The offensive of the demon army slowed down instantly, until they realized that the Ancient Dragon Sword was no longer releasing power, and then they charged again.
The Wumiao Wentai behind Fang Yun has always existed. All the soldiers have been strengthened by the power of Jiang Ziya and Li Guang. It is difficult for the barbarians on the four sides of the city walls to gather on the city walls as quickly as before, and they often die before they can gather on a large scale.
The entire army was strengthened again under the power of Wumiao Wentai and Chen Sheng, but the strength of the barbarians remained unchanged.
The barbarian kings in front looked at Fang Yun's ancient dragon sword, most of them were surprised and doubtful. Everyone knew how powerful Fang Yun was. He was a fierce man who dared to cut off the inheritance of the Dragon Saint. Compared with him, the previous fierce king could only fight among himself, and it was a fight at the level of children playing house.
The one hundred Barbarian Kings looked at each other. From the newly promoted Barbarian King to the peak Barbarian King, no one was willing to take the first step.
"I heard that this sword of words is very powerful. It is said that it killed the Dragon King with one sword on the Yangtze River!" said a horse barbarian king in a trembling voice.
“You can tell it’s impossible even if you think about it! It was the projection of the Guantian Mirror that killed the Jiao Emperor, not his True Dragon Ancient Sword! If the True Dragon Ancient Sword could kill the Jiao Emperor, we would have been wiped out long ago.”
"Then... what if he uses the Sky Mirror to project?"
"We have the Heaven Burning Furnace. If your Majesty's incarnation uses the Heaven Burning Furnace, its power will be much stronger than that of the Barbarian Emperor, and he will not be afraid of the Heaven Observing Mirror."
"But he is already the Lord of the Yangtze River, and he is already a peak university scholar. When he was not yet at the peak, he killed many demon kings in Liangjie Mountain."
"That time he used all his strength, and also used the instantaneous literary mind that can only be used once to embarrass people. In addition, it was his first time writing, and there was the legendary vision of golden voice and jade resounding, so it was naturally powerful. Poetry visions are rare, and I don't believe that he has one."
"Yes, that's right. He is now in command of the human army. It is impossible for him to unleash the full power of the True Dragon Ancient Sword."
"Who's going?"
All one hundred barbarian kings fell silent.
At this moment, a big barbarian king in the back cursed: "Waste! As timid as a rat demon! I'll give you ten breaths of time. If you still don't dare to make a move after ten breaths, I'll kill you all!"
The one hundred barbarian kings trembled with fear and looked at each other, still hesitating.
At this moment, the barbarian kings on the other three sides of the city walls had already started fighting. They not only used sorcery, but also tried to occupy the city walls. The battle was very fierce.
A wolf barbarian king said, "I will go first, and those who have the guts can follow me. I don't believe that his True Dragon Ancient Sword can really stop us, the Hundred Kings, from coming out together!"
After saying this, a huge wolf claw statue appeared behind the Wolf King, and it aimed at Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword and launched the most powerful attack the Wolf King could master, the Holy Image Strike.
Even the sharp words of a great scholar would be shattered if hit by the attack of the saint.
Just as the huge wolf claw was about to hit the Ancient Dragon Sword, the Ancient Dragon Sword actually sank at a speed faster than the wolf claw, and then cut upwards diagonally.
An ear-piercing sound was heard, and the Ancient Dragon Sword actually cut a hole in the Holy Image's attack as if it were cutting gold and iron, then flew out along the hole and went straight to the Wolf King.
The one hundred barbarian kings were all stunned. The Saint Image's Strike was not a physical object, but a tangible and intangible force formed by the qi and blood and the power of one's own bloodline. To cut through the Saint Image's Strike meant that the level of power possessed by Fang Yun was far above that of the barbarian kings. Not to mention ordinary Confucian scholars, even Confucian scholars who had reached the level of pacifying the world might not be able to do it. Only Wen Zong could do it with his exquisite power.
Many barbarian kings could not understand it at all.
The Wolf King who used the Holy Strike did not need to understand, because when the True Dragon Ancient Sword came, he just instinctively took a half step back and had his head cut off by the sword.
The first barbarian king died in battle.
The other ninety-nine barbarian kings retreated together, terrified.
The sword was too fast, so fast that all the Barbarian Kings could only barely catch its trajectory but could not dodge it at all.
This means that in front of the True Dragon Ancient Sword, all the Barbarian Kings present can only be slaughtered.
It was not until this time that the Wolf King's Holy Strike landed on the ground.
"not good… "
Many barbarian kings looked down, but it was too late.
boom!
The Holy Wolf's claws fell to the ground, the ground cracked, dust flew, and a terrifying blood-red light swept in all directions.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a huge pit with a diameter of one hundred feet appeared on the ground, and all the barbarians within a radius of two hundred feet were killed. There was not even a corpse of the barbarians within a hundred feet. They were all turned into dust by the terrifying force.
More than 10,000 barbarians were killed by their own people.
"Too strong..." Zhang Poyue muttered to himself.
Many scholars who were observing Fang Yun were terrified, and many were thinking, what would they do if Fang used this sword against them
die.
The great scholars on the Yun Tower were usually extremely calm, but now many of them looked frightened.
"This sword... I am ashamed, ashamed. I will never be able to use it. Whether it is flying speed, force conversion or control accuracy, it is completely inferior. I sigh, I sigh." Zhou Junhu smiled bitterly.
Jiang Hechuan said: "This sword itself is indeed very powerful, and I can barely use it. What really makes me curious is how he found the weakness of the Saint's Strike? I have touched the Saint's Way, but I can't see it. Only by releasing the power of the family, country and the world can it be done. Fang Yun has not yet become a great scholar, so naturally he cannot control the family, country and the world."
"Probably, he did it entirely by his own strength."
"If that's the case, even a great scholar like me would be terrified. A true dragon slaughters a barbarian like a butcher cutting up an ox. It's almost at the pinnacle of verbal sparring. If it goes one step further, it could reach the realm of the holy sword."
"Fang Xusheng is growing really fast. It seems that he has made great gains in the Ten Cold Ancient Land, Jiaosheng Palace or Blood Mang Realm. Otherwise, with the body and realm of the Grand Scholar, it would be impossible for him to capture the weakness of the Saint Image Strike."
At this moment, a huge wolf claw fell among the ninety-nine barbarian kings.
"waste!"
puff…
Eleven Barbarian Kings were beaten into paste, and the rest were scared and retreated in all directions like mice whose nests were dug out.
"If you don't kill Fang Yun, I will kill you all!"
The eighty-eight barbarian kings looked helplessly at the big barbarian king who committed the murder. He was Lang Lie, the son of Lang Yuan, and liked to be called the little prince.
Lang Lie's talent is even higher than Lang Yuan's. At a young age, he is already a great barbarian king. He has also crossed eight dragon gates and even received personal instruction from Lang Lu. He is already the designated successor to Lang Yuan.
"Young prince, please calm down and let us think of a foolproof solution."
"I'll give you a hundred breaths. If you still don't take action, I'll kill another group!"
The eighty-eight barbarian kings hurriedly gathered together and discussed for a moment. Eight of them suddenly rushed in all directions and launched the strongest Holy Image attack at the same time.
The True Dragon Ancient Sword was suspended in the air. At this moment, a holy attack came from the front, left, right, top and bottom of it.
The eighth level of power meant that even if the Ancient Dragon Sword could cut off one or two Holy Image attacks, it would still be hit by the remaining Holy Image attacks.
Absolute numbers and absolute strength, this is the most effective way for Yaoman to defeat the enemy.
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