Chapter 27: Poem of the Word of God!

Just after the first round of attacks by the Holy Wen Beast, many people in the Guan Wen Hall looked towards the light curtain in front of the hall. Through this light curtain, you can see the scenes inside the three Halls of Talents.

At this time, the first round of the Saint Wen Beast's attack was only at the peak level of the Spirit Bridge and was not very powerful, so he was not worried about whether to eliminate them or not, but was observing the speed at which the poems were written.

The first wave of attacks is only a slight disturbance, and the second wave will intensify. After all, the first-level body of the Venerable has suffered a blow from the peak of supernatural power. Even if it cannot hurt the contestants, it will interrupt the train of thought. Starting from the third wave of attacks, if you still can't write effective poems, you may be eliminated. Because in the third round, the Saint Wen Beast's attack was at the peak level of the Venerable, enough to kill the defenseless Venerable at the first level.

"Three attacks, a total of one and a half hours. If you can't compose a high-level holy word poem by the Venerable, you will be eliminated."

"I estimate that after the third round, less than ten people will be able to stay in the Zhenwen world."

"After all, everyone in Zhenwen circles must compose new poems. Even if they are prepared, it is not common for the Venerable Master's advanced poems to be written."

"Do you have any new poetry from the Word of God coming out?"

"Poetry of the Holy Word of the True God? This is probably impossible. Poems of the Holy Word of His Holiness are extremely rare. If you want the artistic conception to reach the level of the Word of the True God, you must have an extremely outstanding performance in one aspect, either profound or majestic. Some of the words are like swords, some are incomparably magnificent, some are strange, some are extraordinary, and they trigger a trace of the laws of the earth and produce visions."

"Master Fan may have a chance."

"Xu Qingzhi of the Xu family also has hope."

Everyone was talking about it, but no one dared to be so absolute. Because every year at various banquets on the 33rd, there are always some talented works coming out. For example, Xie An, who won the first place at the Moon Walk Banquet, composed the song "Moon Crab, Reaching the Respect" at that time. Nine levels, a total of twenty-five layers of space surrounded his body to protect him from the waves of impact, and he persisted until the end before falling. Later, he was accepted as a disciple by the great scholar Liu Haoran, and he observed the thirty-three mysteries, which made the poems of the venerable level leap forward and became a poem of the true divine words.

However, as of now, there are many sacred poems that have reached the Lingqiao realm, but at this level, they can only be barely completed poems, and reaching the threshold of sacred poems is not very advanced.

There are also many people in the magical power realm. When they reach the magical power realm, some visions will appear. Because they can trigger a trace of the original rule to attack, the vision appears, which is quite extraordinary.

As for the venerable level, there are very few. After all, it is only the first round, and no one will use their strength so early. Therefore, thousands of people in the Zhenwen world participated in this competition, but there are only 40 or 50 venerable level poems. Poetry appears.

But once it appears, it is a vision of its own, the rules of the earth are condensed, and it is extremely powerful.

While the outside world is discussing which talented person has composed a powerful sacred poem...

In the true text world, Shen Zhui was already only 10,000 meters away from the tall holy text beast.

Shen Zhui held several holy page scrolls under his arms and stared at the holy text beast, as if looking for the weakness of this behemoth.

"Hahaha, Champion, are you looking for the weakness of the sacred beast?" At this moment, a harsh laughter reached Shen Zhui's ears.

Shen Zhui turned around and saw Zhang Wengu looking at him with some contempt, while Fan Hongyi, who was standing not far from him, stared straight ahead.

Further away, there are also the talented scholars Xu Qingzhi, Wang Shixin and other well-known academic scholars in the capital.

Obviously, everyone wants to get closer and maximize the power of the poetry attack, rather than trying to defend.

Shen Zhui ignored Zhang Wengu and just stared at the sacred beast and continued to watch. Zhang Wengu pretended to be well-intentioned and said loudly: "The champion may not know that this sacred beast is not real, but only exists to test the power of sacred poetry. No matter where you attack it, it is the same. There is no weakness!”

"However, I don't blame the champion. After all, I just arrived in the capital, so it's normal that I haven't seen him before."

Shen Zhui still ignored the other party, but Zhang Wengu seemed to be unyielding and continued to shout from the side: "Hey, the official has lost his sight. The champion has already written four poems. How disrespectful."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter from all around.

