Chapter 508: The Calligraphy of a Great Writer Made From the Incomplete Ghost King's Soul, a Frog in a Well

Fang Zhongyong cursed angrily in his heart, then spit out a mouthful of blood and coughed several times in succession. At this moment, he finally sensed Ci Song's talent and cultivation. He did not expect that Ci Song actually had the talent of double fists. Such cultivation , among all the students who participated in the selection of the Fifth Academy Tea Party this time, they can be ranked in the top ten.

He really didn't understand why the realm of Ci and Song Dynasty improved so quickly. He also used poetry to ink, and during this period, he had written nearly a hundred poems to improve his realm. Why was he still not as good as him?

Although Fang Zhongyong was not angry, he did not have any fear. He used his talents to stop the wound and prevent the blood from flowing out. Then he poured all his talents into the black sword in his hand and placed it on his sword. A wisp of blood was smeared on the tip, and the long sword seemed to be called by life and began to make a low buzz.

The long sword, which was originally dim and as black as ink, gradually dissipated in Fang Zhongyong's hand, turning into dots of black light and stagnating in the mid-air. These black lights began to flow slowly as if they were alive, condensing into the image of a ferocious evil ghost.

The evil ghost had a ferocious face and red eyes. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the golden sword light released by Ci Song in one gulp. The golden sword light disappeared without a trace in its mouth.

"Huh? Is this the aura of the ghost clan? And the ghost aura can only be emitted by the ghost king level. The sword in Fang Zhongyong's hand is a bit strange."

Ci Song looked at the ferocious evil ghost, and his heart was full of doubts. When Mr. Yi, who was standing in the air, saw the evil ghost, he subconsciously thought that it was really the ghost king who had appeared. But when he used his talent to carefully explore the evil ghost, When he saw the evil ghost, he discovered that it was not the real ghost king, but just the ghost of the ghost king, and this ghost was extremely incomplete.

"Being able to refine a Ghost King-level ghost and forge it into a sword. Only a true forging master can possess such skills."

Mr. Yi sighed in his heart, and then turned his eyes to Ci Song. Although he knew that Ci Song had gone to Tianguan, he did not know what Ci Song had done specifically, whether he had seen the ghost clan, and whether there was a way to restrain it.

But what he is more curious about now is where Fang Zhongyong got this sword. Since Fang Zhongyong joined the academy, he rarely leaves the academy. Where did he get such an opportunity? The literary giant Mo Bao is not a cabbage, casually You can pick it up easily.

"Ci Song, you behave like an evil ghost. Today I will use the power of an evil ghost to completely kill you and make you disappear from the world."

Fang Zhongyong noticed the "shock" in Ci Song's eyes, sneered in his heart, and showed a proud smile on his face.

"Torrential ghost power, annihilation."

After saying that, Fang Zhongyong took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly, as if he had gathered all his strength in his palms. He waved violently, and saw his remaining talents pouring into the evil ghost's body. The originally ferocious face of the evil ghost gradually became softer and its outline became clearer under the influence of talent.

In the blink of an eye, the evil ghost turned into a man wearing a black robe. He stood in the open field, tall and straight. The black robes rustled in the strong wind, as if they were competing with the power of heaven and earth. The ghostly aura surrounding the man was surging like hot lava, and every ray exuded a heart-stopping and terrifying aura.

As the ghost energy surged, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, making a sharp hissing sound. The overwhelming ghost power exploded instantly, swallowing up everything around it and turning it into nothingness.

"Kill."

A crazy smile appeared on Fang Zhongyong's face, and then, he controlled the tall evil ghost figure and slowly approached Ci Song.

"I have killed all the ghost ancestors, but you, a ghost king, are showing off your power in my place. What are you pretending to be?"

Ci Song mocked in his heart, and then put the Shui Han Sword into its scabbard, and the golden talent gathered in the palm of his right hand.

"What? Are you scared?"

When Fang Zhongyong saw Ci Song put away his sword, he sneered in his heart and showed an even more proud smile on his face.

"The frog at the bottom of the well sits down in the well and looks at the sky."

Threads of golden electric light, leaping like a dragon, wrapped around Ci Song's right arm. The electric light seemed to be given life, shining with dazzling light. They seem to have endless vitality, like fine silver snakes circling and dancing in the air.

Under this bright electric light, the surrounding air seemed to become thinner, carrying an anxious aura. The collision between the lightning and the air made a "sizzling" sound.

"Super clear thunder method, lightning strike."

Ci Song shouted, his voice full of majesty and power. He raised his right hand and released a light golden electric light at the evil ghost controlled by Fang Zhongyong. The electric light was like a sharp sword, cutting through the darkness, instantly penetrating the thick black fog, and directly hitting the seven orifices of the evil ghost.

The evil ghost looked extremely ferocious under the illumination of the electric light. It made a shrill scream, and the sound was full of panic and despair. As the electric light penetrated, the evil ghost's body began to twitch violently. As the black mist rolled, it seemed as if an invisible force was tearing its body apart.

The next second, the pale golden lightning penetrated the evil ghost's body, turning it into countless black ash. The black ash scattered in the air, like dust blown by the wind, and gradually disappeared between the sky and the earth.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? Where is my literary masterpiece?"

Fang Zhongyong saw that his ghost king was killed by Ci Song with one blow. His eyes turned red and he let out a shrill neighing sound. What followed was the backlash from his talent.

Fang Zhongyong almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. His face was pale and the surging emotions in his heart overwhelmed him.

"With the calligraphy of a great writer and the cultivation of a Hanlin scholar, why would I lose? This is impossible?"

"Why? Tell me why? I obviously have the treasure of a great writer and the cultivation of a Hanlin scholar. Why can't I defeat you?"

"Why?"

"Tell me!"

Fang Zhongyong slumped on the ground, his eyes red. He stared at Ci Song, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

Ci Song did not answer, but just looked at Fang Zhongyong coldly. Until now, he still didn't understand how he had offended Fang Zhongyong and why he had taken on a "life and death" feud with him. If it was because he had beaten him severely before, it was Fang Zhongyong who provoked him first, and it was Fang Zhongyong who attacked him first. Ci Song himself was just defending and counterattacking.

"Tell me, why? Why?"

Fang Zhongyong spat out blood again, and his whole body was extremely depressed. Even so, he still asked without giving up. He was eager to know what the gap was between him and Ci Song.

"The gap between you and me is a chasm. If you want to kill me, it's a fool's dream."

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