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

"Ding Ding Ding."

The spear and the giant sword collided, making a sound of metal colliding. The terrifying talent waves continued to emanate from the two people, shaking the surrounding space constantly.

On the wall of the pass, all the literati were already wearing armor. They looked at the barbaric coalition army that was surging like a tide, without any fear on their faces.

Yan Wen looked at the scene of the foreign coalition army below, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth holding the hair rope. He was seen to roll up his messy long hair, and then a sharp blade appeared in his hand. The next moment, he cut off his long hair that was rolled up!

Everyone present didn't understand why Yan Wen did this, and the several deputy masters standing next to Yan Wen did the same. Just when one of them was about to ask,

Yan Wen took the hair tie out of his mouth and tied his right hand to the spear. Then he said, "Brothers, the teacher once said that when we are outnumbered and surrounded by enemies, every stretchable thing on our body can become a flaw and a burden."

"Although we are praised as guards of the pass, we are still far from the real guarding army. So... today, Yan Wen will follow the ancients and cut off his hair to show his determination to guard the pass and repel the enemy!"

"Everyone, anyone above the level of a literary hero, follow Yan Wen to the pass and fight the aliens!"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Wen moved his feet and jumped off the city wall, waving the spear in his hand and rushed towards the barbarian coalition. As Yan Wen finished speaking, figures jumped down from the city wall, followed Yan Wen and killed the barbarian coalition.

Ci Song was no exception. He immediately followed Yan Wen and jumped down the pass, rushing towards the coalition army. The students who were only at the level of great Confucian scholars were pulled back by several deputy gate masters on the city wall at the moment they jumped down the pass.

In the perspective of these deputy gate masters, if these students who were only at the level of great Confucian scholars went down the pass at this moment, they would probably be besieged and killed by foreign races within half an hour.

Seeing several deputy gate masters holding back those impulsive great Confucian students, one of the students showed an anxious look on his face, and hurriedly shouted to the deputy gate master: "Senior, although our realm is low, we were blessed by the saints before coming here and obtained an immortal body. Please let us join the battle together."

This student was Zhao Lijing, a student from Yansheng Academy. When Ci Song first entered Yansheng Academy and got lost, he was the one who led the way for Ci Song.

Before the deputy gate masters present could react, Zhao Lijing, who was speaking, actually killed himself in front of everyone.

The next moment, a golden light appeared on his body. Unlike before, Zhao Lijing's body did not dissipate into golden light, but after the light appeared, his body, which had no vitality, regained its ability to move.

"This... this is really the immortal body!?"

"Am I dazzled?"

"Does the immortal body really exist?"

On the city wall, several deputy gate masters looked at the scene in front of them with shock on their faces.

"Seniors, at this moment, the human race and the alien race are at war. Although we are only great scholars, our lives are safe. Please let go of the talent barrier and let us join the battle."

Another student shouted to the deputy gate masters with an anxious face.

Hearing this, one of the deputy gate masters showed a struggling expression on his face. After a long silence, he looked at Yan Wen and others who were fighting with the aliens under the pass, and then looked up at the nine terrifying figures behind the Savage Alliance, and the third Kuang Duo who was fighting with Zhao Qing in the air, and seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

"Forget it, since you are determined to fight, then we will fulfill your wish."

"But if you feel uncomfortable, call out loudly immediately, and we will rescue you."

As soon as the voice fell, the deputy gate master retracted his talent, and at the same time, the other deputy gate masters did the same.

"Thank you for your help."

"Don't worry, senior, we will definitely not disgrace the name of human literati."

Seeing this, the students present showed excitement on their faces, clasped their fists to the deputy gate masters, and after saying something, they moved their feet, jumped off the city wall, and killed those Savage Alliance.

In just a cup of tea, the battlefield was dyed green by the green blood of the aliens. At the forefront of the battlefield were Ci Song and Yan Wen. They each chanted a war poem, which conjured up a poem-like vision of thousands of troops. These poem-like visions exuded terrifying talent fluctuations and kept rushing towards the barbaric coalition forces. Every time they collided, at least a dozen barbarians died.

Especially Ci Song, the poem-like visions he summoned were more real than Yan Wen's, almost equivalent to real existence. The barbaric coalition forces would die immediately if they were slightly touched by these poem-like visions.

But Ci Song did not choose to advance rashly, but chose to walk side by side with Yan Wen. The visions of the two just turned into a line of defense to jointly resist the march of the barbaric coalition forces.

Yan Wen naturally noticed the fighting power displayed by Ci Song. Although he was surprised at the moment, he did not bother to explore it. He immediately said to Ci Song: "Junior Brother Ci, if you still have the energy to spare, let's recite the battle poems of strengthening the army together to bless the literati on the battlefield."

"The flames of war are raging, and the heart of the iron-blooded man is as strong as a rock."

"What is there to fear in the blood-stained battle robe? The heroic spirit soars to the sky."

"The war song is sung loudly, and the morale is boosted. The battle flag is flying and the fighting spirit is ignited."

"The iron-blooded fighting spirit will never be extinguished, and we swear to protect our country and guard the sky!"

Yan Wen was heard reciting a war poem again, and then, with Yan Wen as the center, a blood-red poem image appeared. As soon as these poem images appeared, they immediately spread to the surroundings. On the battlefield, the momentum of thousands of literati actually rose steadily at this moment.

Especially those literati who were only at the level of great Confucian scholars, their momentum rose the most terrifyingly. Those literati who were originally at the level of great Confucian scholars have all reached the peak of great Confucian scholars at this moment, and are only one step away from the level of literary masters.

And Ci Song did not hesitate too much and continued to recite a war poem.

"The long clouds of Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar."

"The yellow sand wears golden armor after a hundred battles, and I will never return until I conquer Loulan.

As Ci Song chanted the war poem, the sky was torn apart by a brilliant golden color, and the power of poetry turned into an endless vision, bursting out from his body, brilliant and dazzling. In an instant, the literati who were fighting fiercely with the alien race on the battlefield miraculously condensed a set of armor shining with golden light around them. They were not only gorgeous, but also contained a frightening talent fluctuation.

These armors, like the divine soldiers of heaven descending to the mortal world, all exuded terrifying talent fluctuations. After the armor appeared, those literati immediately felt that their own defense had increased several times at this moment.

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