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

Suddenly, a strong black and white light burst out from the Shui Han Sword in Ci Song's hand like a violent storm. It was like the purest yin and yang between heaven and earth, forming a grand and shocking Bagua picture hovering in the air. Flying.

Immediately afterwards, the black and white light spread quickly as if it were alive, covering the entire martial arts arena in a world of black and white.

The entire martial arts field seemed to have turned into a mysterious world, with the black and white light flowing in it. Everything fell into stillness. The fallen leaves that were originally floating in the martial arts field also fell into stillness and stayed in mid-air.

"Another Taoist secret?"

Zhong Qi was shocked. He felt that this power was different from ordinary ones and contained endless mystery and depth. He stared at Ci Song closely, his eyes flashing with confusion and shock.

The yin and yang energy on Shuihan Sword is getting stronger and stronger, as if it is going to swallow up the entire martial arts field. Under the shroud of this power, Zhong Qi felt that the speed of his talents had significantly slowed down a lot, and everything in the martial arts arena fell into silence.

At this moment, a long sword suddenly appeared on Ci Song's left hand. This sword is completely different from the Shui Han Sword. It is crystal clear, as if carved from a piece of flawless jade. Under the sunlight, the sword body emits a faint light, shining like a star, which is dizzying.

Ci Song held the sword tightly, his eyes shining with determination. He took a deep breath, and the talent in his body surged crazily, as if he wanted to fully unleash the power of the sword.

"Is this sword the legendary sword Hanguang?"

Zhong Zai looked at the long sword in Ci Song's hand. Based on its extremely obvious features, he recognized it at a glance as the Hanguang Sword, one of the famous swords.

Immediately afterwards, the azure pen in his hand once again displayed his cyan talent, condensing into a majestic word "sword". In an instant, it turned into a long green sword, shining with a dazzling light.

Ci Song raised his eyes and looked at Zhongqi, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "Senior Brother Zhongqi, how about we decide the outcome with one move?"

After hearing what the other party said, Zhong Qi nodded gently, as if to verify his inner decision. The profound talents of Jinshi's cultivation surged out like a spring at this moment, like a torrent breaking through the gate, unstoppable. The tip of his sword flashed across the air quickly, as if it was alive. The characters "sword" and "roy" jumped out from his writing like living creatures and merged into Zhong Qi's body.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Qi's figure suddenly flashed and turned into a bright stream of light, speeding away in the direction of Ci Song. The speed of the stream of light was as fast as lightning in the sky, and even the air seemed to be split by it, which was jaw-dropping. The surrounding scenery receded rapidly before his eyes, as if the whole world was blurring at his speed.

"Vertical and horizontal combinations."

Ci Song held the lightsaber in his left hand and used the vertical sword technique. The sword light poured down like a waterfall and turned into a white dragon shadow. Holding the Shui Han Sword in his right hand, he used the horizontal sword technique. The sword was so sharp that it turned into a black dragon shadow. Two black and white dragon shadows flew intertwined in the air, sometimes lingering, sometimes biting, and finally they came together and collided with the sword energy of the azure sword in Zhong Qi's hand.

At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed by this powerful force, and the space became distorted. The roar of the sword energy converging was deafening, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling.

The sand and stones on the ground were rolled up by this force, forming a dusty scene. The confrontation between Ci Song and Zhong Qi is like a decisive battle between heaven and earth, thrilling and jaw-dropping.

Only when the dust and smoke dispersed did people see the scene on the battlefield clearly. Ci Song held a sword in one hand and half-knelt on the ground. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The originally flawless white Confucian robe was also scratched in many places by the sword energy, revealing the dark lining underneath.

Zhong Qi also looked particularly embarrassed. The long green sword in his hand was broken into two pieces during the confrontation with Ci Song. The broken sword in his hand turned into a blue pen again, and was held tightly in his hand. His slightly trembling right arm was now soaked in blood. , the dazzling red contrasts sharply with the azure blue of the pen body.

"Sure enough, Zongheng swordsmanship is Junior Brother Ci's biggest trump card."

Zhong Qi stood up slowly, with a hint of helplessness and appreciation in his voice. Soon a smile appeared on his face again, "Junior Brother Ci, it seems that I have lost this battle."

Ci Song also stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Senior Brother Zhongqi, we should be tied."

Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable confidence. He knew that although he had used the strongest sword, Zhong Qi also showed amazing strength. If he and Zhong Qi continued to fight, he would most likely lose.

Of course, if the two of them were fighting for their lives, Ci Song was 100% sure that he could kill Zhong Qi. Of course, it would take some effort and time. But at the moment, he and Zhong Qi were just sparring. If they were to fight him head-on, Ci Song admitted that he was not Zhong Qi's opponent yet.

However, this also made Ci Song admire Bai Ye more and more. Bai Ye completely overwhelmed Zhong Qi in the battle between heaven and man. Zhong Qi didn't even have the strength to fight back. Even Zhong Qi's self-destruction did not cause any harm to Ci Song. , this is enough to explain how powerful Bai Ye is.

"We just agreed that one move would determine the outcome. This move, I lost."

Zhong Qi released his talent to heal himself, then took back his azure pen and saluted Ci Song, "Congratulations to Junior Brother Ci for passing the third test. You don't need to take the entrance examination in the future."

Seeing this, Ci Song also returned the courtesy to Zhongqi and said: "Thank you very much, senior brother Zhongqi."

Zhong Chang responded with a smile, then turned and walked down the martial arts stage, each step looking firm and powerful.

Seeing this, several disciples of Zilu Academy immediately surrounded him, their faces full of concern. They asked one after another: "Big Brother, are you okay?"

"Big Brother, you still have a lot of moves to use. Are you deliberately letting Ci Song pass the trial?" Another student's tone was also full of respect and admiration for Zhong Chang.

"Of course, you know the strength of the senior brother. He just defeated a senior brother with Hanlin cultivation who came back from Tianguan a few days ago." Another person echoed.

However, in the face of everyone's compliments, Zhong Chang waved his hand, and there was no trace of complacency on his face. He said in a deep voice: "I didn't hold back in today's fight. The reason I lost was because I was too proud and thought I could take on Junior Brother Ci Song's move."

"Today, Junior Brother Ci Song won openly, and I lost with conviction."

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