The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Waves of piercing sword sounds emanated from the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and there were faint dragon and tiger roars in the sword sounds, which were enough to scare ordinary demon generals or scholars, but in Ao Huang's ears, this level of sword sounds was not even noise.

Ao Huang carefully waved his left claw to slap Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword, and saw that the light of his left claw suddenly increased tenfold, and a large amount of dragon power gathered on it, like colored glaze, beautiful and extremely dangerous.

Guo Zitong, who was not far away, was secretly shocked. Although Ao Huang only had a thin layer of colored glaze light on his claws, which could not be regarded as a complete True Dragon colored glaze body, it already had a powerful prototype.

Guo Zitong's eyes then fell on Ao Huang's right claw. Unlike the open left claw, its right claw was slightly curled up, and the colored glaze light did not leak out, but condensed in the center of the claw, ready to launch a powerful attack at any time.

Guo Zitong shook his head secretly again, marveling at the fighting talent of the dragon race. Ao Huang had such fighting instincts just after being born. The human race could never compare. Without more than ten years of life and death experience, the human race could not compare with the dragon race of the same rank.

The power of the dragon race mainly comes from blood, while the power of the human race mainly comes from learning. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages. The former is innately strong, while the latter has incomparable pioneering and extensibility.

Fang Yun's sword was not fancy at all, and flew straight to Ao Huang.

Ao Huang made a quick judgment, and a cunning flashed in his eyes. As a dragon race, he should not only study the fighting methods of the dragon race, but also the fighting methods of the monsters and humans. No matter how powerful the True Dragon Ancient Sword is, it is impossible to injure the claws of a dragon marquis with one sword. After all, the dragon marquis is equivalent to a Hanlin, and Fang Yun is just a Jinshi.

"Hmph, if Fang Yun wants to hurt me now, he must use the combo technique! Apart from that, it is impossible to hurt my claws. As long as I destroy his combo, it will be enough to make him return empty-handed. What's more, my right claw is charged with power. Once he really forms a combo, I can also use my right claw to knock away his True Dragon Ancient Sword! The True Dragon Ancient Sword was even named by this dragon, how can this dragon be afraid of it!"

Fang Yun and Ao Huang's eyes met, and it seemed like thunder was born in the void between the dragon and the man, and the fighting spirit was soaring.

But in an instant, Ao Huang's left claw met Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword. Ao Huang was about to use the secret method of the dragon clan to shake off the True Dragon Ancient Sword, but was shocked to find that the True Dragon Ancient Sword did not attack its finger part, but flew along the gap between the two fingers.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword landed on the thin flesh between the two fingers of the claw, and quickly passed there with the power of "cutting" in the nine techniques of tongue sword.

With a slight hissing sound, the True Dragon Ancient Sword flew into the sky, and a wound a foot deep appeared between Ao Huang's fingers.

A drop of True Dragon blood, red and gold, dripped onto the ground of the battlefield. The dragon blood did not disperse, and stood in a perfect spherical shape like a bead, which was particularly magical.

"It hurts so much!" Ao Huang screamed. If it were any other monster or human, they would hesitate or avoid the sharp edge because of the pain, but Ao Huang not only did not retreat, but accelerated to fly towards Fang Yun.

Fang Yun nodded slightly. Ao Huang was indeed a genius of the Dragon Clan. This little injury was nothing to the Dragon Clan. As long as Ao Huang rushed in front of him, he would definitely lose.

However, a faint smile flashed across Fang Yun's mouth.

Ao Huang continued to rush forward, which required a major premise, that is, the Talent Ancient Sword could not return quickly after flying out.

Fang Yun would not create this premise for Ao Huang!

Under the amazing control of the second-level literary courage, the True Dragon Ancient Sword only flew a short distance, just three feet above Ao Huang, and suddenly turned around and stabbed Ao Huang's neck!

Ao Huang is a dragon, but even the claws of the Dragon Saint cannot grab his neck. This is a defect caused by the body structure of the dragon race.

"How can it be so fast!" Ao Huang roared, and his body immediately began to roll sideways rapidly. His quick reaction and agility were like dancing on a sword, forming a strange sense of violent beauty.

Even as the king of the sky and the sea, the speed of the dragon race also slowed down when rolling sideways, but Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword seemed to not know what slowing down was, and still chased Ao Huang at the speed of Wuming.

This time, the True Dragon Ancient Sword's target was the back of Ao Huang's head.

"Don't force this dragon to fight you!" Ao Huang roared, and had to retreat to avoid Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword, holding back a belly of anger. If it was a life-and-death battle, he could have resisted Fang Yun's attack and rushed forward, but not to mention that he would fail, even if he succeeded, he would be seriously injured, which would not be worth the loss.

Fang Yun retreated and distanced himself from Ao Huang, while controlling the True Dragon Ancient Sword to turn again, this time heading straight for Ao Huang's dragon claws, and it seemed that he was going to fight head-on.

"Then I will deal with your broken sword head-on!"

Ao Huang roared, and suddenly stretched out his two claws, his ten fingers like a cage locking the sky, shining with glazed light, grabbing Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.

Guo Zitong's heart jumped suddenly. Once Fang Yun's Talent Ancient Sword was caught, it meant that the battle was lost. Even if the True Dragon Ancient Sword had dragon scales on it, it could not withstand the fierce grabbing of the True Dragon's two claws.

Even if the wound on Ao Huang's left claw could not heal.

Seeing that Ao Huang was about to succeed, the True Dragon Ancient Sword passed through Ao Huang's wrists at an incredible speed, first passing over the dragon's mouth, cutting a hole on the upper and lower lips, and then rising up and hitting Ao Huang's dragon horn, making a crisp sound.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Two drops of dragon blood fell from the corners of Ao Huang's mouth, and the blood-like golden pearls rolled gently on the ground, leaving a faint mark.

