Hu Ding was in charge of the attack, while Lu Menhou and Xun Tianling were in charge of the defense. The two sides fought a fierce battle in front of the two armies.
There was no one else within a ten-mile radius, and everyone was hiding far away.
The place where they were was completely unrecognizable, as if it had been hit by dozens of meteorites, with large holes and deep grooves everywhere.
The readers discovered that the moment before, Lu Menhou used verbal sparring, while Xun Tianling used war poetry. After hundreds of breaths, the two took turns, Lu Menhou used war poetry, while Xun Tianling used verbal sparring.
Verbal sparring saves talent, and a university scholar can use it continuously, but it needs the help of his literary advisors to control it.
War poetry requires a great deal of talent, but it does not require the strength of a literary hero.
A full quarter of an hour passed, and the two university scholars were still calm and composed. The reverse flow of qi and blood around the tiger cauldron disappeared, and the red and black evil flames became thinner. Only the qi and blood armor on their bodies remained unchanged.
During the battle, Hu Ding was injured many times by the power of war poetry or verbal sparring, but he was able to try his best to avoid the vital points. Even if he was injured, the injury was minor and healed quickly, which only consumed a part of his energy and blood.
Father, like son.
The scholars who watched the battle noticed the strengths and weaknesses of both sides.
Lu Menhou is experienced and very experienced, but his strength level is relatively low.
After all, Xun Tianling was born into a sub-sage family, and his strength level was even higher. When he made a move, his vitality was surging and his momentum was huge. However, he had been a Grand Secretary for less than two years, and even if he had rich experience before, it was not all suitable for him to be a Grand Secretary.
The reason why he came to the Confucian literary world was because he was not experienced enough in controlling the power of the Grand Secretary level, so he came to this safer place to hone himself.
As the Barbarian King of the Silver Tent, Hu Ding has reached extremely high levels in terms of strength and use of qi and blood. He almost has the strengths of both Lu Menhou and Xun Tianling, so he has almost no weaknesses and launched a violent attack from the very beginning.
There were several times when the Tiger Cauldron almost succeeded, and even shattered the defensive battle poems of Xun Tianling and Lu Menhou, forcing the two to use their cultural treasures to protect themselves instantly and escape several disasters.
However, Wenbao needs to wait at least a day for his strength to recover after using it.
The three were fighting fiercely when the Barbarian King Hu Mu suddenly said, "Hu Ding, you've had enough fun. You've almost forced the two men's Grand Secretary Wen Bao out of their hands. They should also have the Great Confucian Wen Bao. With your own strength, it may be difficult to force them to use it."
Hu Ding stopped, stood on the devastated battlefield, smiled slightly, and looked at Xun Tianling.
"You are from a sub-sage family, right? You and I both know that a Xunsheng family is enough to destroy a barbarian tribe that is ten times larger than the Confucius literary world. We can't kill you, nor do we dare to kill you. I believe you won't use your status as a Xun family member to force us to retreat! There were people from other families fighting with us before, but no one used their status as a family to threaten us barbarians. This time, you won't break the rules of the Confucius literary world, right?"
Xun Tianling did not answer, but just said: "When two armies confront each other, the winner will be the king and the loser will be the bandit. There is no point in talking too much."
Hu Ding smiled and said, "Since you have come to Confucius Literary World to hone yourself, I have already helped you just now, so your training is complete. If you leave now, no one will say anything to you. Moreover, if you leave the Pearl River area, you can go to the southwest, northwest, or grassland, which are all suitable for you to hone yourself. As for these people in the Literary World, that is the business of our two tribes. If you really want to save them, you only need to ask a few great scholars of the Xun family to come and kill us. Otherwise, you are just a hypocrite, because every year people in the Literary World die at the hands of our barbarians."
Xun Tianling looked at Hu Ding quietly and stopped talking.
"I have said so much just to persuade you to leave. If we accidentally injure you, I believe the great Xun Sheng family will not trouble us, but you may only be a university scholar in your life. What's more, if you are captured, your reputation will be ruined. As long as you leave, Xun Tianling will be intact, and will not be laughed at by others for being captured by the barbarians. Everything will be normal."
