"How come he still has spiritual energy?!" Lian Qing asked sharply.

Yan Zhang suddenly reacted:

"Could it be driven by literary energy? Is this okay?" He hurriedly shouted to the fearful companions on the left and right to stabilize the morale of the army: "Don't, don't be afraid, come together, he has no spiritual energy now, only one literary energy, he can't kill us all!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a bronze fox-faced young man at the entrance of the courtyard reaching into his right chest and pulling out a handful of blood-stained red leaves.

This group of red leaves looked particularly familiar to Huang Xuan and Miao Si. When they took a closer look, they saw that the ink marks on the red leaves had disappeared, and were replaced by cool and unrestrained blood letters.

That's right, there are lines of crooked handwriting written in blood on the red leaves.

The bronze fox-faced young man clutched a handful of red leaves full of blood smell in his palms and walked calmly into the moon array under the pond.

Walking towards Rong Zhen, Huang Xuan and Miao Si in the center.

Every time he passed by a white-clothed Qigong practitioner, he would take out a red leaf from his hand and throw it behind his shoulder.

Pieces of blood-stained red leaves were flying in the air, and at the same time they were broken into leaf ash inch by inch.

And when the blood-stained red leaves were shattered into powder, [Arc] also appeared next to the corresponding Qi practitioners in white.

Out of reach.

The bronze fox-faced young man walked all the way, and heads fell to the ground one after another behind him.

Miao Si raised her head blankly, looking at the red words scrawled in blood before the pieces of red leaves floating in the air broke into pieces, she couldn't help but whisper:

"Look up at the bright moon...lower your head and miss your hometown...

"The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost... Jiang Feng fishes and fires to Chou Mian...

"Chaoci Baidi among the colorful clouds... Thousands of miles of Jiangling are returned in one day..."

Stunning poems with brilliant literary spirit and surprisingly smooth eloquence, one after another. The little girl in Confucian dress who is a natural master of ink and is close to literary spirit becomes more and more dumbfounded as she reads:

"The sky is thousands of miles away and the autumn is clear, and the water follows the sky and the autumn is boundless... The sun sets on top of the building, in the sound of broken bells, a wanderer from the south of the Yangtze River. Looking at Wu Gou, patting the railings all over, no one will understand, and I want to climb up..."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star... Killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles... When it's over, I brushed off my clothes and hid deep in my body and my name... After leisurely drinking in the Xinling Mausoleum, I took off my sword and crossed my knees!"

The poem talks about ten steps, but the bronze fox-faced young man killed one person in the courtyard with one step.

He walked lightly, and every Si Tianjian Qi practitioner he passed by, the vitality in their bodies disappeared, and they fell to the ground with a "pop".

Miaoxi suddenly burst into laughter, giggling happily:

"Hahaha, what a poem, what a poem, you are so interesting as a sword wielder! Literary spirit seems to be free of money, and it can also be used as sword spirit. What kind of magical power is this? Then in the future, the Great Sword Immortal will be a great poet, hahahaha."

Rong Zhen turned around: "Shut up!"

Miao Si, who was eagerly grabbed by Yan Zhang, danced and laughed heartily, regardless of his small body that was almost crushed.

"Shut up! The banished immortal who is both skilled in poetry and swordsmanship has come to save this immortal girl. Wait for death. You know how to bully the weak. Now try to bark at the dog, just a little bit."

The little Mo Jing tilted his head and made a face, sticking out his tongue.

Yan Zhang was standing in the formation facing each other when he suddenly shouted two words:

"Miao Si!"

The little girl in Confucian attire screamed "Ah", tilted her head, vomited blood, and fainted.

But there was still a smile on her lips.

Just be happy and that's it.

The bronze fox-faced young man quickened his pace, broke through layers of defenses, and walked towards Rong Zhen.

He passed by Lian Qing.

The woman with a mole on her eyebrows, who was about to kneel down and lower her eyebrows, had no time to speak, and her head was separated neatly.

Finally, the bronze fox-faced young man stayed beside Yan Zhang for a moment, not listening to what he said, but lightly patted Yan Zhang on the shoulder, and then casually pushed down his headless body.

I don't know when Yan Zhang's head rolled down to the feet of the bronze fox-faced young man.

The delicate and handsome face on the head is wide-eyed and full of incredible color.

Until his death, he could not figure out why the bronze fox-faced young man in front of him could still control the tripod sword despite being cut off from spiritual energy and losing spiritual energy, why he still had so many peerless poems, and why... he could touch the iceberg.

The private bellyband of the goddess Rong Zhennvshi.

Never die with peace of mind.

In the courtyard, a silent killing was coming to an end.

Finally, the bronze fox-faced young man carried an [Arc] and walked up to the girl in palace clothes wearing a gold mask.

He still had the last red leaf in his hand.

Rong Zhen's eyes widened and he saw that there was a faint line of blood on the last red leaf:

He was born out of the sky, wild in Kunlun, and saw all the spring scenery in the world.

Three million jade dragons flew up, causing a chill in the sky.

She slowly turned her head.

The two people wearing masks looked at each other.

Before Ouyang Rong could say anything, Rong Zhen suddenly took off his golden mask. Her hair was already wet, and a few strands were scattered in front of a pair of lacquered eyes. She stared at his face:

"But once you die, don't hide it. Take off your mask and let me take a look at you, just for this one look."

The bronze fox-faced young man ignored him in silence and turned to look at the little girl in Confucian uniform who was seriously injured and fainted on the ground next to her.

The eyes on his foxy face were narrowed and he tilted his head slightly, seeming to be in a very unhappy mood.

Rong Zhen smiled sadly, closed his eyes, held his head high like a swan, neither begging for mercy nor bowing his head to repent. With his eyes closed, his pretty face faced the [arc] in the air.

The bronze fox-faced young man looked silently at the girl in palace clothes who was being slaughtered.

The clear blue light of [Arc] suddenly became brighter, approaching the pretty face of the girl in palace attire. The sword energy cut off the wet black hair in front of her closed eyes and pointed directly at the tip of her nose.

At this moment, there was a sudden "click" outside the courtyard wall.

The bronze fox-faced young man turned his head instantly.

In the carriage at the entrance of the courtyard, an unruly long sword that had lost the suppression of the tripod sword rushed out of the sword box, shining brightly with a touch of snowy white!

In an ordinary alley, there are swords flying in the air and bullfights charging with anger.

Thank you for your company. In the new year, we will set off again! or2
Chapter completed!