In just half an hour, it is impossible to write any shocking article, and when the poem is completed, it will be determined according to the level of sacred poetry, which consumes a lot of energy. Even if someone has prepared a good work in advance, it will be difficult to publish it on the holy page without a certain background and understanding of the artistic conception of the work.

Shen Zhui glanced at Zhang Wengu indifferently, but still said nothing.

Xu Qingzhi, who was standing not far from Shen Zhui, glanced at Shen Zhui with some confusion.

From this angle, one can clearly see a hint of exhaustion and happiness on Shen Zhui's face.

As a celebrity and talented person, Xu Qingzhi knew that in the true literary world, it was impossible to feel tired just by running around.

This situation will only occur after the poem is completed, or after the poem has failed many times and the mind is too consumed.

"Is he really sure?" Xu Qingzhi murmured to himself.

"Brother Xu, where are you?" Wang Shixin looked at his friend curiously and asked.

"It's nothing, maybe I saw it wrong." Xu Qingzhi shook his head.

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Faced with Zhang Wengu's provocation, the reason why Shen Zhui didn't respond was actually not that he didn't want to talk, but that he no longer had any extra energy to talk to this person.

Just now, he wrote four sacred poems in one breath. His literary energy has been exhausted and he is extremely exhausted mentally.

It was as if I had just fought a battle with the enemy! This kind of exhaustion comes from deep in the soul. Even Shen Zhui himself didn't expect that it would be so difficult to copy a poem!

"I originally wanted to be shameless and write thousands of poems, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult." Shen Zhui thought to himself, and his muscles under his clothes were trembling unconsciously.

The sacred poems and earthly visions were all concentrated on those scrolls of holy pages, making Shen Zhui feel like he was carrying a huge mountain on his back.

Although he didn't understand why this happened, Shen Zhui had a vague feeling in his heart that the effect of the four songs he had written would not be too bad.

Waiting for his literary energy to slowly recover, Shen Zhui was about to launch his first attack on the holy literary beast, when he only heard Xu Qingzhi moving next to him.

"Everyone, since you don't move first, it's up to me, Xu Qingzhi, to make some suggestions!" Xu Qingzhi took a step out and cupped his hands around him.

He waved the holy page under his arm forward and headed straight for the holy text beast.

"Wow~" The zigzag holy page unfolded in the air.

Two large golden characters appeared in the air - Ye Xue.

"I was surprised that my pillow was cold, but I saw the light from the window again. It was late at night and I knew the snow was heavy, and I often heard the sound of breaking bamboo."

A regular sound was automatically recited for Xu Qingzhi, and the sound spread hundreds of miles.

At the same time, strange phenomena emerged.

The holy page floats to the top of the holy text beast's head, the golden light falls down, and the void becomes words, standing upright without falling down.

The heavy snow covering a hundred feet fell from the top of the holy beast in a moment, and the surrounding colors seemed to become dim.

The heavy snow was piled on top of each other like a snow mountain stacked on the body of Shengwen Beast. Everyone heard the sound of teeth grinding. The two huge horns on the head of Shengwen Beast were actually bent under the pressure. , it was extremely tight, as if it would collapse at any time.

"What a powerful earth phenomenon!" someone exclaimed.

"At least it has the power of the ninth level of the Venerable!"

"What's even more valuable is that the coverage of this song "Snow at Night" is huge. If it were used against an enemy in real life, with Xu Qingzhi's own cultivation, it would probably be enough to cover thousands of miles!"

"The four great talents in the academy, King Nan and Beixu, are indeed extraordinary."

"Given time, this song "Snow at Night" may be able to achieve the power of a true god."

Xu Qingzhi stared at the top of the sacred beast's head, especially the beard horns. He had prepared this sacred poem for a long time for this Yuehua Banquet, with the purpose of becoming famous in one fell swoop. Not only was he satisfied with his reputation as a talented scholar in Jixia Academy, but he also completely surpassed Wang Shixin, who was also one of the four great talents, and even Fan Hongyi, who had been famous for a long time!

However, what made him regretful was that the heavy snow did not collapse the beard horns, but only bent them. Obviously, it failed to completely break through the defense of the holy beast, and it failed to reach the level of the holy divine word poem, or even Even Venerable Julien has not reached his peak.

