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

In the tense and solemn atmosphere, the figure of the literary figure who was originally lying in a pool of blood slowly rose up as if being pulled by a mysterious force. His clothes were fluttering gently in the wind, and the originally solemn scene became extremely strange because of this scene. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the figure that was gradually rising.

As the literary figure rose into the air, his body began to undergo strange changes. The wounds that were originally bloody and bloody gradually healed, but not in a normal way, but as if they were swallowed up by an invisible force. The skin at the edges of the wounds quickly shrank inward, as if being pulled by a strong suction force.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to become transparent, as if layers of veils were lifted, revealing the purple talent flowing in his body.

This purple talent surged like a river, overflowing from his body and gradually covering his entire body. However, at this moment, the purple talent began to fluctuate violently, rolling like waves in a storm.

Immediately afterwards, the purple talent began to gradually dissipate, as if swallowed by an invisible force. Everyone just felt like a flower before their eyes, and the purple talent bloomed like fireworks, and then quickly dissipated between heaven and earth. At the same time, the figure of the fallen literary hero also disappeared, leaving only silence and emptiness.

All this happened in a short moment.

"Kill! Revenge for the literary giant of the Merchant Alliance!"

"revenge!"

With the fall of the literary giant, the literati in South Korea were filled with grief and anger, and began to launch a fierce attack. On the battlefield, swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Screams and wails echoed throughout the battlefield.

No one expected that in less than half an hour, a literary giant would die.

However, Yingtian and the others were not shaken by this change at all. At this time, the black dragon spear in Yingtian's hand was stained with blood, and his talent was more than half consumed, but he did not stop at all. There were at least thirty dead souls of Jinshi under his spear, and they had become the dead souls in his hands.

Mo Zhi, who cooperated with him, had at least 100 Korean literati died under his sword. Unlike Yingtian who had consumed more than half of his talent, Mo Zhi's talent in his Dantian was not consumed much. He clearly felt that Ci Song remained in him. The seal in his dantian is constantly weakening, and the sealed and uncontrollable talents are constantly pouring into his dantian, replenishing his state.

And he also used his talents more skillfully in fighting against others again and again.

"Prince Liang, although my sister and brother-in-law worked together to kill hundreds of Hanlin officials, we are still at a huge disadvantage. There are too many Korean literati. Our Liang literati side has lost at least three points, while the Korean literati side has lost at least three points. The number of people who have fallen is greater than ours, but if this continues, we will definitely lose.”

The long knife in Mo Zhi's hand penetrated the chest of a Jinshi, and then sent a message to Yingtian behind him.

"There is no other way. All we can do now is to delay until the literary giant wins."

Yingtian held the gun in both hands and suddenly flew the Korean Jinshi in front of him away. Then he saw Mo Zhi's figure appearing behind the Korean Jinshi.

Then, the long knife in Mo Zhi's hand instantly passed through the neck of the Korean Jinshi, and the entire head was separated from the body. Blood spurted out. Mo Zhi stepped aside slightly, looked at the corpse of the Korean Jinshi on the ground, and moved the long knife in his hand horizontally to block the attack of another Korean Jinshi behind him.

In the literati battlefield, although it is a melee, most literati follow the tacit understanding of looking for opponents of the same realm. It is rare that a high realm takes the initiative to massacre a low realm. After all, everyone is a literati, and they have it in their hearts. One's own perseverance. Only when all the opponents at their own level have been killed will they choose to attack the literati at a lower level.

But there are always people who break this tacit agreement for various reasons.

On another battlefield, perhaps Ci Song and Mo Yao's record of killing hundreds of Hanlin soldiers was so terrifying that the Korean literati directly chose to have two great scholars join forces to deal with Ci Song and Mo Yao.

These two great Confucian scholars, Ci Song, had some impressions of them. When Ci Song was at Han Sheng Academy, he met them once and remembered that they were gentlemen of Han Sheng Academy.

"Young friend Ci, please don't blame me. My fighting power is too terrifying. In order to win this battle, we two must take action against you. Please forgive me, little friend, Li Tan."

One of the great scholars stood in the air and said to Song Ci with his hands in hand.

Another great scholar also made the same move, and then said to Ci Song: "Little friend Ci, please use all your strength, even if you kill the two of us, it doesn't matter, and I will also attack with all my strength, but if Xiaoyou Ci feels that No matter how hard you try, Han Si will also stop as long as Mr. Ci chooses to leave the battlefield."

"This battle is related to South Korea's life and death. Why did you two choose to let Ci Song go?" Ci Song asked.

"Although we come from different capitals, in the final analysis we are all from Tianyuan Continent. And our real enemy comes from outside Tianyuan. Ci Xiaoyou's talent is unparalleled in ancient and modern times. Not long ago, he even killed the ghost ancestor. So The record is really

It's amazing. With such talent, one should go to Tianguan to fight against the aliens and fight for the Tianyuan Continent.

If we open up new territory and expand our territory, if we fall here, it will really be a loss for our Tianyuan Continent. And Han Si and I will always be sinners through the ages. Li Fei answered with his hands raised.

"We have all been to Tianguan. We have been guarding the pass for ten years, four of which were spent on the front line of the Tianguan battlefield. We understand the threat of aliens to our Tianyuan Continent. If one day, the aliens really break through the Tianguan, the entire Tianyuan Continent will suffer a more terrible destruction than it is now." Han Si took over Li Fei's words and continued.

Ci Song looked at the two of them and also showed respect for them. Then he bowed to them and said, "You two are both teachers from Han Sheng Academy. Why don't you go to Tianguan? With your cultivation and strength, you will definitely be able to do your part for Tianguan."

Li Fei smiled, and his smile was close and warm.

"Most of the teachers in the academy have gone to Tianguan. We were born and raised in the capital of Han since childhood. We are also registered disciples of Mr. Han Yan. Like our teacher, we are willing to do our last bit for the land behind us. Even if the hope is slim, we are willing to give it a try."

Han Si's eyes became firm as Li Fei spoke.

"There is no point in talking more, friend Ci, go ahead. Before you choose to leave, we two will not hold back either."

After that, Li Fei and Han Si exuded a terrifying green talent, lingering around them. This green talent was like a thick fog, constantly surging and spreading, as if it was going to swallow everything in this endless sea of ​​clouds.

In this sea of ​​clouds, a faint light gradually appeared. Looking closely, you can see that it seems to be a crescent moon, which is looming in the clouds and mist, as if it will break through the shackles at any time and show up completely.

The talent of a great scholar is like a cloud, and the talent of a literary master is like a moon. The talent of the two is enough to show that their cultivation is only one step away from being a literary master.

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