Chapter 596 A Gentleman Does Not Stand Under a Dangerous Wall, Trump Card, Mirage Dragon Appears!

Ci Song was silent for a few breaths after hearing this, then took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Han, I appreciate your kindness, but as a scholar of Daliang, how can I escape from the battlefield? Today, unless I die, I will never retreat a single step."

"Okay, since you don't want to leave, then leave your life behind."

After that, Han Yan's figure disappeared instantly, turning into a green rainbow and flying towards Ci Song. At the same time, the spear in Han Yan's hand burst out with brilliant purple light, and a series of spear beams burst out from the tip of the spear and shot towards Ci Song.

"One flute and one sword in my life, carrying the name of madness for fifteen years."

Facing Han Yan flying towards him, Ci Song uttered a series of chanting sounds, and then, Ci Song turned into a sword shadow and fought with Han Yan in the air.

"Bang bang bang"

The two fought in the sky. In just a short moment, they fought hundreds of rounds. The terrifying power fluctuations continued to spread from the sky. Every collision caused a loud noise that shook the people watching the battle below. It felt that their eardrums were about to be broken.

The purple light and the golden light intertwined in the air, and it seemed that they were evenly matched. However, at this moment, the literary masters and great scholars below had already seen that this seemingly evenly matched battle was actually Ci Song struggling to hold on. If this situation continued, it would probably take less than an incense stick of time for Ci Song to be completely defeated.

When they thought that Ci Song's true literary realm was only Hanlin, but he was willing to fight with Han Yan for the sake of a literati who had little intersection with him on the battlefield, everyone couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Especially Zhang Wenlong, looking at Ci Song fighting with Han Yan in the sky, his heart was full of self-blame. As the leader of the Daliang literary giants, he could do nothing and could only pin all his hopes on Ci Song.

"If I had survived a few more moves under Mr. Han at that time, it would have been better to consume more of his talent." Zhang Wenlong was full of regret.

At this moment, in the air, Ci Song and Han Yan had fought for hundreds of rounds. Although Ci Song had always been at a disadvantage, he did not show any signs of defeat. Instead, he became more and more courageous. The purple gun shadow and the golden sword shadow kept colliding in the air, bursting out with a deafening roar.

"Boom."

Ci Song held the Shuihan Sword with both hands and collided head-on with the spear in Han Yan's hand. The terrifying power fluctuations came from the center of the collision between the two, forming a circular air wave, spreading to the surroundings. Wherever they passed, the clouds were instantly shaken away, and the sky cleared up.

"Bang, bang, bang."

This head-on collision caused Ci Song to be pushed back hundreds of feet before he could barely stabilize his body. On the other hand, Han Yan only swayed slightly before he could stabilize himself. It was easy to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.

"Hu, hu, hu."

Ci Song held the sword in both hands, breathing heavily. Fine beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead. His white robe was torn to pieces, and blood was faintly seeping from the robe. Obviously, Ci Song had been seriously injured to hold on until now.

"My dear friend Ci, your strength is already very strong. Even if you only rely on external objects to forcibly improve your realm, your real combat power is not inferior to some weaker literary masters, and even better."

Han Yan looked at the embarrassed appearance of Ci Song not far away, and said softly, "But the reason why a literary master can be called a literary master is because he is recognized by the saints, and can summon the saints' phantoms and use the saintly power. But now you don't have the saints' phantoms to bless you, you can't be my opponent."

"Mr. Han is right. I have thought about these things long before Ci Song decided to fight you."

Ci Song took a deep breath, forced down the surging blood in his body, stared at Han Yan not far away, and said in a deep voice.

Han Yan frowned when he heard this, and asked in confusion, "Then why did you come here to fight with me? Isn't this giving away your life in vain? Confucius said: 'A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall', you are not doing it right."

"Mr. Han, you are too serious. Ci Song is not a reckless person, and he cherishes his life. The reason why Ci Song stands here is naturally the result of careful consideration."

Ci Song smiled, and then the voice of the mirage dragon came to his ears, "Ci Song, everything is ready."

"So, you are confident that you can beat me, so you choose to come here. I am very curious, where does your confidence come from..."

Han Yan has not finished speaking, and he saw Ci Song slowly close his eyes, dissipating his talent, and the golden light on the "Literary Orb" dissipated, replaced by a dark purple light.

At the same time, an extremely terrifying aura burst out from Ci Song's body, and the whole world changed color. The originally clear sky suddenly became dim, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a drizzle began to fall from the sky.

But when the raindrops fell into the air, they turned into strands of pure talent and merged into Ci Song's body, making the aura on Ci Song's body even more terrifying.

"This, this aura is..."

Feeling the terrifying aura on Ci Song's body, Han Yan's face suddenly became solemn, his pupils shrank slightly, and a look of disbelief emerged from his eyes.

"Ang!"

A dragon roar came from Ci Song's body, and Ci Song opened his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were full of indifference and majesty, as if he was an emperor who was high above and looked down on everything. Behind him, a purple dragon thousands of feet long emerged, entrenched between heaven and earth, covering the sky and closing the curtain, shaking people's hearts.

"That's Mr. Mirage Dragon?"

Many literati on the battlefield below recognized the appearance of the dragon shadow, which was none other than the mirage.

"How is this possible? Why did Lord Mirage appear behind Ci Song, and judging from his appearance, it seems that he is not a phantom, but his true body. Could it be said that Lord Mirage did not fall? In fact, he has always been hidden in Ci Song's body? "

There were well-informed literary figures and scholars who looked at the thousand-foot-long mirage in the sky, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"But, how is this possible? Lord Mirage is the most powerful man in Tianyuan Continent, and Ci Song is just a literati in the Hanlin realm. The gap in realm between the two is like a chasm. How can Ci Song endure it? In my opinion "Ci Song should have been inherited by Master Mirage in Fenglin Continent."

At this moment, all the scholars watching the battle were filled with doubts, wondering why Ci Song could summon such a real mirage.

The next words of Mr. Han answered the doubts in the minds of everyone present, "According to legend, there is a place where dragons sleep in Fenglin Island. It is the place where Lord Mirage practices to overcome tribulations. If a scholar enters it, he can get the mirage." Master Long has blessed and inherited it, but the place where the sleeping dragon is hidden is covered by Master Mirage's mirage, making it difficult for ordinary people to reach."

"Even Saint Han has only been to the Land of Sleeping Dragon once after he became a saint. Little friend Ci has such a good fortune, which is really enviable."

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