The evil king only said three words, and the body of the True Dragon Ancient Sword suddenly accelerated, ringing once, twice, three times... until it reached five times the speed of sound, which was five times the speed of sound. Its speed was far faster than the verbal battles of ordinary Hanlin.
Xiong Jun's eyes widened. He was one of the candidates for the next four talents. When he was in Hanlin Academy, the fastest speed of verbal sparring was only a little more than five rings. However, Fang Yun had the Five-Ming Sword just after he successfully conceived the sword. This was beyond the human race's understanding of verbal sparring.
The flying speed of the sword depends on its material and power, the time and control of the sword from flying to the maximum speed depends on the literary talent, and the stability of the sword's flight depends on the degree of concentration of talent.
The faster the verbal sparring, the stronger the sound of the sword will be.
As the True Dragon Ancient Sword was flying, dragon scales appeared on its surface, covering every part of the sword except the blade!
"Run! Run! Run..." The evil king shouted repeatedly, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He didn't expect that Fang Yun was not only good at sword-pregnancy poetry and sword-opening poetry, but the quality of his tongue sword itself was far superior to that of the children of the saintly families.
What frightened the evil king the most was Fang Yun’s unique and talented sword sound!
The sword sound of talent is a unique power formed after the verbal battle reaches a climax. For example, Lei Jiu's sword sound of talent is "white frost", which comes from the cold dragon that pregnant with the sword. The sword sound of Xiong Jun's own talent is even more vicious, which is "breaking 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 powerful the Ancient Sword of Talent is, it always has a weakness, that is, the Ancient Sword of Talent is ultimately between reality and illusion and is too fragile. Once the monsters 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 become ineffective or even completely shattered.
The power of the Talent Ancient Sword does not depend on the sword's lethality, but on how long it can last.
Xiong Jun never expected that Fang Yun's sword sound of talent was 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 the Evil King shouted "run", Shi Wang had already made a judgment. Although the two real dragon ancient swords had the same power, the original ones were closer, while the imitation swords were far away from Fang Yun.
The lion roared loudly, and the long lion mane on its neck was immediately filled with blood, bright red, and then all the mane broke off and flew towards Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword. During the flight, the mane suddenly grew wildly, weaving into layers of large nets, covering Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.
At the same time, the Wind God Wings on Shi Wang's body flashed gently, allowing it to move away from the True Dragon Ancient Sword at an extremely fast speed.
The Evil Lord breathed a sigh of relief. A saint of Shiwang's level would naturally try his best to learn the magic that could weaken the power of the human race. This magic was indeed powerful. With the support of the power of Lion Heart, Demon Evil and others, even Wuming's Ancient Dragon Sword would take several 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 the eyes of the evil king, making his eyes extremely bright, enough to see through any illusion, but he saw nothing, only a book of military tactics appeared in front of Fang Yun.
The evil king took a deep breath and suddenly thought that there was indeed an extremely terrifying military method that could make the True Dragon Ancient Sword disappear silently.
"You actually stole the Han Xin Military Manual from me in the Holy Ruins! It turned out that you killed my clone!"
While the Evil Lord was speaking, a replica of Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword appeared behind Shi Wang.
Repair the plank road openly and cross Chencang secretly.
The power of the military strategy of sneaking into Chencang used the real dragon ancient sword as bait to lure Shiwang, but the imitation sword sneaked into Chencang and came to Shiwang silently.
"Tsk..."
With one strike of the sword, Shiwang's left hind leg, half of his hip, and Fengshenyi's left wing were cut off.
Shi Wang completely lost his balance, his body tilted, he staggered to his feet, turned his head abruptly, aimed at the imitation sword 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-tall lion head surrounded Shi Wang, and it roared towards the sky. The surging blood and energy and evil spirits turned into invisible sound waves and rushed forward.
Even though Fang Yun's replica of the True Dragon Ancient Sword was extremely powerful, it quickly retreated like a pebble kicked away, and the ground in front of it suddenly exploded, creating a huge hole, and a large amount of dust flew forward.
As the Lionheart's Roar spread outward, the sand and gravel on the ground undulated like waves and pushed in all directions.
A sandstorm formed by a small amount of sand spread everywhere like a wall of storm.
The bodies of those Qinyin soldiers collapsed, and General Longmanhou disappeared because he existed for too long. Only the horse barbarians transformed by the White Horse Hero were still there.
The White Horse Knight 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 Lionheart's Roar directly, and there was a White Horse Knight resisting on the side dozens of feet away, but the power of the Jinshi to protect Wen Bao was shattered like glass.
Fang Yun hurriedly released the power of Wen Dan. Part of the power was removed by the power of Wen Dan, but the other part penetrated the power of Wen Dan 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. He left the dragon energy cloud and finally fell heavily to the ground.
Fang Yun spat out another mouthful of blood and stood up with difficulty. The baffle in front of him was made of metal and was twisted. A part of it even sank into the flesh, and his clothes were torn into pieces.
A large amount of sand and soil rolled over and almost buried Fang Yun.
"Indeed, he is the son of the Great Sage." Fang Yun hurriedly let the dragon energy cloud fly to his feet, stood up and looked around.
