Chapter 638: Defeat Yan Luo Easily, the Great Scholar Takes Action

Bai Ye chuckled lightly and did not continue speaking, but this laughter reached the ears of the six people opposite, but it felt extremely harsh.

"Hmph! You are not ashamed of your words, Ci Song. Others are afraid of you, but I, Yan Luo, am not afraid of you! Let me learn your clever tricks today!"

The man in fine clothes who had been nailed to the folding fan by Ci Song with his talent sword stood up directly and looked at Ci Song with an angry face. Then a powerful aura erupted from his body. He was at the Hanlin level!

"Since your elders have not told you how to follow etiquette, let me teach you."

Ci Song glanced at the man named Yan Luo, and after saying something lightly, he used his fingers as swords to swing out three purple-gold sword energies in succession. However, Yan Luo did not show any signs of the three sword energies flying toward him. In a panic, he stretched out his left hand, and the energy gathered in his palm, turning into a cyan folding fan.

"To rule all things, the wind comes!"

As Yan Luo shouted low, he flapped the cyan folding fan in his left hand suddenly, and a gust of wind suddenly appeared, blowing towards the three sword auras.

"break."

Ci Song faintly uttered one word, and then the three sword energy directly penetrated the strong wind and stabbed Yan Luo with unabated force.

"Yu Fan, block!"

Yan Luo was shocked when he saw that his strongest blow was easily penetrated by the opponent's sword energy. He quickly activated his talent again and poured it crazily into the cyan folding fan in his hand.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Three rays of sword energy penetrated the blue folding fan one after another and scratched Yan Luo's left arm. The blood instantly dyed his white clothes red.

"ah!"

A scream sounded. Yan Luo covered his injured left arm and looked at Ci Song with a horrified expression. He did not expect that he could not block the opponent's casual blow.

"So you only have these abilities? If you only have this strength, then let's end it."

Ci Song glanced at Yan Luo, said lightly, and then swung his sword again, this sword went straight to Yan Luo's throat.

"Damn it, how dare you look down on me?"

Yan Luo's face was full of anger. Regardless of his injuries, he waved his left hand folding fan again, "Yu, the wind and thunder are broken!"

In an instant, a green wind and thunder flew out of the folding fan, carrying a roaring sound, and directly hit the sword energy wielded by Ci Song.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the wind and thunder collided with the sword energy, erupting into a dazzling light.

"It seems that I think highly of you. Your ability is far inferior to your tone."

Ci Song's expression did not change at all, he just said something lightly, and then, another sword energy was swung out, instantly piercing the wind and thunder, and stabbed directly into Yan Luo's chest.

"Pfft!"

There was a muffled sound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from Yan Luo's mouth. He flew backwards and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing that Yan Luo was defeated by Ci and Song's swords, except for the woman, the other four young men all had shocked looks on their faces. One of them also hurried to Yan Luo's side and helped him up.

"How are you?"

The man asked about Yan Luo's condition with a concerned look. He never thought that Yan Luo could be injured so easily.

Yan Luo's strength was not among the top two among the six of them, but he was still in the middle, but he couldn't even catch a few sword energy from Ci Song.

"I'm fine, just slightly injured."

Yan Luo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the clothes on his chest had been chopped to pieces by the sword energy, revealing the shining inner armor, but he was extremely shocked in his heart.

"Damn it, if I hadn't been wearing inner armor, I'm afraid this sword would have been enough to severely injure me!"

"If the rest of you are of this strength, come together and save time."

At the same time, Ci Song's sarcasm reached the ears of Yan Luo and others, which made Yan Luo, who had a hot temper, roar angrily, "Boy, you have such a loud tone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, regardless of his companions, one person rushed towards Ci Song. He kept waving the folding fan in his hand, and wind and thunder continued to fly out of his body and hit Ci Song.

"You don't know what you can do."

Ci Song looked at the rushing Yan Luo and uttered four words lightly. Then, he waved the long sword lightly in his hand, and a purple-gold sword energy flew out instantly and passed directly across Yan Luo's body.

"this……"

Yan Luo froze on the spot, his eyes widened. A small sword mark appeared on the inner armor of his chest. Blood flowed out along the sword mark on the inner armor, dyeing the clothes on his chest red.

"I thought your inner armor was a semi-holy treasure. After a long time, it was nothing more than a Confucian calligraphy treasure. Tsk."

"This, how is this possible?"

Yan Luo looked at Ci Song in shock, a biting chill filling his body.

"nothing is impossible."

Just when Ci Song was about to wave his sword finger and behead Yan Luo, the woman standing behind the other four people took action. She gently raised her jade hand, and a green guzheng appeared in front of her. With a slight flick of the finger, notes filled with murderous aura flew out one after another, attacking Ci Song.

"Enjoy the ink?"

Facing the murderous music in front of him, Ci Song didn't panic at all and just said something lightly.

"interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his fingers, and streams of purple-gold sword energy flew out of his body and hit the music.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sword energy and the rhythm continued to collide, and the terrifying air waves continued to spread to the surroundings. For a time, the entire courtyard was filled with the sword energy and the rhythm.

At the same time, the other four people directly pulled the seriously injured Yan Luo aside and watched Ci Song and the woman fighting from a distance.

"This Ci Song is only at the Hanlin realm, but he can actually take on Yan Xi's musical attack. How is this possible?"

"Yan Xi has just broken through the great scholar realm not long ago, and perhaps he has not yet adapted to his current realm."

"..."

Just as the four people were talking, the battle between Ci Song and Yan Xi instantly became white-hot. Yan Xi quickly plucked the guzheng with both hands, and a series of musical rhythms kept flying out. These musical rhythms condensed into sharp blades in the air, exuding terrifying murderous aura, and slashed towards Ci Song.

"Interesting."

Ci Song looked at the flying musical blades, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes. Then, the talent condensed in his hand and turned into a purple gold long sword. He swung it quickly, and a series of sword energy crashed into those sharp blades.

"Dangdangdang!"

The sword energy and the sharp blades kept colliding, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, and the sound waves rolled.

"Haoran righteousness, break!"

Ci Song shouted in a low voice, and then, the talent in his body surged wildly and poured into the long sword in his hand. The long sword suddenly burst into a dazzling purple-gold light, and then, a sword energy about ten feet long flew out instantly, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and slashed directly at Yan Xi.

Face to face Ci Song's sword, Yan Xi's jade face was not panicked at all. She saw her hands quickly pluck the guzheng, and in an instant, a huge pure white music shield suddenly appeared, blocking her.

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