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

Yan Wen once again recited a war poem, and with each syllable of the poem, the world seemed to respond to his call, and the blue talent surged out like a tide, wrapping his whole body tightly.

This power condensed in an instant and turned into a layer of dazzling golden armor, with complex and mysterious runes flowing on it, each of which contained the unyielding heroic souls and endless fighting spirit of the warriors.

Yan Wen, who is wearing a battle armor, looks like a god of war standing out from the mortal world, exuding a heart-stopping chilling aura. He gritted his teeth and endured the huge load brought by the war poem.

Under the skin, the fine blood vessels burst due to the surge of excessive force. Blood seeped out bit by bit through the gaps in the armor, dyeing his originally white Confucian robe into a dazzling blood red, like winter snow. The red plum blossoms blooming in the ground are both beautiful and tragic.

But Yan Wen's eyes became more determined, as if all the pain didn't exist. "Buzz!" The red flame gun seemed to sense Yan Wen's determination and made a buzzing sound. The gun also emitted a dazzling red light, which seemed to echo Yan Wen's talent.

"Kill!" Yan Wen roared and rushed towards Ci Song again. At this moment, his speed was several times faster than before. In just a moment, he was in front of Ci Song and stabbed Ci Song in the chest with a gun. .

Feeling the power of Yan Wen's shot, Ci Song's expression was not as relaxed as before, and the long sword in his hand was swung rapidly, trying to block Yan Wen's shot.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword kept colliding, making a crisp sound, and the fire splashed, and the figures of the two people kept flashing, dazzling everyone.

"This shot was passed down by the teacher, and it's called: Destruction."

Yan Wen's voice has become a little hoarse at this moment, but it is extremely firm. As his words fall, the red light on the body of the red flame gun surges like a raging flame, reflecting on Yan Wen's resolute face. He added a bit of sacrosanct majesty.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by the sudden heat, forming circles of tiny ripples that rippled in all directions.

Above the sky, the originally calm clouds were pulled by this force and slowly gathered, forming a thick dark cloud, as if even the sky was trembling for this impending blow.

As the talent in Yan Wen's body surged crazily, the red light on the red flame gun became more and more dazzling, and finally turned into an extremely bright gun light, like lightning piercing the night sky, suddenly erupting from the tip of the gun.

The power contained in this spear light transcends the constraints of space. Wherever it passes, the space seems to be gently touched by an invisible giant hand, annihilating layer by layer, leaving behind shocking black cracks that spread around like a spider web.

Yan Wen's figure perfectly blended with the spear light. He seemed to be the incarnation of the gun of destruction, surrounded by the aura of destroying the world and destroying the world. Every step he took was accompanied by a slight tremor in the space.

His eyes flashed with determination and fearlessness, as if he had put his own life and death aside just to unleash all the power of this spear.

Facing this devastating blow, Ci Song looked solemn, but showed no trace of panic.

He took a deep breath and pinched the ancient sword technique with his left hand. Every move of his fingers was accompanied by subtle spiritual fluctuations, as if he was communicating with the heaven and earth. The Shuihan Sword in his right hand actually responded to his will at this critical moment. The sword trembled slightly and made a clear sword cry, which was a sign that the extreme cold power was about to be released.

"Heaven and earth, one sword."

Ci Song's voice was low and firm, as if it contained the will of heaven and earth. As his words fell, the Shuihan Sword suddenly bloomed with a dazzling sword light. This sword light was not a single color, but was made up of countless ice-blue lights. It was like the purest cold light in the polar glaciers. The surrounding heat wave retreated a bit.

These sword lights slowly condensed in the air, and finally turned into a huge, crystal clear sword shadow of a hundred feet. Above the sword shadow, cold air lingered, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, as if it could freeze everything in the world.

"boom!"

The gun light collided with the Baizhang sword shadow, making a deafening sound. Powerful power emitted from the center of the collision, causing the surrounding space to distort.

Yan Wen, who was above the sky, saw this and raised his hand to release a stream of talent, which was used to bless the arena. The martial arts stage that had been blessed by Shi Yue and others' talents was already crumbling.

At this time, with the addition of Yanwen talent, it suddenly became stable.

"Crack, click, click!"

The gun light and the sword energy constantly collided, and each collision caused the air to groan like it was overwhelmed. Where the two met, the space shattered inch by inch, and dark space cracks spread, as if they were going to swallow the entire arena.

"Break it for me!"

Yan Wen shouted angrily, and the talent in his body poured out like a flood that broke a bank. The red light on the red flame gun became more and more brilliant, and the power of the gun light also increased to the extreme.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and the gun light and sword energy collided again. This time, the two did not give in, but slammed together. Huge power emanated from the center of the collision between the two, causing the entire arena to shake violently. trembling.

Under the impact of this force, Yan Wen's figure swayed slightly, but he gritted his teeth again and did not take a step back.

"Crack!"

Finally, under the constant impact of this force, a huge crack appeared in the center of the arena. The crack spread extremely fast, and in just an instant, it had spread to the entire arena.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the entire arena finally couldn't bear the aftermath of the two people's fight, and it was completely shattered, turning into countless fragments and splashing around.

Shi Yue, Shang Han and others saw this and released their talents together to protect the entire general's mansion. Otherwise, just this aftermath would be enough to turn the general's mansion into ruins.

The Red Flame Spear fell to the ground, and Yan Wen's figure flew out. Yan Zheng in the sky quickly took action and caught Yan Wen.

Yan Wen spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining Yan Zheng's clothes red.

On the other side, Ci Song landed gracefully. Although there was blood oozing out of his body, most of it was just skin injuries, which did not have much impact on Ci Song himself.

"Yan Wen..."

Yan Zheng looked at his brother Yan Wen in his arms, tears flashing in his eyes, but he forced himself to hold back the tears and did not let them fall.

At this moment, Yan Wen's white Confucian robe had been completely dyed red by his blood, his dantian was completely shattered, and his tendons and veins were broken. Although Yan Zheng had tried his best to stop the bleeding with his talent, blood was still oozing out of Yan Wen's body. His aura was extremely weak, and it was obvious that he had reached the point of exhaustion.

"Brother, I have decided to leave, so don't waste your talent anymore."

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