86_86570 Zhou Cheng held the Zhangba Snake Spear in his hand, standing opposite Li Chong with a calm expression, looking at this Wendao Juren with great interest.

Li Chong held a pen and paper in his hand, his expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "What is your name, you can practice martial arts to reach a power comparable to a battle poem, and you are already qualified to let me know your name." ”

Generally speaking, when literati face warriors, they collectively refer to them as martial artists, and they don't even bother to ask their names.

Although Li Chong formed a mental barrier because of Zhou Cheng's terrifying strength, he still made a lofty posture and tried to hit Zhou Cheng's heart in this way.

However, now that Zhou Cheng's spirit has been opened, his divine consciousness is stable, and his own soul has comprehended the ninth-order artifact, Li Chong's deliberately created aura oppression is simply inferior to a drizzle for him.

So Zhou Cheng still looked smiling, he arched his hand and said, "Next Zhou Cheng." ”

"Zhou Cheng?" Li Chong muttered a few words in a low voice, as if he felt that the name was a little unfamiliar, but then he was relieved, it was normal to feel strange, after all, no matter how boring the literati were, they would not care about the martial artists on weekdays.

"There's something peculiar about your weapon. Li Chong looked at the Zhangba Snake Spear in Zhou Cheng's hand, then raised his eyebrows slightly, and chuckled: "Come on, come and attack me, let Ben Gongzi see if you really have the strength to match it under such a powerful force." ”

The county guard on the high platform smiled: "It seems that Li Xiaoyou is already confident." ”

Bai Juren said in a low voice: "Lord County Guard, I heard that Li Juren wrote a war poem, when the poem was written, there was a literary atmosphere, and the killing machine shrouded the entire courtyard, maybe I can see it today." ”

The county guard's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he exclaimed: "If this is the case, Li Xiaoyou is afraid that he has the posture of a jinshi." ”

Another raised his eyebrows and said, "If Brother Li makes such a war poem today, I'm afraid that this little ghost on the other side won't be able to live." ”

"Huh. Qingpao Xiucai chuckled a few times and said, "It's just a martial artist, if you can't live, you can't live, it's not a big deal." ”

Zhou Cheng in the square said to Li Chong: "If I make a move, you won't have the opportunity to write war poems, you can come first." ”

Zhou Cheng's voice was quite clear, whether it was the people on the high platform or the warriors watching outside the square.

Regardless of the different expressions of the county guards and others on the high platform, whether they were ridiculed or disdainful, even the martial artist felt that Zhou Cheng was a little ashamed.

"This kid shouldn't be dizzy, do you really think that if you are strong, you can ignore the battle poems of the people?"

"We warriors and literati fight each other, and the only chance to win is to attack before the war poem is written, otherwise there is absolutely no chance of victory. ”

"Hehe, after all, he is young and frivolous, he can have such martial arts at a young age, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to suffer a little setback. ”

Li Chong looked at Zhou Cheng like a fool, and asked in disbelief, "Do you want me to fight poetry first?"

Zhou Cheng still looked light-hearted, and said with a gentle smile: "That's right, Li Juren, please write a war poem." ”

Li Chong's face changed in an instant, a martial artist so young dared to despise him like this, but there were still county guards and many people sitting on the high platform!

This is simply a great insult, and he laughed angrily: "Okay, well, since you are so arrogant, I will fulfill you!"

After that, Li Chong was about to pick up the brush to write war poems on the literary paper, but at this moment, he suddenly felt an inexplicable aura enveloping him, and the right hand holding the brush trembled slightly, and he couldn't move at all.

A huge sense of crisis came to his heart, and it seemed that as long as he picked up the pen and wrote poetry, he would immediately be dismembered by a knife and die on the spot!

Wen Dao cultivates the mind, generally speaking, people's hearts are already quite tenacious, even if they encounter major changes, they will not lose their square inches, but Li Chong now feels that there is a big mountain pressing on his heart, and his soul is covered with dust and becomes dull.

