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

The light dissipated and everyone looked at the high platform. This time they were no longer evenly matched. Duanmu Qingcang still stood there without moving at all, while Ci Song was shaken and flew backwards, rolling several times in the air before barely regaining his balance.

However, Ci Song also took advantage of this time and swung three golden sword energies straight towards Duanmu Qingcang's right chest.

Seeing this, Duanmu Qingcang smiled indifferently and slowly raised his left hand. The three sword qi were directly grasped by Duanmu Qingcang in his hand. They were crushed easily by him like waste paper.

"Holy crap, are all the opponents that Senior Brother Bai Ye faces so strong?"

Ci Song's heart was filled with horror at this moment. In the collision with Duanmu Qingcang just now, he could clearly feel the depth of Duanmu Qingcang's talent, which stood in front of him like a mountain.

"Junior Brother Ci, you can recite war poems to enhance your combat power."

Duanmu Qingcang, who was standing opposite Ci Song, reminded Ci Song that Duanmu Qingcang had already recognized Ci Song in his heart based on the two collisions just now.

An ordinary scholar would not be able to block the move that he just used three points of force. But Ci Song not only blocked it, but also counterattacked. This strength and perseverance were enough for him to take a high look.

"In that case, let me try this poem."

Ci Song held his breath and concentrated, and then sang slowly: "The noble force forces people to come without freedom, and the dragons and phoenixes are so powerful that it is difficult to contain them."

I saw a white mist gradually rising behind Ci Song. In the white mist, dragons and phoenixes roared, and the sound shook the heaven and earth.

"What kind of war poem is this?" Duanmu Qingcang frowned slightly. This was the first time he saw a poem that could trigger visions in just the first sentence, and he was immediately interested.

"The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and fourteen states are cold with one sword."

As Ci Song's voice fell, monstrous fighting spirit burst out from Ci Song's body. Duanmu Qingcang only felt that the oncoming wind was mixed with a sense of chilling, pressing into his mind.

"interesting."

Duanmu Qingcang licked his lips. He could feel the power and majesty of this war poem, and he already had the idea of ​​taking this battle seriously.

"Laizi's clothes and palace are narrow, but Xie Gong's poem is about shame."

"When he was named Lingyun Pavilion at that age, how could he envy the Marquis of Ten Thousand Households at that time?"

As Ci Song finished reciting "Offer Money to the Father" completely, his momentum also climbed to its peak. At this time, Ci Song was like a peerless swordsman, pointing his sword at the sky, wanting to compete with God.

"What a war poem! There are so many artistic conceptions contained in the words of the war poem, it's really breathtaking." The master on the bamboo frame sighed.

Duanmu Qingcang's eyes on the high platform were full of fighting spirit, "Junior Brother Ci is worthy of being the son of a madman. It is a great blessing to be able to compete with Junior Brother Ci here today."

"Then let me and Senior Brother Duanmu fight with all our strength!"

Ci Song held the golden sword in his hand, and his figure instantly turned into a stream of light, rushing towards Duanmu Qingcang.

"Okay! In that case, let's have a good fight!"

Duanmu Qingcang's blue talent was rising, and the long knife in his hand was like a majestic mountain, heading towards Ci Song.

"Ding--"

The two figures met in the air, and then a strong light erupted. In this light, Duanmu Qingcang's long blue sword rolled endlessly like the vast ocean, while Ci Song's golden sword energy roared in the air like a long golden dragon.

Two powerful talents met in the air, forming a bright vortex of airflow that swallowed up everything around it.

The people watching in the audience felt a strong whirlwind blowing in front of them, disturbing everyone's vision.

"Is this really an attack that a scholar can unleash? Why didn't I do this when I was a scholar?" A student from Zeng Sheng Academy in the audience exclaimed.

"Because he is the son of Ci Kuangsheng!" Another student from Zeng Sheng Academy said, "Ci Kuangsheng back then could easily defeat Juren and defeat Jinshi just by virtue of his scholarly status. Ci Song was his son. The strength is evident.”

"That's it." The student suddenly realized.

On the high platform, two figures were constantly intersecting, and the sword energy and the light of the sword met in the air, forming a bright light. Although Ci Song's strength is far from Duanmu Qingcang's, Ci Song does not fall behind at all, and can even compete with Duanmu Qingcang at certain times.

However, Duanmu Qingcang did not go all out, but he released more and more talents, far beyond the realm of scholar. He seemed to be testing the limits of Ci Song, wanting to see how long he could last. The battle between the two in mid-air was extremely fierce, and the flash of swords and shadows were dizzying.

Gradually, Ci Song felt powerless and his face began to turn pale. Although he tried his best to support him, after all, his cultivation level was too low, and the gap in talent reserve compared to Duanmu Qingcang was not just a star, but a star.

Duanmu Qingcang became more and more courageous as he fought, and his blue talent surged like an endless ocean.

The two of them pulled apart, Ci Song was panting and sweating profusely, but Duanmu Qingcang looked calm and his expression did not change.

"Junior Brother Ci, you are very good." Duanmu Qingcang said calmly, "I lost this battle."

Upon hearing this, all the students present, including Ci Song himself, were stunned.

Duanmu Qingcang actually gave in?

"this..."

"This is a little too unexpected."

"Didn't Duanmu Qingcang keep suppressing Ci Song's fight? Why would he take the initiative to admit defeat?"

All the students spoke one after another. Duanmu Qingcang's behavior did make them feel a little strange.

On the bamboo frame on the high platform, Duanmu Weili couldn't help but sighed: "This brat always does something puzzling."

"Wei Li, Qingcang's character is completely different from yours." The master stroked the long beard on his chin, his eyes full of smiles.

"His character is somewhat similar to that of the old man in the past. No matter right or wrong, no matter winning or losing, everything is up to his heart."

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. If Qingcang heard you say this, I'm afraid his tail would be up to the sky." Duanmu Weili bowed.

On the high platform, Ci Song himself was also stunned. He didn't understand why he took the initiative to admit defeat when the advantage was always in Duanmu Qingcang's hands?

"Why did Senior Brother Duanmu say that?"

Duanmu Qingcang smiled indifferently, "Because I know where your limit is."

When this was said, everyone was stunned, including Ci Song himself.

Duanmu Qingcang continued, "In the previous battle, I have suppressed my own talent to the same level as yours. The reason why I admit defeat is that if I had been using the talent of a scholar, I would not have been able to block your sword and would have been defeated long ago."

When these words came out, the whole audience was silent. They had never expected that Duanmu Qingcang's reason for admitting defeat would be so absurd. This was a battle of literature and Taoism. Cultivation is part of strength, and suppression in the realm of cultivation should exist.

Now Duanmu Qingcang told everyone that he only used the talent of the same level as Ci Song to fight. If he used the talent of a scholar, he would have lost long ago.

This is like an adult competing with a child to see who is stronger. Adults have an overwhelming advantage. If he doesn't use his full strength, what is the difference between that and cheating?

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