Chapter 590: Sword Cuts the Shadow of Xun Sheng, Defeats Wen Hao

As Ci Song wrote, the world shook violently, and endless talents gathered from all directions and poured into the words Ci Song was writing. These words, nourished by talents, bloomed with dazzling light, as if they were bright stars, illuminating the whole world. ‘

"What kind of poetry is this? It can actually trigger such a terrifying phenomenon of heaven and earth?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at this scene with an unbelievable look on his face. He could feel the terrifying momentum emanating from Ci Song, like a volcano about to erupt.

At this moment, the Qingyun ruler in the hand of Xun Sheng's phantom in the sky seemed to feel threatened. The speed of the Qingyun on the ruler was getting faster and faster, and the fairy music and strange fragrance became more and more intense. But even so, it still couldn't cover up the sharp sword energy on Ci Song.

All the talents in the surrounding space were mobilized and squeezed towards Ci Song's body frantically. The mirage dragon directly operated its own talents to control this powerful talent around Ci Song, so that it could not escape at will.

The consequence of doing so is that some low-level literati, such as Juren and Xiucai, have very little talent in themselves, and the talent of the whole battlefield is plundered by Ci Song's war poems. In this way, the talent in their bodies cannot communicate with the talent of heaven and earth, making them unable to exert their own strength.

This also makes Ci Song's body suffer unimaginable torture. This feeling is like maggots eating bones, and like thousands of knives cutting, his soul is constantly squeezed and washed by talent.

But at this moment, Ci Song is like not knowing pain, still mobilizing talent and writing poems regardless of care. When Ci Song finished writing the last word, he looked up at the shadow of Xun Sheng in the sky and shouted: "The poem is finished, and all the saints should be killed."

Before the voice fell, Ci Song suddenly burst out with brilliant sword intent, and the sword intent soared into the sky, instantly dispelling the surrounding clouds and mist, and a dazzling sword light pierced the sky.

At the same time, the vision of poetry appeared again behind Ci Song. A slender shadow slowly condensed. Although his face was blurred, his eyes flashed with dazzling light. He was wearing ancient armor and holding a long sword that flashed with cold light. The sword intent was so strong that it seemed to be able to devour everything.

The shadow's long sword was gently raised and pointed at Xun Sheng's shadow. Xun Sheng's shadow held the Qingyun ruler in his hand, his face solemn, like a towering mountain, standing firm. The atmosphere between the two was instantly tense to the extreme, as if even the air was frozen.

"Clang!"

A crisp sword sound resounded through the sky, like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, shocking people's hearts. The long sword in the hand of Ci Song's shadow suddenly came out of the sheath, turning into a dazzling sword light, and slashed at Xun Sheng's shadow with the force of thunder. Wherever the sword light passed, the sky and the earth changed color.

"Boom!"

The Qingyun ruler in the hand of Xun Sheng's phantom also smashed down, colliding with the dazzling sword light in the air. In the light, the power of the sword light and the ruler collided and melted with each other, emitting powerful energy fluctuations. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this energy, forming a series of tiny vortices.

After a loud bang, the Qingyun on the Qingyun ruler collapsed, the fairy music and the strange fragrance disappeared, and the dazzling sword light also dimmed and finally dissipated into nothingness.

But the phantom behind Ci Song did not disappear, but looked up at Xun Sheng's phantom, emitting a more terrifying sword intent.

"Those who use poetry in ink can summon war poetry visions, but this is the first time I have seen a poetry vision that can compete with Xun Sheng's phantom." The eyes of the middle-aged literati transformed by Han Si and Li Fei gradually became serious.

At this moment, Ci Song's right hand holding the Water Cold Sword was trembling slightly. The pain brought by the backlash of his talent made Ci Song's expression a little ferocious, but his body still stood straight, looking at the shadow of Xun Sheng above with a sharp gaze.

"Although the shadow of Xun Sheng is only a saint with one point of Xun Sheng, it is definitely not something I can contend with. If I want to break the situation, I can only kill him at close range to have a chance of winning."

Thinking of this, Ci Song endured the pain of the backlash of his talent, controlled the summoned shadow to merge with himself, and then raised the Water Cold Sword above his head with his right hand again, pinched the sword formula with his left hand, and operated the power of the Wenyun Orb, forcibly mobilizing the talent that was constantly backlashing around his body, and gathered it on the tip of the Water Cold Sword.

"Heaven, Earth, One, Sword."

As Ci Song uttered these four words, the Water Cold Sword in his hand instantly burst into a brilliant blue light, and the light was like falling stars, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it. Where the tip of the sword pointed, the clouds above the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and a huge sword shadow broke through the clouds and pierced the sky.

The sword shadow was like a galaxy pouring down from the sky. The sword energy used the vertical and horizontal power contained in it to cut the surrounding air and make it emit a sharp whistle.

At this moment, Ci Song's figure merged with the sword shadow between heaven and earth. His eyes flashed with a resolute light. He gently waved the sword, and the huge sword shadow was like an arrow from a string, slashing towards Xun Sheng's phantom.

This is the strongest sword that Ci Song can perform now. Xun Sheng's phantom felt this strong sword energy, his face changed slightly, and then condensed a more terrifying holy power. In the hands of Xun Sheng's phantom, the Qingyun Ruler was emitting layers of green light, and those green lights quickly gathered into a solid barrier, facing the sword of heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

"Boom!" A deafening roar erupted in the air, shaking the ground around. The sword light and the holy power collided fiercely in the air, bursting out a dazzling light, which instantly submerged everything around in a white sea of ​​light. Endless sword energy and holy power intertwined, collided, and exploded in the air.

After a moment, the light dissipated, revealing the phantoms of Ci Song and Xun Sheng. Ci Song still maintained the posture of swinging the sword, while Xun Sheng's phantom became a little illusory, and the next moment it was directly shattered.

"How can this be..."

The middle-aged scholar had not finished speaking, and the backlash from the saint's phantom made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

The whole person became listless, and then turned into a green cloud, splitting into two, revealing the figures of Han Si and Li Fei. At this moment, Han Si and Li Fei were pale, half-kneeling on the ground, with blood still on the corners of their mouths, and no talent could be sensed on their bodies.

"Finally... I won."

Ci Song let out a long breath. The backlash of the bone-eating force made it impossible for him to maintain his current state. He fell from midair. When Ci Song was about to hit the ground, Mo Yao appeared beside him and hugged him.

"Brother Ci Song, you have tried your best. You are the hero in my heart."

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