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

Ci Song's figure emerged from the mirage and floated beside it. Ci Song smiled slightly and saluted Han Yan, "Mr. Han is well-informed and Ci Song admires him."

He didn't expect that Han Yan would answer the "origin" of the mirage for him first. This not only saved him effort, but also increased his credibility.

"When I was young, I also thought about whether I would have the opportunity to fight the mirage dragon. Now I only have one day left, but I can get a glimpse of the mirage dragon's inheritance. My blessing is equally profound."

Han Yan sighed, raised his gun and rushed towards Ci Song.

"hold head high."

Another deafening dragon roar sounded, and two purple-gold divine lights shot out from the mirage dragon's huge eyes, shooting towards Han Yan. Wherever the divine light passed, the void instantly became distorted, and dark space cracks appeared, as if pierced by the power contained in the divine light.

"What a terrifying beam of light. Is this the mirage's strike?"

Han Yan's face was solemn, and he quickly dodged. At the same time, the spear in his hand shook, and he stabbed towards the two purple-gold divine lights.

"Chichi!"

When the spear landed on the purple-gold divine light, it made a sound like corrosion. Han Yan felt a huge and terrifying force coming from the spear, instantly invading his body and frantically destroying his body and meridians.

"break!"

Han Yan's talent suddenly exploded, and he forced the purple-gold divine light out of his body. He saw his hands forming seals and changing rapidly. A series of mysterious talents surged out of his body. Behind him, a stream of hundreds of feet. The shadow of the saint emerged.

At this moment, Han Shengxuying also held a talent spear in his hand. Terrifying talent surged from his body. When the spear was thrust out, the heavens appeared, causing resonance from all realms. The terrifying spear light instantly blasted the two purple-gold divine lights. broken.

"hold head high!"

Seeing that his divine light was shattered, the mirage roared, and its huge dragon tail swept towards Han Yan carrying the power to destroy the world.

Seeing this, Han Shengxuying picked up the spear in his hand and struck the dragon's tail forcefully.

"clang!"

The moment the spear came into contact with the dragon's tail, a deafening sound of gold and iron clashed, and terrifying power fluctuations swept across instantly, making the whole world tremble.

"What a terrifying power."

"Is this a battle between literary giants? Is this too terrifying?"

Feeling the terrifying power fluctuations coming from the collision, some literati with lower literary realms showed a look of panic on their faces, and they quickly dodge for fear of being affected by the terrifying power. At this moment, the scholar who was watching the battle below spontaneously walked up. In front of the crowd, he used his talents to build a barrier of talents in front of them to resist the aftermath from the sky.

Generally speaking, when literary giants fight against each other, they will fly high into the sky in order to avoid the aftermath of the battle from affecting innocent people.

But this time, the place where Ci Song and Han Yan fought was at most three thousand feet away from the ground, so only some low-level scholars had the opportunity to see the battle between the two.

But at this moment, the aftermath of the fight between Ci Song and Han Yan was not even able to withstand the talent barrier released by the great scholar, and they almost flew away with the barrier together. Seeing this, some literary giants who had recovered some of their talents immediately Only by using his own talents to build a high wall of talents can he withstand the aftermath. From this, we can see the horror of the confrontation between Ci Song and Han Yan.

"boom!"

Another deafening loud noise came from the sky, and Han Sheng's shadow and the mirage were already fighting together. Every time the two collided, the heaven and earth shook. The terrifying power continued to spread, and so did the rain in the sky. It went down harder and harder, and streaks of thunder flashed in the dark clouds, like the wrath of the sky.

"My friend Ci, although you are recognized by the mirage dragon and receive its inheritance, you can trigger the mirage dragon talent in your body to manifest externally, allowing you to temporarily possess the power of the mirage dragon to fight against Han Sheng's shadow."

Han Yan's voice came out leisurely, with a bit of regret in his tone, "Unfortunately, your literary realm ultimately relies on external objects, and you are unable to exert the full power of the mirage. Now, part of the mirage you have released Your talent has begun to escape your control, and if you continue to fight, your talent will collapse on its own."

"When a fish in the water gets a trace of dragon energy, it wants to cross the dragon gate and transform into a dragon. It is very ridiculous. Little friend Ci, do you think such a thing really exists? In my opinion, this is just a weak person comforting himself That’s all.”

Han Yan's voice came from the sky, and as his voice fell, pieces of purple-gold scales shattered on the huge body of the mirage. Han Sheng's shadow stabbed out with a spear, and directly hit the mirage's dragon body. The tail hole was pierced, and terrifying power exploded in the mirage dragon's body, threatening to shatter its entire dragon body into pieces.

Upon seeing this, the mirage dragon opened its mouth, broke off its own dragon tail, and allowed it to be swallowed up by the spear light of Han Sheng's shadow. It quickly dodged, trying to distance itself from Han Yan.

"Little friend Ci, the talent you have shown has surpassed me by far, but today's battle ends here."

Seeing this, Han Yan waved the spear in his hand. The next moment, Han Shengxuying made the same move and stabbed the mirage with his spear.

"hold head high!"

The mirage dragon roared, and all the remaining purple-gold scales on its body stood up, like the sharpest blade, carrying terrifying power to face Han Yan's spear.

"Clang clang clang!"

The moment the spear touched the scales, there were sounds of metal clashing. A terrifying and sharp force came from the scales, madly cutting the spear in Han Sheng's phantom's hand, and at the same time flowing into Han Sheng's phantom's body along his arm, trying to break Han Sheng's phantom from the inside.

"My friend Ci, it's useless."

Han Yan shook his head lightly, and the talent in his body surged wildly. A terrifying aura emerged around Han Sheng's phantom. His spear shook violently, and the power contained in the mirage dragon's scales was dispersed. At the same time, the spear pierced through the mirage dragon's body like a poisonous dragon.

"Ang!"

The mirage dragon let out a painful wail. Huge holes appeared on its huge dragon body. Purple-gold talent continued to gush out, staining the surrounding sky.

In the sky, Ci Song's figure appeared. At this moment, his face was a little pale, and the breath emanating from his body became a little weak. He looked at the mirage dragon that was pierced by Han Yan, and his face showed unwillingness.

"Ci Song, what this remnant soul of mine can do is extremely limited. If I continue to fight with Han Yan, my painting fairy will not last long. As for the second painting fairy, it will take at least an incense stick of time to condense."

The mirage dragon's voice reached Ci Song's ears, and it sounded a bit solemn. Then the mirage dragon seemed to think of something, and the speed of speech also increased a bit. He said to Ci Song: "If you can make a poem about dragons, and bless the painting fairy with the power of poetry and vision, maybe it can last longer."

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