Chapter 384: Murder Song

Chapter 384: Murder Song

In the cold wind, the incense candle that still sparked looked so weak that its dust was scattered all over the ground.

Now the incense candles seemed to be about to burn out, and when everyone thought that Ye Chen was going to give up, Ye Chen got up in vain.

In the stunned gaze of the surroundings, Ye Chen held the pen and stared with his eyes, the temperament of the whole person was not as sharp as Fengyunxiao, and it was not as full of killing intent as Situ Fang.

The cold wind swept up the long hair in front of Ye Chen's forehead, and a trace of murderous aura spread out, this was the killing intent that belonged to Ye Chen, and it belonged to the restrained killing intent.

The wine was sprinkled all over the ground at will, and the wine was also sprinkled on the brush and ink, and the unique fragrance of its light dance wine wafted out, causing everyone to be surprised.

His eyes slowly closed, Ye Chen was waiting, waiting for the moment when his spirit and spirit were at their peak, and at this moment, Ye Chen's mind kept releasing the killing career he had experienced in his past life and this life.

There seemed to be the howls of some unjust souls floating in his ears, and for a while, a gust of yin wind blew on the entire jade platform at some point, and this gust of yin wind blew the wind and clouds and Situ Fang and the two of them broke out in a cold sweat.

Everyone couldn't help but shiver, and the weather in early spring was colder than deep winter!

The snowflakes fell down to the endless void, drifting with the wind, until the first snowflakes slipped from the tip of Ye Chen's nose, Ye Chen opened his eyes in vain, and his essence flickered.

A terrifying killing intent instantly erupted on Ye Chen's body, and the air within a few meters around him seemed to condense into ice crystals and fall all over the ground.

And at this moment, Ye Chen's right hand holding the pen also moved, spilling ink with the pen, without the slightest pause, and his jade pen seemed to have spirituality in Ye Chen's hand. The right hand danced, and the movements like clouds and water emerged, Ye Chen smiled, and his wine-scented ink swayed out, and his ink fell on the rice paper and turned into wild handwriting.

Before each stroke was moved, Ye Chen's eyes involuntarily appeared in front of the person who had died under his sword, so every stroke and stroke revealed a heart-palpitating killing intent.

The cold wind danced with the tip of Ye Chen's pen, and so did its snowflakes, and for a while, an invisible coercion was generated on the jade platform out of thin air.

In this regard, Mo Che and the three of them also opened their eyes one after another, looking at Ye Chen with a slightly solemn look, while Feng Yunxiao and Situ Fang had to use their true qi to resist this inexplicable coercion.

The whole world fell silent in vain, and in Ye Chen's perception, there was no more heaven and earth, no life, and the whole world was only the rice paper in front of him and the pen in his hand.

The jade pen was like a murderous sword, and it took countless lives between swinging and sprinkling ink, Ye Chen's eyes were sometimes clear, sometimes confused, as if he had once again entered the realm of selflessness.

The entire jade platform was like turning into hell, and at this moment, everyone realized that the thin figure actually contained such a palpitating killing intent, how many times did it take to experience life and death to form a murderous aura?

Under the persecution of the murderous aura, the incense candles burning in its void were suppressed in vain, and the speed of its burning became extremely slow.

When Ye Chen's last handwriting emerged from the rice paper, his incense candle was finally burned out, and the last bit of spark was extinguished by the cold wind.

However, at the moment when Ye Chen put away his pen, boom, a killing intent that seemed to break through the heavenly dome suddenly rushed towards the endless void.

When the killing intent rushed into the sky, its seven stone statues also erupted in vain with a strong aura of might, and finally the aura of might merged with the earth-shattering murderous aura.

It was unbelievable that at this moment, the seven stone statues as stable as mountains trembled violently in vain, and their trembling sounds were incessant.

Mo Che, who was originally sitting on the stone chair, got up in vain, looking at the seven stone statues above the void with shock on his face, what kind of article could actually resonate with the holy icons!

