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

Mr. Yi slowly put away the life-and-death form, his gaze like a torch, through the chaotic dust, falling on Fang Zhongyong and Ci Song, who were tensely confronting each other below. In his eyes, there was a faint appreciation for the young man's spirit, but also a deep helplessness.

Mr. Yi shook his head slightly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. These young men always like to make bets on life and death, just like eating and dressing. They cannot understand that there is an insurmountable gap between life and death.

However, even if he knew this, Mr. Yi could not stop this contest. Yi Fusheng had seen too many such young men, and it was not easy for him to interfere too much.

"Then you can each go prepare for half an hour. The next student will come on stage."

After Mr. Yi said this, he slowly pointed to the side, and Ci Song and Ning Ping'an flew off the stage. Then the other two students walked up to the position in front of Fang Zhongyong and Ci Song. After the two sides announced their names, they began to fight. .

Ci Song returned directly to his residence. At this moment, he lost the blessing of Tianguan's talent. His cultivation was like the ebbing sea water, instantly slipping to the realm of Jinshi. The originally vast and cloud-like talent in his body only had two pairs left at this moment. It was about the size of a fist and looked very weak and lonely.

Perhaps because of this, Ci Song also felt a little tired. He sat on his chair and closed his eyes to take a nap.

Half an hour later, Ci Song opened his eyes, stretched briefly, and then returned to the martial arts field. At this time, Fang Zhongyong was already standing on the high platform, waiting for Ci Song's arrival.

He was holding a pure black long sword. The blade was as black as ink and as smooth as a mirror. It had no flaws or even half a pattern, which made it even more profound and mysterious. The long sword emits a faint light, seemingly containing an endless abyss, as if it can swallow all light, revealing an arrogant and intimidating aura. The sunlight falls on the long sword, but it seems to be swallowed by the sword body. The deep black cannot be penetrated, which adds a bit of mystery.

Fang Zhongyong also changed into a pure black scholar's robe today. The robe was well-tailored and had smooth lines, making his tall and straight figure even more heroic. The hem of his robe fluttered gently in the wind, as if with a kind of elegance and freedom, which also made his originally ordinary face look much more handsome.

"Ci Song, come on stage. I will wash away the shame of the past today." Fang Zhongyong was majestic and powerful. His eyes were fixed on Ci Song without any fear.

After hearing this, Ci Song stretched out and looked like he had just woken up. He jumped onto the ring and said, "No wonder you are so confident. It turns out that you have obtained a literary treasure. You are more blessed than me. It's much better to imagine, but do you think you can fight me with it?"

"Fu Yuan, what is Fu Yuan? This is all obtained through my hard work, and this is all due to my own strength!" Fang Zhongyong snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain.

"Come on, I don't want to talk to you. Let's make a quick decision. I still have a lot of things to do."

Ci Song waved his hand, then looked at Mr. Yi standing in mid-air and said, "Mr. Yi, can we start?"

Seeing this, Mr. Yi nodded and said, "I announce that today the battle between Fang Zhongyong and Ci Song will begin!"

On the ring, one person was holding a sword, and the other had his hands crossed. Both of them were calm and composed, and did not take action immediately.

"Ci Song, take action."

Fang Zhongyong held a long sword in his hand, and his whole body was fierce and sharp. He waved the long sword slightly, and the buzzing sound from the sword was like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger, giving people a feeling of domineering power.

"Okay, then you can take it."

As soon as Ci Song's words fell, the next moment his figure appeared directly next to Fang Zhongyong. The distance between the two sides was almost zero. A trace of fear flashed in Fang Zhongyong's eyes. The long sword in his hand swung instantly, and the blade cut through the air, sending out a series of air breaks. There was a sound, but Ci Song's figure was like a ghost. Before Fang Zhongyong could react, he had avoided all the attacks. Not only that, his left hand had already grabbed Fang Zhongyong's long sword, and his right hand turned into a claw and pointed towards Fang Zhongyong grabbed his throat.

Fang Zhongyong's expression changed, and he suddenly stepped on the ground with his left foot. With the help of this kick, his whole body leaned back, and he instantly distanced himself from Ci Song. His face was stern, and there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes. The long sword in his hand Standing in front, pointing directly at Ci Song's face.

"The sword in the scholar's hand has no flowers and no blood. His heart is like steel being refined a hundred times, and his mouth is like frost and hail."

Fang Zhongyong groaned softly in his mouth, and his own talent rippled in the air, causing ripples. He turned his wrist slightly, and the sword body jumped, and the blade made a crisp chirp. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to be darkened, leaving only the silver sword light shining alone.

The sword light was like the Milky Way under the moonlight, dazzling and dazzling. It carried a fierce momentum, like a silver waterfall, sliding violently in the direction of Ci Song.

"No, your talent?"

Ci Song's eyes narrowed slightly, and the golden talent surged through him. The golden talent surrounding him surged out like a savage beast, churning with endless power. This golden talent gradually condensed, and finally turned into a golden sword, standing proudly in front of him, like a golden general guarding the heavenly palace, exuding a heart-stopping pressure.

At the same time, the silver waterfall on the opposite side was like a Milky Way upside down, pouring down with endless chill and sharpness. The moment the silver waterfall collided with the golden sword, it was as if the sky and the earth changed color. The golden light intertwined with the Milky Way, splashing countless bright sparks, just like the brightest star falling in the night sky.

On the entire ring, silver and gold light intertwined, like a grand and shocking painting slowly unfolding. The air was filled with the sharp sound of metal collisions and the strong fluctuations caused by the excitement of talent. The students watching the battle below felt the majestic power swaying freely on the ring, as if the whole world was trembling.

"Disperse."

Ci Song muttered, and a series of golden sword lights instantly dispersed the Milky Way and rushed towards Fang Zhongyong. Fang Zhongyong gently waved the black sword in his hand, and the golden sword light was instantly shattered, bursting out waves of ripples.

"Pah pah pah."

Ci Song, who was opposite Fang Zhongyong, actually applauded him. Ci Song's face showed a look of understanding, and said: "No wonder you dare to fight a life-and-death battle with me. It turns out that you rely on your cultivation as a Hanlin and a piece of calligraphy by a literary giant."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the students present showed shock, "What, this Fang Zhongyong is actually in the Hanlin realm? How is this possible?"

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