The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1630: The Contest of Tongue and Sword

War Realm, Sky-Splitting Palace, the land of dragon power of 9,900 miles.

Fang Yun, Lei Chongmo and seven water monster kings were sharpening themselves in the dragon power, and dozens of monster kings were looking ahead in a safe place.

These monster kings really didn't understand what Fang Yun was up to. The repeated injuries and repairs of the divine consciousness could indeed make it stronger and stronger, but the problem was that if the time was spent on other things, the improvement would be more obvious.

Many dragon geniuses even regarded the first 10,000 miles as nothing, and began to sharpen themselves after 10,000 miles or even 20,000 miles.

The monster king Gui Cong pondered over and over again, and when chatting with other monster kings, he said that maybe Wen Xing Longjue had other purposes, but no one cared.

These monster kings would occasionally enter the dragon power to sharpen themselves, but the blood and qi consumption was too great, and they often could not hold on for long and would return. These monster kings used the power of blood and qi, and the time they stood in the dragon power was not as long as Fang Yun, and they were extremely ashamed, and they admired Fang Yun even more.

Some demon kings also looked at Lei Chongmo. Since Fang Yun came in, Lei Chongmo sat there motionless, constantly bearing the baptism of dragon power, which means that Lei Chongmo can resist the dragon power here with only a little literary power and talent. In terms of spiritual power, he has reached the standard of a great demon king.

Lei Chongmo has been sitting at fifty miles, while Fang Yun keeps moving forward, and then retreats after moving forward to a certain distance, and repeats this way.

Many demon kings have discovered that each time Fang Yun moves forward, he is a little farther than the last time.

Cultivation is the most boring.

Time slowly passed, and Fang Yun walked farther and farther.

Finally, Fang Yun walked two hundred feet away from Lei Chongmo.

Many demon kings secretly marveled that Fang Yun had not used literary power and talent so far.

Lei Chongmo suddenly stood up and looked at Fang Yun, smiling.

"Fang Xusheng, you finally came here, congratulations."

Fang Yun ignored him, wearing a tattered robe, and continued to walk slowly forward.

The fierce dragon power hit Fang Yun. Fang Yun lowered his head slightly, bent his waist slightly, and walked forward slowly like an old man in the wind and snow.

Due to the dragon power, Fang Yun's upper body swayed slightly, and there were even blood marks on his body from the aftermath of the dragon power. However, Fang Yun's footsteps were extremely steady, and he walked one step at a time, as solid as a rock.

Lei Zhongmo smiled and said, "Back then, you were not a university scholar, so I couldn't ask for your advice. Now you have become a university scholar, and you are a university scholar in the realm of knowledge. I am happy to see you. I hope Fang Xusheng will have a discussion with me to fulfill my long-cherished wish. In this Lietian Palace, life and death are not important, but you and I are both scholars. If we really fight to the death, it will hurt the harmony. I think we should stop at this point."

Fang Yun still lowered his head and walked forward slowly, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground, his clothes and the dragon power stirring, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and his steps were difficult, and he ignored Lei Zhongmo.

Between the blue sky and the green grass, the two people were getting closer and closer.

Lei Chongmo laughed, and was not angry at Fang Yun's disregard. He continued: "Since Fang Xusheng doesn't speak, I will take it as his consent. Then, I will first learn from Fang Xusheng's verbal battle!"

After Lei Chongmo finished speaking, he opened his mouth and a shining ancient sword of talent flew out. In an instant, the power of his true name was activated.

The ancient sword turned into a two-headed poisonous dragon!

Ancient sword of two dragons!

The blue two-headed poisonous dragon roared and swung its tail. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a sparkling river appeared under it, rushing towards Fang Yun together with the two-headed poisonous dragon.

