The three demons woke up, but it was too late. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sword hung overhead, dripping and turning.

"Out!" Li Xianyuan drank and slapped the table with his pen.

Hum -

The circling long sword condensed, if it was spiritual, it instantly turned into an afterimage, easily piercing the body of the three demons, crossing the arc and hovering above Li Xianyuan's head, and the color would become a little lighter every time it rotated.

Looking at the three demons again, they glanced at each other, and the skin suddenly collapsed like a deflated ball, soft and shriveled. Three black shadows drilled out, screaming miserably and rushing straight out of the house, Fang Yi touched the door, the four characters on the door were full of light, and the skin that touched each other made a snorting sound, emitting foul-smelling black smoke, and screamed back.

The true colors of the three demons were also completely revealed. One big and two small, both are spider spirits, four pairs of compound eyes are crystal clear, and the body is bloated and ugly, no wonder they behave strangely after burrowing into the human skin. The sword wound pierced the wound and dark green mucus gushed from the outside of the wound.

"Come out again!" Li Xianyuan drank again.

The flying sword hovering above his head turned into an afterimage and attacked again, destroying the withering and decaying through the three demons, and the blood did not fall back to the top of his head.

Wen Ruyu was stunned. How did she know that Li Xianyuan could write meteorological poems casually and kill demons through poems!

In the face of the meteorological poem, the three monsters in the foundation building period had no power to fight back.

"Three out!" Li Xianyuan drank three times, ignoring the terrible roar in his ears.

Hum -

The flying sword, which had been almost transparent, burst out again, although it lost its initial momentum, its power was still not something that the three demons could resist, and it passed through the body and finally dispersed.

The three monsters rolled all over the ground, screaming miserably, and dark green juice poured all over the ground.

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly. The flying sword opened six holes in the three demons, but they were still not dead.

Monsters are hard to kill and difficult to kill. It's a pity that you can't control the flying sword in detail, otherwise you will go according to your head.

Is it my turn. Wen Ruyu said in her heart, and she was stunned and was about to step forward to clean up the mess, but she saw Li Xianyuan grab the brush on the table and write in the blank space of the rice paper.

And also!?

Wen Ruyu's narrow eyes widened.

"The morning chicken reported twice to the change, and Diao Dou was silent. ”

One sentence was completed, and a rooster crow suddenly echoed in the hall.

One sentence is a vision! Another weather poem!?

Li Xianyuan suddenly felt as if he hadn't heard the rooster's crow, and wrote intently, groaning aloud.

"The warm sun reflects the mountains and adjusts the righteousness, and the east wind enters the trees and dances in the cold. ”

The largest spider spirit waved its sharp limbs and rushed towards Li Xianyuan.

Li Xianyuan's face remained unchanged, and he didn't even stop writing. Haoran's qi leaked out from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a small shield in front of him, and his body was milky white, wandering around, occasionally forming cumbersome lines.

As soon as the spider limb touched the small shield condensed by Haoran's qi, it was obviously incorporeal and could penetrate it directly. The spider spirit let out a terrible sound, and the rest of its limbs and feet swayed wildly and shrank back.

If it is usually not afraid, but now it is seriously injured and its essence and blood are lost. The slightest hint of grandeur will make it miserable.

"Xuanche wants to know the sense of the world, and he must come to Dili to see it. ”

"Only then did Tu Su Ding Nian's teeth, and he only smiled at his sideburns and hair spots in his sitting. ”

The poem stopped writing, and the rooster crow sounded at the right time. Outside the window, the next moment, the morning light tore through the night and sprinkled all over the world.

The rooster crows at dawn.

"Sunrise?" Wen Ruyu exclaimed, and then realized that it was not. It was still dark outside, and this morning light was actually the vision of the poem.

The two slightly smaller spider spirits were dying, and the only slightly larger spider spirit was still alive, staring at Li Xianyuan with compound eyes and resentment, and his eight limbs were in front of his bloated body, and he was about to rush out when he smashed through the door.

