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

The mirage dragon wandering in the sky seemed to feel Duanmu Qingcang's gaze. Its huge dragon eyes looked down and saw Duanmu Qingcang at a glance.

Feeling the mirage's gaze, Duanmu Qingcang's body trembled suddenly, and then he immediately sat down cross-legged, made seals with his hands, and muttered words. His entire eye sockets shone with golden light, as if he was really looking into the eyes of the mirage. Although Mirage Dragon's eyes only glanced at Duanmu Qingcang, there was huge coercion in this eye, which was a kind of intimidation for the superiors to the inferiors.

"It seems that a prosperous era of literature is about to come. Now that the avenue is recovering, geniuses are springing up like mushrooms after a rain. Perhaps my death will be the beginning of this prosperous era."

Mirage looked at Duanmu Qingcang who had awakened the eyes of the saint, and said calmly in his heart.

Duanmu Qingcang also felt this gaze. He used his talents to resist the intimidation of the mirage.

At this time, the mirage seemed to realize that its gaze had no impact on Duanmu Qingcang. Its huge dragon eyes narrowed slightly, and then it withdrew its gaze and continued to wander in the sky.

Seeing that the mirage withdrew its gaze, Duanmu Qingcang breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how powerful the mirage was. If the mirage really wanted to attack him, he would have been destroyed just now. He is a very curious person, and now he has awakened the eyes of the saint that can see through illusions, just like peeking into the true body of the mirage, but he was frightened by this phantom, although he did not know the true identity of the mirage. How terrifying his body was, but just this shadow made him feel the threat of death.

On the other side, only half an hour later, Ci Song had fully recovered. He found that the recovery speed of his talents had accelerated a lot, which puzzled him. All the talents around him continued to pour into his body, and Mo Yao did not. He didn't help himself. Logically speaking, his recovery speed shouldn't be so fast.

But Ci Song's brows suddenly raised, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. He remembered that since he came out of the Immortal Tower, when he fought against others, his talent consumption rate had become extremely slow. Even fighting against Shang Wuliang only consumed 40% of his talent. Now he calmed down and It was found that the recovery speed of talent increased exponentially. There must be some reason for this.

"Did I really get the chance to visit the Immortal Tower? But I didn't find anything unusual?"

Thinking of this, Ci Song immediately sank into his body and checked carefully. There was nothing abnormal, which made Ci Song very puzzled.

"Is this the blessing that the remaining talent in the Immortal Tower brings to me?"

Seeing this scene, Ci Song immediately thought of this possibility, and only this possibility could explain why the talent in his body recovered so quickly.

Mo Yao saw Ci Song open his eyes, with a smile on his face, and said, "Brother Ci Song, are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine, Yao'er, don't worry." Ci Song smiled and shook his head, then he stood up and looked at Duanmu Qingcang in the distance.

"Junior Brother Ci, have you recovered?"

Duanmu Qingcang also felt Ci Song's gaze, turned his head and looked at Ci Song.

"Well, I'm almost recovered. Unexpectedly, it only took me half an hour to recover to my peak condition."

Hearing Ci Song's words, Duanmu Qingcang also had a puzzled look on his face. He naturally saw that Ci Song's talent had fully recovered, but he didn't know what was going on.

"I didn't use up much energy just now, so I recovered quickly."

Ci Song did not tell the truth, after all, this was his own opportunity.

"In this case, let's take action quickly and end this battle. I feel inexplicably uncomfortable here."

Duanmu Qingcang frowned and said, although he didn't know the specific reason, he could clearly feel that this was definitely not a good place, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.

"good."

Ci Song nodded, then he looked at Mo Yao who was not far away, and said: "Yao'er, please stay back, the next battle may affect you."

"No need, you two can attack together. My level is much higher than yours. If we fight alone, even if we win, it will still be a weak victory."

Although Duanmu Qingcang's words were plain, they were full of determination. He had obviously made up his mind to fight Mo Yao and Ci Song at the same time. Mo Yao and Ci Song looked at each other. There was no pretense between them. Mo Yao smiled lightly and said, "In this case, we, husband and wife, are offended."

She slowly raised her hand, and the cold air gathered in her palm, turning into an proud plum jade flute, and then she started to play it gently. The music is like melting ice and snow, with the breath of spring, but also a hint of coldness. Mo Yao's jade flute seemed to have become a melody between heaven and earth, leading the direction of the wind, making the surrounding atmosphere cold and solemn.

The cold air echoed with the water cold sword in Ci Song's hand. Layers of water ripples rippled on Ci Song's water cold sword, as if to amplify the cold breath and condense it into ice. He took a deep breath and mobilized the talents in his body to the extreme. A chilling aura emanated from his body, echoing with Mo Yao's cold aura, forming an invisible pressure that pressed towards Duanmu Qingcang.

Duanmu Qingcang's expression remained unchanged. He slowly raised his hand, and a ball of blue-gold talent condensed in his palm. This blue-gold talent exudes a fiery aura, which is in sharp contrast to the cold aura around it. Duanmu Qingcang waved his hand lightly, and the talent turned into a blue-gold long sword.

The blade was shining brightly, as if it had gathered the essence of heaven and earth. He held the blade with both hands and suddenly raised it upwards. A wave of hot air rushed into the air and collided with the invisible pressure of Mo Yao and Ci Song.

Duanmu Qingcang's footsteps slipped, and his body instantly disappeared from the spot. The blue-gold blade light cut through the void and slashed towards Mo Yao and Ci Song with the momentum of destroying the world. With this knife, Duanmu Qingcang condensed all his talents into it, which was extremely powerful and frightening.

At the same time, Ci Song's Shuihan sword also collided with the blue-gold long sword. The two powerful forces collided with each other, making a deafening sound. Ci Song only felt a shock in his hand, and the Shuihan sword almost slipped out of his hand. He was startled and quickly calmed his mind, pouring all his talents into the Shuihan sword.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold. Once the warrior leaves, he will never return."

Ci Song chanted the verses from "Jing Ke's Song of Yishui River". His body suddenly rushed towards Duanmu Qingcang. The Shuihan Sword burst into a dazzling cold light and collided with the blue-gold long sword again.

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