The crowd retreated, giving way to the open space in front of the god (temple diàn), and Haxilin said in a loud voice: "Wren, Yatitz, the courage to pursue (爱ài) (情qíng) is what the lady is happy to see, but before the lady's god (temple diàn), I don't want to see anyone die because of this, you must be restrained in your sword competition, and you must not cause damage to the garden of the god (temple diàn)." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. ”

As soon as Yatetz responded, there was action.

He reached out and plucked the lyre behind his back, and the strings vibrated to make a beautiful sound.

This instrument is a very unique enchanted equipment, and the sound of the instrument has magical fluctuations, and the sound waves fall on Yatitz (body shēn), making his eyes brighter and more energetic, and the shadow of (body shēn) becomes lighter, as if it wants to merge into the sound of the piano, moving with the sound.

Wren listened to the sound of the piano, but did not make any moves, but was interested in Yatetz's methods.

When he observed Yatetz up close just now, he found that this person's soul element was very rare, and it was a very rare magic swordsman.

Ordinary magic swordsmen, after the soul transformation is advanced, will choose to fuse the affinity elements of a certain elemental class, attach the elemental power to the sword, and combine it with swordsmanship, which is extremely powerful.

And Yatetz does not fuse the elements of affinity, but the "shape of sound".

Wren had just recently finished reading the Book of a Thousand Souls, and he recognized this rare element at a glance, which is an ability that can be activated with both soul power and physical strength.

The shape of sound can integrate soul power into the sound to form a substance, achieving self-gain or attacking the enemy.

In essence, this is also a form of magic, but in a different way.

Yatetz takes the shape of sound as the core element, and integrates several elements such as "illusion technique", "psychological suggestion", "motivation technique", "deceleration force field", "roar", etc., and combines them around the transmission of sound to achieve various combat effects.

I have to say, it's a pretty magical idea.

This is almost a new transcendent class, belonging to the branch of the Demon Swordsman, Wren is curious, what should this rare class be called?

Bard? or Bard's Swordsman?

Wren had long discovered that Yatetz was not the only one who possessed the form of sound.

The priests present, and three others, like Yatetz, took the form of sound as the core, incorporating various elements of sound.

This should be a new profession for the faithful that the long-haired lady has created, similar to the clergy of other churches, but it is not perfect. ”

Many thoughts flashed through Wren's mind, and suddenly, the rhythm of the piano suddenly changed, and the killing intent was everywhere.

The lyre behind Yatetz was driven by soul power, and sound waves were constantly emitted, enveloping a large area.

The sound went straight into his brain, like a magic sound, with a daunting connotation, which made Wren's mind sluggish, and he lost a trace of Yatetz in front of him.

In the next second, the light of a long sword rippled out from the side of the sword (body shēn) side, and the blade was shining, and at the same time, it was vibrating at an extremely fast speed, sending out sound waves one after another.

Each sound wave is like substance, like a transparent blade, sweeping in.

Behind the blade of the sword in the sky was Yatetz, who stared at Wren with a cold killing intent in his eyes.

The sword flashed.

Almost at the same moment, Rayne's (身shēn) shadow brush vanished, and the sword swung into the air, and a dozen sonic blades slashed into the ground, leaving a scratch.

He charged. ”

Yates reacted quickly, stretched out his hand to pluck the lyre, and the sound of the piano changed again, like a circle of ripples.

Sonic caught up with Wren as he charged, and he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, slowing down a bit.

Wren knows that this is the "deceleration force field".

Without looking back, he continued to rush forward, changing direction, and the shadow drew an arc, and the short sword in his hand thrust into the side of the sword, like a long eye in the back of his head, and stabbed Yatetz, who was rushing to catch up.

"How did he find me?"

Yates was caught off guard, he obviously covered up the footsteps under the sound of the piano, and the speed was so fast that he was actually discovered in advance.

When there was a bang, the two swords clashed.

Wren didn't want to break Viola's best dagger, so he only used thirty percent of his strength.

Even so, Yatetz was still a little difficult to resist, the right hand holding the sword was numb, the vibrating blade immediately stopped, and the sonic blades disappeared one after another.

Wren took a leap forward, and the short sword rushed forward, simply stabbing the emperor with a single swordsmanship.

Precise, fast, and strong.

The short sword pierced the air, and the tip of the sword was like a little cold, which made people's hearts palpitate.

Yatez parried with his sword and opened his mouth to let out a "roar".

Roar is a very common element, using sound to scare the enemy, and after being strengthened by the sound shape, it comes out of Yatetz's mouth, and the shock effect is comparable to that of Dread.

Wren, however, turned a deaf ear to the roar, as if he couldn't hear it.

He was not disturbed in any way, and the short sword in his hand was fast and accurate, without the slightest pause.

When!

Yatertz barely managed to cross his sword in front of him, blocking the thrust.

The huge force from the sword made him involuntarily retreat, but before he could unload his strength and adjust his steps, Wren's short sword stabbed in front of him again.

The cold light flickered, and the sharp spirit struck.

Yatetz had no other way but to use his long sword to block, and this exhausting defense made him master many of the advanced swordsmanship, none of which he could use.

Dangdang!

