Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 25 Poetry into Aoxue
As soon as the quatrain came out, Yinlong Aoxue.

Frost fell, followed by a long silver dragon coming out of the snow.

"This, this is the famous skill of the second senior brother."

"Silver Dragon Aoxue, the vision has suddenly appeared. Regardless of whether the second senior brother wins or loses after this battle, he will achieve extraordinary things."

Even Guangyuan nodded and said: "Indeed, Guanghua has practiced this trick for more than ten years, and a battle poem shocked the world, and it was spread all over the world, so he should be extraordinary."

Patriarch Bodhi on the platform nodded lightly and said in his heart: "I never thought that this battle could inspire Guangyuan's fighting spirit. Poems become visions, silver dragons are proud of snow, but silver dragons are not orthodox after all."

The silver dragon screamed, broke through the flying snow, went directly to meet it, and bit it towards the blood-colored giant tiger.

The silver dragon swayed, bringing frost all over the sky.

Li Hen frowned suddenly, what's going on, this guy doesn't look amazing, he has more Confucianism, he didn't expect a literary heart to be so firm, and he can summon a silver dragon with a poem, it is indeed extraordinary.

"It's just a silver dragon, it's useless without strength." Li Hen said coldly.

The blood tiger rushed out directly, and the roar shook the mountains and forests.

The silver dragon was even more extraordinary, neighing up to the sky, and the frost and snow fell with it.

With a roar, the silver dragon opened its huge mouth and bit the blood tiger directly.

In the sky, frost and snow fell, a silver dragon and a blood-colored giant tiger fought together.

"The name of the poem is Long Tuzhi! Yinlong, send me your heart, let's fight." Guanghua sneered.

This is really my last trump card. Long Tuzhi is an anonymous poem that I accidentally obtained more than ten years ago. I have devoted myself to practicing this poem for more than ten years. Aoxue.

"The soul of poetry is indeed powerful, there is no denying it, but as you said, can your spiritual energy last?" Li Chen sneered.

Roaring, the silver dragon screamed, directly tore the giant tiger apart, and rushed towards Li Hen.

However, Li Hen didn't move, and quietly looked at Guanghua opposite him.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Guanghua's mouth.

"The soul of poetry is enough to amaze me, let's stop here." Li Hen's eyes instantly glowed red, and the sea-like spiritual energy in his body rushed out instantly.

The literary heart in Guanghua's body was greatly suppressed, and the literary heart trembled for a while, the poems in the sky were faintly hidden, and even the frost and snow gradually disappeared.

"hold head high!"

The silver dragon howled, and finally turned into nothingness accompanied by frost and snow amidst the dragon's roar.

The dragon soul is gone!

"It's despicable for him to attack the second senior brother's literary heart with spiritual energy, so that the second senior brother can't control the dragon soul."

"You despicable boy, you are no match for my second senior brother, yet you have made such a shameless move, shameless."

"I implore Master to uphold justice for Fang Cunshan."

Everyone shouted, the dragon soul was born, this competition should have been a victory for Guanghua, but unfortunately, the literary heart was blocked, and the connection with the poetic soul was finally cut off.

The soul of poetry was cut off, and Li Hen jumped out, and the knife slashed straight down.

The patriarch on the Bodhi platform suddenly opened his eyes, and then shouted coldly: "Duh!"

The one-word mantra was directly shaken out, and Li Hen's figure flew out directly.

The patriarch's face remained unchanged, and he was still quietly watching the battle in the audience.

Even though Li Hen's complexion changed and showed anger, he didn't dare to make a sound, because the two seniors of Wan Yao Cave were also watching quietly from the side. He didn't believe that these two strong men would not see that Patriarch Bodhi What they did, none of them spoke, so Li Hen could only swallow his anger.

But the monks in the audience would not give up, and hurriedly shouted.

"Shameless boy, to be so heavy handed."

"That's right, that's right, if you bully my second senior brother, you will have revenge."

That Li Hen took down the long knife, then turned around and said coldly: "Hmph, what does it matter if my strength is not as good as mine?"

When he said this, Li Hen was also a little lacking in confidence, but seeing that the patriarch on the stage didn't say much, he was relieved.

To be honest, even though these disciples were angry, they didn't make small moves. Even if they were fierce, it was a competition, let alone between the demon and the human race. For a while, these people didn't know what to say, and they were speechless.

"Why, lack of strength, what can be blamed, since this is the case, who is going to challenge next?" Li Hen sneered, his words were extremely arrogant.

Everyone's eyes fell on Guangyuan who was in the first place.

Guang Yuan nodded seriously, holding the long sword on his back, and jumped up directly.

"Fang Cun Shan disciple Guang Yuan came to ask for advice." Guang Yuan cupped his fists slightly.

Li Hen sneered and said, "Oh, Guangyuan? It sounds a little familiar. By the way, I remembered. You are the Guangyuan who was defeated by my uncle ten years ago."

Hearing this, Guangyuan's complexion changed, and he turned slightly red. In the past 50 years, every competition has failed.

"It's Guangyuan." Guangyuan said coldly.

"My uncle was able to defeat you once ten years ago, and I can defeat you once today, but it seems that you are not as amazing as my uncle said." Li Hen sneered.

Guangyuan didn't know what to say, indeed, it was a fact that he lost.

But Patriarch Bodhi on the platform spoke.

"Your uncle belongs to the demon clan, and he has practiced for tens of hundreds of years, and Guangyuan has only worshiped under my sect for 40 years. Naturally, it is difficult to deal with your uncle." Patriarch Bodhi said softly.

The two Yaozu powerhouses did not speak.

"Then I'll do it with one battle and two headquarter." Li Hen said.

As he said that, Li Hen's unrestrained eyes swept slightly, looking coldly at Guangyuan and many Fangcunshan disciples.

The disciples in the audience were already extremely angry, this monster is really insane.

To challenge both of them at the same time.

"As for the other contestant, I still need advice." Li Hen shouted.

"The soul is light, the arrogant child with no eyes."

"It's really presumptuous, do you really think that there is no one in my square inch?"

"Self-righteous, mere little demon."

Although everyone was angry, they were also worried that Sun Wukong hadn't come out yet.

"Little brother, is he still in retreat?"

"There is no news about the younger brother yet, and the master also said before, you can't disturb the younger brother."

"Then what to do, if the junior brother can't get out in time, how can we deal with this monster race?"

Guanghua on the side, clutching his chest, said: "This kid is very powerful, and a blood-colored scimitar is like a radiance in his hand, and there is pressure for senior brother to make a move."

At this time, the two brothers who fought against Guanghua before came up and said: "No matter what, if the younger brother can't get out of the customs in time, we will go up. No matter what, we can't let that mere monster race look down upon us."

"Junior brother, the glory of my square inch mountain can only fall on you." Guang Yuan thought to himself.

Then he drew out his sword and said, "Guang Yuan, disciple of Fangcun Mountain, come to ask for advice."

The corner of Yaozu Lihen's mouth curled into a cold smile and said: "Since you don't know how to live or die, then I will fulfill you, Wanyaodong Lihen."

(End of this chapter)