Before Ao Huang finished shouting the three words of pain, the True Dragon Ancient Sword returned again.

A flash of fear flashed in Ao Huang's eyes. He originally thought that he was a real dragon, Dragon Marquis. He was superior to Fang Yun in terms of bloodline and demon status. Even if he was injured, he could heal quickly and not even a drop of dragon blood would be lost. Who knew Fang Yun? The power contained in the ancient True Dragon Sword was so strong that it reduced his self-healing ability to the lowest level, and the wound would never heal within three days.

Ao Huang thought to himself that it was lucky that he was a real dragon. If it were an ordinary dragon, the wound would have healed in three days and would not have enlarged.

Ao Huang's eyes flashed and he shouted: "I don't care about you anymore, I must hurt your True Dragon Ancient Sword first!"

While talking, Ao Huang repeatedly dodged the True Dragon Ancient Sword, neither flying towards Fang Yun nor retreating much.

With the powerful reaction ability of the dragon clan, Ao Huang can often turn danger into danger and prevent Fang Yun from hurting him. In the process of dodging, his eyes kept changing, as if he was thinking about something.

Guo Zitong opened his eyes and watched carefully. The front of him looked like an earthworm chasing a giant python, which was extremely weird. Afterwards, Guo Zitong stared carefully at Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.

"What a strong edge. Not only is there an edge inside, but it's also an edge on the outside. He must have used some amazing sword-pregnancy poems and edge-opening poems! Moreover, his dragon pattern is completely different from ours. It's not a virtual dragon pattern. , but a real dragon pattern, no different from the dragon pattern on the dragon bone. His literary courage... I am no more than that, his sword speed... is already equivalent to me when I first entered the bachelor's degree a few years ago, and the sword The power is far greater than that of ordinary Hanlin!"

Guo Zitong secretly judged in his heart and became more and more shocked.

However, the three-foot-long ancient dragon sword kept chasing Ao Huang and attacking. Although it never hurt Ao Huang, it occasionally passed by the dragon scales or horns.

Ao Huang kept dodging, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was burning like a flame, not decreasing but increasing.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword passed by the dragon's horn again, and was about to turn around and fall as usual. Ao Huang also turned sideways to avoid it as before, but the moment he turned sideways, the dragon's tail suddenly rose high, like a giant peak reaching into the sky, and then The ancient true dragon sword that hit Fang Yun.

The dragon's legs are short, but the dragon's body is long and bendable. This blow is the famous dragon tail swing of the dragon clan. The speed when it explodes is no less than the ancient sword of Wu Ming Cai Qi, and its power can even defeat the Holy Son Demon Commander. Easily smashed into a pulp, this is the Dragon Clan's most powerful killing move at close range.

Fang Yun's expression changed slightly. The power of the real dragon was too strong, and Ao Huang had been planning for a long time. The only result of his hasty attack was to hurt the ancient sword of the real dragon. There was no other way but to withdraw the sword.

Fang Yun immediately concentrated on it and used all his strength to control the True Dragon Ancient Sword to fly downward.

With a soft "bang" sound, Ao Huang's dragon tail hit the end of the hilt of the True Dragon Ancient Sword, causing the True Dragon Ancient Sword to suddenly accelerate and fall out of Ao Huang's attack range.

Fang Yunze's body trembled, Wen Bian moved slightly, and when he took a closer look, he saw that the dragon scales on the surface of the ancient sword were half cracked.

Fang Yun's Xindao Dragon Clan is indeed extraordinary. If the ancient sword of talent of an ordinary Holy Academy Scholar had been attacked like this, it would have been covered in bruises and might even break into pieces, completely losing its ability to speak and speak.

"Huh? The dragon scales formed by the sound of your sword are very powerful! Come again!" Ao Huang began to take the initiative, waving his dragon claws to attack Fang Yun's ancient dragon sword.

Fang Yun was at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, but he was not impatient and kept thinking in his mind. Ao Huang's dragon horns and claws were not afraid of the True Dragon Ancient Sword. The dragon's tail was also very hard and could not be penetrated by the True Dragon Ancient Sword. , but ordinary dragon scales elsewhere can never withstand the power of the True Dragon Ancient Sword.

"If you want to win against Ao Huang, you must give him a moderate degree of trauma, otherwise he will not admit defeat!"

Fang Yun thought and backed away.

Ao Huang kept praising himself proudly and said that Fang Yun was not worthy of his name.

Fang Yun was not fooled, Ao Huang was just talking nonsense, but he was obviously pretending to be so nagging during the battle. Just look at his eyes and you can see that not only did he not relax at all, but he might launch a fatal blow at any time.

One man and one dragon fought with their own motives. After a while, Fang Yun's steps suddenly became slightly sluggish, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. He immediately used his talent to forcefully evaporate the sweat.

Ao Huang continued to say other things, as if he didn't realize that Fang Yun's talent was running out.

After a while, the ancient sword of the real dragon once again passed Ao Huang's dragon mouth from bottom to top. This time Ao Huang seemed to be unable to dodge, and his mouth was scratched. Then he suddenly lowered his head due to pain, causing the dragon's horn to rub against the real dragon. The ancient sword made a harsh sound and formed little sparks, causing the speed of the True Dragon Ancient Sword to slow down.

Just when the speed of the True Dragon Ancient Sword dropped to the lowest, Ao Huang's dragon head suddenly sank, and the dragon's tail rose suddenly. He used the dragon tail swing again, and this time, both the strength and speed were faster than before. !

A whole tenth faster!

Completely surpassing Wu Ming Cai Qi Ancient Sword in speed.

The surface of the back half of the dragon body is filled with wind and thunder, as if it is carrying the power of God!