The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The Xiong Jun only said three words, and the body of the True Dragon Ancient Sword suddenly accelerated, one chirp, two chirps, three chirps... until it reached five chirps, which is five times the speed of sound, and its speed is far faster than the lip-sharp sword of an ordinary Hanlin.

The Xiong Jun's eyes widened. He was one of the candidates for the next generation of four talents. When he was in Hanlin, the fastest speed of the lip-sharp sword was only a little more than five chirps. But Fang Yun had a five-chirp sword just after he successfully conceived the sword, which exceeded the human race's understanding of the lip-sharp sword.

The flying speed of the sword depends on the material and power of the sword. The time and control of the sword from flying to the highest speed depends on the literary courage, and the flying stability of the sword depends on the condensation of the talent.

The faster the lip-sharp sword, the stronger the talent sword sound.

During the flight of the True Dragon Ancient Sword, dragon scales appeared on the surface, covering all places except the blade!

"Run! Run! Run..." Xiong Jun shouted repeatedly, and fine sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He didn't expect that Fang Yun was not only good at the sword-pregnancy poem and the sword-opening poem, but also the quality of the tongue sword itself was far superior to the children of the saint family.

What shocked Xiong Jun the most was Fang Yun's unique sword sound of talent!

The sword sound of talent is a unique power formed after the lip gun and the sword of tongue reach a sound. For example, Lei Jiu's sword sound of talent is "white frost", which comes from the cold dragon of the sword of pregnancy, and Xiong Jun's own sword sound of talent is even more vicious, which is "broken blood". Once the enemy is stabbed, the wound will not only be difficult to heal, but the bleeding will also accelerate.

However, no matter how strong the ancient sword of talent is, there is always a weakness, that is, the ancient sword of talent is ultimately between reality and illusion, and it is too fragile. Once the demon barbarians are willing to pay the price, they can easily hurt the ancient sword of talent of the human race, causing the sword to crack and fail or even completely collapse.

The power of the ancient sword of talent does not depend on the lethality of the sword, but on how long it can last.

Xiong Jun never expected that Fang Yun's sword sound of talent was actually the unprecedented "dragon scale". It goes without saying that dragon scale has a strong protective ability, which completely makes up for the only shortcoming of the ancient sword of talent.

Before Xiong Jun shouted "run", Shi Wang had already made a judgment. Although the two real dragon ancient swords have the same power, the main body is close, and the imitation sword is far in front of Fang Yun.

Shi Wang roared, and the long lion mane on his neck was immediately full of blood, bright red, and then all the mane broke off, flying towards Fang Yun's real dragon ancient sword. During the flight, the mane suddenly grew wildly, weaving into layers of large nets, covering Fang Yun's real dragon ancient sword.

At the same time, the wind god wings on Shi Wang's body flickered gently, allowing it to move away from the real dragon ancient sword at a very fast speed.

Xiong Jun breathed a sigh of relief. A saint of the level of Shi Wang would naturally try his best to learn the magic that weakens the power of the human race. This magic is indeed powerful. With the support of the power of Lion Heart and Demon Evil, even Wu Ming's real dragon ancient sword needs a few breaths to get rid of it.

"How could it be..." Xiong Jun suddenly looked at Fang Yun and muttered to himself, because the replica of the True Dragon Ancient Sword in front of Fang Yun disappeared!

A large amount of talent poured into Xiong Jun's eyes, making Xiong Jun's eyes extremely bright, enough to see through any illusion, but he saw nothing, only saw a military book appear in front of Fang Yun.

Xiong Jun took a breath of cold air, and suddenly thought that there was indeed a very terrible military method that could make the True Dragon Ancient Sword disappear silently.

"You actually took away my Han Xin Military Book in the Holy Ruins! It turned out that you killed my clone!"

While Xiong Jun was speaking, Fang Yun's replica of the True Dragon Ancient Sword appeared behind Shi Wang.

Repairing the plank road in the open, crossing Chencang in secret.