"I will laugh at myself." Xun Tianling said slowly.
Hu Mu sneered and said, "To use the words of your human race, it's like drinking a toast and then drinking a forfeit. Hu Ding, just follow our previous plan and capture Xun Tianling. As for Lu Menhou, if we can capture him alive, we will capture him alive. If not, we will kill him directly to shock the State of Chu! As for the more than 400,000 troops... exchange them for some treasures and food from the King of Chu."
After Hu Mu finished speaking, hundreds of thousands of human soldiers secretly breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had any fighting spirit.
No one noticed the cunning light that flashed in Hu Mu's eyes.
"Xun Tianling, I have one last question for you, are you going or staying?" Hu Ding lowered his head slightly, and the blood in his tiger eyes spread like a blood-colored spider web, densely packed.
Xun Tianling stood there, like a sword in its sheath, and remained silent for a long time.
"Okay! In that case, I will fight you fairly. Even if I hurt you by mistake, as long as you are alive, the Xun Sheng family will not make things difficult for me. Even if they want to retaliate, they will only target me. All human races, please bear witness that we did not use despicable means to hurt Xun Tianling!"
After Hu Ding finished speaking, he looked towards the western sky.
The sun is setting and will set in one hour.
"Xun Tianling, I will give you enough time to recover your strength. The moment the sun sets, the battle between you and me will begin!" After saying this, Hu Ding turned and walked towards the barbarian camp.
Xiong Bei muttered quietly: "The Silver Tent Barbarian King is different. If it were me, I would kill him first."
Lang Dan glared at Xiong Bei and scolded him, "Shut up. Hu Ding is doing this for our own good! If Xun Tianling is seriously injured because of our siege and it affects the Holy Path, how can the Xun family let it go? Even if it is inconvenient for them to do it themselves, there will be top scholars in the literary world who will kill us all to win the favor of the Xun family."
Xiang Ba nodded and said, "I really have to thank Chief Hu Ding, otherwise this Xun Tianling would be really difficult to deal with."
Xiong Bei coughed lightly and stopped talking.
The two university scholars sat down on the ground, recuperating their energy and regaining their spirit.
The 400,000-strong army remained quietly where they were, waiting.
Su Lun took another look at Fang Yun and found that Fang Yun was becoming more and more ordinary, with the fluctuations of his vital energy being confined to an inch around his body.
The sun sets and time passes.
When the last ray of sunlight between heaven and earth disappears, Wenquxing hangs high in the center, becoming the master of the night sky, illuminating the literary world of Confucius.
The stars are like silver and the sunset is like blood.
The six barbarian kings, Xiong Bei, Lang Dan, Xiang Ba, Hu Mu, Bao Chi and Hu Ding, all moved towards the direction of the human race.
The blood and energy armor slowly covered the six barbarian kings, and various colored evil flames wrapped around their entire bodies.
A blood-red countercurrent waterfall suddenly appeared around Hu Ding, and his blood and energy rushed straight into the sky like water.
Lu Menhou and Xun Tianling stood up.
"Brother Xun, this is a matter between us literary people, and you shouldn't be implicated." Lu Menhou took a long breath and had a blank expression on his face.
"People in the literary world are also human beings." Xun Tianling said.
The two men faced the six barbarian kings.
Zhang Qingfeng stepped forward.
Ten Hanlin scholars from the Lumen Army and the Zhujiang Army left their own armies and rushed to the battlefield.
"We, the Hanlin scholars, can at least hold back one Barbarian King." Zhang Qingfeng spoke with thunderous words.
The other scholars were about to step forward, but Lumen Hou said, "No one below the Hanlin Academy is allowed to take action."
Su Lun couldn't help but shout, "There's another Hanlin here!"
"All generals, listen up. If Zhang Longxiang makes any unusual move, he will be killed without mercy!" Lu Menhou's voice echoed in the sky.
"promise!"
.(To be continued.)