Poetry, you can take this opportunity to appreciate and learn from Du Ning.

"Hai rest!"

The Kunlun Ancient Sword and the Talented Longquan Sword crisscrossed in mid-air, and in an instant the sword energy criss-crossed, strangling many Talented Assassins.

"What a powerful move, it turns out that the Sword Summoning Poetry can be used together like this!"

"Du Jun is so awesome! He fully displays the power of the Sword Summoning Poetry!"

"With confidence and calmness, Du Jun can be called the 'first person in the Hanlin Academy'."

Scholars from various countries discussed it one after another, and everyone in Liao looked gloomy and ugly after hearing this.

"Damn it! Du Ning's sword-calling poem is absolutely invincible!"

"It's a shame that as opponents, we can't use the same war poems, otherwise our literary courage will be shaken!"

"Even in terms of poetry, we have no advantage!"

The three Hanlins on the opposite side smiled bitterly. They had no personal grudges with Du Ning before, and naturally they had also studied Du Ning's sword-calling poems.

But today, as Du Ning's opponents, if they attack the original author with war poems, it will be enough to shatter their literary courage in an instant.

But no one with any conscience would do such a thing.

Therefore, it is impossible for them to use sword-calling poems today, and they have no shame to use sword-calling poems.

"Quick victory."

With a thought from Du Ning's mind, the Kunlun Ancient Sword and the Caishi Longquan Sword took advantage of the momentum to pursue them, and reached the three Hanlins on the opposite side.

The three Hanlins on the opposite side were so frightened that their faces turned pale. When facing Du Ning's attack, they felt as if they were on the battlefield.

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