Chapter 824 The Sky Is Dark and the Stars Are Dim, the Bones of the War Are Withered and the Blood Is Stained on the Border

With just one shot, he easily broke through Ci Song's ice wall.

Yan Wen's offensive did not stop, but became more fierce.

The Red Flame Spear drew a series of gorgeous trajectories in the air, each of which was accompanied by a deafening sound of breaking through the air, leaving behind a series of winding fire snake trajectories and a high temperature that was enough to suffocate people. These spear beams cut through the air and swept towards Ci Song's position frantically.

Ci Song waved his sword to resist, but every time he collided, his Water Cold Sword would be forced back by the fiery spear beam, and the cold air quickly evaporated under the blazing high temperature.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold, and the warrior will never return once he leaves."

Just listening to Ci Song's low voice chanting, the magnificent talent burst out, turning into a dazzling blue sword beam, colliding with the flames of the Red Flame Spear, making a deafening sound of metal clashing.

At this moment, the martial arts arena was a world of ice and fire, with blazing flames on one side and icy cold air on the other. The two intertwined to form an extremely strange picture.

"Do you think the young master can win?"

"Of course he can!"

"That's right. Although Yan Wen is strong, the aura exuded by the young master now has reached the peak of the Hanlin Academy. He is only one step away from breaking through the Confucian scholar. Yan Wen's own dantian is damaged. Although he is a Confucian scholar of Jiuyun, he can only exert the strength of a Confucian scholar of Sanyun at most. The gap between the young master and him is not too big."

"In this battle, Yan Wen will definitely lose."

Just as Shi Yue and others were communicating with each other in the audience, the battle on the martial arts arena also entered a white-hot stage.

The figures of Yan Wen and Ci Song flashed quickly in the air, and every collision would make a deafening noise, shaking the entire martial arts arena slightly.

The confrontation between the Red Flame Spear and the Water Cold Sword became more and more intense, and the flames and cold air intertwined to form a series of terrifying energy storms that swept around.

After another collision, Yan Wen suddenly shouted, paused, and held the Red Flame Spear tightly with both hands, with the tip of the spear pointing at Ci Song. A terrifying aura quickly rose from him.

"The soul of the spear is fierce and strong, and the song of war moves all directions."

"The mountains and rivers are shaking, the wind and thunder are roaring, the enemy is afraid and the morale is high."

"The sky is vast and the clouds are flying, the earth is vast and the bones of the war are fragrant."

"The sky is dark and the stars are dim, the bones of the war are dry and the border is stained with blood."

Yan Wen recited a war poem again. With each syllable of the poem, the talent surrounding him was like the waves rolled up by the wind, surging and surging, and finally condensed into nine layers of thick clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

In the mist, light and shadow interweave, and an ancient general wearing heavy black iron armor gradually appears in the interweaving of light and shadow. He holds a long spear with a cold light flashing on the tip of the spear, standing on the clouds, surrounded by an inextinguishable fighting spirit and killing spirit. Every breath he takes seems to change the color of the wind and clouds, as if he can lead thousands of troops to charge into the invisible battlefield at any time.

The next moment, Yan Wen merged with the vision of poetry, and his whole aura changed. The scholar's aura disappeared completely. His figure gradually blurred in the light, and then he was reborn in a posture beyond the mortal world, turning into an iron-blooded general who returned from an endless journey. He stood tall, like a green pine standing proudly in the wind and snow, with an inextinguishable flame burning in his eyes.

He shouted suddenly, and the Red Flame Spear turned into a red blood-red lightning, cutting through the sky. The spear came out like a dragon, with a flame that burned everything, and rushed straight to Ci Song.

"What a powerful blow!"

Facing Yan Wen's unstoppable blow, Ci Song's expression was solemn, but he did not show any panic.

He performed the "He Guang Tong Chen" footwork, and his body was as light as a swallow, moving freely among the gun shadows, and every dodge was just right, as if he was integrated with the air.

At the same time, he gently waved the Shui Han Sword in his hand, and suddenly the cold air overflowed, condensing into crystal clear sword energy, like icicles in winter, flashing with a cold light, trying to stop the Chi Yan Gun that was unstoppable.

However, wherever the Chi Yan Gun passed, everything was ignited, and the sword energy collapsed as soon as it touched it, as vulnerable as paper. After a series of muffled sounds, the sword energy shattered one after another, turning into dots of cold light and dissipating in the air.

The tip of the Chi Yan Gun was unstoppable, pointing directly at Ci Song's heart, and the blazing flame seemed to melt everything.

In a flash, the tip of the Red Flame Spear had reached Ci Song's chest, only inches away from his heart.

Seeing this scene, the audience exclaimed in surprise and broke into a cold sweat for Ci Song.

At this critical moment, the Shuihan Sword in Ci Song's hand suddenly burst into an unprecedented light. The Donglin Sword Tassel at the end of the sword seemed to come alive, releasing a piercing chill, which echoed with the Shuihan Sword Intention in Ci Song's body, and instantly formed a vast expanse of ice and snow between the two.

Snowflakes flew, the wind was cold, and the whole world was shrouded in this sudden cold. The flame of the Red Flame Spear quickly weakened in this extremely cold environment, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated. Although the tip of the spear still stayed on Ci Song's chest, it could no longer move forward.

The two confronted each other in this ice and snow, and everything around them seemed to be still.

Yan Wen showed an expression of disbelief on his face, while Ci Song smiled slightly, with confidence and calmness in his eyes.

He swung the Shuihan Sword, and the tip of the sword collided with the Chiyan Spear, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

For a moment, the Shuihan Sword and the Donglin Sword Tassel were all released, and the piercing cold instantly froze the entire Chiyan Spear. Yan Wen only felt his hand sink, and the Chiyan Spear was already covered by a thick layer of ice, losing its former heat and sharpness.

When the cold air was about to spread to Yan Wen's right arm, Yan Wen's aura burst out again, and the ice on the Red Flame Spear quickly melted and burned again.

He dodged Ci Song's attack with a flash, and at the same time stabbed out with a spear, aiming directly at Ci Song's throat.

"Red Flame Burns the Sky!"

With his low shout, the flame on the Red Flame Spear instantly surged several times, turning into a 100-meter-long flaming dragon, roaring towards Ci Song. Feeling the terrifying power of this flaming dragon, Ci Song's expression was extremely solemn.

He waved the Water Cold Sword again, condensing a series of majestic sword energy, trying to stop the flaming dragon from advancing.

However, this flaming dragon seemed to have life, extremely flexible, and every swing of its tail could easily defeat Ci Song's sword energy, making it impossible for it to get close.

In a flash, the flaming dragon had come in front of Ci Song, opened its bloody mouth, and wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Ci Song took a deep breath, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He paused, holding the Shuihan Sword tightly in his right hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at the giant dragon of fire, and an even more terrifying aura burst out from him.

"The first move of the Gentleman Sword is the noble and righteous spirit."

With a low shout from Ci Song, a dazzling aura suddenly burst out from his body, which surged like a river and finally merged into the Shuihan Sword.

The tip of the sword flashed with dazzling light, and mysterious runes flowed on the sword, each rune exuding a heart-pounding sword aura.

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