The demon kings present were all shocked when they saw the legendary ancient sword of two dragons. Lei Chongmo was a famous child prodigy of the Lei family before he became a Jinshi. In order to prepare the sword for him after he became a Jinshi, the Lei family spent a lot of energy, and finally obtained a complete two-headed poisonous dragon bone from the Dragon Palace in the West Sea, which made Lei Chongmo a myth that he was hard to find an opponent among his peers.

Some even said that if Li Wenying and Lei Chongmo became famous at the same time, the Blood-Lining Ancient Sword would most likely be suppressed by the Double Dragon Ancient Sword.

The two sides were nearly two hundred feet apart, and the two-headed poisonous dragon only needed a breath to fly there, but Fang Yun did not move until he flew halfway.

Some demon kings became anxious. Could it be that Fang Yun's power was exhausted and he had lost his ability to resist?

When the two-headed poisonous dragon flew to fifty feet in front of Fang Yun, the demon kings and Lei Chongmo saw that Fang Yun's drooping right hand suddenly moved slightly, as if he was fanning the wind, or as if a comatose patient finally woke up, without the slightest momentum.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword flew out.

The ancient sword turned into a real dragon.

A golden dragon soared into the sky, and then swooped down from a hundred feet high towards the two-headed poisonous dragon.

The huge dragon claws slammed down, and a golden waterfall fell from the sky, rushing the two-headed poisonous dragon to the ground.

The two-headed poisonous dragon spit out the mud and grass in its mouth, roared, and the green mist around it expanded and rolled quickly, avoiding the attack of the Ancient Sword Dragon, and then spewed out poisonous mist in an attempt to approach the Ancient Sword Dragon.

The Ancient Sword Dragon did not give the two-headed poisonous dragon any chance to approach, firmly occupying the advantageous position in the sky, making it difficult for the two-headed poisonous dragon to gain an advantage.

At the moment of seeing the golden dragon, all the water monster kings were shocked. They felt the pure dragon breath from the body of the Ancient Sword Dragon, which made them feel instinctively afraid. This fear was imprinted in their blood and would never die.

Many monster kings instinctively took a step back, unwilling to get too close to the golden dragon.

After a few breaths, all the monster kings saw that the two-headed poisonous dragon was born decades earlier, so it was experienced and cunning, and the accumulated power was even stronger. However, the golden dragon had a clear suppression on the two-headed poisonous dragon. No matter how the two-headed poisonous dragon struggled and tumbled, it was suppressed by Fang Yun's Ancient Sword Dragon.

The battle of words has already been decided.

However, Lei Chongmo did not take back the two-headed poisonous dragon.

Gui Cong shook his head gently. Everyone could see that Lei Chongmo was not convinced, but the strong is strong and the weak is weak.

"The reason why this poisonous dragon is so powerful is because the poisonous dragon bone of the sword is extremely strong. Why is Wen Xinglongjue's real dragon ancient sword so powerful?"

"A few years ago, there was a rumor that Fang Yun obtained the true blood of the ancestor dragon and formed a powerful real dragon ancient sword. It is normal that this real dragon is stronger than the poisonous dragon."

"That's right. Not to mention a drop of blood from the ancestor dragon, even if the ancestor dragon exhales a breath, it is stronger than the two-headed poisonous dragon."

Time passed slowly, Fang Yun continued to walk slowly, and the two were getting closer and closer.

The real dragon and the poisonous dragon fought in the sky, and Fang Yun and Lei Chongmo passed by.

The breeze rippled, and the hair of the two moved slightly. Lei Chongmo's few strands of white hair were the most eye-catching.

Fang Yun never looked at Lei Chongmo straight from beginning to end.

Lei Chongmo turned slowly and looked at Fang Yun's back.

Lei Chongmo's complexion was slightly dark, his skin was rough, and there were several unclear scars on his face due to long-term training in the battlefield. He looked at Fang Yun with a very vicissitudes of life, without the slightest shame, hatred, or hatred, just like a general looking at the enemy's commander.

Win or lose, everything else is false.

"For the second round, I would like to ask for the poem to summon the soldiers."

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