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

Ci Song looked at Wu Yun, his eyes as deep as the stars, but also revealed an indescribable disappointment. He originally thought that Wu Yun's gentleman swordsmanship could bring him some surprises, or at least pose some threat to him.

However, at this moment, this so-called awe-inspiring righteousness seemed so empty in his eyes. It only had a gorgeous appearance but lacked inner charm.

Ci Song sighed softly, as if feeling sorry for Wu Yun's talent. He dispersed the sword of talent in his hand, and the sword disappeared into the air like flowing water. Then, he slowly took out the sword of victory over evil from the jade pendant.

The moment the Victory Evil Sword was unsheathed, the crimson sword reflected a bright light, and the entire Dao Discussion Platform was enveloped by a fierce sword energy.

Wu Yun stood on the forum, and he clearly felt the powerful sword energy. What shocked him even more was that he found that the aura of righteousness transformed from talent in his Dantian was trembling, as if he was being attracted by some powerful force.

The next moment, the awe-inspiring righteousness escaped his control. Like iron filings attracted by a magnet, it flew out of his body and poured into the Victory Evil Sword in Ci Song's hand.

"How is this possible with my great righteousness?"

Wu Yun's eyes widened, disbelief written on his face. That was part of the awe-inspiring righteousness that he spent two years and practiced hard day and night to transform! He actually gave up on him and chose Ci Song. How could he not be shocked and unwilling by this?

"How can a gentleman master the swordsmanship if he has no awe-inspiring spirit?"

At this moment, Ci Song's body suddenly burst out with an awe-inspiring aura. That aura soared into the sky, straight into the clouds. The sun in the sky seemed eclipsed by this awe-inspiring aura, as if it had lost all its brilliance.

At the same time, the Victory Evil Sword in Ci Song's hand also changed. The originally calm inscriptions on the sword lit up at this moment, and flew away from the sword into the air.

Those inscriptions turned into large golden characters in the air, and each large character exuded a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness.

Those big characters seemed to be pressing down on everyone like heavy mountains, making everyone feel a huge pressure rushing towards their faces, as if even breathing became difficult. Every big character exuded an aura of awe-inspiring righteousness, as if it were a mountain of mountains, weighing down everyone's breath.

"This... what is this word? Why is it so scary?"

"Every word contains awe-inspiring righteousness. How...how is this possible?"

"Could it be...could it be said that this is the Haoran Scripture created by the legendary Confucian saint?"

"..."

Everyone looked at the big golden characters in shock, with disbelief on their faces. Although they have all heard of the Gentleman's Sword Art, few of them have actually seen it.

At this moment, they had no doubt that if they were hit by these golden characters, they would probably die on the spot.

Wu Yun's eyes were wide open at this moment, with a look of horror on his face. He felt the terrifying aura emanating from those golden characters, and his heart was filled with despair.

"I am a great scholar, even if you are a great scholar, you cannot deprive me of my great righteousness so easily!" Wu Yun roared somewhat madly.

"Haoran's righteousness is the awe-inspiring energy of heaven and earth. Only those with awe-inspiring minds can control it. If you don't have awe-inspiring minds and have no righteousness, how can you use the awe-inspiring righteousness?"

Ci Song looked at Wu Yun with an indifferent expression, "A shameless person like you is worthy of being called a disciple of Confucianism? Today, I will clean up the family for Confucius."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ci Song raised his hand and waved, and the golden characters in the sky turned into streaks of golden light and flew towards Wu Yun.

"You deserve it!"

Wu Yun roared angrily, and his energy exploded. He clenched the long sword with both hands, and with a flash of his body, he turned into a sword light and headed towards those golden characters.

"Boom, boom, boom!" A series of deafening explosions rang out on the Taoist forum, and the entire Taoist forum was shaking violently, as if it was about to collapse. Those golden characters exploded one by one, turning into streaks of golden light and dispersing in the air.

Wu Yun also flew backwards under the terrifying impact, with blood spurting out from his mouth. He hit the shield on the edge of the discussion platform and fell to the ground again. "Pfft!" Wu Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and his whole body became sluggish.

His eyes widened, full of fear and unwillingness. He really couldn't figure out why he failed so miserably.

Under the discussion stage, everyone looked at the extremely miserable Wu Yun on the stage and took a deep breath.

It was really hard for them to imagine what kind of terrifying strength this was that could crush Wu Yun, a powerful literary figure, so miserably.

"This...is this Ci Song's true strength?"

"It's so terrifying. Wu Yun has no power to fight back."

"..." Everyone was talking a lot, looking at Ci Song with awe. At this moment, they finally understood why Ci Song could win the first place in the battle of a hundred schools of thought.

This kind of strength is indeed not something any of them can compete with. Ci Song glanced at Wu Yun indifferently, turned around and walked towards the edge of the discussion platform. Wu Yun's body was now filled with the awe-inspiring righteousness released by Ci Song. This awe-inspiring righteousness was constantly destroying every moment of Wu Yun's body. A muscle.

Unless Wu Yun truly breaks through to the semi-saint realm now, he will definitely die.

"Stop, you...don't leave, I...I haven't lost yet!" Wu Yun struggled to get up from the ground and roared.

Ci Song stopped and turned to look at Wu Yun, his eyes revealing endless disappointment, "You are indeed not worthy of being called a Confucian disciple, let alone using a sword."

As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed in Ci Song's eyes. He raised his hand and swung a sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow, instantly cutting through the sky and shooting towards Wu Yun. The sword energy was sharp, and the surrounding air was split by this sword, making a harsh explosion.

Wu Yun's eyes widened, and the sword energy that was getting closer and closer was reflected in his pupils. His face was full of fear, as if he saw the coming of the god of death.

He tightly grasped the long sword in his hand and held it horizontally in front of him, trying to use this last line of defense to block the fatal sword energy.

"Puff!"

With a light sound, the blue long sword was like paper in front of the sword energy and was cut off in an instant. The sword energy continued to move forward and went straight to Wu Yun's eyebrows.

Wu Yun's figure seemed so powerless in front of the sword energy. The light in his eyes was rapidly dissipating, and the breath of life was rapidly fading.

The next moment, a line of blood appeared from Wu Yun's brow. It expanded rapidly, like a red earthworm, spreading across Wu Yun's face. The blood dyed his eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and finally half of his body red.

Wu Yun's body trembled slightly under the impact of the sword energy, and then fell straight back.

"Bang!"

Wu Yun's body hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. His eyes were still open, but they had lost their luster, leaving only emptiness and endless darkness.

His severed sword fell beside him, the tip of the sword inserted into the ground, and the sword was still trembling slightly, as if telling the owner's unwillingness and grief.

The entire discussion platform also completely quieted down at this moment. The originally lively discussions, cheers, and laughter all stopped at this moment. There was a repressive and heavy atmosphere in the air, which made people breathless.

In the silence where a pin drop could be heard, only the sound of Wu Yun falling to the ground and the lingering sound of Ci Song's sword energy echoed. Everyone couldn't help swallowing their saliva when they saw Wu Yun's miserable corpse, and their eyes were full of awe and horror when they looked at Ci Song.

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