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

In an instant, the purple talent on Han Yan's body began to surge, and then turned into a blazing flame. Han Yan's whole body was surrounded by purple flames, and the flames burned fiercely for about half a quarter of an hour.

The flames gradually dissipated, and a young man with a stern face and wearing a purple moiré robe appeared in front of everyone. He was exactly what Han Yan looked like when he was a young man. Now, he has completely disappeared from the old and frail appearance, and is full of strength. momentum.

"Swallowing the Taoist Fruit and sublimating to the highest level, in exchange for the peak of literary power, Han Yan, why are you doing this?" Meng Kai looked at Han Yan's appearance, a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Meng is a descendant of Meng Sheng. He has a distinguished status. He was born in the outer world and grew up in the Master's Hall. He has long been separated from the world. Han Yan is a layman. He was born in South Korea and grew up in South Korea. Every inch of South Korea's territory , are all my home, and I will never remain indifferent while watching my territory being invaded.”

"I am willing to use my incomplete body to exchange for the integrity of my territory. It is worth it."

After Han Yan finished speaking, he slowly stretched out his right hand, and a purple flame appeared in his palm. The burning flame reflected every detail of Han Yan's palm.

When Meng Kai saw Han Yan's actions, he sighed slightly, then bowed to Han Yan to express his respect, and then he disappeared without a trace.

"Mr. Han, why are you doing this? Swallowing the Semi-Saint Dao Fruit by yourself is going against the path. After your death, you will not be able to enter reincarnation and will completely dissipate between heaven and earth."

When the literary giant next to Han Yan saw Meng Kai leaving, he asked. Seeing Han Yan's appearance at this moment, he felt infinite sadness in his heart.

"My family and country are about to be destroyed, why should I cherish this body? Behind me are the last mountains and rivers of my country. These territories are our flesh and blood, how can we give them up so easily."

After Han Yan finished speaking, the purple flame flew out from his palm, slowly flew behind him, and turned into a purple saint's shadow, which looked like Han Sheng.

"Everyone, please join me in killing the enemy and protecting our country."

Han Yan fell down with a sound, and the purple saint's shadow suddenly flew out behind him, turning into a purple torrent and rushing towards the Daliang scholar.

"kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

At this moment, all Korean literati have been infected by what Han Yan has done. At this moment, they have only one thought in their hearts, and that is to kill, kill these invaders and protect their last homeland.

"Everyone, please don't hold back and fight with all your strength. I will fight Mr. Han and hold him back as much as possible."

On the literary giant's side, Zhang Wenlong spoke to the literary giants behind him. Among all the literary giants present, he was the only one who had truly reached the pinnacle of literary power and could temporarily compete with Han Yan.

Immediately, all the literary giants flew higher into the sky to fight in the sky, while the great scholars fought in mid-air.

The ground is the battlefield below the realm of Hanlin, and it is also the main place where Ci Song and his team participate in the battle. Yingtian takes the lead and can directly use his energy to condense a black dragon gun.

"kill!"

Ying Tian shouted loudly, and the black dragon gun burst out, turning into a black starburst and piercing a Korean Jinshi. The Jinshi held a silver-white spear and collided with the black dragon gun.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the black dragon spear instantly penetrated the silver-white spear with the force of thunder. The silver-white spear shattered like fragile ice crystals under the impact of the black dragon spear, and the scattered fragments shone with cold light in the air. The Korean scholar was also severely injured, and under the impact of the dragon gun, the Korean scholar flew backward violently like a kite with broken strings picked up by the strong wind.

At this moment, a gray figure appeared like a ghost in the direction where the Korean scholar flew upside down. That was Mo Zhi. He was holding a gray slender long knife. At the moment when the Korean scholar flew backwards, Mo Zhi swung his long knife, and a gray sword light instantly cut through the air and slashed towards the Korean scholar.

This sword was silent and piercingly cold, instantly cutting the Korean scholar in half. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground red, while the Korean literati's body split into two halves in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Yingtian and Mo Zhi rushed into the chaotic crowd. Yingtian holds the black dragon spear like a mad tiger, causing rivers of blood wherever he goes. Yingtian defeated his opponent head-on with powerful attack power, while Mo Zhi took the opportunity to launch a fatal blow. His long knife was flashing with cold light, and almost every time he swung the knife, he could take away a life.

The literati who were originally high in the eyes of the world now feel like grass and grass. On the battlefield, some have their arms cut off, some have their chests torn, and some have their heads pierced, with various injuries. Literati are being killed almost every moment.

On the other side, Ci Song and Mo Yao's situation looked much worse. The moment the battle started, Ci Song and Mo Yao were surrounded by nearly a hundred Hanlin soldiers. Then one after another, fierce talents turned into various attacks and attacked from all directions. Come, like dense raindrops, surrounding Ci Song and Mo Yao.

Facing this overwhelming attack, Mo Yao's eyes flashed with worry. She raised her hand and waved it, and the coldness in her palm instantly turned into an proud plum jade flute. She played the flute gently, and the flute sound was melodious and melodious, but it also carried a sense of arrogance.

As the flute sounded, icicles rose from the ground like a forest of ice crystals, tightly wrapping her and Ci Song in it. Those icicles were crystal clear and shone with a cold light.

Ci Song's eyes were as cold as ice. He held the Shuihan Sword tightly with his backhand, the sword flashed with a cold light, and inserted the Shuihan Sword deeply into the ground.

"The wind whistles and the Yishui River is cold. Once the warrior leaves, he will never return."

Ci Song muttered, and the body of the Shuihan sword began to tremble violently. The surrounding cold air quickly condensed and intertwined with the surrounding ice pillars to form an indestructible ice wall.

The ice wall quickly rose and turned into a barrier, tightly protecting Ci Song and Mo Yao. The attacks from the outside world were as fierce as a storm, but every time the attack touched the ice wall, it would make a deafening roar, but the ice wall was as immovable as a mountain. No matter what kind of attack, it could not leave the slightest trace on it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the attack was endless, and the air around the ice wall was filled with smoke and dust.

"I have fought for three thousand miles, and my sword has been as powerful as a million soldiers."

A line of poetry suddenly reached the ears of the hundred Hanlin scholars who were besieging Ci Song. The next moment, a sword light flashed across the space in the ice wall, instantly shattering several talents besieging Ci Song. The Hanlin scholars who tried to approach the ice wall were also frightened by the sword light and retreated one after another.

This sword light was like a brilliant galaxy, drawing a golden track in the air, attracting the attention of many literati on the battlefield.

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