Chapter 824: Victory, Yan Zheng Arrives

Ci Song waved his hands, and the Shuihan Sword in his hand, which was fused with the righteous spirit, was instantly slashed out. The tip of the sword lightly touched the void, and instantly turned into a sharp sword light, cutting through the sky and pointing directly at the roaring flaming dragon.

"Boom!"

The sky seemed to be split open by this sword, and the deafening sound echoed over the entire general's mansion, shocking the people watching the battle around.

The sword energy and the flames of the flaming dragon intertwined wildly in the air, blooming with extremely dazzling light, dyeing the surrounding space into mottled colors.

The talent storm raged, and the strong wind was mixed with hot and cold breath, sweeping around, and even the air was filled with a heart-pounding sword intent.

Shi Yue below also released his own talent at the same time, and his hands quickly formed seals. A layer of fine runes gradually emerged on the surface of the ring, flashing a faint light, like an invisible shield, isolating the raging storm outside, reinforcing the entire ring, and preventing the aftermath of the collision between the two from affecting the newly rebuilt general's mansion.

"Swish."

At this moment, the Shuihan Sword made a crisp sword chant, like a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar, penetrating all the noise. The sword light flashed, and it actually penetrated the huge body of the flame dragon directly, leaving a slender ice-blue crack.

The flame dragon roared in pain, and its huge body twisted and struggled in the air, but it could not resist the power of the righteous spirit.

The sword energy continued to move forward, carrying a piercing chill, and rushed towards Yan Wen as if chasing the soul. Seeing this, Yan Wen's face changed drastically. He knew that the power of this sword was extraordinary.

He quickly adjusted his breathing, the power of the red flame in his body boiling, the red flame spear in his hand turned into a burning flame, he waved the spear, and layers of flame barriers appeared in front of him, trying to block the unstoppable sword energy.

"Crack! Crack!"

However, these seemingly indestructible flame barriers were broken one by one like paper under the impact of the sword energy. The sword energy was unstoppable, with destructive power, penetrating layers of flames, and finally hit Yan Wen's chest fiercely.

"Puff!" Yan Wen was like being struck by lightning, an irresistible force surged into his body, his internal organs seemed to be shattered, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, spurting out a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red.

His body hit the edge of the ring heavily, splashing a cloud of dust, and he barely stabilized his body, but his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak, obviously he was seriously injured.

Seeing this scene, Shi Yue and others in the audience stared at Ci Song in disbelief.

"He defeated Yan Wen so easily. When did the young master become so strong?" "The power of this sword is too terrifying. After only nine months, the young master's gentleman swordsmanship has already reached the essence!"

"That is the sub-sage's treasure, the Red Flame Spear. The young master is exaggerating."

The expressions of Ci Song, Sun Buxiu and others below became extremely shocked. Although they all thought that Ci Song could win, they did not expect Ci Song to win so easily.

You must know that literati who write poetry need to recite war poems to bless themselves, so that they can exert the strongest combat power.

And Ci Song has only recited a poem so far, and he easily defeated Yan Wen. How could this not shock several people? On the stage, Ci Song put away his sword and stood, looking at Yan Wen who fell to the ground, without saying much.

Yan Wen struggled to stand up. He just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and blood gushed out of his throat again. He spat it out. If it weren't for the support of the Red Flame Spear, he might have fallen again.

Yan Wen's originally very handsome face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, which also added a bit of feminine beauty to him.

"I, I am not, not your opponent."

Yan Wen panted, and the breath emanating from his body was extremely disordered.

He looked up at Ci Song, his eyes full of bitterness. Ci Song looked at Yan Wen in front of him, and he was also quite emotional. The young general who had been indomitable on the battlefield now ended up like this, which was really sad. "You are also very strong. Among the great scholars who fought with me, your combat power can be ranked in the top three." Ci Song said.

Ci Song was not comforting Yan Wen, but telling the truth. The combat power displayed by Yan Wen holding the Red Flame Spear may not be as good as the first saint Cao Gongping, but it is definitely above the second saint Sui Baide.

Moreover, Yan Wen's Dantian was indeed damaged, and the strength he exerted now was not at the peak state.

"Give up, Yan Wen. In your current state, you can't be my opponent."

Ci Song looked at Yan Wen, who looked extremely miserable, and slowly spoke.

"Hehe, between you and me, it is a battle of life and death. Since you know that I am not in good condition, you should take my life directly."

Yan Wen's pale face showed a miserable smile. He looked up at Ci Song and said in a hoarse voice, "My uncle died in your hands. Today, I am not only fighting for our previous life-and-death battle, but also for my uncle, Han Yan."

Hearing this, Ci Song's expression became a little complicated. He respected Mr. Han Yan very much, but he did die in his own hands. This is an indisputable fact.

"Even if I want to kill you, it's probably difficult."

Ci Song exhaled deeply, then looked up at the clouds in the sky, and said softly: "Dean Yan, since you are here, please show up."

"What? Dean Yan?" "Yan Zheng is here? Why didn't I notice it???" Hearing Ci Song's words, Shi Yue and others below all changed their expressions and suddenly looked up at the clouds in the sky.

Under the gaze of everyone, a figure slowly walked out of the clouds. It was a middle-aged man with a handsome face and a gentle expression. He was wearing a white Confucian robe and exuded a refined temperament.

It was the Dean of Yansheng Academy, Yan Zheng.

Seeing Yan Zheng appear, Yan Wen was also stunned for a moment, and then turned his head away, not daring to look at Yan Zheng's eyes.

"Meet Dean Yan." Ci Song bowed and saluted.

"Yes."

Yan Zheng nodded slightly, as a response to Ci Song, his eyes fell on Yan Wen.

"Didn't you say before that you would never leave Yansheng Academy in this life, why did you break your promise?"

Hearing this, Yan Wen fell silent immediately, he lowered his head and did not respond.

"I know you have hatred in your heart, but this is not anyone's fault. If you want to hate, then hate me."

Yan Zheng sighed softly and looked at Yan Wen with complicated eyes.

"When I decided to fight a life-and-death battle with Ci Song, you were also present and could be considered a witness, so you have no right to interfere with my fight with Ci Song."

Yan Wen was silent for a long time before he looked up at Yan Zheng and said in a hoarse voice. "Brother, you know that Yan Wen died on the battlefield forty-three years ago. What is alive now is just a walking corpse."

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