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

"Ci Song will not hold back either. You two gentlemen are offended."

Ci Song took out the light sword from the jade pendant and held it in his left hand. Mo Yao played the flute at the same time. The ice blue talent he released unfolded behind Ci Song and mixed with the water cold sword in Ci Song's hand. The Hanguang Sword merged, and the moment Ci Song took out the Hanguang Sword, Li Fei and Han Si took action at the same time.

The two of them took a step forward at the same time, and each took out a folding fan. Emerald green talent exuded from the folding fan. They quickly formed seals with their hands, and complex green talent characters were quickly condensed on the folding fans. Each one was dozens of years long. The long blue sword of talent, exuding endless pressure, swung towards Ci Song.

Ci Song held the light sword tightly in his left hand and also took a step forward, directly facing the blue talent sword.

"Qiang!"

The sound of metal collision sounded, and the terrifying cyan talent sword was blocked by the light sword in Ci Song's left hand.

"This sword is not at the level of a scholar's calligraphy treasure. Why is it so hard?"

Li Fei and Han Si had doubts in their minds at the same time, but before they had time to think about it, Ci Song's voice reached their ears.

"When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the company camp. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings tumbling outside the Great Wall, and the autumn order of troops on the battlefield!"

As the voice of Ci Song sounded, a chilling air suddenly rose, and the endless sword energy criss-crossed, condensing into soldiers wearing armor. They seemed to be heroic warriors walking out of the ancient battlefield, exuding a strong fighting spirit. Intent and murderous intent.

"The horse moves so fast, the bow moves like a thunderbolt."

Ci Song continued to chant, and the murderous aura became stronger and stronger. A handsome war horse and a bow and arrow flashing with thunder condensed into substance, appearing behind Ci Song, exuding terrifying pressure.

"Finish the king's worldly affairs and gain fame both before and after his death. This pity happened in vain!"

When the last line of the poem came out, a shadow slowly appeared. The figure's appearance was somewhat similar to Ci Song, but his appearance was much older than Ci Song. He was seen riding a war horse, holding a thunder long bow, standing behind Ci Song.

"war!"

The soldiers condensed with sword energy and talent heard Ci Song's call, and at the same time raised their swords and attacked in the direction of Li Fei and Han Si.

At the same time, the handsome horse raised its head to the sky and neighed, and the phantom drew a bow and aimed at the two people in the sky. The momentum of the soldiers also reached its peak at this moment, like a truly invincible army. , to overcome all obstacles ahead.

This was the second time that Ci Song used poetic vision to face the enemy. The first time was on the tea mountain at the Wuyuan Tea Party, when he faced the trial of silence. At that time, he was only in the state of childbirth, and he still needed to borrow the power of the tea mountain. Only talent can trigger the vision of poetry.

Now that he has broken through the Imperial Academy, and with the assistance of Mo Yao's flute music, he has truly unleashed the vision of poetry.

Feeling the terrifying power emanating from the sword warriors and horse bows and arrows, Li Fei and Han Si's expressions were solemn, their bodies quickly dodged, and their hands quickly formed seals, trying to gather their strength to resist the siege of the army.

"boom!"

The sword soldiers struck hard at the condensed talents of the two men, making a deafening roar. The terrifying aftermath spread to the surroundings, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

At the same time, the phantom loosened the string of the bow and arrow in his hand, and the power of the golden heavenly punishment thunder spirit turned into a golden bow and arrow, and shot rapidly into the smoke.

"Pfft!"

There was a muffled sound, and blood dyed the cyan talent red. Li Fei and Han Si flew out and fell to the ground hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from their mouths.

The thunderous bow and arrow stuck into Han Si's shoulder without losing force, directly piercing his shoulder. The terrifying thunder power and sword energy attached to the bow and arrow passed through Li Fei's left body, leaving a deep mark on his body. Bone scars are visible.

With one blow, just one blow, the two semi-literary scholars were injured.

"What a terrifying poem, such a terrifying war poem. It is so powerful that it may be comparable to the war poems handed down from generation to generation."

They saw Han Si and Li Fei activate the folding fans in their hands at the same time, and two talents flew out of the folding fans and flew into the wounds of the two of them, forcing out all the sword intent and thunder power contained in the wounds. The wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, only the holes and blood stains on the clothes were left on the two of them, but the folding fans that originally exuded emerald green light also dimmed a lot.

"It seems that we have underestimated Xiaoyou Ci's strength. Let's just use our full strength. Otherwise, not only will we not be able to hold Xiaoyou Ci back, we may also die under his sword."

Han Si shook the shoulder that had been pierced just now, his eyes flashed with solemnity, and he said to Li Fei beside him.

Li Fei nodded slightly when he heard the words. He looked at Ci Song with a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "If we attack with all our strength, ordinary scholars may not be able to catch it. Little friend Ci is no better than the Hanlin Academy. I'm afraid..."

After hearing this, Han Si chuckled and said, "What you said, can an ordinary scholar seriously injure us with one blow?"

"makes sense."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Han Si no longer hesitated. The cyan talents on their bodies surged like a tide. The jade rings on their right hands emitted cyan light together, forming a connection. Then they saw that their originally distinct talents began to change. Slowly merging, it turned into an emerald green ocean, from which the terrifying talent and coercion emanated, making the entire land tremble.

"hold head high!"

A high-pitched dragon roar suddenly sounded, shaking the earth and the sky. A nearly ten-foot-long green dragon soared from the emerald green ocean of talent and hovered in the void. The terrifying pressure enveloped the entire world, as if even the space was suppressed and solidified.

The green dragon exuded endless majesty and nobility. Its body was covered with emerald green scales, each of which was as crystal clear as jade and emitted a faint fluorescence.

"Ang!"

Another high-pitched dragon roar sounded, and the green dragon opened its huge mouth, revealing sharp dragon teeth, and went directly to swallow Ci Song and Mo Yao. The terrifying dragon might seemed to crush the two.

"Fei Guang Fei Guang, I offer you a glass of wine."

"I don't know how high the blue sky is, or how thick the yellow earth is. I only see the cold moon and the warm sun, which are used to fry people's longevity."

"Eating bear will make you fat, and eating frog will make you thin."

"Where is the God? Where is Taiyi? There is a tree in the east of the sky, and a candle-holding dragon is placed under it."

"I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew its meat, so that it cannot turn back in the morning and cannot lie down at night."

"Naturally, the old will not die, and the young will not cry."

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