The three demons woke up, but it was too late.

The long sword hangs above the head, spinning.

"Out!" Li Xianyuan shouted, threw his pen and slapped the table.

Buzz -

The long circling sword condensed, as if it had spirituality, instantly turned into a afterimage, easily penetrated the body of the three demons, drew across the arc and circled the top of Li Xianyuan's head. Every time it rotated, the color would become a little lighter.

Looking at the three demons again, they looked at each other, and the skin suddenly became like a deflated ball, soft and shriveled. Three black shadows emerged, and screamed loudly and rushed out of the room. As soon as they touched the door, the four-character rays on the door were radiant, and the skin made a sound, and smelly black smoke came out, and it screamed and retreated.

The true faces of the three demons were also completely revealed. One big and two small, they were spider spirits, four pairs of compound eyes were crystal clear, and their bodies were bloated and ugly. No wonder they behaved strangely after entering the human skin. The sword wound penetrated the wound and showed dark green mucus.

"Go out again!" Li Xianyuan yelled again.

The flying sword hovered above his head and turned into a shadow and attacked again, destroying and destroying the three demons, and returning to the top of his head without dropping blood.

Wen Ruyu was stunned. She didn't know that Li Xianyuan could write a poem about weather and kill monsters by using the poem!

Facing the weather poem, the three monsters in the foundation-building stage had no power to fight back.

"Three out!" Li Xianyuan shouted three times, roaring shrillly in his ears.

Buzz -

The nearly transparent flying sword rushed out again. Although it lost its initial momentum, its power was still beyond the resistance of the three demons. It passed through the body and finally dissipated.

Three monsters rolled all over the ground, screaming shrillly, and dark green juice poured all over the ground.

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly. The flying sword opened six holes on the three demons, but they were still not dead.

The monster is hard and difficult to kill. Unfortunately, it is impossible to control the flying sword in microscopic manner, otherwise it would go to the head.

Is it my duty? Wen Ruyu thought to herself, and was stunned and wanted to go forward to clean up the mess, but she saw Li Xianyuan grabbing the brush beside the table and writing in the blank space of the rice paper.

besides!?

Wen Ruyu's narrow eyes widened.

"The morning chicken reported twice and the end of the day, and the divine dou was silent and leaked."

One sentence is completed, and the rooster crow suddenly echoes in the hall.

One sentence is a strange phenomenon! Another poem about weather!?

Li Xianyuan seemed to have not heard the rooster crowing, so he wrote intently and chanted while singing.

"The warm sun reflects the mountains and regulates the righteous energy, and the east wind blows into the trees and dances in the cold."

The largest spider spirit wielded his sharp limbs and rushed towards Li Xianyuan...

Li Xianyuan's face remained unchanged, and she even kept writing. The noble aura came out from her eyebrows, blocking her body and turning into a small shield, and her body turned milky white, wandering around, and occasionally forming complicated patterns.

When the spider limb touched the small shield condensed by the noble aura, it was obviously not physical and could penetrate directly. However, the spider spirit made a terrible sound, and the other limbs and feet swung wildly and shrank back.

If it is not afraid of it in normal times, it is now seriously injured and the essence and blood are lost. A little bit of great energy will make it feel painful.

"Xuanche wants to recognize the feelings of the world, and you must come to the emperor to see it for the year."

"I just drank Tu Su Ding Nian's teeth, but I only smiled and had a hairy face."

The poem is finished and the rooster crows rings at the right time. The next moment outside the window, the morning light tear opens the night and spreads all over the world.

The rooster crows through the dawn.

"The sun is coming?" Wen Ruyu said in surprise, and then found that it was not. The outside world was still dark, and this morning light was actually a strange phenomenon caused by the poem.

The two small spider spirits were dying, and the only larger spider spirit was still energetic. They stared at Li Xianyuan with resentment, with eight limbs blocking their bloated body, and they broke through the door and rushed out.

Wood chips splashed everywhere, and two dilapidated doors flew out. However, the next second, the light was overwhelming.

