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

"Bah!"

"Groan!"

The two black and white dragons instantly intertwined with Ci Song's sword swing, colliding with Han Tuo's purple sword energy.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion swept across the entire high platform in an instant. The black and white dragons released by Ci Song were violently torn apart by violent wind and rain in the loud noise. The originally majestic dragon body was instantly split into half by Han Tuo's purple sword energy. The remains of the two dragons were flying in the air, and the purple sword energy was like an all-devouring monster, frantically devouring the remaining fragments of the two dragons.

That sword energy has a strange power, and it becomes more violent every time it swallows a piece of debris. The fragments transformed by the two dragons were scattered in the sky, and the strange purple sword energy floated in the air, as if waiting for Han Tuo's next order.

"It's nothing more than that."

A smile appeared on Han Tuo's lips. He crossed his wrists and slowly raised the two swords, pointing at Ci Song. "You lost, and the price is your life."

"Really? Mr. Han, are you really sure you will win?"

"What?"

Han Tuo's expression changed and he turned around quickly, but he didn't find anything strange at all. He suddenly realized that he had been played, and he became very angry.

"Junior, how dare you tease me!"

When he turned around angrily, a golden light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and a thin needle shrouded in golden talent flew towards him like lightning. He subconsciously raised his sword to resist.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, the thin needle collided fiercely with the long sword, and was instantly cut into several pieces. However, this thin needle seemed to contain some kind of special power, which did not dissipate after being cut off, lingering around him.

"This thin needle is..."

Surprise flashed in Han Tuo's eyes, but before he could react, several thin needles instantly turned into golden lightning and shot towards him. He quickly turned around to block it, but the golden lightning seemed to ignore his defense and instantly penetrated him. It penetrated his shoulder and pierced his right chest.

Han Tuo felt a sharp pain, as if he had been struck by lightning. His whole body was paralyzed, and even breathing became difficult.

His eyes widened, he couldn't believe that he could be hurt by such an attack. He endured the pain and looked up, only to see Ci Song standing coldly below, with a proud smile on his face.

"ah"

Han Tuo let out a muffled groan, and his face instantly turned pale. He quickly used his talent to force out the lightning that pierced his body, but it was useless. The lightning seemed to be destined to enter the sea, and there was no trace of it.

"What the hell is this!"

Han Tuo looked at the golden thunder surrounding him, his eyes full of horror.

"Mr. Han, a soldier never tires of deceit. You are so old, why don't you understand such a simple truth?"

Ci Song's figure appeared on the high platform, with a slight smile on his face, "You don't really think that I, a Jinshi, can attack Hanlin from behind, do you?"

"Junior, what on earth are you using!"

Han Tuo's face suddenly turned livid. He stared at Ci Song in front of him, his eyes full of shock and anger. He clearly felt that his body was being torn apart by the golden lightning, and the intense pain made his whole body His face turned pale. At this moment, he was trying to use his talent forcefully. He felt that his whole body was filled with energy and blood, and his eyes were turning black.

At this moment, he also fell from the high school and landed back on the high platform. The purple sword light in mid-air also lost control and struck directly towards Han Tuo.

"not good."

Han Tuo's expression changed, and he quickly dodged away, regardless of suppressing the golden lightning in his body.

But he heard Ci Song's voice reaching his ears, "Shangqing Lei Dharma, Ding."

As Ci Song's voice came out, the lightning that had previously penetrated Han Tuo's body completely exploded,

Han Tuo felt a violent electric current spread instantly in his body. His whole body twitched and his face was distorted. He watched helplessly as his muscles began to twist and were swallowed up by lightning. The intense pain made him couldn't help but let out a scream. screams.

"ah!"

Han Tuo was frozen in place, and what greeted him was the strange purple sword energy he had released earlier.

At this moment, Han Tuo could no longer care about his grace. Faced with the threat of death, he roared ferociously and grabbed his chest with both hands, trying to forcefully remove the lightning that had penetrated it.

"useless."

Ci Song's light voice completely plunged Han Tuo into despair.

"My little friend, this is your special day, and it's not a good time to see blood."

A ray of purple talent flew to the high platform accompanied by the sound. The purple talent collided with the purple sword energy, and there was a loud "boom". The purple sword energy was instantly defeated by talent and dissipated in the air.

Han Tuo below suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. His face instantly turned pale, and he half-knelt on the ground weakly, staring blankly ahead.

A look of anger suddenly appeared on Ci Song's face. He turned around, holding the Shui Han Sword in his hand, pointing the sword at the person who had just taken action, and said: "We are competing on the stage. When will it be your turn to interfere?"

The person who took action was an old man who looked to be in his sixties. He was also dressed in purple robes, with white beard and hair. He looked like a fairy and had an aura of being out of the world.

"My little friend, this time the two of you are fighting, it's just a discussion, there's no need to hurt other people's lives, right?" The old man said softly, stroking his beard.

"Sparring? Old sir, are you too old and confused? This man said he wanted to take my life as soon as he came on stage. Now you're telling me it's a sparring?"

Ci Song smiled lightly, and the Shuihan sword in his hand was lightly wiped in front of him. A terrible sword intent spread around, and everyone present felt a chill coming.

Ci Song smiled lightly, and the Shuihan sword in his hand was lightly wiped in front of him. A terrible sword intent spread around, and everyone present felt a chill coming.

"Hantuo is just like this. Besides, the means used by you when fighting with Han Tuo were really unfair. Now, even if you win this battle, how about you spare Han Tuo's life?" The old man replied lightly.

"Unfair? And you still say 'even if I win'?"

Hearing this, Ci Song was so angry that he laughed on the spot, "I say, old sir, have you been in the Master's Hall for too long and your brain is not working well? Just now, this old dog came up and directly said he wanted to take my life. What did I say? First of all, this is unfair. Old sir, Ci Song is only fifteen years old this year, which is almost two generations older than me. If he was in Yansheng Academy, he could be my teacher. You are here to tell me that it is fair?"

"If I were the same age as him, I could kill this old dog with one finger. Do you believe it?"

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