In the cold wind, the incense candle that was still burning sparks looked so weak, and its dust was scattered all over the floor.
Now the incense candle seemed to be almost burned out, and when everyone thought Ye Chen was going to give up, Ye Chen got up in vain.
Amid the astonished gazes around him, Ye Chen wrote and stared with both eyes. His whole temperament was not as sharp as Feng Yunxiao's, nor was he as murderous as Situ Fang's.
The cold wind rolled up Ye Chen's long hair on his forehead, and a trace of murderous aura spread out. This was Ye Chen's killing intent, a restrained killing intent.
The wine was scattered all over the floor casually, and the wine was also sprinkled on the pen and ink. The unique fragrance of the wine floated out, causing everyone to be surprised.
Slowly closing his eyes, Ye Chen was waiting, waiting for the moment when his energy and energy reached the peak. At this moment, Ye Chen's mind kept replaying the killing career he had experienced in his past and present lives.
It was as if the howls of some innocent souls were floating in my ears, and for a moment, a dark wind blew across the entire jade platform. This dark wind made Feng Yunxiao and Situ Fang break into cold sweats.
Everyone shuddered involuntarily. The weather in early spring has never been colder than in late winter!
Snowflakes fell down to the endless void, drifting with the wind, until the first snowflake slipped from the tip of Ye Chen's nose, Ye Chen opened his eyes in vain, and his eyes flickered.
Horrifying murderous intent instantly burst out from Ye Chen, and the air within a few meters around him seemed to condense into ice crystals and fell all over the ground.
At this moment, Ye Chen's right hand holding the pen also started to move, swiping the pen and spraying ink without any pause. The jade pen seemed to have spirituality in Ye Chen's hand. The right hand danced, and flowing movements emerged,
With a smile on his face, Ye Chen swayed out all his wine-scented ink, and when it landed on the rice paper, it turned into wildly cursive handwriting.
Before starting each stroke, Ye Chen could not help but see the person who died under his sword appearing in front of his eyes. Therefore, every stroke and stroke contained a heart-stopping killing intent.
The cold wind danced with the tip of Ye Chen's pen, and so did the snowflakes. For a moment, an invisible pressure appeared on the jade platform out of thin air.
In response, Mo Che and the others opened their eyes one after another and looked at Ye Chen with a slightly solemn look, while Feng Yunxiao and Situ Fang had to summon their true energy to resist this inexplicable pressure.
The whole world fell into silence. In Ye Chen's perception, there was no longer anything in the world, no life. The only thing in the world was the rice paper in front of him and the pen in his hand.
The jade pen was like turning into a murderous sword, taking away countless lives while waving it and spraying ink. Ye Chen's eyes were sometimes clear, sometimes confused, as if he had entered a state of selflessness again.
The entire jade platform seemed to have turned into hell. At this moment, everyone realized that the thin figure actually contained such a heart-stopping murderous intention. How many times did it take for this kind of murderous intent to form?
Under the pressure of murderous intent, the incense candle burning in the void was suppressed in vain, and its burning speed also became extremely slow.
When Ye Chen's last handwriting emerged from the rice paper, the incense candle finally burned out, and the last spark was extinguished by the cold wind.
However, the moment Ye Chen put away his pen, there was a loud bang, and a murderous intention that broke through the sky suddenly rushed into the endless void.
Buzz buzz! When the murderous intention rushed to the sky, its seven stone statues also erupted with a strong aura of awe-inspiring aura. Finally, the awe-inspiring aura merged with the shocking murderous aura.
What is unbelievable is that at this moment, the seven stone statues, which were as stable as mountains, began to tremble violently in vain, and the trembling sound could not be heard.
Bang! Mo Che, who was sitting on the stone chair, stood up in vain, looking at the seven stone statues in the void with shock on his face. What kind of article could actually resonate with the statues!
And dull expressions also emerged from everyone. How many articles have resonated with the icons throughout the ages?
The seven stone statues trembled, and seven huge phantoms suddenly emerged from the stone statues. When everyone took a closer look, they found that the seven phantoms were the images of the seven legendary Confucian disciples.
