"Boom!"

"Boom!"

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Gradually, gradually, these Devil May Cry sounds seemed to suddenly condense into one.

In an instant, the sound of the devil crying that lingered in everyone's ears rose to a new level!

Not only echoed on Ningxin Island, but even faintly affected the entire Lingyun Jedi!

Everyone's hearts were shaken!

"What's going on? I feel like I have a ghost crying in my heart, except for the sound in my ears!"

"The poem has become a weeping ghost and god? But now this poem has not been completed! Why is it so loud!"

"Why can't I find the slightest mistake in this poem?

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As the sound of Devil May Cry continued to spread, reverberate, and penetrate the heart, the exclamations of the various Wenxiu also continued to come out.

As for the monks who watched the excitement, most of them had been suppressed by this momentum at this time.

At this time, there was only one thought in their hearts: Where did this kid come from?

And Zhang Tiannan, who was still disdainful before, is now as pale as earth, looking at Lin Chen in a daze, but he can't say half a word.

As for the three Huang Fu Ning who were watching from a corner, they even had the urge to beat their chests wildly.

Because it was as if they had a vision in their minds...... With this first word, Lin Chen overwhelmed Zhang Tiannan, and then became famous!

But the most important thing for them was that this scene could not have been possible...... If they hadn't come up with this "bad idea"!

And if Lin Chen can really show his prestige this time, then the three of them are the real "behind-the-scenes heroes"!

Thinking of this, the three of them looked at me and I at you, as if they were seeking to comfort each other and comfort the wounded little heart.

In their impression, Lin Chen is indeed very good at writing poetry!

But it doesn't come to that point!

The sound of Devil May Cry reached the depths of everyone's hearts, and even affected the entire Lingyun Jedi!

At the beginning of the exchange event, his poems were far from reaching such a level!

Could it be that in just two months, his level of literature and Taoism has improved again?

Huang Fu Ning and the other three couldn't figure it out because they scratched their scalps, so they had to watch with mixed feelings as Lin Chen continued to write words with branches.

In the middle of Ningxin Island, in a clearing.

Lin Chen held the long branch in his hand, and wrote "Fixing the Storm" in the dirt slowly, and his heart was also pounding.

He who can most deeply feel the power of this poem, and he also has an indescribable shock at this time.

"What's going on? Why is it that I personally went into battle and wrote with a tree branch, which is much better than the poems written by Liang Feng with my ink frost Xuanjing pen?"

"What is the reason for this? My father taught me that "Fixing the Storm" is really so strong?"

"I don't think so! Obviously, I feel that this word is not much different from my past poems!"

"Could it be that it's because of me? Because of the contract I want to come, the law of Wendao has blessed me with more power?"

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After thinking about it, Lin Chen could only temporarily attribute the reason for the great increase in literary power to his own contract.

However, now he doesn't have too much leisure and elegance to think about it, but is determined to complete this song "Fixing the Storm" as soon as possible.

"Bang!"

The twigs and dirt rubbed against each other, and a slight noise was heard.

The immeasurable righteousness gushed out from the ground and went straight through the sky.

However, very suddenly, the words in the vast divine white light became extremely clear, even a mortal could see them from afar!

I saw that those words were shining with golden light at this time, and they were exceptionally clear against the white light.

This gold color is faintly consistent with the golden glow of Lin Chen's golden scroll.

The golden word, from the ground bloomed countless bright lights, also dazzling.

"Can you write gold characters with tree branches?"

"What's going on?

"This kid, is it really from the dynasty?"

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The screams came and went, and countless people looked at each other.

Soon, the lower part of the word was also written by Lin Chen.

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The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.

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When the last stroke was finished, there was an almost infinite amount of golden light radiating from the words of the entire song "Fixing the Storm"!

In the vast white and righteous atmosphere, those golden lights do not look abrupt at all, but are set off even more beautifully!

Sacred!

Gorgeous!

Stately!

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It seems that it is difficult to use any words to embellish the scene in front of you.

At this moment, the swordsman on Zhang Tiannan's side at the Forest of Steles had been overwhelmed by the golden light, and no one cared about it.

"Pen falls?" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

When everyone heard this, they fixed their eyes to take a look.

In the next moment, there was already endless frenzy in the eyes of many people!

Because, everyone clearly saw that within the range of the golden light, a Wendao meteorology was slowly condensing.

The previous scholars who wrote poems in the stone tablet to ridicule Lin Chen, at this time, they all wanted to find a hole to get into.

And Zhang Tiannan also showed shame and indignation in his eyes at this time, and he no longer had the majesty and solemnity of the past.

Because at this time, he seemed to feel the constant hot swelling and pain on his face.

"This must be an illusion!" he stared at Wen Dao Meteorology in the golden light, breathing rapidly, "Even if the condensation is successful, it will definitely not be comparable to my Wen Dao Meteorology! The movement is so big, it must be a bluff! Yes, it must be so!"

Zhang Tiannan naturally didn't want to admit that a junior who came out of the dynasty could overwhelm himself in the literary fight!

However, his heart still couldn't help beating wildly, extremely nervous!

Because of that unique Wendao atmosphere, it is infinitely close to appearing!

Then, after competing with the two sides, the results of this cultural fight will also be known!

After seeing all kinds of amazing phenomena, even if he was as calm as Zhang Tiannan, he couldn't control his confidence and was panicked.

"Boom!"

Dark clouds condensed in the sky, and at the same time, golden thunder descended, splitting into the dirt where Lin Chen wrote "Fixing the Storm".

"Boom, boom!"

The entire Ningxin Island was shaken.

"Huh?"

The Blood Armor General, who had been hidden in the sky, overlooking everything, narrowed his eyes.

"Whew!"

He drew the blood-colored knife that crumbled at his waist.

Then, slashing at the dark cloud.