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

The air around was filled with a strong sword energy, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart. Ci Song was in it, and he could only feel the sharp sword energy coming from all directions, forcing him to stay alert at all times.

"Let's fight quickly and decisively."

Jian Mo's figure was like a gust of wind, drawing a sharp trajectory in the night sky. He suddenly swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword light flashed, instantly repelling Ci Song's figure several feet away.

At this moment, the air around him seemed to solidify, and only the sharp sword energy and Ci Song's surprised eyes intertwined in the air.

Then, Jian Mo released emerald green talents, which seemed to be given life, lingering around him, and then quickly gathered above his head.

Everyone looked up and saw a full moon slowly condensing above Jian Mo's head, and the emerald green light was particularly dazzling in the night sky.

The full moon vision gradually became clear, and finally turned into a saint's shadow, holding a long sword, wearing a green shirt, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, looking like a young man, with deep and majestic eyes.

This emerald green saint's shadow stared at Ci Song. Although there was no breath leaking out, Ci Song felt an unprecedented terrifying pressure from him.

"Is this Ziyou Sub-Sage?"

Facing the shadow of Ziyou Sub-Sage in front of him, Ci Song did not panic at all, but his face became calmer.

"Gentleman's sword, righteousness."

Ci Song's body was as if penetrated by golden sunlight, bursting out with dazzling golden talent. That righteousness, as if the purest and most yang energy between heaven and earth since ancient times, resonated deeply with the Shengxie Sword in his hand.

The sword body was originally red like fire, but under the impact of this righteousness, it seemed to be melted by the golden flame and recast, and the complicated inscriptions on the sword body seemed to be reactivated, emitting a more dazzling light.

The mighty sword intent soared into the sky, rushing straight into the clouds, as if to break the shackles between heaven and earth. The strength of the sword intent was faintly in opposition to the phantom of Ziyou Yasheng.

The next moment, Yan Mo merged with the phantom of Ziyou Yasheng, and his figure instantly became blurred. Then, the long sword in his hand drew a mysterious trajectory in the air. The trajectory seemed simple, but it contained profound sword principles.

At the tip of the sword, a cold light burst out. Although the cold light was small, it seemed to have endless power.

It continued to magnify in the night sky, and instantly turned into a dazzling sword light, slashing at Ci Song's head.

The speed of the sword light was extremely fast, as if it had crossed the shackles of time and space, and instantly came in front of Ci Song.

Feeling the terrifying power of the sword light, Ci Song's face was solemn, and he swung the long sword in his hand fiercely, and a mighty sword energy instantly met it.

The mighty sword energy and the dazzling sword light collided violently in the air.

Although the sword energy was powerful, it collapsed instantly under the impact of the dazzling sword light, turning into countless golden light spots and dissipating into nothingness.

However, the dazzling sword light continued to slash at Ci Song like a broken bamboo.

The air around was filled with strong sword energy, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart.

Ci Song was in it, and he only felt that waves of sharp sword energy were constantly attacking from all directions, and the next moment he would swallow him up.

"Please, Mr. Ran Qiu."

Ci Song's voice echoed in the empty Confucian world, and every word seemed to contain infinite power, stirring up waves of ripples in the surrounding air.

As his words fell, the talent in his dantian began to surge, like the surging of rivers, lakes and seas, instantly transformed into a righteous spirit, condensed into an invisible force, and rushed straight into the sky.

Then, next to Ci Song, the shadow of Ran Qiu slowly emerged.

He held the Shengxie Sword, and the sword body flashed with cold light, as if it could see through all the falsehoods in the world. The Confucian robe fluttered, like an immortal descending to the earth.

His appearance made the surrounding air heavy, as if an invisible pressure was shrouding the surroundings.

There was a firm light in the eyes of Ran Qiu's shadow. He stared at the front, and the righteous spirit spread out from him.

Under the suppression of the righteous spirit, the bright sword light instantly solidified in the air and could not move forward any further.

"Hmph."

Suddenly, Ran Qiu's shadow snorted coldly, and his voice was full of majesty and disdain.

The righteous spirit in his body suddenly surged, pressing against the bright sword light like a mountain.

Under the influence of this force, Shengxie Sword also released a more fierce sword light, and slapped the bright sword light fiercely.

After a loud bang, the bright sword light collapsed instantly, turning into countless sword energy fragments flying around.

These fragments drew beautiful arcs in the air, and then were directly merged and swallowed by the sword light.

Then, the sword continued to slash forward with an unstoppable momentum, aiming directly at the phantom of Ziyou Yasheng.

At this moment, the entire void seemed to be shocked by this powerful force. The air was filled with a strong smell of righteousness and sword energy, which made people feel palpitations.

And the phantom of Ran Qiu stood in the air like a god of war, holding the Shengxie Sword and pointing at the phantom of Ziyou Yasheng, and a murderous aura arose spontaneously.

"You can summon the saint phantom of Mr. Ran Qiu in the realm of great Confucianism, which is enough to show that you have been recognized by the Shengxie Sword."

"But if you think that you can compete with me with the power of Mr. Ran Qiu, you are wrong."

The silent voice echoed in the void, and every word was full of majesty and indifference.

His figure completely merged with the phantom of Ziyou Yasheng, as if he was the incarnation of Ziyou Yasheng at this moment.

"We will decide the outcome with one move. The seal character technique will seal all methods."

On the blade of the long sword in Jianmo's hand, nine tea leaves flew out nine "seal" characters, which were connected to the nine spiritual characters behind Jianmo, forming a circle.

Boom!

A deafening roar resounded throughout the void, and the circle expanded instantly, covering Ci Song's entire body. At this moment, Ci Song felt that the air around him seemed to solidify, and an invisible force enveloped him, making him unable to move at all.

His talent, sword energy, and righteousness were all sealed under the effect of this force, as if he was pressed down by an invisible mountain, unable to exert any power.

"The seal character seals all methods, and only force can break them. When Mr. Ran Qiu fought with Mr. Ziyou, Mr. Ran Qiu was defeated by this move."

"Ci Song, you are defeated."

The figure of Jian Mo emerged in the void, his eyes were cold and majestic, as if he was the emperor who dominated everything at this moment.

Ci Song was in the seal, and at this moment his talent, righteousness, and even the sword intent on the Shengxie Sword were sealed, unable to move at all.

But Ci Song still did not change his expression. He looked at Jian Mo indifferently and asked softly: "Senior, have you forgotten why Ci Song entered the ink?"

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