It wasn't just a few poems, but 10, 100, 1,000!
A poem and a sword!
A line of poetry and a line of light!
The mountains and rivers were covered in clouds, and infused with sword light!
The sword formation set up by 30,000 sword cultivators was firmly suppressed by the sword light formed by the Great Spirit of Confucianism!
There was only one person who used this technique.
Confucianism Grandmaster, Han Muye.
This was the technique of a grandmaster!
Between heaven and earth, there was no other sound apart from the sword howls of flowing light.
At this moment, countless people were shocked.
Who in the world could compare to such literary talent?
One step, one sword, one poem. The literary aura soared to the nine heavens!
The methods of Confucianism were so intense!
After today, who would dare to say that a scholar was powerless?