In an instant, there was a dull thunder in the distant sky, followed closely by countless electric snakes, and the sky was filled with lightning and thunder.
The seven stone statues were not only trembling at this moment, but also shaking, and their roaring sounds were endless. This strange phenomenon lasted for several moments before it stopped.
The seven phantoms gradually dissipated, and the lightning and thunder in the void continued. At this moment, everyone turned their attention to Ye Chen and the rice paper falling on the stone table. What did he write that could arouse the attention of the Seven Sages of Confucianism?
Resonance! At this moment, Ye Chen looked at the seven stone statues above the void with a slightly confused expression. His eyes gradually became clear from confusion, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.
Ye Chen raised the wine pot and drank it. The wine spilled on the rice paper again. At this moment, the rice paper slowly floated up to the void.
For a time, countless surprised eyes looked up into the void involuntarily. They wanted to see what article could resonate with the Seven Sages of Confucianism, even Fengyunxiao and a few others.
The rice paper, as white as snow, was covered with dense writings. The rice paper was rolled together and slowly unfolded from top to bottom. The first thing that appeared in everyone's eyes was three huge characters in wild cursive writing: Killing song! See you.
At this, everyone trembled. Just these three words revealed the artistic conception that the master wanted to express. In an instant, everyone felt as if they were in a hell on earth.
As the rice paper gradually unfolded, the dense handwriting appeared clearly in front of everyone's eyes. For a moment, the entire Chenxi Square became murderous. Even the Nian Samsara, a Soul Martial Realm warrior, had a dignified look on his face at this moment.
He also stood up suddenly, his eyes fixed on the rice paper as white as snow.
His wildly cursive handwriting appeared on the rice paper:
“A man should kill without mercy.
The eternal karma is all in killing people.
In the past, there was an Assassin's Alliance, and the loyalty was strong.
If you wear red, you will kill someone. Your body is lighter than a feather.
.....
Reputation is like dirt, and those who disdain benevolence will ridicule.
Wearing an iron sword, he kills people in anger.
.....
Men, don't tremble, I have a song for you to listen to: Killing one is a sin, killing ten thousand is a hero.
If you slaughter nine million, you will be called the hero among the heroes.
The League of Assassins has a different path: see through thousands of years of benevolence and righteousness, but use it to achieve glory in this life."
When the last handwriting appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the timid spectators turned pale, obviously frightened by the killing intent in this murderous song.
The cold wind swept up the remaining snow on the ground, and a trace of murderous intent still appeared in everyone's mind. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but picture the hell on earth. Everyone's minds were immersed in this murderous atmosphere, and the thoughts continued to appear in their minds.
Listening to this poem, at this moment, Nian Samsara also closed his eyes, immersed in the past killings. Only Ye Chen and Mo Che were awake in the entire square.
Mo Che's eyes were sometimes awake and sometimes confused. His deep voice gently repeated the verses on it, and his face changed constantly!
And Mo Che's voice seemed to have some kind of magic power, easily bringing everyone into the artistic conception of the murder song, the heroism of a man killing his enemy, and the persistence of killing anyone who can be killed.
The entire vast morning square was filled with Mo Che's deep voice. It took a long time for Mo Che's voice to sink in.
The roar of the cold wind continued, and everyone was still immersed in the poem. After a few breaths, Mo Che's voice sounded again: "Anyone who is unfaithful can be killed! Anyone who is unfilial can be killed! Anyone who is unkind can be killed! Unjust
Everyone can be killed!" When the last word floated out of Mo Che's mouth, a thunder exploded in vain in the endless void, and the electric snake rolled.
And this thunder also woke up everyone who was immersed in the poem. For a moment, countless eyes with different emotions looked at Ye Chen, including the rather surprised look of Nian Samsara.
Holding a wine bottle in one hand and a jade pen in the other, Ye Chen was dressed in a military robe as white as snow, his thin figure looking so weak in the cold wind.
However, no one dares to look down upon this thin figure at this moment, not even the tutors and third-year students...