"But if you only take six moves, it is still very easy. Remember, in the realm of scholar, you are still extremely weak. Your body can only bear one war poem."
After hearing the old man's affirmative reply, Ci Song felt relieved. Although he had recited "Offering Money to My Father", "Youth Journey" and "Meiling Three Chapters Part One", he did not It was not possible to fully realize the full power of war poetry by writing it down.
If he writes it down, the war poem will be recognized by the talents of heaven and earth, and his combat power will definitely rise to the next level.
"That being the case, let's do it."
Ci Song used his finger as a pen, the few remaining talents in his body as ink, and the heaven and earth as paper, and wrote the entire poem "Offer Money to My Father":
"You are born without freedom, and you have toiled hard on the hills for several years.
The hall was filled with flowers and three thousand guests were drunk, and fourteen states were frosty with one sword.
Laizi's clothes and palace are narrow, and Xie Gong's poem is about shame.
When he was named in Lingyun Pavilion, how could he envy the ten thousand princes at that time? "
Song Ci's writing speed was extremely fast, and he almost wrote the poem "Offer Money to My Father" in just a few breaths.
A soft "buzz" sound came out, and this war poem was recognized by the talents of heaven and earth, and the bright light of talent was released from Ci Song. At the same time, Ci Song's talent was completely restored, and his cultivation level was further improved. The original one thin needle was upgraded to three, and ten needles were used as fingers. When Ci Song's body reached ten thin needles, he could break through to lift people.
Bai Ye was also shocked by the momentum of Ci Song at this moment. This war poem exuded powerful fighting power. He seemed to see a man in brocade clothes standing on the top of the mountain holding a sharp sword. The sword exuded extremely sharp power. Sword intent.
However, Ci Song's talent has been fully restored and is more intense than before. Bai Ye can be sure that Ci Song has made another breakthrough at this time and is fully capable of taking on the rest of his moves.
Bai Ye smiled, his junior brother could always do things that ordinary people could not achieve, and he was sincerely happy for him.
"Huh, Senior Brother Bai, let's continue."
Ci Song waved the water cold sword in his hand. As he moved, the entire long sword exuded a chilling chill, as if it could freeze the surrounding air. The frost on the sword flows as naturally as flowing water, but it also carries an indescribable sense of beauty.
As time went by, the circulating frost gradually condensed into ice, wrapping the originally slender Shuihan Sword in a thick ice shell. The ice sword shone with a cold light, as beautiful as crystal under the moonlight.
"Even if that's the case, I won't hold back anymore."
Bai Ye waved his brush and wrote six "town" characters in succession. Each "town" character has a different charm and artistic conception, as if it can suppress everything. As soon as the six words "town" came out, the surrounding air seemed to become solemn, and a powerful aura was released from Bai Ye, as heavy and stable as a mountain.
Facing Bai Ye's six words, Ci Song advanced instead of retreating. His body turned into a green shadow and rushed towards Bai Ye with his sword.
Following his movements, the frost energy flowing on the Shui Han Sword instantly converged and condensed into a bright sword light, slashing towards Bai Ye with an extremely fierce attack.
"Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out."
Ci Song continued to recite poems, and this time he chose one of his favorite poems, "Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan and Liu Jiajia.
While chanting, the ice sword in his hand suddenly turned into a cold light and struck Bai Ye with a sword. The sword energy was so powerful that it seemed to freeze the entire world. Bai Ye dodged the sword in a flash, and at the same time wrote the word "Zhen" with a brush. The surrounding air suddenly solidified, and a powerful aura was released from Bai Ye, lowering the surrounding temperature to pole.
With a loud "boom", two powerful breaths collided, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart.
"Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow."
At the same time, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, as if a snowflake fell from the sky, and the entire mountain top was covered with a layer of white snow. The cold wind howled, picking up pieces of snowflakes, heading towards the six-passage town character.
"boom!"
The snowflakes collided with the word "Zhen" and made a deafening sound. The strong shock wave spread instantly, lifting up the surrounding ice and snow, forming terrifying snow waves.
The air around him seemed to be shaking, and the snowflakes were scattered in all directions. And the powerful aura carried by the six town characters was also covered bit by bit by snowflakes.
In such a fierce confrontation, the figures of Ci Song and Bai Ye also became blurred. Their robes were caught in the cold wind, and snowflakes seemed to be falling behind them.
"Senior Brother Bai, your words of suppression have so easily suppressed Han Jiangxue like me."
Ci Song's voice came in the wind and snow, and then the two figures appeared. Ci Song held the sword in his right hand, half-kneeling on the ground, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.
Bai Ye was unscathed. Although Ci Song's attack seemed violent, it did not hurt Bai Ye at all.
"Junior brother, you have already done very well. Even if you are to lift people, the number of people who can take over six of my "zhen" jobs and survive is only five fingers."
Bai Ye walked to Ci Song's side and helped Ci Song up, with a smile on his face.
"Compared with my senior brother, I'm still far behind."
Ci Song smiled bitterly and shook his head. He knew that the gap between himself and Bai Ye was really too big. He was indeed considered a genius in this world, but how could this gentle senior brother in front of him not be the same?
"Master, are you okay?"
Shi Yue hurriedly stepped forward and also supported Ci Song.
His eyes were full of worry. "Ahem, Uncle Shiyue, I'm fine."
Ci Song waved his hand, signaling Shi Yue not to worry.
When Bai Ye saw Shi Yue supporting Ci Song, he turned around and walked to Yan Zheng, saluted him and said: "Teacher, Junior Brother Ci has already received the ten moves I used with all my strength. This competition is my Lost."
His face was expressionless, and he just said lightly: "Kneel down."
As soon as these words came out, Ci Song and Shi Yue were stunned. They didn't understand why Yan Zheng asked Bai Ye to kneel down.
Bai Ye didn't have any doubts and knelt down directly in front of Yan Zheng.
"What I said told you to use your full strength. Tell yourself, have you tried your best?"
Yan Zheng's tone was full of blame and questioning. How could he not know the strength of his disciples? Ci Song's performance just now was indeed amazing. Even Juren would be defeated by Ci Song's sword, but his opponent was Bai Ye. The six words "zhen" only caused minor injuries to Ci Song, which in his opinion was a joke.
Moreover, he has never used the "kill" technique that he taught him once. Isn't this a deliberate act?
When Bai Ye heard this, he lowered his head and said nothing, and did not answer Yan Zheng's words.
"You will be punished to sweep the library. You will not be allowed to leave until the battle between heaven and man."
Yan Zheng turned around and left. Bai Ye stood up from the ground and walked towards the library.
"Senior Brother Bai, you..."
Ci Song wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Bai Ye. He just saluted Ci Song, then turned and left.
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