Confucian and Taoist scholar

"We cannot retreat. Even if we lose, we must use up Duning's talent and strength as much as possible to give the group behind a chance to win."

"We are fighting a civil war, not a civil war. It is absolutely impossible for Du Ning to kill us. As long as our lives are safe, what is there to fear?"

"Well said! We will go all out and hold on until the last moment!"

The three Liao Hanlin gnashed their teeth and controlled their ancient swords to desperately resist the strong attacks of the Kunlun Ancient Sword and the Caiqi Longquan Sword.

However, the power of Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword and Cai Qi Longquan Sword are too powerful. Even if the three of them work together, it will be difficult for them to resist for a long time.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and a burst of smoke and dust stirred up in all directions.

Then, the three ancient swords of talent flew out of the smoke and dust, collapsed into bursts of talent, and returned to the literary palaces of the three Hanlins.

After the smoke and dust dissipated, the three Hanlins were already sweating profusely and panting, looking quite tired.

Three feet away in front of the three of them, Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword and Talented Longquan Sword were parked in the air, and they could kill them with just a slight pass.

But this is a literary fight, so stop there.

When the three of them are unable to resist, they have already lost.

The entire Liao people were silent, with only a sense of sadness and anger filling their chests.

"I...we lost..."

"Thank you, Mr. Du, for showing mercy."

"Be convinced orally."

The three Hanlin officials bowed to Du Ning and were sincerely convinced.

If it were someone else, the ancient sword might turn into a long whip and hit them hard at any time.

Wen Dou cannot kill people, but it is inevitable to hurt others.

However, Du Ning did not take advantage of others' danger, but saved a hand in the end, giving them the last trace of dignity.

Based on this alone, they had no complaints against Du Ning, and even felt that they were proud of their defeat.

"Accepted."

Du Ning returned the gift with his hand, then recalled the Kunlun Ancient Sword and returned to the Wen Palace to rest for a while. The Caiqi Longquan Sword was restored to spiritual power and dispersed.

Gu Xing took a deep breath and secretly clenched his fists.

"Du Ning's literary skills are so great that even if three Confucian, Taoist, and Hanlin men join forces, they are no match for him. What should we do?"

"If this continues, our Liao Kingdom will soon be completely defeated. Is it true that our literary world in Liao Kingdom will be defeated by Du Ning alone today?"

A Ke family scholar immediately said: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if Du Ning is a genius, it is absolutely impossible for him to defeat the ten Hanlin scholars from the Liao Kingdom on his own. You must know that we still have the last chance.

A Hanlin scholar did not show up, and he was our last resort. There is absolutely no way Du Ning could succeed today."

"Having said that, to this day, we don't know who the tenth Hanlin is, and the Guoxue Palace has not announced it in advance. I'm worried that the tenth person is not just a cover..." Someone said very worriedly.
The scholar from the Ke family said proudly: "Don't worry, Du Ning will never be able to defeat the tenth Hanlin, so just relax."

Many people in the Liao country glanced at the Ke family scholar and had some vague suspicions in their hearts.

Du Ning glanced at the only three remaining Hanlin scholars on the opposite side. As long as they were defeated, the tenth Hanlin scholar would appear.

Only by defeating the tenth Hanlin can Du Ning be considered a success in the civil war.

"There are only three of you left now, please!" Du Ning said.

The remaining three Hanlin had no choice but to fight with Du Ningwen.

"Three of you, you must not lose to Du Ning again. If you all lose, we will have no hope of winning."

"The honor and disgrace of the Liao Kingdom's literary world rests entirely on you. No matter what, you must defeat Du Ning and save our Liao Kingdom."

"You can't lose! You absolutely can't! Otherwise our literary world in Liao will become the laughing stock of other countries!"

"It has always been the people of the Liao Kingdom who suppressed the literary world of the Yun Kingdom. How can we let the people of the Yun Kingdom suppress the literary world of the Liao Kingdom? For the sake of the Liao Kingdom, you must do your best!"

The people of Liao now have little hope for the only three remaining Hanlins, but they are still eager to win. They do not ask for much, they only need to win once.

The last three Liao Imperial Academy also felt a lot of pressure. As those Liao people said, they really could not lose to Du Ning, otherwise their Liao literary world would suffer the most tragic blow.

"Please!"

The last three Liao officials bowed to Du Ning.

Du Ning returned the gift and was ready.

"Up!"

One of them roared and quickly sacrificed their ancient sword, while using the power of the Strong Sword War Poetry to enhance the power of their ancient sword.

Du Ning still used the Kunlun Ancient Sword to deal with it, and injected part of his talent into the "Ancient Sword" he just wrote, summoning the talent Longquan Sword.

The Caiqi Longquan Sword was quickly integrated into the Kunlun Ancient Sword, greatly increasing the power of the Kunlun Ancient Sword.

