The aura vibrate, and the students also felt it, and the surprise in their hearts was no less than that of the students.

Wang Zhongzhong could naturally feel it, looking at Lin Chong fiercely, with a lot of thoughts, and secretly ruthless in his heart, he must not let Lin Chong behave.

"The aura is shaking, and the poem that this student is going to do seems to be at least two or more shocks. Congratulations, my Yucheng is going to show my face in Zhuozhou this time. It's been so many years that a genius has finally come out. ”

"Yes, the last time there was a person in Yucheng who could shake the aura, it seemed that it was more than twenty years ago, and the student surnamed Wang was a blockbuster, but unfortunately he disappeared later. ”

"This time, we must ensure that this seedling is protected and that no accidents occur to him. ”

"Hehe, don't worry, let him finish the poem first. Even if he deliberately makes trouble this time, I will fight for the official body to protect him. ”

"Me too, I didn't expect the old man to be old enough to have a talented man under his rule, and I will protect this son. ”

"So do we. ”

After the scholars finished speaking, they all looked at Lin Chong, their eyes full of anticipation.

The so-called aura is the standard for Tian Yuan Continent to evaluate whether the poems are good or bad.

Most poems can't make the aura vibrate, and generally only have a trace of resonance with the aura, so that the poems have a certain effect.

And the number of poems that can make the aura vibrate is very small, and the more times it vibrates, the stronger the effect, since the records of the Tian Yuan Continent, a poem has vibrated at most six times.

In addition, the original author of a poem can exert the power of the poem is greater, and the power of the borrower can be used is much smaller, and it is very good to be able to achieve Liu Chengcheng.

The more times the poems are shaken, the higher the requirements for the user, even if it is Lin Chong, who is cultivating the physical body at the same time, the current resonance of the body and aura can only allow him to use the poems of three shocks at most.

When Wang Zhongzhong was thinking about how to suppress Lin Chong, the academic officials beside him started talking, and they seemed to be very optimistic about Lin Chong.

"Hmph, genius! It seems that Lin Chong, this kid, can't stay. Wang Zhongzhong didn't speak, thinking about countermeasures.

In the exam room.

The aura of heaven and earth vibrated as Lin Chong's first word began to fall into the pen, until the fifth word, the name of the poem appeared on the paper, and at this time, a vision appeared in the sky.

Lin Chong's pen did not stop, and at this moment he entered a certain unspeakable state.

The poem he is writing comes from the poem of killing the enemy made by the great writer of Shenzhou before he crossed the world.

There are many lines in this poem, which can be written in one go, can be separated, and the whole poem is magnificent, which can attract the power of heaven and earth to make the enemy's heart frightened.

Lin Chong estimated that with the heaven and earth aura that he could attract now, he might be able to write four sentences with all his strength.

Proud of the Nine Heavens

One

[Xuanhe is an ancient sword,

Whistling wind and clouds are all west and east. 】

After writing the two sentences, Lin Chong's forehead was already sweating, and his body was trembling.

At this time, there were already dark clouds gathering in the sky, and the aura turned into a trace of murderous aura shuttling through the clouds, appearing and disappearing.

Keep writing.

[The sun and the moon are the thunder of the body. 】

In the third sentence, the dark clouds in the sky are already very thick, the sun is gone, the lightning and thunder in the clouds are thundering, and the murderous aura faintly shows the appearance of a sword.

"Poof!"

After the third sentence was written, Lin Chong's body shook and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This poem was beyond the scope of what he could control now, and at this time he was no longer resonating with the aura, but using the chaotic clouds in his mind to absorb the aura and gather power.

This poem must be written, otherwise it will be too late, Lin Chong went out and gritted his teeth fiercely, the only thought in his heart was that the fourth sentence must be written, and he could not give up his efforts.

Lifting the pen is two more words on the paper.

[Splitting the mountain.] 】

"Poof!"

Another mouthful of blood sprayed on the paper.

[Broken Yue. 】

"Poof!"

At this moment, Lin Chong's face was no longer bloodless, his feet were weak, and he almost fell.

"Lin Chong, don't be reluctant, it will hurt the foundation!" a scholar shouted.

"It's almost out of sight, is it getting dark so fast? No, there are three more words that must be written. ”

Lin Chong, whose consciousness was a little blurry, tried his best to open his eyes a slit, and picked up the pen again to finish writing the last three words.

Forcibly absorbing the aura is tantamount to going against the sky, once the aura riots, Lin Chong may die.

Time passes slowly.

Lin Chong's pen never fell, although he couldn't vomit blood, one eye couldn't be opened, but his hand was holding the pen and not letting go.

"I'm here to help you finish this poem!"

Without warning, a majestic voice suddenly sounded in the sky, and a trace of pale golden aura fell from the sky and submerged into Lin Chong's body.

"It's the voice of Lord Wu, the dean of the Zhuozhou Academy of Literature and the superintendent of the Second Grade!"

Someone among the scholars heard who was coming from the voice in the air and shouted excitedly.

The pale golden aura entered his body, and Lin Chong felt that the strength of his body was gradually recovering, while the chaotic cloud in his brain stopped absorbing the aura, and he seemed unwilling to come into contact with this aura.

After a few breaths, Lin Chong's eyes opened suddenly, his expression was radiant, a trace of light flashed, and the pen in his hand instantly fell on the paper.

【Ren Zongheng!】

The last three words were finally written, and Lin Chong sat on the stool.

The strength of the whole body seems to have been hollowed out, and it is finally over.

Lin Chong knew that what he could do had already been done, so he waited to see if the poem could achieve the desired effect.

[Xuanhe is an ancient sword,

Whistling wind and clouds are all west and east.

The sun and the moon are thunder,

Splitting the mountain and breaking the mountain!]

After the whole poem was written, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the sword turned into spiritual energy was cut directly from the clouds.

The huge aura sword really pressed down like a mountain and slashed into the academy.

At this time, everyone knew that it was true that Lin Chong said that there was a demon clan in the Academy of Literature just now, and under the oppression of the Spiritual Qi Sword, hundreds of students suddenly fled to the gate of the Academy of Literature desperately.

In the blink of an eye, these fleeing students exuded a trace of demonic energy.

Sure enough, these students are inseparable from the demon clan.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the aura sword slashed the ground of the Academy.

The strange thing is that after this aura sword slashed into the Academy, everyone was unscathed, and after making a loud noise after making contact with the ground, it turned into a radiant aura, piercing the bodies of those students who were fleeing for their lives towards the gate of the Academy.

After the aura of the aura of the aura sword entered the body, it directly began to kill the demon qi.

The demon flower sporozoites that burrowed into the body of the mat came out of the body one after another, crawling in all directions.

At this time, the demon flower sporozoites were no longer what Lin Chong had when he saw them, but they were all blood-red and larger.

Seeing this scene, Lin Chong couldn't help but be afraid for a while, if it was some later time, these students would be hopeless, and they would definitely gradually become demons, and they would never recover.

After the blood-red demon flower sporozoites appeared, the scholars and soldiers did not hesitate at all, and quickly killed them.

And those infected students were also taken away by the incoming Black Armor Army and sent to a special place for isolation, and their fate was decided after a period of observation.