Chapter 553: Surrender, Ci Song's Threat, Little Soldier Immortal Korean Words

Just when the purple-robed old man was about to take action, his movements suddenly stopped, and the purple talent around him also dissipated. As if he heard some unbelievable voice, his pupils shrank and he waved his sleeves angrily.

"If I take action, I will be bullying the junior too much. I will spare your life for the time being, but I will remember today's revenge. You'd better not appear on the battlefield in the future. Otherwise, even if you risk the lives of all Korean literati, I will also behead you in public.”

"Then you'd better pray that the national war will come soon. If you wait until I break through to the realm of Confucianism, you Korean literati may be in trouble."

The old man in purple robe looked at Ci Song with anger in his eyes. He snorted coldly at Ci Song, and then his whole person turned into a purple energy and swept out of the Xitang. Following him, there were also Nearly thirty Legalist disciples turned into streams of light and disappeared into the wedding hall. When everyone below saw this scene, their faces showed shock.

Ci Song actually killed a great scholar in front of a literary giant, and that great scholar was also a descendant of Han Sheng, who was famous and famous?

Is this too dreamy?

Zhong Bo looked at the leaving figure of the old man in purple robe, snorted coldly, and said: "Fleeing without fighting is really not worthy of being a descendant of Han Sheng. Today's Legalists are really rotten."

Immediately afterwards, he turned around, faced Ci Song, and said, "I'll help you this time, Ge Yin Zhongqi."

After saying that, Zhong Bo left the high platform and returned to his original seat. Sitting on the seat on the right side of Zhong Bo was Zhong Qi. He gave a friendly look to Ci Song on the high platform and then handed over his hand. salute.

Ci Song, who was on the stage, also gave Zhong Qi a friendly look, then turned around and looked at Han Tuo's body and head. He waved the water cold sword in his hand, and the sword exuded a biting cold air, instantly killing Han Tuo's body and head. shrouded in it. Under the invasion of the cold air, the two were quickly frozen into ice sculptures, slowly rising into the air.

He swung his sword suddenly, and saw the ice sculpture instantly shattered under the impact of the sword energy, turning into countless ice flowers blooming in the air. Those ice flowers are as bright as fireworks, but they also carry a biting chill that makes people shudder.

As the ice sculpture shattered, Han Tuo's body and head also turned into tiny, crystal-clear particles, falling to the ground. These particles shimmered faintly under the red candlelight and disappeared without a trace the moment they hit the ground.

Ci Song stood on the high platform, looked at the guests below, and said in a deep voice: "Today is Ci Song's happy day, and this literary fight is the culmination of the wedding. Ci Song did not want to commit murder, but as Ci Song said before "Others respect me a foot, and I respect others a foot. If someone really wants to take this opportunity to take Ci Song's life, Ci Song will have to greet him in this way."

"Are all the students at Yan Sheng Academy so arrogant? I wonder if the academy has ever taught you the principle of 'There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world'?"

A black figure appeared on the high platform. This person's age seemed to be almost the same as that of Ci Song. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a black robe with a unicorn with teeth and claws embroidered on it. His long hair was tied up in a bun. She wears a high bun, and although she looks young, she gives people a sense of dignity without anger.

"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. These are words used to alert oneself at all times, rather than words used to threaten others." Ci Song replied lightly.

"Oh, you Confucian scholars can still reason, but I don't know how your strength compares to Bai Ye?"

The man in black robe sneered, and his figure quickly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Ci Song. The speed was so fast that even everyone in the audience was shocked.

"Why did you take action just because you couldn't say anything? Today, I'm going to show you your clever trick."

After Ci Song said these words, his figure was like the wind, and he instantly inserted the Shuihan Sword and Hanguang Sword into the hard ground. There was a crisp "click" sound on the ground, and the sword body was submerged, leaving only the hilt outside.

He turned around in an instant, with blazing eyes, facing the man in black robe who was attacking quickly from behind, without any trace of fear on his face. The man in black robe raised his hand, and with the sound of howling wind, he struck hard at Ci Song. Ci Song did not retreat but advanced, his clenched fist directly colliding with the palm of the black-robed man with a sound of breaking through the air.

The fists and palms met, and a deafening roar suddenly erupted, the air flow stirred up, and a cloud of dust was rolled up. The young man in black robe shook slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He did not expect Ci Song's power to be so powerful.

Ci Song, on the other hand, took advantage of the situation, and with his body like lightning, he instantly approached the young man in black robe and punched him hard in the chest. The young man in black robe reacted very quickly. He quickly turned sideways to avoid the punch, and at the same time swept out with a kick, trying to kick Ci Song to the ground.

However, Ci Song was also on guard. He leaned down to avoid the kick, and then punched the black-robed man in the abdomen with his backhand. The two of them were going back and forth, fists and feet intersecting, and each collision made a dull sound.

This also refreshed the understanding of literati among the princes, nobles and officials below. In their understanding, literati basically used their talents to fight, or used various spells to attack each other, or clashed with weapons. Have they ever fought in close quarters like warriors?

"Old Sun, the fists and kicks used by that young man in black robes seem to come from your military strategist. Do you know him?"

The merchant watching the battle below asked Sun Buxiu.

"I don't know him, but this young man is quite skilled in military tactics. This is definitely not something that ordinary military disciples can master in just a few years. When I was this age, I didn't have this kind of skills at all. This boy's talent is far beyond mine."

Sun Buxiu's eyes became solemn.

"A genius who is more talented than you? Could it be that..."

Shang Han looked at Ci Song and the black-robed youth who were fighting fiercely above him, and had an uncertain answer in his heart.

"Your boxing and kicking skills are very good. You can be called a master in my military, but you can't defeat me with just this."

After saying that, the black-robed youth's left foot swept towards Ci Song. This kick was powerful and heavy, and kicked directly towards Ci Song's chest. Ci Song crossed his arms to form a solid defensive posture.

There was a loud "bang" and the black-robed youth's left foot kicked heavily on Ci Song's arms.

A strong impact came instantly, and he retreated more than ten steps, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step. The surrounding dust was raised by his footsteps, and the cracks under his feet spread out like a spider web.

The black-robed young man did not continue to chase, but stood where he was and introduced himself: "I am a disciple of the military school, Han Renyan. Everyone loves me and gave me the title of 'Little Soldier Fairy'."

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