The power of the military method of crossing Chencang secretly used the True Dragon Ancient Sword as bait to lure Shi Wang, but the replica sword crossed Chencang secretly and came to Shi Wang's side silently.

"Swish..."

With a sword cut, Shi Wang's left hind leg, half of his buttocks and the left wing of the Wind God Wing were cut off.

Shi Wang completely lost his balance, his body tilted, he staggered to stand firm, turned his head suddenly, aimed at the replica of the True Dragon Ancient Sword that still wanted to continue attacking, and gathered all his strength to form the Lion's Heart Roar.

A ten-foot-high lion head surrounded Shi Wang, roaring to the sky, and the surging blood and qi and the demon turned into invisible sound waves and rushed forward.

Even though Fang Yun's replica of the True Dragon Ancient Sword was extremely powerful, it retreated rapidly like a small stone kicked away, and the ground in front of it suddenly exploded, creating a huge hole, and a lot of dust flew forward.

As the Lion's Heart Roar spread outward, the sand and gravel on the ground actually undulated like waves and pushed in all directions.

A small amount of sand condensed into a sandstorm, spreading everywhere like a storm wall.

Those Qinyin soldiers collapsed, and General Longmanhou disappeared because he existed for too long, but the horse barbarian transformed by the White Horse Hero was still there.

The White Horse Hero rushed to Fang Yun at the first moment, and then his body exploded, but it offset 70% of the power.

Fang Yun obviously did not face the roar of the lion's heart directly, and there was another White Horse Hero to resist on the side dozens of feet away, but the power of the Jinshi to protect the literary treasure was broken like glass.

Fang Yun hurriedly released the power of the literary courage, part of the power was removed by the power of the literary courage, and the other part penetrated the power of the literary courage and fell on him.

Fang Yun only felt a huge hammer hitting him, his eyes went black, and he flew backwards with blood spitting out of his mouth, leaving the dragon cloud, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Fang Yun spit out another mouthful of blood and stood up with difficulty. The baffle in front of him was made of metal, but it was twisted, and part of it even sank into the flesh, and his clothes were shattered.

A large amount of sand and soil rolled, almost burying Fang Yun.

"It is indeed the son of the Great Sage." Fang Yun hurriedly let the dragon cloud fly to his feet, stood up and looked around.

In front of Shiwang, a huge fan-shaped pit was formed, hundreds of feet long, and the deepest part was five feet. The local environment was completely destroyed.

Fang Yun was at the edge of the fan-shaped pit.

Xiongjun was far away and could not attack Fang Yun. Shiwang not only used the Lion's Heart Roar, which consumed a lot of blood and energy, but also had half of his body cut off, and his speed advantage was finally lost.

Shiwang dragged his body and stepped on the dragon cloud to rush towards Fang Yun. His eyes were bloodshot and he roared loudly: "What a sinister and cunning Fang Yun! You know that your Caiqi Ancient Sword cannot kill me with one strike, so you deliberately cut off my legs and hurt my Fengshen Wings. I lost my speed advantage. Even if you don't make a move, it's enough to wait for Ao Huang and others to kill me, right?"

Fang Yun smiled slightly and said: "As the ash left over from sharpening the sword, you are quite smart." After that, Fang Yun looked at Xiongjun.

The evil king's whole body was stiff, and he finally understood where his initial uneasiness came from. At the beginning, Fang Yun used the speed of Gu Jiao Hou and Shi Wang to get away from him, and then decisively used the star position of the king. No matter whether he killed Shi Wang or Gu Jiao Hou, he would use the ancient sword of talent to cooperate with the secret crossing of Chen Cang to severely injure the other party.

As long as the two monsters and the speed advantage were gone, Fang Yun could easily chase and kill anyone with his powerful dragon energy cloud.

The dragon energy cloud of the evil king was less than a quarter of Fang Yun's, and the speed was even more different.

The evil king finally realized that Fang Yun had no intention of killing him since the beginning of the battle, because he was not like Gu Jiao Hou or Shi Wang who could escape at high speed.