"What's going on? Why is this happening!?" Cold sweat fell from Li Chong's forehead like rain, his body trembled, and he couldn't understand what his situation was now.

Is it because of the spiritual suppression exerted by my predecessors? Or is there something wrong with my own literary heart? Or ...... Li Chong's gaze suddenly turned to Zhou Cheng.

Seeing this handsome young Taoist looking at him with a smile, harmless to humans and animals, Li Chong saw a bright silver serpentine brilliance in those abyss-like eyes, accompanied by an boundless killing aura!

This kind of murderous aura Li Chong is somewhat familiar, this is the killing intent in the army, it is the killing intent on the battlefield, but it is a hundred times more powerful than what he knows!

If ordinary people saw such a murderous aura, they would be scared to death in an instant!

However, after all, Li Chong was a person who had stepped into Wendao, and in this case, although he was very afraid in his heart, he still kept running his mind and tried to find a way out of the predicament.

"No, I can't continue like this, I will definitely lose if I continue like this! How can I, Li Chong, lose to a first-order martial artist!" Li Chong's face was hideous, his eyes were wide with anger, and the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed, trying his best to get rid of the fear in his heart.

He wants to write poems, write war poems, and use the art of Wendao killing to kill this hateful boy in front of him!

But every time he moved his right hand, a bright silver glow crossed his mind, and then his own blood splattered and he didn't see it.

The people on the high platform were already frowning, and Bai Juren muttered, "Brother Li, what's going on? Why don't you write poems?"

Another person was also puzzled: "Looking at Brother Li's appearance, it seems that he is enduring this great pain. ”

Qingpao Xiucai snorted coldly and said: "I'm afraid this Li Chong is also a wreck, he wanted to take the opportunity to break through the heart barrier, but he didn't expect that he didn't have that level at all." ”

The Yongzhou county guard was also suspicious this time, and he didn't know what was going on in the audience, and a person was so frightened in front of the warriors that he didn't dare to write a poem?

The martial artists watching from the sidelines were already a little impatient, if it weren't for the prestige of Wen Dao, they were afraid that they would have been scolded a long time ago. Rao is like this, and a few people began to accuse Sang and scold Huai to sarcastically mock Li Chong.

At this time, Li Chong in the square was already blue, his eyes were full of bloodshots, his lips were bitten, and red blood flowed out, as if he was resisting this great mental pressure.

His eyes stared at Zhou Cheng opposite, and he roared angrily in his heart: "I want to kill him, I must kill him!" I want to write poems, write poems, write war poems and kill him!"

"Ahh

Li Chong roared angrily, as if he had finally broken free from some kind of restraint, and his right hand holding the brush was raised suddenly, and he was about to write a war poem on the paper!

However, at this moment, the Zhangba Snake Spear in Zhou Cheng's hand was slightly deflected, the sun shone on it, and a silver light was reflected on Li Chong's face.

Li Chong's whole person suddenly froze like a stone carving, as if a galloping wild horse was suddenly tied, all actions came to an abrupt halt, and he stood in place in a daze.

Smack!

The brush in Li Chong's hand fell to the ground, shook it slightly a few times and then didn't move.

This Wen Daoju trembled all over, his eyes became hollow, his teeth were gritted, and after a long time, he finally said word by word: "I...... Admit defeat. ”

After finishing speaking, Li Chong seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, and the so-called literati style disappeared.

Zhou Cheng was not surprised by this, he held the Zhangba Snake Spear and arched his hand slightly, still with that light and breezy demeanor, and still with that warm and jade-like smile.

"I conceded. ”

Then the young Taoist put his sleeves behind him, looked at the high platform, and said loudly, "Who is next?"

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ps: Thank you for the tips of the two friends 150406024738467 Kou Naida Maruko and the book friend~ In addition, the author Jun is going to go on a business trip to the field for a period of time tomorrow, and there are still two shifts every day, but the time may be unstable, and I hope you will forgive me