Chapter 598: Talent Backlash Breaks Out, the Last Gasp of a Dying Force
"That's what I was thinking."
Ci Song answered the mirage dragon, and then said to Han Yan in the sky: "Mr. Han, I don't agree with what you said. In Ci Song's opinion, the fish leaping over the dragon gate and turning into a dragon is not a self-consoling nonsense of the weak, but a real fact. The dragon gate is not the natural barrier that Mr. Han said, but a road of training to temper the fish's own will."
"Oh, is that so?"
Hearing this, Han Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a somewhat interesting look on his face. He looked at Ci Song and said, "My friend Ci, do you still think you can beat me today?"
"How do you know if you don't try?"
"The north wind blows snow and thunders, and the boatman stops at the orchid and his soul is broken."
As Ci Song's voice fell, the whole world trembled. The terrifying momentum emerging from him was like the oppression before a storm, which made the air around him solidify. The talent between heaven and earth surged like a tide, as if being pulled by an invisible force, rushing into Ci Song's body frantically.
In the sky, dark clouds rolled, so low that they almost touched the ground. Lightning jumped between the dark clouds, like angry flames raging in the dark night. The thunder roared, deafening, and every thunder was accompanied by a slight vibration of the ground.
At this moment of thunder, the purple-gold talent on Ci Song's body became more and more dazzling. These talents condensed into purple-gold fish, a total of thirty-six, each of which was lifelike, and the scales shone with a charming luster.
These purple-gold fish swam happily around Ci Song, sometimes shuttling through his fingertips, and sometimes jumping on his shoulders, as if playing with their master. As they swam, they emitted a faint light, which intertwined together to form a dazzling halo, tightly wrapping Ci Song's figure.
"Look at my thirty-six golden scales, I will jump to the Dragon Gate for you."
As Ci Song spoke, the fish seemed to be attracted by some kind of power and flew towards the sky.
Suddenly, a brilliant light flashed above the sky, and then a huge Dragon Gate suddenly appeared. The Dragon Gate was condensed by golden light, and each scale was lifelike, as if it was made of real dragon scales, exuding majesty and solemnity. It lay between the mirage dragon and Han Yan, as if it was a portal to another world.
This Dragon Gate was not condensed by Ci Song's talent, but was constructed by the talent of heaven and earth, with the vision of poetry and poetry moving the world.
Only the leaping figures of the fish were constantly shuttling back and forth, and the scales on their bodies were shining brightly under the illumination of the purple-gold talent, like warriors in golden armor, ready to charge into battle.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a roar, the fish burst into dazzling golden light and leaped towards the Dragon Gate one after another.
But at this moment, Ci Song suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. After all, his body could not bear such a huge talent. His internal organs were attacked, and his breath became weak, which also caused the speed of the fish jumping towards the dragon gate to become much slower.
"Ci Song, your body has reached its limit. If you continue, even if I use the power of the Wenyun Orb, I can't protect your meridians and dantian."
The voice of the mirage dragon sounded in Ci Song's mind, with a bit of worry in his tone.
"I'm fine, I can still continue. If I give up now, wouldn't all my previous efforts be in vain."
Ci Song wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face showed a bit of stubbornness. Then he let out a low shout, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the "Wenyun Orb" floating beside him in his palm, ready to absorb more talent from it again.
"Puff."
Another mouthful of blood spurted out of Ci Song's mouth, completely staining his clothes red. His entire aura instantly weakened, and even his left hand holding the "Literary Orb" began to tremble, almost causing the orb to fall out of his hand.
The light on the fish in the sky also began to dissipate, and the figure of each fish was not as dazzling as before.
"Can't we jump over this dragon gate after all?" Ci Song's eyes were full of unwillingness.
Seeing this, Han Yan's eyes flashed with a trace of heartache, "Ci, you should give up. You can't beat me. Your performance in today's battle is enough to shock the scholars of the world. Why do you insist on this?"
"I will give in one last step and allow you to take a hundred people away. How about it?"
Han Yan continued to persuade Ci Song. He was a man who cherished talents. The harsh words he said to Ci Song before were just to test Ci Song's determination and to see how talented Ci Song was. He never thought of really killing Ci Song.
"You must keep your word and do what you do. Since Ci Song has said today that he will protect my Daliang scholars, how can he retreat?"
Although Ci Song's words were very tough, his tone began to tremble. The bright red blood kept flowing out of his body, dyeing his white robe red. At this moment, he was already at the end of his strength.
The dragon gate in the sky still shone with dazzling golden light, but the purple-gold talent of those fishes had almost been exhausted, and they couldn't even maintain their own shapes, let alone jump over the dragon gate.
"Alas, since you don't want to leave, let me take you to a safe place. You are a true genius. You should fight to protect the Tianyuan Continent in the future. Your destination should not be here."
Han Yan sighed slightly when he saw this, and slowly raised his right hand. The talent between heaven and earth surged again, and Han Sheng in the sky stretched out a huge palm and grabbed Ci Song.
Ci Song looked up at the palm that covered the sky, feeling strong unwillingness in his heart. He didn't expect that he could not do anything to Han Yan even though he had revealed all the trump cards he could use.
"Ci Song, you have really tried your best. Han Yan was originally a semi-sage. He cut off his Dao Fruit and swallowed it in order to get to the top for one day. Although Han Yan's cultivation was reduced to a literary giant, but Even if the Half-Saint takes action in person, it will be difficult to defeat him today. You have done enough, stop it. "
The voice of the mirage reached Ci Song's ears again. He didn't want Ci Song's talent to be damaged and his foundation to collapse because of a battle that seemed inconsequential to him. If such a result really happened, it would be a big blow to the entire Confucian school, and even It is an unacceptable thing for the entire Tianyuan Continent.
"Mirage, is there really nothing we can do?" Ci Song continued to ask.
Mirage fell into silence. Of course there is a way. If the Wen Yun Orb and his own remnant soul show up at will, Ci Song can have the ability to defeat Han Yan head-on. But as long as one of the two is exposed, Then the troubles Ci Song will face in the future will be unimaginable.
"There is no other way except the Wen Yun Orb and my remaining soul."
After hearing Mirage's answer, Ci Song's expression didn't change much. He had already expected it in his heart, but he just lacked an accurate answer from Mirage.
"In this case, I will try my best to make it worthy of my own heart."
Having said that, Ci Song let go of the "Orb of Literary Fortune" in his hand and let it float around him again. At this moment, the talent in his Dantian was completely disordered and out of his control. Facing this huge hand, Ci Song Song Suoxing held the Shuihan Sword, the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, as if he was ready to use his mortal body to resist this talented palm that could cover the sky and the sun.
Han Sheng's virtual palm swallowed up Ci Song's figure in an instant, and everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion. Han Yan looked in the direction of Ci Song and sighed slightly, "Little friend Ci, I will send you directly to Tianguan, this worldly world." It's better not to get involved."
But who would have thought that as soon as Han Yan finished speaking, Ci Song's voice came to everyone's ears again, "If he is upright, he will not do what he is told; if he is not upright, he will not follow orders."
The next moment, a ray of azure talent rushed out from under the palm of Han Shengxuying. Han Shengxuying's huge palm was directly blasted to pieces. Countless talents exploded in the sky. At this moment, it seemed that only the color of the whole world was left. blue.
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