!"

At this time, in the Wensheng Pavilion, everyone had already lost their voices, full of shock and trembling, and they couldn't say a word at all.

But they didn't know that the movement here had already shaken the entire Xiandu City.

The Prime Minister and the Lord of the Nine Palaces are all frantically rushing here at this time.

The lake is tumbling at your feet, the flowers are blooming behind you, and the moon is lingering in front of you.

At this time, Chu Yun was like the god of spring coming to the world. In the endless sea of flowers, Chu Yun stood with his hands in his hands, with a sneer on his face, and Man Jianghong's last sentence immediately shocked the Quartet.

"Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood. ”

"Start from scratch and clean up the old mountains and rivers"

Heavens!

Rumble~

The wild sweep, the waves are monstrous, and the endless moonlight gathers wildly.

Under the moonlit night, those flowers of the saints seemed to be summoned, swaying violently, blooming with dazzling brilliance in the sky.

Then, everyone saw that under the nine heavens, the surging moonlight like the abyssal sea condensed into a moonlight divine sword in an instant.

At the moment when the sword of Yuehua took shape, everyone only felt that the heavens and the earth had lost their color.

In everyone's eyes, only the incomparably brilliant moonlight giant sword remained.

At the moment when he saw this sword, Rong Zi'an's face turned white.

Miserable!

In my heart, there is a fear of death, and madness swept out.

At the same time, at this time, the young man in front of him who stood proudly in the sky and earth was holding the sword of moonlight and slashed down.

The domineering figure is like a proud intestine, seven points have become moonlight, and three points have become sword qi, and a single spit is enough to kill the world.

"No!"

"I am the holy son of Wengong, after the prime minister, how dare you kill me?"

Rong Zi'an was already completely panicked, his eyes were about to split, looking at the sword light that penetrated the heavens and the earth, and he almost wanted to despair. Horrified, he roared like a mad dog.

But Chu Yun turned a deaf ear, and in the endless fireworks, he stood proudly with a smile.

Quietly watched the moonlight sweep away.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light is cold in nineteen states!

In the moment the sword slashed, the whole world darkened.

In everyone's eyes, there was no sky, no earth, only the sword qi left.

How strong is the power of the moonlight attracted by these thousands of Wen Holy Flowers, and the majestic momentum has already far surpassed that of Jindan. Under such a sword momentum, no one thought that Rong Zi'an would be able to survive.

Everyone was already frightened, Lu Xuexin's pretty face was even whiter, and her delicate body trembled and almost fell to the ground.

They never thought that in this battle of poetry, the one who might fall in the end was the holy son of Wengong, Rong Zi'an!

"No~"

"Chu Yun, how dare you kill me?"

In the sky-high sword aura, Rong Zi'an's hoarse cry was heard.