Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Strong Army Formation, this formation was created by the Military Saint with the inspiration of the Mohist scholars’ Mohist Qi. Its core is consistent with that, which gathers talents together on the same person, so that the combat power of that person is multiplied.

Of course, compared with Mohist Qi, the Strong Army Formation has many more restrictions, and is far less flexible than the Mohist scholars’ use of Mohist Qi. This Strong Army Formation requires at least fifty military disciples to form the formation together before it can be used, and its effect of gathering talents is also somewhat worse.

After the Military Saint ascended to heaven, the descendants of the Military Family further developed the Strong Army Formation, and created a stronger military formation based on the Strong Army Formation - the Military Saint Formation.

However, Sun Buxiu did not reveal too much information about the Military Saint Formation to Ci Song, mainly because he was afraid that Ci Song would not be able to chew too much, and the conditions for using the Military Saint Formation were extremely harsh, and it was generally not encountered at all.

At this moment, the talents in the bodies of the Military Family disciples and the young man in dragon-patterned armor surged wildly, flowing between them along the mysterious route, and the aura of each Military Family disciple surged wildly at this moment.

After the aura of these military disciples reached its peak, they flowed into the body of the dragon-patterned armored youth along the talent bond condensed by the strong army formation.

"Boom!!"

The infusion of the talent of the strong army formation caused the talent of the dragon-patterned armored youth to surge, like a talent furnace, emitting a terrifying high temperature.

The dragon-patterned armored youth stood in the center of the formation, like a military saint descended to the world, surrounded by a brilliant and dazzling red talent light. Every strand of his hair and every piece of armor seemed to tremble slightly with this power, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

"Bai Ye, if you surrender now and kowtow to us and confess your guilt, we can still spare your lives. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

Under the infusion of the talent of the dragon-patterned armored youth, his voice became ethereal, as if it came from the nine heavens, giving people a great pressure.

Bai Ye just smiled faintly when he heard this, then used the sword as a pen, wrote the word "kill", attached it to the sword, and then rushed towards the young man in dragon-patterned armor.

"Bai Ye, remember, the one who defeated you today is Long Ju!"

After the young man in dragon-patterned armor introduced himself, he immediately waved the red spear in his hand and rushed towards Bai Ye.

For a moment, the only sound on the entire square was the air wave left by the red spear passing through the air, and the sound of the sword in Bai Ye's hand breaking the wind.

"Dang!!"

The sword and the spear collided violently in the air, making a crisp sound of metal colliding. Under this blow, Bai Ye actually felt his arm numb, and his body retreated involuntarily.

"Sure enough, the military formation is only strong enough when there are many people."

Bai Ye commented with a smile. Long Ju's strength is much worse than his. In the previous battle between heaven and man, when both of them were at the Jinshi level, he only used ten moves to kill Long Ju. Today, with the blessing of the strong military formation, his strength is probably enough to rival the literati at the peak of the Hanlin level.

"Bai Ye, is this all your strength?"

After Long Ju repelled Bai Ye with a gun, a mocking expression appeared on his face, "If the three of you only have this much strength, then stay here today."

Speaking of this, Long Ju's eyes also flashed a trace of cruelty. He pointed the tip of the gun at Mo Yao and others not far away, "They are in the same group with you. Today, I will kill you at least ten times to relieve my hatred!"

When Bai Ye heard this, a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Just as he was about to rush towards Long Ju again with a sword, he saw a figure directly passing him and rushing straight in front of Long Ju.

"Dang, dang, dang."

The sound of multiple weapons colliding reached everyone's ears. They saw Ci Song holding Shui Han and fighting with Long Ju. They attacked very quickly, and the sword light and gun shadow intertwined in the air. In just ten breaths, the two had exchanged dozens of moves.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ye did not continue to attack, but stood there and watched the battle quietly. Duanmu Qingcang came to his side and said slowly: "Although your personalities are very different, you are all the same kind of people in the final analysis."

"What do you mean?" Bai Ye turned his head curiously and looked at Duanmu Qingcang and asked.

"You two are both romantic."

Duanmu Qingcang answered. Just when Long Ju said he was going to attack Mo Yao and others, he clearly sensed the strong murderous intent from Ci Song. This was the first time he saw Ci Song like this.

Bai Ye heard this and chuckled, "That's a good thing."

While the two were talking, Ci Song and Long Ju had already exchanged nearly a hundred moves. Ci Song's sword moves were like a raging wolf, one wave higher than the other, and he gradually suppressed Long Ju. Long Ju could only hold his spear horizontally and resist Ci Song's attack with difficulty. During this period, his armor was also slashed with many sword marks by Ci Song.

"Damn it!"

Long Ju's talent suddenly burst out, forcing Ci Song back. He looked at the armor that was cut open on his chest, and a ferocious expression appeared on his face, "Boy, you really pissed me off!"

As soon as the voice fell, Long Ju's aura surged, and a more powerful aura than before burst out from his body, and the spear in his hand emitted a red flame.

"Ci Junior Brother, be careful, he is serious." Bai Ye reminded him on the side.

However, before he finished speaking, Long Ju had turned into a red stream of light and rushed towards Ci Song.

"Wait till September 8th in autumn, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die."

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, it gallops like a meteor. It kills one person every 10 steps and leaves no trace in a thousand miles."

"Taixu hangs a sword to kill all living beings, the stars are like lightning and cigarettes are thick. But who will stand out? A long roar will make the world vast."

Ci Song recited three poems in succession, and his aura continued to rise. Behind Ci Song, there was a faint illusion of sword shadows. Each of these sword shadows exuded a terrifying sword aura, and then gathered on the Shuihan sword in Ci Song's hand.

"If I don't kill you today, Ci Song will be unworthy of being a man!"

Ci Song shouted in a low voice, and the murderous intent in his body reached its peak under the blessing of these three murderous war poems. For a moment, the temperature in the entire square seemed to drop a lot, and a sense of killing enveloped everyone's heart.

"Kill!"

Ci Song shouted angrily, and the Shuihan sword in his hand was wrapped in a majestic sword aura, slashing towards Long Ju. Where the sword tip pointed, even a shallow sword mark appeared in the void.

Feeling the horror of this sword, Long Ju's face also showed a solemn expression. He shook the spear in his hand, and it turned into dozens of spear shadows, pointing towards Ci Song's sword aura.

"Break!"

Long Ju shouted in a low voice. With the power of the strong army formation, the might of the spear in his hand reached its peak. The red spear light was like a flaming beast, roaring and crashing into Ci Song's sword energy.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the sword energy and the spear light collided violently in the air. The terrifying air wave spread around the two of them. The stone slabs on the ground cracked and raised huge dust and smoke.

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