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

"Hmph, even a mere demon clan dares to call himself a god. Today I will show you the power of a saint."

Zhao Qing snorted coldly, only dark gray can connect the entire world, like a raging tide, instantly tearing apart the surrounding air, sending out bursts of roar, filling every gap between the sky and the earth.

Above the sky, the originally calm blue was completely torn apart, and a gray cloud as deep as night condensed and formed at an incredible speed, thick and oppressive.

Deep in the clouds, the fluctuations of talent were like thunder before a violent storm. Every flicker was accompanied by tremors between heaven and earth, forming a sharp contrast with the evil and strange purple demonic energy released by the demonic shadow in the distance.

The two intertwined and collided in the air, as if two ancient and powerful forces were fighting for control of the world, cutting the entire sky into two distinct halves.

In this extremely tense atmosphere, the dark gray clouds suddenly erupted with dazzling light, and a figure slowly walked out of it. It was the phantom of Han Sheng formed by condensing the talents of heaven and earth.

He was wearing a dark gray robe, holding a long spear, the tip of the spear was cold and cold; hanging on his waist was a simple long sword. Although the scabbard was not unsheathed, the compelling sword aura made people dare not look directly at it.

As Han Sheng's shadow completely appeared, the spear in his hand shook suddenly, and suddenly, the entire sky was shrouded in an indescribable terrifying force. The spear pierced the air, making a sharp whistle, and brought up streams of gray air, like a giant dragon out of the sea, rushing towards the demon phantom with great momentum.

"boom."

The two spears collided with each other, and the terrifying shock wave caused the entire world to change color. At this moment, it seemed that the only sound of collision was left in the entire world.

"Boom."

The impact lasted for a moment, and the entire world suddenly became extremely violent. Endless talent and devilish energy erupted from the center of the impact, forming terrifying storms of talent and devilish energy that spread to the surrounding areas.

Wherever these storms passed, the space was shattered and turned into nothingness. The storm lasted for a full quarter of an hour before slowly dissipating. When the storm dissipated, everyone was shocked to find that the huge body of the demon flew backwards.

Han Shengxuying did not give Moying any chance to counterattack. He drew out the long sword from his waist with his left hand and pointed the tip of the sword at Moting Mountain on Moying's chest.

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, a stunning sword light instantly cut through the sky. The sword light was bright and dazzling, and the whole world was only the color of the sword light.

"call out."

Han Sheng's shadow waved his long sword, and a sword light, wrapped with majestic talent, cut through the sky and arrived in front of Mo Tingshan in an instant.

Feeling the terrifying fluctuations of talent contained in the sword light, Mo Tingshan's expression changed drastically. He shouted angrily, and the demonic energy in his body surged crazily, condensing black magic walls in an attempt to resist the terrifying sword light.

"Crack, click, click."

However, the sword light seemed to be indestructible, tearing apart the black magic wall in an instant, and slashing towards Demon Ting Mountain with a devastating force.

"No."

Mo Tingshan's eyes were filled with fear. He quickly dodged, trying to avoid the terrifying sword light. However, the speed of the sword light was so fast that it caught up with him in an instant and passed through his body.

"Pfft."

The sword light flashed across, and the demonic shadow instantly dissipated. Mo Tingshan's purple-black left arm was torn apart in an instant, and the sky was dyed red with blood. His figure flew out like a kite with broken strings, and hit the ground heavily. above the ground.

"puff."

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Tingshan's mouth. He looked sluggish. The break of his left arm instantly reduced his breath by 30%, and his whole person became sluggish.

"Damn it, how come Zhao Qing is so strong?"

Mo Tingshan was extremely frightened. He originally thought that with his own strength, he could kill Zhao Qing. However, the fact was that he was severely injured by Zhao Qing and even his left arm was broken.

"escape."

At this moment, Mo Tingshan only had this thought in his mind. He quickly dodged and turned into a black light, and was about to escape into the distance.

"Humph, want to escape?"

Zhao Qing snorted coldly and dispersed the shadow of Han Sheng. In a flash, he appeared on the only road to Demon Ting Mountain. At the same time, he waved the spear in his hand again, with a terrifying wave of talent wrapped in his hand, directly Throw it towards Magic Ting Mountain.

"No."

Looking at the terrifying gun light ahead, Mo Tingshan's eyes were full of horror.

"boom!"

The black light transformed by Mo Tingshan was instantly penetrated by the gun light through his chest, and his entire body was embedded in the ground. Blood flowed all over the ground. His breath was extremely weak, and purple-black blood was constantly spurting out from his bone-deep chest. When he came out, he looked extremely miserable.

Feeling the life force passing through his body, Mo Tingshan was extremely frightened. At this time, he was seriously injured and could not even escape. Life and death were completely in Zhao Qing's hands, which filled his heart with fear.

Although he is a member of the demon clan, he does not want to die. Especially at this time, his desire for life has reached its peak.

"Asshole, are you five just watching?"

Mo Tingshan looked at the five members of the Third Crazy Duo in the distance and roared: "Why don't you come over and save me quickly?"

At this time, the five members of the Third Crazy Duo looked at the miserable appearance of Mo Tingshan, and just looked at it with cold eyes, without any intention of taking action.

One of the men, who was dressed in red and looked extremely weird, mocked directly: "Mo Tingshan, did you lose your brain in the fight? If I remember correctly, half an hour ago, you said that no matter what happened, we would not help. What? Now that you are about to be beaten to death by others, you want us to save you?"

"You..."

Mo Tingshan was speechless for a moment. He remembered that he had said this before, which made him angry and anxious, and he almost couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"What? Nothing to say?"

The red-clothed man continued to taunt: "Mo Tingshan, if you ask me, this is your retribution. Who told you to take all the credit? Now, you didn't get any credit, but you got yourself into trouble. It's really a loss, haha."

"Assholes, shut up."

Mo Tingshan roared angrily: "Don't forget, I am under the command of Lord Mozi. If you dare to watch someone die without helping, I will report to Lord Mozi when I go back and punish you for watching someone die without helping."

"Oh? You use your so-called demon to suppress us?"

The red-clothed man's face darkened when he heard this. He sneered and said: "Mo Tingshan, let me ask you, which of the seven chaotic tribes has no tribe members? If I remember correctly, thirty years ago, your demon was defeated by my demon. You and I were both there."

"Yao Yu, you..."

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