At this moment, Song Mu had already displayed full power. The phantom sword shined brightly, and the sword light rose into the sky, tearing open the black light shield in an instant.
The light shield suddenly shattered and collapsed under the huge power, and the next moment, a ray of eyes fell along the tip of Song Mu's sword.
Just like a dazzling sunset leaking out of the dark clouds, the orange-gold light shines straight down on this city that has not been reached in a hundred years.
The dark city was tinged with a golden afterglow. As it fell, it gave people a sense of vicissitudes of life, but it was also shocking.
At this moment, Song Liwen was also suddenly startled, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look towards the sky.
A ray of sunlight fell, but Song Liwen squinted his eyes slightly.
This was a warm feeling that had not been seen for a long time. When this feeling enveloped him, it actually gave Song Liwen a moment of peace in his heart.
But the next moment, Song Liwen's bloody eyes surged, reflecting the red shadow standing in the air, and his blood energy suddenly surged.
The attack came unknowingly. Song Liwen was now facing the phantom in the sky, his blood and energy turned into a barrier, and then surrounded it towards the sky.
The sun was shining on Song Mu's head, but at this moment his eyes were slightly lowered, and at the next moment he was holding a long sword in his hands.
A vast wave of literary power spread over the city, and there was a sound of thunder in the clear sky, and then a strong wind blew in the sky.
Two red figures met in the sky and the earth at this moment, and rays of light burst out. At this moment, the pressure shook all directions, and the city suddenly shattered.
Song Liwen's figure appeared in the bloody eyes. At this moment, he raised a pair of bloody claws violently and grabbed Song Mu fiercely.
"So what if I become a saint or become a demon?!"
"Song Mu, today I want you to go to the underworld with me!"
Song Liwen roared like this, and at this moment, the blood statue suddenly shone brightly, and even more powerful blood appeared on the huge body.
Blood energy filled the air, rushing towards Song Mu from all directions at this moment.
Song Mu waved the long sword in his hand, and the words flashed with light. At this moment, he was fighting with Song Liwen with firm eyes. The long sword fell, but the blood statue stretched out its sharp claws, and at this moment, he forcefully caught the powerful attack.
The long sword cut off several sections of sharp claws, but the sharp claws of the blood statue changed at this moment, turning into a piece of squirming blood.
Song Mu suddenly looked up, only to find that the blood image in front of him began to change violently.
The originally ferocious figure was actually melting slowly at this moment, and the blood seemed to have a direction, and it was now climbing towards Song Mu.
All this took place in just a moment. Song Mu immediately swung his attack, and thousands of sword rays rushed out, creating bloody holes in the blood.
But in just an instant, these blood holes healed one after another. Song Mu didn't even have time to react. At this moment, the blood curtain directly wrapped himself.
"Let's die together!"
After Song Mu was completely enveloped by the blood curtain, he could only vaguely hear the words in it. Song Liwen was roaring filial piety in an extremely arrogant manner, and Song Mu immediately felt the power of the scarlet blood in front of him.
Almost immediately, Song Mu realized that his awe-inspiring righteousness began to disappear.
This made Song Mu immediately alert. At this moment, he realized that the situation in front of him was the same as the previous battle. Song Liwen once again used the method of devouring.
But the difference is that the blood can taint Song Mu's righteousness even more. After just a moment, Song Mu felt that the shadow had become a lot darker.
Outside the blood curtain, the Golden Crow was forming attacks one after another, heading towards the blood curtain at this moment.
But the blood curtain seemed not to be afraid of these flames at all. No matter how it burned, Song Mu's shadow was still being consumed in the agitated blood curtain.
Song Mu also tried to use telekinesis many times, but found that this time no matter how powerful he was, he could not stop the opponent's devouring pace.
When Song Liwen saw this situation, he couldn't stop laughing.
"Song Mu, I risk my life to fight with you, how can you escape!"
As the other party said this, surging power continued to ripple out of the blood curtain, and Song Mu's shadow was crumbling for a moment.
Song Mu also looked anxious when facing this kind of luck, but the next moment his face turned sharp. At this moment, Song Mu bit his fingertips, forced out the blood, and drew on them.
"The River is Red" was completed in an instant, with thunderous drum beats and murderous intent.
The book "Song of Righteousness" is completed, a red light suddenly appears, and the purest energy spurts out...
At this moment, Song Mu wrote all his poems with all his strength, and the poems appeared on this shadow, and then moved around him with huge power.
At this moment, the literary power in Song Mu's body poured out like river water, filling this phantom with countless powers.
The blood curtain that wrapped the phantom was still devouring it crazily, and the two sides were engaged in a wrestling match at this moment.
A rapid struggle between life and death.
Song Mu didn't know that he had written that poem. He just felt that his brain was exhausted at this moment, and his body was even more exhausted at this moment.
But the blood curtain in front of him was still bright.
At this moment, Song Mu suddenly heard a buzzing sound in his mind. The next moment, Song Mu felt the ancient book in his mind unfold. At the same time, the words he wrote on the shadow were at this moment.
He kept flashing into it.
The ancient book was constantly opened in Song Mu's mind, and what was written on it was a poem by Song Mu. At this moment, the poem imprinted on it was shining brightly.
Song Mu saw the power of this ancient book again after a long absence.
I saw the ancient book opened instantly, and after absorbing the words, there were actually different poems shining brightly in it.
Those are the golden lines in countless poems of Song Mu. These fine lines passed down from generation to generation, at this moment, turned into rays of light, rushed out of Song Mu's body, and turned into a suit of armor of words to protect it.
The red shadow had completely dissipated at this moment, and the blood curtain had eroded in front of Song Mu.
But at this moment, Song Mu unexpectedly realized that there was no more power flowing out of his body.
Although his body was still dry, when Song Mu clenched his fists, what he held in his hands was real power.
The blood curtain touched Song Mu's body, and the next moment it was blown away by a piece of poetry shimmering with golden light. At this moment, Song Mu had already pulled out the swallow sea and faced the blood curtain directly.
Without saying anything, Song Mu rushed out.
Outside the blood cocoon, the Golden Crow was still launching attacks, and although Tang Cai was restrained, he looked proud at the moment, as if he had foreseen the upcoming victory.
But just the next moment, a long sword and a blood-stained arm suddenly appeared from the huge blood cocoon.
The long sword deflected slightly, and the force on the arm surged wildly, suddenly shaking away the blood around him.
A long roar resounded throughout the world, and a figure rushed straight out of the blood cocoon.
The blood cocoon suddenly exploded, and the entire city was soaked with blood. In the sky, Song Mu stood facing the wind.
A burst of righteousness suddenly bloomed from his left hand, and now it enveloped a human form that was no longer struggling.
Song Liwen's breath was weak, and there was a huge blood hole in his chest, with only the blood lines still shaking slightly.
"Son!"
Tang Cai immediately shouted angrily and began to struggle fiercely, while Song Mu had already approached Song Liwen's body with awe-inspiring righteousness, and said in a deep voice.
"Song Liwen, if you tell me personally, you will avoid the punishment of soul searching before death."
Song Liwen raised his eyes slightly and looked at Song Mu, with a calm expression on his face.
I don’t know if he is unable to say anything more or he already knows that his death is coming.