In front of Shi Wang, a huge fan-shaped pit was formed, hundreds of feet long and five feet deep at its deepest. The local environment was completely destroyed.
Fang Yun was right at the edge of the fan-shaped pit.
The Evil King was very far away and could not attack Fang Yun. Not only did Shi Wang use the Lionheart Roar, which consumed a lot of energy and blood, but half of his body was chopped off, and his speed advantage was finally lost.
The lion dragged its broken body and rushed towards Fang Yun on the dragon cloud. Its eyes were bloodshot and it roared loudly: "What a sinister and cunning Fang Yun! You knew that your Caiqi Ancient Sword could not kill me with one strike, so you deliberately cut off my legs and injured my Wind God Wings. I have lost my speed advantage. Even if you don't make a move, it will be enough for Ao Huang and the others to come and kill me, right?"
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "For the ash left over from sharpening the sword, you are quite smart." After saying that, Fang Yun looked at the evil king.
The evil king's whole body stiffened, 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 king's star position. No matter whether he killed Shi Wang or Gu Jiao Hou, he would use the talent ancient sword to cooperate with the secret crossing of Chencang to severely injure the other party.
As long as the two monsters are gone and he loses his speed advantage, it will be easy for Fang Yun to chase and kill anyone with his powerful dragon energy cloud.
The dragon energy cloud of Xiong Jun is less than a quarter of Fang Yun's, and the speed is even more different.
Xiong Jun 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 arrives, the evil king will surely die.
Fang Yun quickly picked up Gu Jiaohou's Yinjiangbei and quickly retreated.
Unlike the Drinking River Shell of the Demon Barbarian Saint, the Drinking River Shell of the Ancient Dragon Marquis was not damaged at all. Fang Yun did not have the Qi and Blood Power of the Demon Clan, so he could not open it. He put it aside first and quickly took off the damaged clothes. He simply treated the injured body and finally put on the spare Juren robe.
Fang Yun took a closer look at the injury and felt even more grateful to Di Luo. If it weren't for Di Luo, Shi Wang's Lionheart Roar would have been enough to kill him. After all, it was the Lionheart Roar, which contained the great sage power in Shi Wang's bloodline.
Shi Wang was severely injured and could only rely on the dragon energy cloud to move and catch up with Fang Yun. Among all the demon barbarians who entered the Dragon Platform in the past, the dragon energy 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 afar. He had expected Shi Wang to have a powerful way to save his life, but he did not expect that he was so powerful that he could easily kill a Jinshi from the edge dozens of feet away.
The two ancient dragon swords flew back together.
The imitation sword had suffered a direct blow from the Lionheart's Roar and was already badly damaged and could collapse at any time, while the real dragon ancient sword was only entangled in the mane and was completely unharmed.
The evil king continued to approach on the cloud of dragon energy. He stared at Fang Yun's two real dragon ancient swords, and his murderous intent became stronger. Fang Yun had calculated that the Caiqi ancient sword might be damaged, so he used the original sword as bait and the imitation sword bore the strongest impact.
Fang Yun didn't even look at the fierce king in the distance, he looked at Shi Wang and said: "Since you have used up your life-saving skills, I will send you on your way!"
The imitation sword shattered and disappeared.
Fang Yun was about to use the Sword Summoning Poem once again, but he felt that the talent and literary courage in the Wen Palace were unstable. He realized that although the Sword Summoning Poem was powerful, it would ultimately consume a large amount of talent and literary courage to form. Continuous use would put too much of a burden on the talent and literary courage.
Fortunately, it was Fang Yun. If it was any other Jinshi, he could only use the sword-summoning poem once in a battle.
Fang Yun didn't care at all. He stared at the True Dragon Ancient Sword. A mysterious connection was formed between his divine consciousness, literary courage and talent and the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
The ancient sword rang loudly, scales grew on the sword body, and it struck the lion directly without any fancy moves.
Shi Wang was slightly stunned, and his right paw slightly bent, as if he was kowtowing in gratitude. Then, he let out a low roar, and all the power of his blood, evil spirits, and ancestral spirits were twisted together. A translucent crown appeared on his head, and the king's blood armor 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 stimulation of the power of qi and blood, he gradually became crazy. His mind began to be controlled by the fighting instinct, and he became a full-fledged demon warrior!
The lion swung out his right claw and rushed towards the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
When the lion's claw met the ancient sword, a large amount of air waves exploded, emitting a strange roar.
In just a blink of an eye, Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword seemed unable to withstand the power of the lion's claws and flew backwards.
However, neither Shiwang himself nor the evil king in the distance felt the slightest bit of joy. Instead, the human scholar who was watching through a telescope from a distance cheered in ecstasy.
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 carried out! Among us, the most we can do is seven in a blink of an eye, right?"
Kong Detian said, "You are mistaken. Fang Yun just carried out at least twelve strikes in the blink of an eye!"
Ao Huang curled his lips and said, "It's fourteen strikes!"
As soon as Ao Huang finished speaking, Shi Wang's right claw and half of his leg exploded with a snap. (To be continued...)