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

"Is this... the follow-up sword formula of the Heaven and Earth Sword?"

After hearing this, Ci Song instantly understood that Shenlong was passing on the complete sword formula of the Heaven and Earth Sword to him.

"Yes, this is the follow-up formula of the Heaven and Earth Sword, called: Turn the body into a sword. In this world, apart from you, only the kid Tan Tai Junheng has inherited this."

The voice of Shenlong came out slowly, and then continued: "I will release a talent to help you and the Fairy in the Painting release this sword formula together. Turning the body into a sword is the ultimate mystery of the Heaven and Earth Sword, and its power is not inferior to the vertical and horizontal sword method.

This is an extremely rare opportunity, you must remember this feeling."

"I understand."

Ci Song nodded, then closed his eyes, stopped talking, and concentrated on every word and every sound in the formula. At this moment, he seemed to be sucked into a strange world, where there was no sound, no color, only himself and the endless energy of heaven and earth.

Then a stream of talent began to pull Ci Song, making his heartbeat in sync with the heaven and earth, and his breathing resonate with the wind and clouds. He felt as if he had become the invisible wind, blowing across the mountains and rivers, sweeping across the rivers, lakes and seas; he felt as if he had become the misty cloud, overlooking everything in the world.

At this moment, he was the heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth were him.

"The sword of heaven and earth, combined with the body as a sword, the sword cuts the uneven!"

Ci Song shouted in his heart, and the mirage dragon circled and danced, with a momentum like a rainbow, and the golden talent rushed out of its body, and its body began to undergo strange changes.

The purple-blue scales shone brightly under the golden light, and when the golden talent light completely enveloped it, its scales shrank rapidly as if they were peeled off by time, and condensed deep in the dragon's body. At the same time, the surrounding air seemed to be ignited, and the golden talent surged, gathering towards the mirage dragon like a tide.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated. Under their gaze, the mirage dragon's body began to twist and deform, and finally turned into a ten-thousand-foot-long sword with three colors of gold, purple and blue interwoven. The sword body of this long sword is slender and tough, as if it contains endless power.

The colors on the sword body flow, and the shadows of the blue dragon and the mirage dragon flow on the sword body, like two giant dragons dancing in the sword body, making the whole long sword more vivid and spiritual. The golden sword energy gushed out from the tip of the sword, running through the whole long sword like a golden river, condensing the sword intent to the extreme.

The ten-thousand-foot-long sword stretched across the sky, and the sword energy overflowed. Wherever it went, the air trembled, as if the whole world was divided into two parts by the sword energy of this long sword. The dense black clouds around were stirred up by the sword energy and scattered, revealing the sunset hanging in the western sky.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the ten-thousand-foot-long sword and Han Sheng's phantom at the same time, adding a bit of tragic and desolate to the battle.

"Buzz!"

The ten-thousand-foot-long sword hummed softly, cutting through the sky, and went straight to meet the spear stabbed by Han Sheng's phantom. The clash between the sword tip and the spear did not have the crisp sound of metal collision, but it seemed as if thousands of thunders exploded in silence. The moment the two came into contact, the space seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand, and everything around became distorted and blurred. Tiny space cracks spread out like spider webs, flashing cold light in the darkness, as if to devour everything.

The aftermath of their fight made the whole world change color, and the terrifying energy fluctuations surged like a tsunami, sweeping the whole world.

Below, the Korean and Daliang literary masters joined forces, and more than 80 literary masters on the scene released a talent barrier together, protecting everyone present, including the Korean capital and the Daliang army in the distance.

The terrifying energy aftermath continued to hit the talent barrier like waves, causing the entire barrier to shake violently, as if it would collapse at any time. Those literary masters have tried their best at this moment. They gritted their teeth and fought hard against the terrifying energy fluctuations.

Under this energy aftermath, everyone seemed so small and powerless. They could only wait silently for the aftermath to dissipate.

"Boom!"

A loud noise shook the entire space, as if the world was shaking. Han Sheng's phantom gradually dissipated in the terrifying sword light, and the spear in his hand also shattered under the impact of the sword energy, turning into countless streams of light and dissipating in the air.

The terrifying sword light surged like a tsunami, instantly submerging Han Sheng's phantom, and finally exploded in a violent shock.

The three-color long sword was also not doing well. The dense cracks on the sword body were shocking. As the crack spread, the long sword could no longer support itself, and it shattered with a loud bang, turning into a ten-thousand-foot dragon shadow again. Its twisted body tumbled in the air, and its scales flashed with the light of three-color talent, but at this moment it seemed so fragile.

The huge body of the mirage dragon was covered with scars, and each scar was deep enough to see the bone. Its breath was sluggish, like a candle deprived of life, swaying in the wind and rain. It struggled and tried to flap its wings and fly high again, but it was powerless after all, and could only watch itself fall.

When it fell to the ground, the ground seemed to tremble, and a huge impact force spread around, rolling up a cloud of dust. After the dust dissipated, the body of the mirage dragon had turned into nothingness, leaving only a piece of talent in the air, which gradually dissipated in the world.

Ci Song's figure appeared. He was in a very bad state. His face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. He half-knelt on the ground. The "Literary Orb" that was originally floating beside him also completely lost its light and fell beside Ci Song. It lay there quietly. A breeze slowly came out, and the "Literary Orb" turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

As the "Literary Orb" dissipated, Ci Song's literary realm completely fell. In just a breath of time, he was demoted from a literary giant to a Hanlin.

Han Yan, who was defeated by Ci Song, was not doing well at this moment. He was also half-kneeling on one knee. His talent was almost exhausted. At this moment, his right arm was empty, and blood stained half of his body red. The blood flowing from the broken shoulder dripped down his clothes onto the ground.

"Tick...tick..."

The sound of blood dripping on the ground was particularly clear in this silent world.

"I am finally defeated. Young friend Ci's talent is indeed unparalleled in the world. I admire him."

Han Yan's voice broke the silence. He lowered his head, his voice was hoarse and low, revealing deep fatigue and frustration.

Ci Song did not speak. He struggled to stand up and bowed deeply to Han Yan. Although this battle was a confrontation between two countries, there was no hatred between him and Mr. Han. They were all fighting for their own country. They all made all efforts for their own beliefs and pursuits, regardless of right or wrong.

The two were speechless, only the wind was blowing gently, taking away the smoke and dust on the battlefield.

"Puff!"

Han Yan spit out blood again, and the last trace of talent that originally remained in his dantian also completely dissipated with the spurting out of this mouthful of reverse blood.

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