Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Bai Ye took a deep breath. He knew that he would definitely have to fight this junior brother today. The talent in his body suddenly stirred up, and a powerful aura was released from him.

Then a black writing brush appeared in his hand. This writing brush was not the calligraphy treasure given to him by the literary giant Ci Song Dynasty, but the treasure he selected in the Treasure Pavilion, which was in line with his Jinshi realm. It was made from ancient times. Made of the hair of a giant beast, the whole body is as black as ink, with a faint light shining at the tip of the pen.

"Junior Brother Ci, I'm offended."

Bai Ye slowly picked up the pen and wrote the word "beast". The next second, Bai Ye's talent surged out from his meridians like a river. As the talent poured into the space in front of Bai Ye, it condensed into a head. A burly, dark ancient behemoth, this behemoth exuded a strong death aura, as if it had stepped out of the abyss of hell.

"Junior Brother Ci, this is the 'beast' character trick I newly learned from the Fierce Beast Pen. You must be careful when dealing with it."

Bai Ye's reminder reached Ci Song's ears at the right time. Ci Song was holding the Shui Han Sword in his hand and his face was very solemn.

"The hall is full of flowers and drunk with three thousand guests, and the light of a sword chills fourteen states."

As Ci Song recited the poem, the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a bright light. It was cold, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and a fierce sword intention was released from the sword body.

Immediately afterwards, Ci Song's figure disappeared in an instant, and the next moment he appeared in front of Bai Ye, slashing at the brush in Bai Ye's hand with a sword. His idea was simple, if Bai Ye's talent output was interrupted, this giant beast would definitely defeat itself.

When Bai Ye saw that Ci Song dared to attack him, a happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He dodged the sword and appeared behind Ci Song like the wind, with the brush in his hand in the void. With a wave, a black ink mark flew out from the tip of the brush and hit Ci Song's back.

Ci Song trembled and dodged the black ink mark. The long sword in his hand drew a semicircular trajectory in the void. A powerful sword intention was released from the sword body, and the black ink mark was released. The ink stains collided together.

A loud "boom" sound was heard, two powerful forces collided in the air and sparks were produced, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify.

The ancient giant beast transformed from the "beast" formula suddenly roared and rushed towards Ci Song. Wherever the giant beast passed, the space seemed to be torn apart.

Ci Song's figure instantly appeared in the air, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards the giant beast. A bright sword light was released from the sword body and collided with the giant beast.

"boom"

The long sword collided with the giant beast. Although the water cold sword in Ci Song's hand did not chop the giant beast into pieces, the cold air penetrated into its body. The giant beast's figure instantly froze in mid-air, and the next moment it issued a A shrill roar fell towards the ground, hitting the ground hard, making a deafening noise, and then turned into black ink and disappeared on the ground.

"Junior Brother Ci, it seems that your strength is far beyond my imagination. When I was your age, I was far from having such fighting power."

Bai Ye's figure appeared in the distance, and the brush in his hand began to write again. He looked at Ci Song, his eyes full of admiration.

"Senior Brother Bai, thank you very much."

Ci Song's figure fell from mid-air, and his hand holding the long sword began to tremble slightly. The pressure brought by Bai Ye was too great, far exceeding the pressure given to him by Duanmu Qingcang and Zeng Xiangteng. He finally You know why the students of Zilu Academy are so afraid of your senior brother Bai.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ye had already written the word "sword". The brush in his hand turned into a long black sword, with a faint light all over the body. A fierce sword intent was released from the sword body, as if to kill Everything around him was shattered. "Junior brother Ci, pay attention. This is my 'sword' tactic, which is much more powerful than the beast tactic."

Bai Ye's figure disappeared in an instant, and the next moment he appeared in front of Ci Song, and the black sword in his hand stabbed Ci Song's Shui Han.

"The Xia Ming Sword is bowed and illuminates the frost, and the autumn wind moves the horse out of Xianyang."

Ci Song once again recited "Youth Journey" to strengthen his fighting power. With sword energy flowing freely, the Shuihan Sword in his hand rushed towards Bai Ye like a giant dragon.

A crisp sound of "ding" came out, and the two long swords collided in the air, sparking. Bai Ye's figure was like the wind, constantly moving in the void, avoiding Ci Song's attack, while the black long sword in his hand kept moving toward Ci. Song attacks.

The figures of the two people kept intertwining in the field, their swords were flowing freely and their momentum was like a rainbow.

This time, Bai Ye had the upper hand. The black sword in his hand directly forced Ci Song back. Ci Song was thrown away and almost fell to the ground.

"Junior Brother Ci, are you okay?"

Bai Ye's figure appeared in the distance. The black sword in his hand had disappeared and turned into a brush again. He held it in his hand. His eyes were a little worried. Although Ci Song now has the blessing of two war poems, Zhan His strength was comparable to that of Juren, but the gap between him and himself was still huge. He was really afraid that he would really hurt Ci Song.

"It doesn't matter."

Ci Song staggered and stood up from the ground. The Shuihan Sword in his hand burst out with bright light again, but at this time he was completely exhausted, and the talent in his body had completely disappeared. If it weren't for the two war poems Blessings, he had already been defeated.

"Junior Brother Ci, otherwise we just give up. If you have done something wrong, just apologize to the teacher. I believe he will be able to forgive you."

Bai Ye tried his best to persuade Ci Song. He couldn't bear to see Ci Song like this. However, he had only fought with Ci Song for four moves. If he continued to fight, Ci Song would overdraw all his talents. If he continued to fight, Ci Song might really get hurt.

At this moment, Bai Ye was full of guilt. He even thought that if he had not broken through the Jinshi level and only fought with Ci Song with the cultivation of Juren, let alone ten moves, even a hundred or a thousand moves, his junior brother could easily take it.

"Brother Bai, there is no possibility of turning back. Let's continue."

Ci Song raised his head and looked at Bai Ye. There was a bit of stubbornness in his eyes. He didn't want to give up. He wanted to fight for his dignity.

"Junior Brother Ci, you..."

Bai Ye frowned and looked at Ci Song who was still struggling. The hand holding the brush began to tremble. For a moment, he didn't know how to choose.

"Senior, if I write a war poem and make it recognized by heaven and earth, will I have enough fighting power to deal with Senior Brother Bai Ye?"

Ci Song asked the Wenyun Pearl in his Dantian. This was the first time that Ci Song took the initiative to seek help from the Wenyun Pearl.

Soon, the old man's voice came to Ci Song's ears, "The gap between a scholar and a Jinshi is like a natural moat. A war poem alone cannot make up for the gap."

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