In the Guanwen Hall,

"Not bad." Fan Hongyi had a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Junior Brother Xu is novel and unique, with a good idea. Poems about snow are rarely seen in the scenery of snow at night. However, this poem is vivid and expressive, and it can be said to be brilliant."

"It's a pity that the scope is zero." Xu Qing subconsciously made an excuse, but in the blink of an eye he looked sharply at Fan Hongyi. "Please give me some advice, senior brother!"

Many people in the Guanwen Hall showed a smile. Xu Qingzhi was a talented scholar from Jixia Academy, and Fan Hongyi was also rated as one of the four most talented people in Jixia Academy, but he was the first of the four. He is more famous than Xu Qingzhi.

Now Xu Qingzhi is obviously challenging Fan Hongyi and wants to compete.

"This Xu Qingzhi is really talented and arrogant." Seventh Prince Ji Chen said with a smile. "However, what a great night snow! It seems that Fan Shaobao is going to be under pressure."

"Seventh brother, what you said is wrong!" Ji Dan, the fourth prince on the side, laughed. "It would be too hasty to talk about superiority and inferiority before Hongyi takes action."

"Then keep watching."

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Just when everyone was paying attention to how Fan Hongyi should respond to Xu Qingzhi's challenge, suddenly——

"Bang~" A dull sound came from the surroundings.

Shen Zhui couldn't bear to carry the four volumes of holy pages that were as heavy as mountains, and dropped them at his feet.

As a result, this slight throw caused the ground to shake, startling the people around him.

"Huh?" Everyone heard the sound and went away, only to find that this strange sound appeared at Shen Zhui's feet.

"What are you..." Zhang Wengu wanted to sneer, but suddenly he thought of something and his eyes widened.

"The word is so heavy that it falls like a mountain avalanche." Xu Qingzhi was also suddenly attracted by the scene at Shen Zhui's feet, and his face was suddenly shocked.

"What?! No way!" Wang Shixin on the side was worried about whether what he wrote could surpass Xu Qingzhi, but he found that this strange scene actually appeared under Shen Zhui's feet.

"This, this seems to be a poem of the true God's words, and it is possible to have such a vision without showing it on the holy page..." Some people couldn't help but swallowed.

"The Champion, is that the Holy Word of God that you are holding in your hand?" Everyone couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Xu Qingzhi and Fan Hongyi hadn't come to an agreement yet, but Shen Zhui suddenly appeared halfway and seemed to have composed a poem about the Holy God... What the hell!

"I've disturbed everyone." Shen Zhui breathed a long sigh of relief and said a little embarrassed. "Go on, don't worry about me..."

Xu Qingzhi suddenly felt a toothache when he heard this. After all this trouble, who has the time to pay attention to anything else?

"Champion, can you, can you... show me something?" Wang Shixin asked cautiously. He didn't dare to directly confirm that the other party's poem was the true divine word. If this was wrong, it would be a joke.

"It's not that I refuse, it's just that I can't use it now..." Shen Zhui said helplessly. He was exhausted now, but he could no longer unfold the four holy pages.

"Hiss~" Hearing what Shen Zhui said, everyone around him was suddenly shocked. In the first half of this game, all the literary energy was exhausted. Even if he kept failing to write poems, he would not be so devastated that he would no longer have the power to use the Holy Page. ah!

Is it really the word of God? !

Fan Hongyi also frowned slightly at this moment, staring at Shen Zhui's feet, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If you don't mind, I'm willing to take my place!" Wang Shixin said immediately.

"I am not talented, but I am willing to serve the champion!"

"I do too!"

Immediately, there were several people vying to perform it instead of Shen Zhui.

Xu Qingzhi was also very curious, but he still couldn't let go and stood still.

"In that case, I'll help you all." Shen Zhui said with a smile. He didn't mind who performed it, it was the same anyway.

And if it is performed by these literati who are already good at the Holy Word, it may be better.

"I'll come first!" Wang Shixin rushed over immediately.

Shen Zhui took a few steps back and got out of the way.

After getting closer, Wang Shixin was surprised again. Because these four volumes of holy pages are all sunken into the ground. Although the depth is different, they are all more than three feet!

"Hiss~" Wang Shixin couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

This can’t be four songs!

As soon as the thought came out, Wang Shixin suddenly felt too terrifying.

