Chapter 701: A Brush Stroke that Shakes the World and Speaks to the World

In this way, many students present came to the stage to compete with Yan Wen one after another, but without exception, no one could force Yan Wen to use all his strength, and no one could even try to figure out how Yan Wen entered the ink. Basically, Yan Wen is defending while everyone attacks. After a hundred moves, Yan Wen will repel the opponent and then comment.

About half an hour later, it was finally time for Ci Song to take the stage. After Ci Song ascended the stage, he, like other students, bowed his hands to Yan Wen and introduced himself, "I am Ci Song. Please give me some advice, senior brother."

"Last name?"

Yan Wen was slightly stunned, but did not take action immediately, but looked Ci Songtian up and down, and then said to himself: "Although they don't look alike in appearance, the expression between his eyebrows is the same. "

"Junior brother, who are you Ci Qi Bai?" Yan Wen asked Ci Song Dao.

Ci Song understood that of course he couldn't tell the truth at this time, and immediately replied: "Senior Brother Ci Qi Bai is a genius, but I am just an ordinary student. I know him, but he doesn't recognize me."

"Hahaha."

Yan Wen laughed twice when he heard this and said: "Junior brother, don't belittle yourself. Ci Qi Bai returned to Tianguan a few days ago. If I have time, I will ask my brother to bring Ci Qi Bai over. You two can get to know each other."

Ci Song was startled when he heard this, and then he cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll thank you, Senior Brother Yan first."

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. You and I will compete first. Junior brother, I'm offended."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wen took action directly. With a shake of the spear in his hand, he attacked Ci Song. He had already felt that Ci Song's literary cultivation had also reached the level of a literary giant. He was in the same realm as himself and he would not be able to do it. Just like other students, only attack but not defend.

"bite."

The moment Yan Wen made a move, Ci Song also moved, and a long sword appeared in Ci Song's left hand. The sword's body was crystal clear, and it reflected the light of the sword under the sunlight. It was the Hanguang Sword.

The tip of the sword was accurately positioned on the tip of Yan Wen's spear just before it stabbed him.

"Oh? Junior Brother Ci also uses a sword?"

When Yan Wen saw this, a look of surprise appeared on his face. Then with a flick of his wrist, the spear, like a spiritual snake, bypassed Ci Song's sword tip and stabbed Ci Song's throat.

But Yan Wen was fast, and Ci Song was not slow either. Seeing only one side of Ci Song's body, he dodged the shot, and at the same time, he raised the long sword in his hand and hit Yan Wen's wrist.

"Clang, clang, clang."

For a moment, the martial arts stage was filled with swords, guns, and shadows, and the two of them exchanged blows quickly. In just three breaths, the two of them had exchanged ten moves.

"I really didn't expect that such a good seedling would come to me at the seventh pass."

Zhao Qing below looked at Ci Song on the stage, stroked his beard and murmured.

"Junior brother's strength is indeed not bad. It seems that I have to use all my strength to find out the true nature of junior brother."

On the martial arts stage, after Yan Wen and Ci Song collided again, the two kept a certain distance apart. Yan Wen's face was full of smiles. It seemed that the stronger Ci Song was, the happier he was.

"Junior brother, please use your true skills next time."

Yan Wen responded again, and then chanted:

"The wind and clouds are miraculous on paper, but the sun and moon shine on the pen."

"A single stroke will shock the heaven and earth, and a soft word will make the world understand."

As soon as Yan Wen finished speaking, a powerful aura emanated from Yan Wen's body. At this moment, Yan Wen felt as if he had changed into a different person, from an elegant scholar to a... A general who has been on the battlefield for many years is decisive in killing.

"It turns out to be ink written with poetry?!"

"Ci and Song Dynasties also use poetry to ink. The two are fighting. I don't know which one is stronger and which one is weaker?"

"Senior Brother Yan Wen has been on defense before and has not taken the initiative to attack. It turns out that he is really afraid of hurting us."

At this moment, everyone below the martial arts stage finally understood how much strength Yan Wen had hidden when he fought with them. A person who writes poems into ink, without reciting war poems, his combat power is at most no more than his peak combat power. Forty to five percent...

On the martial arts stage, Yan Wen's whole aura changed and became extremely fierce. It was as if the air around him had become a little more solemn. A chilling aura, with Yan Wen as the center, spread towards the surroundings. .

Ci Song looked at Yan Wen's rising momentum and couldn't help but be shocked, "It turns out that Yan Wen actually uses poetry to ink. No wonder the teacher thinks so highly of Yan Wen."

"Junior Brother Ci, be careful."

The next moment, Yan Wen's momentum climbed to its peak, and behind him, an illusory figure condensed. Looking carefully, the figure was exactly the same as Yan Wen, except that it exuded a monstrous killing intent, as if it was drawn from the blood of a mountain of corpses. Like crawling out of the sea.

When the students below saw this, they also had a look of shock on their faces.

"Is that the phantom of the saint?"

"No, this is the vision of a war poem evolved from a war poem. Although its ability is not as good as the phantom of a saint, but because this handsome senior brother is a literary giant, he bestows his talents on heaven and earth to bless his body, so it looks good. It’s almost the same as the shadow of a saint.”

"With the vision of war poetry, coupled with the blessing of talent from heaven and earth, this senior brother's strength is probably close to that of a real literary giant, right?"

"Although Ci Song is also strong, there is still a certain gap compared to this senior brother."

At this moment, on the martial arts stage, Yan Wen has completely merged with the vision of poetry. Yan Wen flashed and rushed towards Ci Song. His speed was so fast that he left afterimages in the air.

"bite."

Yan Wen thrust out a spear, but Ci Song raised his sword to block it. The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword collided together, making the sound of gold and iron clashing.

"boom."

The next moment, a powerful force was transmitted from the tip of the gun to Ci Song's arm, causing Ci Song's figure to tremble and he could not help but step back half a step.

"Junior Brother Ci, if this is all you have, I will not be polite."

After Yan Wen repelled Ci Song with a gun, he took advantage of the situation and attacked Ci Song again. The shadow of the gun was like a dragon, blocking Ci Song's retreat.

"Raise the sword, the world moves!"

Facing Yan Wen's tidal attack, Ci Song did not show any panic, but took a deep breath, then took a step forward, crossed the long sword in front of his chest, and chanted.

As Ci Song's last word fell, a three-foot sword light suddenly burst out from the Hanguang Sword, and a sharp sword intent burst out from Ci Song's body, as if it was going to break through the sky.

"Clang clang clang."

Ci Song's long sword shook, and a stream of sword energy shot out towards Yan Wen, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, leveling the four seas.

The dragon shadows transformed by the sword energy and the spear light kept colliding, making a loud noise of talent colliding. For a moment, the entire martial arts stage was covered by sword energy and spear shadows, which made people dazzled.

"Ding."

Suddenly, a crisp sound of metal colliding sounded, and Ci Song's long sword accurately hit the spear that Yan Wen stabbed at his throat. The sword tip and the spear tip faced each other, and the two fell into a stalemate.

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