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

The surrounding discussions continued to reach Ci Song's ears, but he just quietly tested the strength of the person in front of him. Although Kong Ping came with great momentum and each sword contained terrifying power, the pressure on Ci Song was not enough to make him draw his sword.

To be honest, the cultivation level of the Jinshi realm is no longer good enough in Ci Song's eyes.

At this moment, Kong Ping suddenly stopped his actions. He looked at Ci Song calmly and said, "Brother Ci, if you don't make a move, you really won't have a chance."

Ci Song heard this, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He smiled and said, "Brother Kong, you have been testing my strength, but if you don't show some real skills, I'm afraid you won't even be qualified to let me draw my sword."

Kong Ping frowned slightly when he heard this, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes, "Confucius said: 'How far is the saint from the benevolent?' Brother, you are so arrogant, aren't you afraid that the wind will flicker your tongue?"

After saying that, he swung the long sword in his hand again, and a sword energy that was more fierce than before condensed and whistled towards Ci Song.

This time, Ci Song did not dodge again. He moved his body and rushed directly towards the sword energy, and then punched out. The fist wind collided with the sword energy, and a loud noise broke out.

The sword energy was shattered directly under Ci Song's fist wind, and turned into countless green light spots that dissipated in the air.

Seeing this, Kong Ping's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect that his sword energy would be defeated so easily by Ci Song.

"It seems that I still underestimated you." Kong Ping said coldly, and then he swung the long sword in his hand again, and sword energy condensed and whistled towards Ci Song.

"Gentleman's sword, kill for the sake of righteousness!"

As his shout fell, Kong Ping's whole person seemed to be completely integrated with the shadow of Confucius. A fierce murderous aura instantly gushed out from him, and the air around the ring seemed to solidify under this murderous aura, becoming heavy and oppressive.

Kong Ping pinched his hands, and green sword energy began to condense around him. These sword energies were not ordinary sword energies, but the sword energy inherited from Confucius that contained terrifying power. Each sword energy seemed to be able to tear the space apart. They intertwined together to form a series of extremely sharp sword nets, whistling towards the opponent Ci Song.

"That's more like it."

A smile appeared on Ci Song's lips, and then he took out the hilt of the Hanguang sword from the jade pendant. With the blessing of his left hand's talent, the hilt instantly condensed into a transparent sword body. The surging sword intent rushed out like a flood.

"Swordsmanship, heaven and earth move."

Ci Song hummed, and his figure rushed like the wind. In the blink of an eye, his figure had disappeared from the spot, leaving only a vague afterimage swaying in the spot, as illusory as smoke.

"Clang!"

A crisp metal collision sound rang out, and Ci Song's figure appeared directly behind Kong Ping, volleying and swinging the sword sideways, the Hanguang sword drew a brilliant sword light, slashing towards Kong Ping.

Kong Ping's reaction speed was also extremely fast. The moment Ci Song's figure disappeared, the long sword in his hand seemed to have a spirit. He cleverly placed it behind him, with the tip of the sword pointing to the back, ready to meet Ci Song's attack.

When Ci Song's sword light was about to touch Kong Ping's body, Kong Ping felt the sharp sword energy coming from behind him. At that moment, his face instantly became solemn. He could clearly feel the powerful force contained in Ci Song's sword energy, which seemed to be able to tear everything apart, making him feel terrified. He knew that the pressure Ci Song brought him was far beyond his imagination.

"Clang!"

The harsh sound of metal collision has been echoing in the quiet air. Kong Ping only felt a powerful force surging like a frenzy. His body seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, rushing forward uncontrollably. The ground under his feet seemed to be shaking, and his heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Ci Song did not leave Kong Ping any time to react. The sword in his hand reflected a cold light in the sun. The next moment, he threw out the Hanguang sword in his hand, and then his body rushed towards Kong Ping like an arrow from a bow. One man and one sword were like a long rainbow that cut through the sky, with unstoppable momentum.

At this moment, Kong Ping just turned around and saw a man and a sword whistling towards him. His face changed slightly and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"The Master said: 'A gentleman is eager to die without a name.'"

Kong Ping shouted, and then he swung the long sword in his hand again, and a green sword energy condensed and greeted Ci Song and the Hanguang sword.

However, the moment the sword energy came into contact with the sword light, it actually shattered directly, turning into countless green light spots and dissipating in the air.

"Swish!"

The Hanguang sword directly brushed past Kong Ping's neck, and the moment the sword light touched the shadow of Confucius transformed by the Qingyu Jian, the shadow shattered and dissipated directly

On the stage, Kong Ping stood there blankly, his eyes full of disbelief. He felt a chill on his neck, which was the feeling of the sword cutting through it. He looked down and saw a tiny bloodstain on his neck, and the bright red blood was slowly seeping out.

"I... I lost?" Kong Ping muttered to himself, with a hint of doubt and loneliness in his voice.

Kong Ping slowly raised his head and looked at Ci Song opposite him. He saw Ci Song holding the Han Guang Sword and standing there quietly. There was no ripple in his eyes, as if everything that had just happened was within his expectations.

"Brother Kong, thank you for letting me." Ci Song said lightly, and then put away the Han Guang Sword in his hand.

Kong Ping smiled bitterly when he heard this. He shook his head and said, "Brother, you are really strong. I am convinced of my defeat."

"Brother Kong, I am Ci Song, a student of Yansheng Academy. If we count by age, I should call you Brother." Ci Song slowly told his origins.

Kong Ping heard this, and his originally lonely expression flashed a hint of surprise, "You are Ci Song? The new genius of Yansheng Academy, Ci Song who is both good at poetry and sword?"

"New genius, both good at poetry and sword?" Ci Song was also stunned when he heard Kong Ping's address. Good guy, when did he have so many awesome titles?

Kong Ping bowed to Ci Song and said, "Junior Brother Ci is worthy of the Five Academy's prestige. I admire you."

Ci Song smiled modestly, and then said, "Senior Brother Kong, you are too kind."

"If I lose, I lose. I am not as skilled as others. There is nothing to say."

Kong Ping shook his head, then took out a jade slip from his arms and handed it to Ci Song, "This is the entry jade slip of Boyu Lecture Hall. If Junior Brother Ci travels to Qi in the future, you can come to my Boyu Lecture Hall for a chat."

Ci Song was not polite and reached out to take the jade slip. On this jade slip, there was a lifelike green fish depicted, swinging its tail and swimming in the water, giving people a sense of vitality.

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