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

Ci Song shouted loudly, the sound shook the surrounding areas, as if the whole world was included in his sword intention. The Shui Han Sword he held tightly in his hand shone with a biting chill. As Ci Song raised the Shui Han Sword above his head, the talents around him seemed to have received some mysterious summons, and they gathered together crazily, condensing a huge sword. The shadow is like a majestic mountain peak, reaching into the sky.

When the sword shadow was taking shape, the terrifying fist shadow had also struck, with a devastating force, and struck hard at the sword shadow. The shadow of the fist seemed to contain endless power, as if it could shake the world.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, like thunder exploding, shocking. The sword shadow and the fist shadow collided in the air, erupting into a strong shock wave, and the surrounding air was torn apart by this force.

"Crack!"

In just three breaths, fine cracks began to appear on the sword shadow, and these cracks quickly spread to the entire giant sword.

"Crack, click, click!"

As the cracks increased, the sword began to shake. In front of the terrifying power of Xun Sheng Xuying, it seemed so fragile. Finally, with a deafening roar, the sword shadow completely shattered and turned into countless fragments flying away.

"puff!"

The sword shadow shattered, and the huge fist shadow attacked Ci Song with an indomitable momentum. The ground began to tremble under the pressure of the fist shadow, and the surrounding air was squeezed by this force and distorted.

Ci Song stood under the fist shadow, his robes dancing wildly in the wind, as if trying to break away from his body, fly above the fist shadow, and be completely annihilated by it.

"Across all directions."

With a soft drink, the Shui Han Sword clenched in Ci Song's right hand suddenly erupted with dazzling sword light. At the same time, a shadow that was identical to Ci Song appeared behind him. This phantom was the vision of war poetry that he had summoned again. It made the same move as Ci Song, holding the Shui Han Sword horizontally in front of him. The sword body flashed with cold light, complementing Ci Song's sword light.

The shadow of the fist came to Ci Song in an instant, and saw that this terrifying power was about to drown Ci Song in an instant.

"Boohoo!"

At this moment, the shadow behind Ci Song suddenly waved his long sword. Following the shadow's movements, eight terrifying sword energies suddenly burst out from the Shui Han Sword. The shadow also released eight sword energies at the same time, heading towards Xun Shengxuying stabbed with his fist.

These 2816 sword qi were intertwined in the air and complemented each other. Each sword qi carried a domineering momentum, as if it was going to tear everything apart. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was cut into pieces, making a harsh scream.

"Boom boom boom!"

Sixteen sword energy collided with Xun Sheng's fist shadow in front of Ci Song, causing a deafening loud noise. The terrifying shock wave centered on the collision point and spread wildly in all directions. Wherever it went, sand and rocks flew, and smoke and dust billowed. Some scholars were directly thrown away by the force of the impact without any precautions.

Ci Song used the Heguang Tongchen footwork to instantly pull away the center of the impact, and then waved his sword continuously to resist the impact.

The sword energy continued to corrode Xun Sheng's phantom's fist, causing the fist's shadow to become illusory.

"boom!"

Finally, with a loud noise, Xun Shengxuying's fist completely shattered, turning into endless talent and dissipating into nothingness.

"He actually defeated Xun Sheng's phantom with one strike. Xiaoyou Ci's strength is really strong."

When the middle-aged scholar saw this, a look of surprise appeared on his face, he sighed in admiration, and then continued: "But this is just the simplest blow, little friend Ci, how should you respond to the next move?"

"If you don't accumulate small steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles. If you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be able to become a river."

The middle-aged man pinched the magic formula with his hands, and saw Xun Sheng Xuying's hands clasped together. A terrifying aura suddenly burst out from Xun Sheng Xuying's body, as if it was about to break through the sky.

Xun Shengxuying suddenly had a green ruler in his hand. When the ruler appeared, endless blue clouds suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. Between the blue clouds, there were bursts of fairy music and a strange fragrance.

"This is Xun Sheng's Saint Wenbao Qingyun Ring Ruler. Although it is just a shadow, it is not something you can compete with. Little friend Ci, your defeat is certain."

Ci Song looked up at the Qingyun Ruler in Xun Sheng Xuying's hand, with a solemn look on his face. He could feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the ruler, as if even heaven and earth could punish him.

"Ci Song, let's admit defeat in this battle."

The voice of the mirage slowly reached Ci Song's ears, "If you use the power of the Wen Yun Orb with all your strength to summon the phantom of the Sword Immortal, the person in front of you cannot be your opponent. But the Wen Yun Orb We can’t be exposed to the eyes of the world again. Let’s admit defeat in this battle.”

"Admit defeat? No, there is still a chance."

A look of determination flashed in Ci Song's eyes, and he immediately asked Mirage: "If I write a war poem that is recognized by heaven and earth now, is there a way to use the excess and unabsorbed talents for me?"

"A few months ago, I was not sure, but now I can give it a try. But if you really write a poem that can reverse the occupation, your body will suffer the backlash of your talent. Although I can use the power of the Wen Yun Orb to protect you, It will stay in your body's meridians and Dantian, but you will have to endure the torture of your soul and body caused by the backlash. I am afraid that this kind of pain is not what you can bear now."

"Ci Song, do you really want to do this?"

There was some worry in Mirage Dragon's voice. After all, this was not a life and death battle, and the other party had no intention of killing Ci Song completely. There was no need for Ci Song to endure such great pain for this battle. In Mirage's opinion, it's not worth it at all.

"Well, this is probably the only way to have a chance of winning without using the fake Wenyun Orb. Senior Shenlong, thank you for your help."

"Okay, I will do my best to protect your Dantian and cultivation."

After hearing Shenlong's affirmative answer, Ci Song took a deep breath and looked at the shadow of Xun Sheng in the sky. At this moment, the Qingyun Ruler in the shadow's hand had been raised high, and the terrifying pressure had locked him, leaving him no way to avoid it.

"Ci Xiaoyou, do you really want to face the holy power of Xun Sheng?" The voice of the middle-aged scholar echoed in the air, with a calmness of victory.

Ci Song shook his head slowly, and then saw him pass his talent on the tip of the Shuihan Sword, and the tip of the sword instantly flashed a dazzling light. He held the hilt tightly, used the sword as a pen, and the vast world as paper, and began to write poems.

"You are forced to come here without freedom, and you have worked hard for several years."

"The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the frost of a sword chills fourteen states."

"Lai Zi's clothes are narrow, and Xie Gong's poems are ashamed of the gorgeous clouds."

"In his year, his name will be on the Lingyun Pavilion, so why would he envy the marquis of the time?"

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