Chapter 781: Terrifying Talent, Great Scholar at the Top? Face to Face with the First Holy Son

This group of military disciples gathered together under the dragon bone in the north. Ci Song counted them and found that there were about 40 people. At this moment, they were discussing how to deal with the phantom of the mirage dragon.

But at this moment, a young man in a golden robe with a wretched face appeared above them. The man held a folding fan and gently fanned it. There was a faint smile on his face. He looked at the group of military disciples, just like staring at prey.

This man was the first holy son, Cao Gongping.

"I really didn't expect that I would meet so many military disciples here, and they are 39,000 points. God really helps me."

Hearing this voice, all the military disciples present frowned, looked up, and saw the young man in a golden robe, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Are you, the son of the heaven?"

One of the military disciples looked at Cao Gongping, his face suddenly changed, and asked with a face full of fear.

"I didn't expect that you guys actually knew me." Cao Gongping gently fanned the folding fan and said lightly.

"I wonder what you are doing here, Master Cao?"

The military disciple looked at Cao Gongping and asked with a vigilant look.

"Hehe, it's nothing, I just want to get more points." Cao Gongping smiled faintly and said to the military disciple below.

"You want to challenge so many of us by yourself?"

Hearing Cao Gongping's words, all the military disciples present frowned, and one of them even stood up and looked at Cao Gongping and asked coldly.

"You misunderstood, I am not challenging you, but I want to... directly kill all of you."

As soon as Cao Gongping finished speaking, a very terrifying aura suddenly burst out from his body. Then, he opened the folding fan in his hand and threw it out directly. The next moment, the folding fan suddenly exploded and turned into a fan that covered the sky and the sun, smashing towards those military disciples.

"Damn it, everyone be careful!"

Seeing this scene, a thunderous shout broke through the sky, and the faces of the military disciples suddenly changed, and fear appeared on every face.

One of them reacted the fastest, taking out a spear with a cold glow, trying to stop the unstoppable giant fan.

However, the power of the folding fan was beyond imagination. The moment the spear came into contact with it, it was like rotten wood meeting a raging fire, instantly disintegrating and turning into powder, and the giant fan was even more powerful, mercilessly rushing towards the defenseless disciples.

However, the power of the folding fan was extremely terrifying. The moment the spear touched the folding fan, it was directly destroyed by the power contained in the folding fan. Then, the folding fan continued to smash towards the military disciples.

"No!"

Desperate exclamations came one after another. The figures of the disciples seemed so small under the giant fan. In a flash, they were hit hard and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. Blood fell in the air, staining their lapels red, and reflecting their shocked and painful faces.

In one blow, more than 40 elite disciples were all seriously injured, and the scene was horrible.

Cao Gongping expressionlessly put away the giant fan, a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was as cold as ice: "A mere ant dares to stop this saint from getting points. It's ridiculous."

Then Cao Gongping waved the folding fan in his hand again. He shook the folding fan again. This time, the wind was no longer gentle, but turned into a sharp wind blade, carrying the biting cold and the breath of death, rushing towards the disciples who were already unable to resist.

Puff, puff!

A series of dull and resolute sounds rang out one after another, followed by an even more shocking scene, heads flew high, blood gushed like a spring, dyeing the land a dazzling red. More than 40 lives came to an abrupt end under this blow, leaving only stumps all over the ground.

"39,000 points, got it. As expected, the military disciples are the fastest to score."

Looking at the headless bodies of the military disciples, Cao Gongping had no pity on his face, only a hint of excitement.

After seeing this scene, Ci Song was shocked, because he clearly felt that the talent fluctuations released by Cao Gongping were exactly the same as the talent fluctuations shown by Shi Yue when he broke off the engagement many years ago.

This also means that Cao Gongping's talent cultivation has reached the pinnacle of great Confucianism, and he is only one step away from being a literary giant.

"If I remember correctly, Cao Gongping seems to be only 27 years old. A 27-year-old scholar is so talented that Ci Song has never heard of it. There is no one like him before."

Ci Song took a breath and sighed to himself: "No wonder Cao Gongping is so arrogant. Even the second son of the saint is not taken seriously by him. It turns out that he really has the capital to be arrogant."

But at this moment, Cao Gongping suddenly turned his head and looked at the cliff where Ci Song was. "Friend, you have been watching for so long, just leave your 1,000 points."

Ci Song was shocked. While he was thinking about countermeasures, Cao Gongping's figure had already moved.

His figure turned into a golden light and rushed towards the cliff where Ci Song was. The terrifying speed left a trail of afterimages in the air.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Cao Gongping appeared in front of Ci Song like a ghost, and lightly opened his folding fan as if he was in control of the wind and clouds. With one wave, a wind blade that condensed the talent of heaven and earth whistled out, with a sharp scream that tore through the air, and headed straight for Ci Song.

Feeling the terrifying wind blade coming towards him, Ci Song did not move, but his mind was already focused. The Shengxie Sword came out in response. He shook his wrist and lightly tapped the tip of the sword. A fiery red sword energy rose into the air, like a dragon out of the sea, and confronted the sharp wind blade head-on in mid-air.

Boom!

The red sword energy and the golden wind blade slammed together fiercely in the air, making a deafening roar. The red sword light and the golden wind blade intertwined and shone, illuminating every inch of space around.

The two reached a balance of power in the fierce collision, and finally collapsed, turning into dots of light, dissipating into the invisible, leaving only the echoing sound, which lingered in the valley for a long time.

"Huh? It's you?"

Cao Gongping looked at Ci Song opposite him with some surprise, as if he didn't expect to see Ci Song here now.

"Cao Shengzi, how are you?"

Ci Song smiled faintly, but his tone was full of sarcasm: "I really didn't expect that I could still see the Shengzi alive."

"I can't understand why the Shengzi, who is so powerful, still wants people to deal with Ci Song?"

"From your tone, it seems that you have met that stupid boy before you met me."

Cao Gongping's tone was a bit playful, and he said: "He boasted to me that the Canglang swordsmanship is the orthodox Confucian swordsmanship, and the gentleman sword is vulnerable to the Canglang sword."

Ci Song looked at Cao Gongping coldly, "As the first Shengzi, you actually mobilized a few Tianwaitian students to encircle and suppress me. Your Highness, are you going too far this time?"

"Encirclement and suppression, what encirclement and suppression?"

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