"What! The Longquan sword summoned by the sword-calling poem was actually integrated into his Kunlun ancient sword! Is there such an operation?"

"Something is going wrong. The power of Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword has greatly increased after gaining the power of the Talented Longquan Sword. If we have a head-on confrontation, I'm afraid we..."

"Don't panic. The more powerful Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword is, the more his talents will be consumed. We can't let Du Ning defeat us no matter what!"

The three people opposite had serious expressions on their faces, and they madly injected their talent and power into their ancient swords, maximizing the power of their ancient swords.

"Cut!"

Du Ning shouted loudly, and the Kunlun ancient sword instantly struck out with a very fierce sword. That move seemed very simple and without any gorgeousness, but it contained a power that seemed to be able to destroy the world.

At the same time, the three ancient swords on the opposite side also fiercely fought against the Kunlun Ancient Sword.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The ancient Kunlun sword and the three ancient Hanlin swords fought fiercely in the air, and they were inseparable.

"Well done!"

Gu Xing couldn't help but look happy. These three Liao Kingdom officials were able to fight Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword back and forth, which showed that they, the Liao Kingdom, still had a chance to win.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Many scholars shouted.

But after a while, the situation on both sides changed.

The three ancient swords were evenly matched from the beginning, but soon fell into a disadvantage, and were gradually suppressed by the power of the Kunlun Ancient Sword.

"How could this be?"

Gu Xing's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth, with faint traces of blood flowing out of his gums.

Could it be that even the last three of them couldn't defeat Du Ning if they joined forces?

At this time, many people looked at the state and appearance of Du Ning who was fighting. His expression was so calm and composed, and even more confident, as if he was strolling in a leisurely courtyard.

On the other hand, looking at the three Hanlin scholars opposite, they began to sweat on their foreheads, and their faces became increasingly pale, showing a look of hardship.

Compare the two sides and make a decision.

The expressions of many Liao people were even more ugly.

But if anyone observes carefully, they will find that the scholars of the Ke family smiled and looked at Du Ning with eyes full of contempt and disdain.

In the eyes of those Ke family scholars, Du Ning is still a sure loser.

Although no one knows where they got this courage.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came from the front, and everyone once again saw three ancient Hanlin swords being knocked away.

Subsequently, Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword quickly reached the front of the three Hanlins on the opposite side.

"It's over! I'm going to lose again!"

"Du Ning is too strong, we are hard to beat."

"Hey..."

The three Hanlin gnashed their teeth. They wanted to consume more of Du Ning's talent and strength, but Du Ning seemed to have discovered their intention and would not waste it with them forever.

The Kunlun Ancient Sword circled around the three of them, and then returned to Du Ning's Wen Palace.

"Accepted."

Du Ning handed over to the three of them and unceremoniously declared his victory in the literary battle.

The three people on the opposite side could only bow to Du Ning in return, and then left the stage helplessly.

At this moment, many people in the Liao country finally couldn't help but started to curse.

"What do you people do for a living! Three dignified Confucian, Taoist, and Hanlin scholars can't beat a rising star together. They have completely defeated us Liao people. How will we Liao people face scholars from other countries in the future!

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"We had high hopes for you, but we didn't expect that you would respond to us with such a shameful defeat. It is simply a great shame in our Liao literary world!"

"You are simply unworthy of being a member of the Liao Kingdom, let alone a member of an aristocratic family. To be beaten like this by a scholar from a poor family is really unsightly!"

Those scholars who were defeated in Wen Dou felt a little ashamed and angry because they lost to Du Ning three to one. Now when they heard that many people from the Liao State were criticizing them in this way, they were all very angry.

"Shut up! We've done our best, you can't blame us."

"Du Jun's cultivation level is far superior to that of scholars of the same level. Otherwise, how could he kill such a notorious alien genius as Dongtianshan in the Three Realms Mountains?"

"It's an honor to lose to Du Jun, but how can you say we are a disgrace? If you can do it, why don't you do it?"

After hearing those Hanlin's rebuttals, many people in the Liao state became even more angry.

"What are you talking about! Yun Guo's men are just defeated. How dare you be so confident after losing Wen Dou!"

"You people have failed us and actually said such things!"

Gu Xing couldn't listen anymore, and immediately shouted in a cold voice: "That's enough! What's the point of making noise in public? I'm not afraid of being laughed at by scholars from all over the world!"

After hearing these words, many Liao people slowly closed their mouths.

The Liao people on the other side burst into laughter and were very happy to see the Liao people quarreling because of the failure of the literary struggle.

"Du Jun is really powerful. Nine Hanlin scholars were defeated by him in three rounds of literary fighting. This is unprecedented and unprecedented." Tian Feipeng said happily.

Fu Yue said with a smile: "He broke the highest record in the history of civil wars among various countries, winning three games in a row with one against three, which is really eye-opening."

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