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

When Mo Yao saw this, his jade flute trembled slightly and played a colder note. The surrounding air seemed to be frozen by this note, turning into countless ice needles and shooting towards Duanmu Qingcang. These ice needles carry a sharp cold air, and each one seems to be able to penetrate gold and stone.

Duanmu Qingcang felt the ice needles shot from behind him. He didn't look back, but just slashed with his backhand. The blue-gold long knife drew a perfect arc in the air and shattered all the ice needles.

Ci Song then slashed out a sword, using the sharpness of the Shui Han Sword and the power of the cold air to attack Duanmu Qingcang. Duanmu Qingcang felt the sharp sword energy behind him, his body swayed, turned into a phantom, and cleverly dodged. After Ci Song's attack. He struck again with his backhand, and the blue-gold long sword drew a bright ray of light and struck Ci Song.

Seeing this, Mo Yao waved her jade flute, and a line of cold air condensed into an ice wall, blocking Duanmu Qingcang's attack. The ice wall collided with the blue-gold sword, making a deafening sound.

Duanmu Qingcang's power was so powerful that the ice wall broke instantly, turning into countless ice shards and flying everywhere. Mo Yao was shocked. She knew that if this blow was not blocked, Ci Song would be injured.

However, at this moment, Ci Song's Shui Han Sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling cold light, and a sword curtain made of water vapor appeared in front of Duanmu Qingcang.

Duanmu Qingcang was slightly startled. He didn't expect Ci Song to be able to use the condensed sword curtain. However, he did not relax his vigilance because of this. With a wave of the blue-gold sword in his hand, another bright brilliance slashed towards the sword curtain formed by Shuihan Sword.

There was a loud noise, and the sword curtain transformed by Shuihan Sword instantly shattered, but Duanmu Qingcang's attack was also blocked. Ci Song took the opportunity to rush towards Duanmu Qingcang, the water cold sword drew beautiful arcs, and the biting cold air condensed into ice blades in the air, flying towards Duanmu Qingcang.

Duanmu Qingcang's figure kept flickering, dodging the attack of the ice blade. He always had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about these attacks.

However, at this moment, the notes played on Mo Yao's jade flute suddenly became high-pitched, as majestic as a phoenix's rebirth. A powerful force was released from the jade flute, echoing with the surrounding cold atmosphere, forming a huge vortex.

Duanmu Qingcang felt the power of this force and was shocked. He did not expect that Mo Yao could release such a powerful force in this extremely cold place. He no longer avoided the attack of the ice blade, but instead waved the blue-gold sword in his hand and slashed towards the whirlpool.

The blue-gold sword turned into a bright brilliance and collided with the vortex, making a deafening sound.

Duanmu Qingcang smiled slightly, a trace of golden light flashed in his pupils, and he used the long knife in his hand to exert force again. The tip of the knife touched the vortex, and the vortex instantly dissipated. The blue-gold talent suddenly burst out, as if it was going to set the whole world on fire. Under this hot breath, the surrounding ice and snow melted quickly and turned into a sheet of water vapor.

Mo Yao and Ci Song felt the fiery aura and couldn't help but be shocked. They did not expect that Duanmu Qingcang could release such a powerful force. Under the impact of this force, Mo Yao's jade flute trembled suddenly, and she felt her cold air collide with this hot breath, as if they were going to devour her.

Ci Song stood in front of Mo Yao in an instant, and the water cold sword burst out with a dazzling cold light, competing with the fiery aura. However, that fiery breath seems to be endless, constantly eroding Ci Song's talent. He felt as if the talent in his body was boiling, as if it was about to break through his meridians.

Mo Yao's jade flute trembled rapidly in his hand, and cold runes appeared in the air, trying to suppress the fiery breath. However, that fiery breath seemed to be flowing out continuously from Duanmu Qingcang.

"Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out from thousands of paths."

As a last resort, Ci Song recited a war poem again, and the Shuihan Sword in his hand emitted an even more dazzling cold light, as if to freeze the fiery breath. The surrounding air seemed to be split by the cold light, turning into countless ice crystals floating in the air.

When Mo Yao saw this, her heart trembled. She knew that this was Ci Song's final attack. She no longer retained her strength, and the notes played on the jade flute became louder. A powerful force was released from the jade flute, echoing the cold energy of the Shuihan Sword, forming an invisible sword energy.

"Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow."

Duanmu Qingcang felt this powerful force and was shocked. He didn't expect that Mo Yao and Ci Song could cooperate with each other so well. He did not dare to neglect, and drew a perfect arc with the blue-gold sword in his hand, condensing the fiery breath into a huge sword light, and slashed at the invisible sword energy.

There was only a deafening loud noise, and the invisible sword energy and the sword light collided, emitting a bright brilliance.

The light gradually dissipated, revealing the figures of the three people. Duanmu Qingcang still stood proudly, with a bit of a smile on his face and eyes full of relief.

Mo Yao and Ci Song had solemn expressions on their faces, and Ci Song was even more shocked, "Duanmu Qingcang was so strong. How much strength was he hiding in the literary battle at that time?"

Duanmu Qingcang took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Junior Brother Ci, your growth rate is much faster than I thought, but it's not just you who is growing."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, bringing up snowflakes. The snowflakes fluttered in the air, as if dancing. The snowflakes gradually grew larger, no longer one, but countless. These snowflakes fluttered in the air, getting bigger and bigger, and more and more dense. After a while, the whole sky was covered with these snowflakes.

The three stood in the snow, and Duanmu Qingcang's voice echoed in the wind and snow. He looked at Ci Song, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. His figure suddenly disappeared in the snowflakes, and the next moment he appeared in front of Ci Song. Duanmu Qingcang raised the blue-gold long sword in his hand high, and the blade flashed with a cold light.

"Junior Brother Ci, although you are talented, you are still too young. If you reach the level of Jinshi, I will definitely be the one who loses today."

Duanmu Qingcang's voice was full of determination, and the long sword in his hand slashed down suddenly. A brilliant light cut through the sky and whistled towards Ci Song. Duanmu Qingcang used all his strength in this attack. He wanted Ci Song to suffer some setbacks so that he could really grow up.

"Brother Duanmu, if it's a one-on-one fight, I'm really not your opponent, but with Yao'er's help, the outcome is still uncertain."

Mo Yao calmly blew the jade flute in her hand again, and a melodious note floated out of the jade flute, and blue talent flowed into Ci Song's body. Ci Song held the sword in his backhand and inserted it into the ground.

Layers of ice pillars rose from the ground and rushed towards Duanmu Qingcang. Duanmu Qingcang waved the long sword in his hand and slashed the sword energy at the ice pillars.

However, these sword energy were frozen the moment they touched the ice pillars, turning into ice sculptures.

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