And the sluggish look also emerged from everyone, how many articles have been able to resonate with the icon throughout the ages?

The seven stone statues trembled, and seven huge phantoms emerged from the stone statues, and everyone fixed their eyes to see that the seven phantoms were the images of the seven sons of the legendary Confucian sect.

In an instant, there was a muffled thunder explosion in the distant sky, followed by countless electric snakes, and the void was full of lightning and thunder.

The seven stone statues were not only trembling at this moment, but shaking, and their roar was incessant, and the vision lasted for several moments before it stopped.

The seven phantoms gradually dissipated, and the lightning and thunder above the void continued, and at this moment, everyone looked at Ye Chen and the rice paper that fell on the stone table, what did he write that could resonate with the Seven Sages of Confucianism! And at this moment, Ye Chen also looked at the seven stone statues above the void with a slightly confused expression, his eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

Ye Chen raised the wine jug and drank it to the sky, and his wine was sprinkled on the rice paper again, and at this moment, his rice paper was also slowly floating, until it reached the void.

For a while, countless surprised eyes involuntarily looked towards the void, they wanted to see what kind of article could resonate with the Seven Sages of Confucianism, even if it was a few people.

Its white rice paper is covered with dense handwriting, its rice paper rolls are shrunk together, slowly unfolding from top to bottom, the first thing that appears in the eyes of everyone is three crazy grass incomparably big characters: killing song! Seeing this, everyone is trembling, just these three words will show the artistic conception that the master wants to express, and in an instant, everyone seems to be in hell on earth.

With the gradual unfolding of the rice paper, the dense handwriting also clearly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, for a while, the entire Dawn Square was murderous, even if the reincarnation of the martial arts realm was a martial artist at this moment, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, and his body also got up suddenly, his eyes stared at the rice paper as white as snow without moving.

Its wild handwriting emerges on the rice paper:

"Men should kill, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma is all in killing.

In the past, there was an alliance of assassins, and righteousness was renewed.

When you are red, you kill people, and your body is lighter than a feather.

Fame is the same as dung, and those who disdain benevolence ridicule.

Wearing an iron sword, he kills in a fit of rage.

The man does not tremble, there is a song to listen to: killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero.

Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male.

The Assassin League, the way is different: see through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but make this life heroic. ”

When the last handwriting appeared in front of everyone's eyes, those timid spectators turned pale, obviously shocked by the killing intent in this murderous song.

The cold wind swept up the remnants of snow all over the ground, and a trace of killing intent still appeared in everyone's hearts, and at this moment, the picture of hell on earth could not help but appear in front of everyone's eyes, and everyone's minds were immersed in this killing atmosphere, and this verse kept appearing in their minds. At this moment, Nian Reincarnation also closed his eyes, immersed in the previous killings, and only Ye Chen and Mo Che were awake in the entire square.

Mo Che's gaze was sometimes sober, sometimes confused, his deep voice gently repeating the verses on it, and his face changed!

And Mo Che's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and it easily brought everyone into the artistic conception of the killing song, the heroism of the man to kill the enemy, and the persistence that all those who could be killed could be killed.

The entire huge Dawn Square was filled with Mo Che's deep voice, and after a long time, Mo Che's voice was immersed.

The roar of the cold wind was endless, and everyone was still immersed in the verses, and after a few breaths, Mo Che's voice sounded again: "Unfaithful people can be killed, unfilial people can be killed! Unkind people can be killed!" When the last word floated out of Mo Che's mouth, a thunderclap exploded in the endless void, and the electric snake rolled.

And this thunderbolt also woke up everyone who was immersed in the verses, and for a while, countless eyes with different emotions looked towards Ye Chen, including the rather surprised gaze of Nian Reincarnation.

Grabbing the wine jug in one hand and the jade pen in the other, Ye Chen hunted in a white robe like snow, and his thin figure looked so weak in the cold wind.

However, at this moment, no one dared to despise this thin figure, even those tutors and third-year students...... IO！~！