Sawdust splattered, and two dilapidated doors swirled and flew out. However, in the next second, the sky was overwhelmed.

Under the scorching golden light, the miserable howl was like a terrible ghost, and the scalp of the listener was numb. The three spider spirits struggled and rolled on the ground, and the sound was huge. The bloated body melted like ice and snow and the sun and turned into ashes.

Li Xianyuan was prepared in advance, closed his eyes, and his divine consciousness appeared in Mingtang.

Two stars of similar shape appeared in the night sky, and a total of eight stars hung high in the void, echoing each other. However, except for the two new ones, the rest of the stars were dim, which was caused by the exhaustion of Haoran's qi.

Bai Juyi's "Li Duwei Ancient Sword" deserves to be a meteorological poem. The subsequent "Yuan Ri and Morning Chicken Two Times" was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Fang Gan in the previous life. Because it is in line with the majestic atmosphere here, it is blessed as a half-step meteorological poem.

The statue of the god has not changed, and there is no incense burner on the case.

The deep ravine behind him was as good as ever, if he hadn't learned from Black and White Impermanence that the Broken Spirit Root was born with it, he would really think that this was the culprit.

After more than ten breaths, Li Xianyuan opened his eyes, the room was restored as before, and outside the broken door was the courtyard under the night. Several piles of ash fell on the ground in front of the desk and outside the door. The three demons turned to ashes.

Accustomed to hearing the roars and screams of the three demons, he suddenly quieted down and felt a little uncomfortable, and the buzzing in his head only subsided after a while.

Lost.

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly. Although there were thousands of poems in his previous life, he could only remember part of his ears. Use one less song. It took two songs to deal with the three-headed monster, and one of them was Bai Juyi's poem, which was really not worth it. And he was delayed here for two days. If it is a novel, there are five or six chapters long, and the reader will inevitably have to talk about water.

Wen Ruyu's voice full of surprise sounded: "You actually killed the three-headed foundation monster......

Li Xianyuan nodded. Poetry is born from the heart. Li Xianyuan has no ill will towards Wen Ruyu, so she will naturally not be hurt.

It seemed incredible, beyond his imagination, Wen Ruyu repeated again: "You actually killed the three-headed Zhuji monster......

Li Xianyuan ignored her, glanced at the rice paper on which two poems were written on the case, picked it up with two fingers, and put it on the candle flame. After a breath, the rice paper ignites a fire. Li Xianyuan let go. The rice paper burned and flew around, turning into a cloud of ashes.

Wen Ruyu walked up, raised her slender hand slightly, and suddenly pinched Li Xianyuan's cheek and pulled it hard. While pinching, he said: "Why do I feel that I can't see through you more and more, tell me who you are and why you want to pretend to be Li Xianyuan." ”

"It's normal to see through foxes. Li Xianyuan said expressionlessly, because one cheek was pulled and his voice was slurred.

Probably thinking it was fun to pinch, Wen Ruyu had to inch in, and her other hand also grabbed Li Xianyuan's cheek, constantly pulling and kneading.

Li Xianyuan did not resist. Suddenly, Li Xianyuan's eyes shrank into a needle, staring at Wen Ruyu's back.

"Be careful!"

Wen Ruyu has no doubt about him. Fang has to dodge. But he remembered that Li Xianyuan was still there, and if he dodged it, Li Xianyuan would have no power to fight back. Suddenly turned around, his long narrow eyes turned sharp, and his eyes were vertical and violent.

But the front is empty, and there is no enemy.

"Where. Wen Ruyu's sharp eyes eased slightly, and she asked coldly.

didn't get a response, she couldn't help but look sideways, and saw Li Xianyuan he-

With a calm face, he walked to the table and carried the bamboo tube behind him, picked up the burden again, and his cheeks were still pinched out with a red: "We can go." ”

"What did you just see?" Wen Ruyu was stunned for a moment, then looked around the main hall again, and the vertical pupils in her eyes dissipated.

"Nothing. Li Xianyuan's face was expressionless: "I lied to you." ”