Chapter 388: Ci Qibai's First Move, Easily Killing the Great Scholar, Hanlin

With a slight smile on his face, Ci Qibai looked up at the people in the Wei Mansion and said: "Two literary giants, eight great Confucians, twenty-three Hanlin scholars, plus sixty-three Jinshi, with such a scale, it is impossible to put It’s also a good force on the battlefield.”

As he spoke, gray-black talent was released from the old man, looking eager to try.

"Ci Qibai, you have to think clearly about what will happen if you really want to take action with us."

Another old man who looked younger, about sixty years old, also fell from the sky. His talents were red, which was completely different from the talents of the old man next to him.

"Are you threatening me?"

When Ci Qibai heard the words, he sneered immediately, then looked up at the two old men and said, "I, Ci Qibai, have been acting in all my life. How have I ever been afraid of threats?"

"Ci Qibai, since you don't have to drink wine as a penalty, then I won't be polite to you."

The talents of the two old men reached their peak, and then a phantom of a saint appeared behind them. However, the phantoms of the saint behind them looked blurry, as if they were walking out of nothingness. Compared with Ci, Song had seen Yan Sheng's phantom released by Yan Zheng before, and the difference was huge.

"Ci Qibai, I know that you are somewhat famous in the literary world, but today the two of us join forces, plus there are many strong men in our guard house, I may not be afraid of you."

The younger old man looked at the words and said, "What's more, the two of us came today under the orders of the old man. If you don't know how to show appreciation, then don't blame me for waiting for you."

"The wind and clouds are rolling, the sky and the earth are changing, and the iron cavalry is trampling through the mountains and rivers."

When Ci Qi Bai heard the words, he sneered immediately. The blue talent on his body surged like ocean waves. This power quickly condensed around him and turned into figures. Each figure was wearing heavy armor, with inlaid inlays on the armor. The sparkling gems sparkle in the sun. The majesty and power exuded from them are difficult to look directly at.

These figures are all riding majestic war horses. The horses have strong limbs and clear muscle lines, and they seem to be able to overcome any obstacle. These figures galloped together with the war horses, standing in the sky like a real army.

"The swords, spears, swords and halberds flashed with cold light, and the beating of war drums shook the heavens."

As Ci Qibai recited poems, various weapons rotated in the sky, each one exuding strong murderous aura and biting chill. They were like divine weapons from the Nine Heavens, carrying the will of the gods and sweeping towards everyone in the Wei Mansion. Those magical weapons drew sharp trajectories in the air and flew into the hands of the cavalry.

Everyone in the Wei Mansion watched as a huge cavalry team broke through the mountains and rivers, surging in like a torrent.

"No, go back quickly."

When the younger old man saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He quickly spoke to remind everyone around him, and then retreated violently, heading into the distance. "Bang bang bang!"

Wherever the cavalry passed, everything was destroyed. Jinshi, Hanlin, and some weaker scholars were like paper in front of this huge army of cavalry, with no resistance. Wherever they passed, Everything was crushed into pieces and turned into a bloody mist.

"This, what kind of method is this?"

"This word Qi Bai is so powerful?"

The gray-robed literary giants were frightened by the scene before them. They had no idea that Ci Qi Bai could have such a method. He could summon such a powerful army by just reciting a few lines of poetry. This was simply shocking. incredible.

"kill!"

Ci Qibai didn't give everyone in the Wei Mansion much time to react. He gave the order, and immediately the cavalry were like tigers descending from the mountain, killing the other people in the Wei Mansion.

"kill!"

Although everyone in the Wei Mansion was shocked by the scene before them, some people reacted quickly. They pulled out the weapons at their waists and fought with the cavalry.

For a moment, the sound of weapons clashing and the literati's shouts and curses resounded in the sky above the entire General's Mansion.

"The rest of the gang won't interfere with me anymore. Now it's time to deal with you two."

Ci Qibai turned to look at the two literary giants, and saw that with the blessing of the saint's shadow, they killed multiple cavalry shadows in a row. Although they looked a little embarrassed, they did not suffer much damage in a short period of time.

"Master, why don't you let us brothers practice our skills?" Sun Buxiu stepped forward and said to him.

Ci Qibai heard the words and chuckled: "Old Sun, since you want to take action, then go ahead. After all, you people have not really fought a life-and-death battle with others since you broke through the literary giants."

"In that case, leave one for me too."

Shang Han stepped forward and moved his wrists to prepare for the enemy.

Shi Yue came from not far away, dragging a large jar of wine in his hand, and said: "Shang Han, how about giving me such a good training opportunity?"

"You're already late, Shi Yue, leave this person to us."

"That won't work. It's hard to find two literary giants. I can't let them go easily."

Shi Yue's appearance is much younger than before. He looks like he is thirty years old, and his whole body exudes vitality. "If you don't give it to me, then you won't take a sip of the wine I brought from outside the city." drink."

"hiss."

Hearing this, Shang Han showed a trace of hesitation on his face, and then he saw Shang Han waving his hands and saying, "Oh, forget it, you come and you come."

"That's enough of you! We don't have time to fool around with you here!"

The old man with red talent roared. These "young people" in front of him actually looked down on him so much, comparing them to fish on a chopping board, and looked like they were ready to be slaughtered. The old man's anger was burning. As a literary giant, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? He swore to make them suffer today!

The saint's phantom behind him released red sword energy, sweeping towards Sun Buxiu and others.

"You old thing, half of your body is about to be buried in the ground, and you dare to interrupt us?"

Sun Buxiu sneered when he saw this. He shook his body and turned into a residual image, and then appeared beside the old man. The talent in his hand condensed into a black spear like a venomous snake, stabbing at the old man's neck.

"Hmph, a trifling trick."

The old man sneered disdainfully when he saw this. The long sword in his hand instantly turned into a red stream of light and stabbed directly at Sun Buxiu's chest.

"Break!"

Sun Buxiu saw this and shouted softly. The black spear in his hand instantly turned as black as ink. A strong dark aura emanated from the spear, swallowing up the red light.

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