Seeing Wang Shixin lose his composure, everyone suddenly became more and more curious. Many people stopped attacking the sacred beast and looked over here.

More and more people gathered around, and there was a period of attack vacuum.

Outside, Guanwen Hall.

"Huh? What happened?" Ji Chen was keenly aware that there was an abnormality near the center of Zhenwen World, and couldn't help but take a closer look.

As a prince, Ji Chen's every move attracted much attention. As soon as he moved, many people followed him and looked over.

"It seems to be the champion."

"That person squatting underground...is Wang Shixin? What is he doing!"

"what happened!"

This unusual scene attracted more and more people's attention. Even the three great scholars couldn't help but look in the direction of Shen Zhui, thinking that something had gone wrong in the Zhenwen world.

The commotion did not last long.

Soon, Wang Shixin held the first volume of holy pages and stood up with some difficulty.

"The first song by Champion Hou!" Wang Shixin was a kind person and did not forget to roar first to show his respect for Shen Zhui.

"Shua~" With great effort, Wang Shixin waved his hand in the air.

A burst of golden light exploded.

"Wow~" The holy page scroll spread out.

The ink characters on the paper are rendered by golden light, and there are three large characters standing in the void - "General Fu"

"The forest is dark and the grass is frightened by the wind," the first line of gold characters appeared, and the surroundings of the Saint Wen Beast transformed into a dark and tall forest, like a prison, shrouding the Saint Wen Beast. The breeze blew by, and the strong horns on the Saint Wen Beast's body , was suddenly bent by this seemingly caressing breeze!

"The origin of wind!" someone exclaimed! This is just the first sentence, but it actually triggers Lin's original rules, which is simply incredible!

"General Ye draws his bow at night," the second line of gold characters appeared, and suddenly transformed into a burly, ten-foot-long golden-armored general. This general was shrouded in golden armor and appeared in the forest. He seemed to have discovered the Holy Spirit. Literary beast, he immediately drew his bow and wanted to shoot!

There is a terrifying aura gathering on the tip of the arrow, and a bit of golden light is gathering momentum from above!

"Looking for white feathers in peacetime, but not in Shilin Zheng" The last two lines of gold characters turned into a golden torrent, and immediately poured into the arrows of General Jin Jia.

The next moment, the arrow shoots out!

"Shua~" The whole place was eclipsed, leaving only the golden stream of light passing through.

The golden light traveled thousands of miles and directly penetrated the huge body of the sacred beast!

"Roar~" The holy text beast seemed to be in great pain. It exploded with a second range attack, reaching the peak of its magical power, shocking some soldiers who were caught off guard to death!

However, no one paid attention to this at this moment. They all got up immediately and looked at the scene in front of them in great shock.

I saw a golden-armored general standing proudly in front of the hundred-foot-tall holy beast. Compared with the huge holy beast, the figure of the golden-armored general could be called small. But no one can ignore that majestic figure!

He still maintained his shooting posture, but the arrow in his hand was empty, and the bowstring was still trembling.

Look at the sacred text beast again and look for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com There was a huge gap on the left side of the body, and golden liquid flowed out, like blood...

The Saint Beast's defense was broken and it was injured!

"Poetry of the true God!" This thought subconsciously appeared in everyone's mind.

Because only the Holy Word Poems, which can activate the power of laws, can destroy the sacred beasts that are also formed by laws.

There is no doubt that this "Ode to the General" has reached the threshold of a poem written by God!

"Na...poetry of the true God!"

"What a poem about a military camp and a frontier fortress. The benevolent general, facing the giant beast, is calm, calm and unhurried, but has amazing power! This is the style of a general!"

"Poetry of the True Holy Word, I never thought that I, Wang Shixin, would be lucky enough to perform a poem of the True Holy Word." Wang Shixin shouted loudly, his face flushed with excitement. People who don't know think he wrote good poems.

"Being able to witness the coming of the poems of the true God's words, I will die without regrets!"

"A peerless talent, the champion Hou Zhen is a peerless talent!" A group of people shouted excitedly. In reality, some of them were only in the Spiritual Bridge Realm and the Divine Power Realm. On weekdays, limited to the rank, it is impossible to come into contact with the Holy God's Word Poetry, let alone cast it.

"How is this possible!" Zhang Wengu looked at Shen Zhui in disbelief. His eyes almost popped out.