Wren stabbed many swords in a row to overwhelm people, and he used the simplest straight stab of this move, ((forcing bī)bī) to get Yatertz to retreat in embarrassment, and he couldn't even dodge.

Although Yatetz's lyre is still making sounds, changing sound waves all the time, and all sorts of side magic, trying to interfere with Wren, it doesn't work at all.

Wren's eyes were focused, like a deaf man, and he couldn't hear at all.

This made the priests watching the battle dumbfounded.

Yatetz's swordsmanship, they have all learned, and there is no one to beat in the Church of Good Faith in Longshande, but they didn't expect to be pressed and beaten by Wren except for the first sword that showed a little power.

What surprised them the most was that Wren's swordsmanship was just one move, but it had such amazing power.

The open space in front of the god (temple diàn) was not large, and Yatec withstood a few short sword stabs before retreating to the edge of the garden.

He was going crazy with depression, but he couldn't think of a way to crack it.

The right hand holding the sword almost lost consciousness, and the tiger's mouth had long been shaken by the terrible force.

"What kind of dog (fart) swordsmanship is this......"

"I can't lose!"

Yatertz screamed frantically in his heart, and suddenly, the long sword in his hand let out a bang, and the blade broke in response.

His mind was blank, his sword was a high-quality enchanted weapon, and its texture was extremely tough, how could it be broken by a spell-casting short sword?

Then, Yatetz saw the broken sword that flew out, and was caught by Wren with his bare hands.

The sharp blade of the sword failed to cut through Wren's hand, but instead turned around and plunged into his own (chest xiōng) mouth!

As the pain came, he looked in disbelief that he had been defeated like this, and that he was about to lose his life.

Wren took two steps back and said in a low voice: "The tip of the sword is only a little short of your heart, as long as you don't move, you can't die." ”

Yatertz shuddered when he heard this, and stood in place, not daring to move, for fear of involving a broken sword and piercing his heart.

He looked down at his own (chest xiōng) mouth, revealing a half-truncated sword.

Only then did he realize that each of Wren's straight stabs was accurately hit at the same point on the sword, so he could break his sword.

Yatetz's heart was shocked, and he coughed, his face turned pale with pain, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

The surrounding priests also heard Wren's words, and they were all amazed by Wren's swordsmanship, which seemed simple and coarse, but in fact it was meticulous and had unimaginable control.

President Hasilyn came over to inspect Yatetz's injuries, and found that, as Wren had said, he couldn't die if he didn't move.

There are several priests with divine arts, and they can save Yatetz by carefully drawing their broken swords.

Wren returned the dagger to Viola and said, "Your Excellency, I won the sword competition. Shouldn't the results of the poems just now be announced?"

"Yes. ”

Hacilin nodded, glanced at Yatetz with some sympathy, and immediately announced: "Wren's poems are better written, better than Yates." ”

Even if you have a little premonition, when you hear this result, you still feel that it is very unreal.

The most talented poet in Longsander, Yatetz, lost to a young man from the countryside in his best (情qíng) poem!

"I, no, I believe it!"

Yatetz endured the pain, and a few words burst out of his mouth.

He was so mad that he wanted to snatch the paper with the poem written on it from the hand of President Hasilin, but he didn't even dare to move, he could only stare at Wren, his eyes bloodshot.

The originally handsome face became hideous and distorted at this moment.

Wren frowned, noticing that the Blood Soul Curse in Yatetz's soul was moving, nourished by the negative (情qíng) emotions, and quickly grew, stretching out a few black tentacles.

This is a sign that the curse is about to begin.

Wren was still hesitating to warn him, but Hacillin sensed the abnormality and raised his hand to release a tranquilization spell that alleviated Yatetz's pain and dispelled the negativity.

In the soul, the Blood Soul Curse immediately shrank.

Yatetz himself was unaware of all this, and continued: "I do not believe that this unlearned barbarian can write better poetry than I ......."

Not only him, but the other priests also thought it was ridiculous, and they all looked at the poem in Hasilin's hand.

Everyone wanted to know what poetry Wren had written.

Viola had long wanted to show the poem to the people, and saluted Hasilin and said, "Your Excellency, please recite it." ”

"It's my pleasure. Hasilin was glad to spread the poem, and he lifted his nose and glasses and read it aloud:

"When you're old, your hair is gray, you're sleepy.

Tired of sitting by the fireside, take down the book,

Reading slowly, chasing the eyes of the dream,

The feminine splendor and the deep shadow,

How many people (爱ài) have had the film of your green (春chūn).

(爱ài) live your beauty, with hypocrisy or truth (情qíng),

There is only one (love) in the heart of your pilgrim,

(Love ài) the traces of time on your mourning face......"

In the midst of the heart-pounding poetry, Wren and Viola walked hand in hand into the gate of the temple (temple diàn), and this time, no one stopped them.

Yatertz watched the backs of the two disappear into the temple diàn, his face turned pale, and he listened to Hasilin's recitation, one after another, like a heavy hammer, smashing into his heart one after another.

Before he finished reading a poem, there was a pop of blood, and he was immediately planted on the ground.

(ps: There should be another chapter in the evening.,The next (情qíng) section can't be written in detail.,I don't want to 404...... ）

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