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

At this moment, the students who had just entered the pass were attracted by the terrifying movement and looked towards the high platform, wanting to find out.

"Then someone took action on the high platform?"

"Looking at the clothes, they seem to be students from Tianguan and Yansheng Academy. Are they competing, or..."

"There must be some grudge. You saw that student Guan's eyes were full of murderous intent that day. How could it be like this if they were competing?"

"..."

"boom."

There was another loud noise, and the figures of Ci Song and Shang Wuliang separated.

On the high platform, Shang Wuliang's clothes were torn, and there was a sword mark on his chest. If you look carefully, you will find that the location of the sword mark is almost the same as where his heart is. If Ci Song was slightly offset, he might have been able to hit him directly. Shatter Shang Wuliang's heart and kill him.

Ci Song, however, stood opposite Shang Wuliang without any injuries, looking at him quietly, "Senior Brother Shang, do you want to continue?"

The sword he thrust just now was deliberately deflected at an angle, otherwise Shang Wuliang would have been dead at this moment. When he was in the realm of Juren, he had defeated Shang Wuliang head-on, and now they were both at the same realm. Hanlin, even though Shang Wuliang has made great progress in recent years, is no longer the opponent of Ci Song.

"I know I am no match for Junior Brother Ci, but I won't give up on this battle just like that."

Shang Wuliang took a deep breath and then inserted the giant sword in his hand into the ground. The cracks spread quickly like a spider web. His right hand reached towards his neck, where a pendant hung with a faint fluorescent light flowing on it.

He pulled hard, and the pendant broke with a sound and floated in the palm of his hand. He closed his eyes and concentrated, and his whole body established an indescribable connection with the pendant.

As Shang Wuliang slowly opened his eyes, a trace of determination and madness intertwined in his eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, landing on the pendant without hesitation. The pendant instantly glowed brightly, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the entire high platform.

Shang Wuliang's whole body of talent seemed to have found an outlet at this moment, and poured into the pendant crazily, making bursts of roars, like dragons roaring and tigers roaring, shocking the heart.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred! Complex lines began to appear on the surface of the pendant. These lines seemed to come alive, intertwining and intertwining in the air, and finally condensed into a deep purple spear. The spear was emitting a faint purple light, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly, revealing a heart-stopping aura of death.

When the spear was fully formed, Shang Wuliang's whole body seemed to be enveloped in a purple halo. His aura surged at this moment, like the awakened God of War, arrogant.

Even the students watching the battle from a distance felt inexplicable palpitations the moment the spear appeared.

"This power, is this...?"

Ci Song looked at the purple spear in Shang Wuliang's hand, his pupils narrowed and a solemn look appeared on his face.

"Junior Brother Ci, this gun is called Gu Ang. It was left by Han Sheng in the world. It is a true saint's treasure."

The Saint's Treasure is a treasure left by a true saint. Its value is simply unimaginable. Many literati spent their whole lives, from birth to death, perhaps never seeing the true appearance of the Sub-Sage's Treasure, let alone the Saint's Treasure.

It can be said that the saint's treasure, even if it is placed in hundreds of families in Tianwaitian, belongs to the entire family's heritage, and Shang Wuliang actually owns one!

Moreover, the saint's treasure in Shang Wuliang's hand is the famous Difficult Spear. This spear was personally refined by Han Saint when he traveled to the Chaos Realm when he was a sub-sage. A treasure that was refined for nineteen years. On the day the gun was made, the saint fell from the mortal world and walked around the world with the gun. Asuras were in a sea of ​​blood and mountains of bones were formed.

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar, and the same was true for Ci Song. Based on Mo Yao's inability to summon the proud plum jade flute, he deduced that the saint's treasure cannot be brought into the fantasy world of the divine pupil. Now it seems that his idea has appeared Deviation, perhaps the grade of Aomei Jade Xiao is not just a saint's treasure.

On the high platform, Shang Wuliang held a spear in his hand. The aura on his body surged crazily at this moment, as if there was no end. The terrifying pressure centered on him and spread to all directions. Shang Wuliang, who was closer to the high platform, was even more... This breath directly pushed him back ten steps.

"boom."

Shang Wuliang thrust out a spear, and the terrifying evil spirit condensed into a huge spear light, mixed with the power of the evil spirit, and shot towards Ci Song, leaving a shallow trace in the void wherever it passed.

Facing this terrifying shot, Ci Song did not dare to be careless at all. The Shuihan Sword came out of his body, and the long sword in his hand chanted softly. As the purple-gold talent surged, the Donglin Sword Spike merged with the Shuihan Sword, and the sword The light burst out and collided with the gun light.

"boom--"

A terrifying loud noise was heard, and the gun light collided with the sword light, setting off a terrifying storm of talent that swept across the entire high platform.

"Deng Deng Deng."

This time, Ci Song's figure directly stepped back dozens of steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the high platform. Only then did he reluctantly remove the terrifying power, but he still half-knelt on the ground and vomited A mouthful of blood.

However, Shang Wuliang only took a step back and stabilized his body. At this moment, the situation was completely reversed.

"The saint's treasure is really terrifying."

Looking at the spear in Shang Wuliang's hand, Ci Song's expression became extremely solemn. The power contained in the Saint's Treasure was beyond his imagination. If his physique had not improved during this period, this shot was enough to seriously injure him. But it is still not easy to resist this terrifying Saint Treasure.

"Junior Brother Ci, you are already very strong, but that's the end of it."

Shang Wuliang held the spear in his hand, and the aura on his body reached its peak at this moment, and the terrifying pressure made the surrounding air thicken.

"Buzz."

Ci Song did not answer, but responded with actions. The Shui Han Sword trembled slightly, bursting out with brilliant sword energy, and the sword intention soared into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky.

He took a deep breath, flashed, turned into a sword light, and took the initiative to attack Shang Wuliang. As he swung the Shui Han Sword, the terrifying sword energy crisscrossed and filled the entire high platform.

"Five beetles shot."

Shang Wuliang shouted coldly, and in a flash, the spear in his hand shot out, colliding with Ci Song's sword light. The terrifying wave of talent swept across, as if it was about to overturn the entire high platform.

"Clang clang clang."

The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword continued to collide above the high platform, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing. Every time they collided, a terrifying storm of talent erupted, making everyone in the distance tremble with fear.

Shang Wuliang, who possessed the saint's treasure, completely crushed Ci Song with his strength. Even though Ci Song tried his best, he was still retreating steadily. His body was covered with wounds and his clothes were stained red with blood.

However, Shang Wuliang's situation didn't get much better. The backlash from the Saint's treasure was extremely terrifying. Although he suppressed Ci Song with the Gu Anger Divine Spear, he was still invaded by the terrifying evil energy, and his whole person became violent and murderous. The energy on his body The blood was also being swallowed by the spear, and half of his body was unconscious at this moment.

"We must fight quickly!"

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