Now, as long as Ao Huang arrived, the evil king would definitely die.

Fang Yun quickly picked up Gu Jiao Hou's Yinjiangbei and retreated quickly.

Unlike the Drinking River Shell of the Demonic Saint, the Drinking River Shell of the Ancient Jiaohou was not damaged at all. Fang Yun did not have the Qi and blood power of the demon race, so he could not open it. He put it aside first, quickly took off the damaged clothes, treated the injured body simply, and finally changed into the spare Juren robe.

Fang Yun took a closer look at the injury and was even more grateful to Di Luo. If it were not for Di Luo, Shi Wang's Lion Heart Roar would be enough to shock him to death. After all, it was the Lion Heart Roar, which contained the great sage power in Shi Wang's blood.

Shi Wang was severely injured and could only rely on the Dragon Qi Cloud to move and catch up with Fang Yun. Among all the demons who entered the Dragon Platform in the past dynasties, the Dragon Qi Cloud under Fang Yun's feet was the best, and Shi Wang could not catch up at all.

Fang Yun looked at Shi Wang from a distance. He had already calculated that Shi Wang would have a powerful way to save his life, but he did not expect that he was so strong that he could easily kill a Jinshi at the edge dozens of feet away.

The two real dragon ancient swords flew back together.

The imitation sword was already broken and could collapse at any time after being hit by Lionheart's roar, while the real dragon ancient sword was only entangled by the mane and was unscathed.

The evil king stepped on the dragon cloud and continued to approach. He stared at Fang Yun's two real dragon ancient swords, and his murderous intent became stronger. Fang Yun had calculated that the talent ancient sword might be damaged, so he used the real body as bait and let the imitation sword bear the strongest impact.

Fang Yun did not even look at the evil king in the distance, and said to the lion: "Since you have consumed the life-saving technique, I will send you on your way!"

The imitation sword broke and disappeared.

Fang Yun was about to use the sword-calling poem again after he finished speaking, but he felt that the talent and literary courage in the palace were unstable. He realized that although the sword-calling poem was strong, it would consume a lot of talent and literary courage to form it. Continuous use would put too much burden on the talent smoke column and literary courage.

Fortunately, it was Fang Yun. If it was another Jinshi, he could only use the sword-calling poem once at most in a battle.

Fang Yun didn't care at all. He looked at the True Dragon Ancient Sword. A mysterious connection was formed between his mind, literary courage and talent and the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

The ancient sword rang long, and scales appeared on the sword body. It hit Shi Wang directly without any fancy moves.

Shi Wang was slightly stunned, and his right claw slightly bent, as if he was bowing his head to thank him. Then, he roared, and all the power of his blood, demons, and ancestral spirits were twisted together. A translucent crown appeared on his head, and the blood armor of the king on his body once again emitted a golden and bloody light.

At this time, Shi Wang regained the wildness and ferocity of the demon clan. Under the encouragement of the blood power, he gradually became crazy, and his mind began to be controlled by the fighting instinct, becoming a full-fledged demon warrior!

Shi Wang swung his right claw and rushed towards the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

The lion claw met the ancient sword, bursting out a large amount of air waves and making a strange roar.

In just a blink of an eye, Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword seemed to be unable to withstand the power of the lion claw and flew backwards.

However, neither Shiwang himself nor the evil king in the distance were happy at all. Instead, the human Jinshi who was watching from afar with a telescope cheered.

Sima He exclaimed: "What a terrifying tongue-sword combo! Is this the power of a second-level literary talent and genius? In the blink of an eye just now, at least ten consecutive attacks were made! Among us, at most seven attacks in the blink of an eye?"

Kong Detian said: "You are wrong, Fang Yun just made at least twelve attacks in the blink of an eye!"

Ao Huang curled his lips and said: "It was fourteen attacks!"

As soon as Ao Huang finished speaking, Shiwang's right claw and half of his leg exploded with a snap.