Under the dazzling golden light, the howling screamed like a ghost seducing the soul, making the person's scalp numb. The three spider spirits struggled and rolled on the ground, with a huge momentum. The bloated body melted like ice and snow, and turned into ashes.

Li Xianyuan was prepared in advance, closed his eyes and his spiritual sense appeared in Mingtang.

Two stars of similar shapes appear in the night sky, with eight starlight hanging high in the void, echoing each other. However, except for the two newborns, the other stars are dim and dull, which is caused by the exhaustion of the mighty energy.

Bai Juyi's poem "Li Duwei's Ancient Sword" is well deserved to be a meteorological poem. The subsequent "Year Day? The morning chicken twice reported" was written by Fang Gan, a poet of the Tang Dynasty in the previous life. Because it is consistent with the grand spirit, it is blessed as a half-step meteorological poem.

The statue of the god has not changed, and there is no incense burner on the table to curl smoke.

The deep ravines behind him are as old as before. If he hadn't learned from the black and white impermanence that the broken spiritual roots were born with themselves, he would have really thought that this was the culprit.

After more than ten breaths, Li Xianyuan opened his eyes and recovered from the room. Outside the broken door was the night color down the courtyard. Several piles of ashes fell on the ground in front of the desk and outside the door. The three demons turned into ashes.

I was used to hearing the roars and screams of the three demons, but when I suddenly calmed down, I felt a little uncomfortable. The buzzing sound in my mind was reduced after a while.

Losed.

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly. Although there were thousands of poems and essays in his previous life, only a part of what he could remember. He used one less and spent two poems to deal with three monsters. One of them was Bai Juyi's poem, which was really not worth it. Moreover, he had been delayed here for two days. If it were a novel, there were five or six chapters, and readers would inevitably talk about it.

Wen Ruyu's surprised voice sounded: "You actually killed three foundation-building monsters..."

Li Xianyuan nodded. Poetry is born from the heart. Li Xianyuan has no malice towards Wen Ruyu, so she will naturally not be hurt.

It seemed incredible, beyond my imagination, Wen Ruyu repeated: "You actually killed three foundation-building monsters..."

Li Xianyuan ignored her and glanced at the rice paper that wrote two poems on the desk. He clamped his fingers and placed them on the candlelight. After a breath, the rice paper ignited a strong flame. Li Xianyuan let go. The rice paper burned and flew slowly, turning into a ball of ashes.

Wen Ruyu walked up, raised her slender hand slightly, and suddenly pinched Li Xianyuan's cheek and pulled it hard. While pinching, she said, "Why do I feel that I can't see through you more and more? Tell me who you are, why do you pretend to be Li Xianyuan?"

"It's normal to see through the fox." Li Xianyuan said expressionlessly, because one cheek was pulled, and his voice was vague.

Maybe he thought it was fun to pinch it. Wen Ruyu was so arrogant that she grabbed Li Xianyuan's cheek with her other hand and kept pulling and kneading it.

Li Xianyuan did not resist either. Suddenly, Li Xianyuan's eyes shrank into a needle-shaped shape and stared at Wen Ruyu.

"careful!"

Wen Ruyu did not doubt that he was there. She wanted to avoid it. But she remembered that Li Xianyuan was still there. If she avoided it, Li Xianyuan would not be able to fight back. She suddenly turned around, and her narrow eyes turned into sharpness, and her vertical pupils and fox eyes were fox eyes.

But the front is empty, so there are no enemies.

"Where is it?" Wen Ruyu's sharp eyes relaxed slightly and asked in a cold voice.

Without a response, she couldn't help but look at Li Xianyuan-

He walked to the table calmly and carried the bamboo tube behind him, picked up the bag again, and his cheeks were red: "We can leave now."

"Where is the enemy? What did you see just now?" Wen Ruyu was stunned, then looked around the main hall again, and her eyes were scattered.

"Nothing." Li Xianyuan had no expression on his face: "I lied to you."
Chapter completed!