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

"It can't be pierced?"

Zhang Wenlong had a look of surprise on his face. He didn't expect that his full blow could not break the crack.

At this moment, the purple dragon attacked again, and its huge dragon claws struck Zhang Wenlong.

Zhang Wenlong moved and narrowly avoided the attack of the dragon's claw, but his expression became ugly.

"This purple dragon seems to be stronger than before."

Zhang Wenlong was secretly surprised. He didn't know why the purple dragon's power suddenly increased, but he knew that if this continued, the seven of them might not be able to defeat the purple dragon.

"Although my sword is a literary treasure, it is still not powerful enough to penetrate flaws."

A flash of anger flashed in the purple dragon's eyes. It didn't expect Zhang Wenlong to discover his weakness so quickly. The dragon immediately adjusted its body shape,

The dragon scales on its abdomen were completely covered, and at the same time, a violent force burst out from its body, sweeping towards Zhang Wenlong and others.

"not good!"

Feeling the violent power, Zhang Wenlong's expression changed, and he quickly activated the saint's shadow to block the power.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the phantom of the saint summoned by Zhang Wenlong and others shattered inch by inch under the violent force, and they also suffered a lot of backlash and flew out one after another.

"Ahem!"

Zhang Wenlong fell to the ground, couldn't help but cough a few times, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

Seeing that Zhang Wenlong was injured, the other six people quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.

"I'm fine."

Zhang Wenlong shook his head, but his expression was very ugly, "The strength of this purple dragon's body may have truly reached the holy realm. It is not that the sword in my hand can break it. I am afraid that only a semi-holy treasure can break it."

"Then what should we do?" A look of embarrassment appeared on the faces of several people. Some of them may have semi-holy treasures, but most of them keep them at home as inheritance items and generally do not travel with them. Carrying it with them, when they came to the Great Zhou City this time, they did not expect to encounter such a powerful enemy. What's more, even if they possess the Semi-Saint Treasure, they may not be able to exert the true power of the Semi-Saint Treasure.

"Let's work together to use our strongest attack and see if we can break through the purple dragon's defense."

A stern look flashed in Zhang Wenlong's eyes. He knew that their only option now was to attack together and try to break through the purple dragon's defense.

"Mr. Zhang, I have a sword that I can lend to my senior to slay the dragon."

A cold voice reached Zhang Wenlong's ears.

"Little friend Ci?"

Zhang Wenlong turned around and saw that Ci Song, who was supposed to be fighting outside the Daliang camp, had appeared not far from them at some point.

When the literary giant from Qi saw that a young man dared to appear where they were fighting Taifu Hou, he quickly shouted, "Who are you? If you don't want to be affected and die inexplicably, just leave quickly. otherwise...."

Before the literary giant finished speaking, Ci Song suddenly saw a three-foot long sword in his hand. The sword was slender and filled with a cold air. It seemed that even the surrounding temperature was affected by the sword. appeared and dropped a few points.

What shocked the people present the most about this sword was its spike. Under the blessing of the cold, the whole body of the sword turned ice blue, and the aura it exuded was undoubtedly a semi-holy treasure.

"The name of this sword is Shuihan, which is a literary treasure. But with the blessing of the Donglin sword spike, it can also exert the power of a semi-holy treasure."

Ci Song said lightly, and then he threw the long sword towards Zhang Wenlong.

Zhang Wenlong reached out to catch the sword, and suddenly felt a chill running down his arm, making him shiver.

He looked up at Ci Song, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Little friend Ci, this sword..."

"Mr. Zhang, there is no need to ask any more questions. Just use this sword to kill the dragon."

Ci Song smiled slightly and didn't explain much.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenlong stopped asking any more questions. He could feel that this long sword was extraordinary, and it might really be able to break through the purple dragon's defense.

He took a deep breath and poured all the literary energy in his body into the long sword. Suddenly, the coldness on the long sword became stronger, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen.

"Mr. Zhang, this is a gift from my father and Dean Yan. Remember to return it to Ci Song when you are done with it."

After saying that, Ci Song turned around and stepped forward. When he took the first step, his figure instantly appeared several feet away, and disappeared from everyone's sight in just a few breaths.

"This is the Taoist method of harmonizing light and dust. Who is this person?" the literary giant from Zhao asked.

"Don't say anything else first, kill this old dragon first," said the literary giant of Yan State.

Zhang Wenlong felt the powerful power contained in the Shuihan Sword and the Donglin Sword Spike, and felt confident in his heart.

"Everyone, this is the last try. If this attack fails to work, the seven of us will fall into the hands of this person today. If word spreads, I'm afraid it will make the literati of the same generation laugh at us." Zhang Wenlong was the first to speak.

The seven people used their remaining talents to summon the saint's shadow again, merged with it, and then rushed towards the purple dragon transformed by Taifu Hou again.

The other six literary giants once again provided cover for Zhang Wenlong and launched attacks from six different directions at the same time, overwhelming him and having to adjust his body shape to fight the enemy.

Zhang Wenlong seized the moment when the purple dragon revealed its dragon scales, and swung the Shuihan Sword towards the dragon. A dazzling cold light flashed, and the power of the Shuihan Sword and the Donglin Sword Tassel instantly burst out, condensing into an extremely cold sword light, and slashed at the dragon scales fiercely.

"Swish!" A harsh sound rang out, and wherever the Shuihan Sword passed, the space seemed to be frozen, leaving a long ice mark.

The purple dragon's dragon scales were also directly split open by the slash of the Shuihan Sword, revealing a deep wound that could be seen to the bone. "Ah!"

The purple dragon let out a cry of pain, and its body suddenly became a little staggered, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

"Success!"

Seeing this scene, the other six people showed joy on their faces. They knew that as long as they could break the purple dragon's defense, they would have a chance to defeat it.

"Take advantage of now!"

Zhang Wenlong shouted in a low voice, swung the Shuihan Sword again, and slashed at the purple dragon.

Seeing this, the other six people also launched attacks. For a moment, all kinds of attack methods gathered by talents bombarded the purple dragon.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of loud noises sounded, and the purple dragon kept screaming in pain under the joint attack of everyone, and the wounds on its body became more and more.

Finally, as Zhang Wenlong swung the last sword, the purple dragon was completely shattered by the sword light, and a figure fell from the sky and finally fell on the wall of the Great Zhou Royal City.

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