A sharp sword sound emanated from the True Dragon Ancient Sword. There were faint dragon roars and tiger howls in the sword sound, which was enough to scare ordinary demon generals or scholars. However, in Ao Huang's ears, this level of sword sound was not even noise.
Ao Huang cautiously swung his left claw towards Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword. Suddenly, the light of his left claw increased tenfold. 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 glazed light on his claws, and could not be considered a complete glazed dragon body, he already had a powerful prototype.
Guo Zitong's gaze then fell on Ao Huang's right claw. Unlike the open left claw, its right claw was slightly curled up. 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 secretly shook his head again, marveling at the fighting talent of the dragon clan. Ao Huang was born so shortly but already had such fighting instincts, which could never be compared to humans. Without more than ten years of life and death experience, it was impossible for humans to be better than dragons of the same rank.
The power of the dragon race mainly comes from their 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 at all fancy and flew straight towards Ao Huang.
Ao Huang made a quick judgment, and a cunning flashed in his eyes. As a member of the dragon clan, he should not only study the fighting methods of the dragon clan, 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, a dragon marquis is equivalent to a Hanlin, and Fang Yun is just a Jinshi.
"Humph, if Fang Yun wants to hurt me now, he must use a combo! Besides, 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 me, how can I be afraid of it!"
Fang Yun and Ao Huang's eyes met, and between the dragon and the man, it seemed as if thunder was appearing in the void, and their fighting spirit soared to the sky.
However, in an instant, Ao Huang's left claw met Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword. Ao Huang was about to use the dragon clan's secret method to shake the True Dragon Ancient Sword away, but was shocked to find that the True Dragon Ancient Sword did not attack his fingers, 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 swept over there with the power of "cutting" from the Nine Tongue Sword Techniques.
With a slight "hiss" sound, the Ancient Dragon Sword flew into the sky, and a wound one foot deep appeared between Ao Huang's fingers.
A drop of real dragon blood with red and gold colors dripped onto the ground of the literary battlefield. The dragon blood did not disperse, but stood in a perfect spherical shape like a bead, which was extremely magical.
"It hurts so much!" Ao Huang screamed. Any other monster or human would have hesitated or avoided the attack because of the pain, but Ao Huang not only did not retreat, but instead accelerated and flew towards Fang Yun.
Fang Yun nodded slightly. Ao Huang was indeed a genius of the dragon clan. This injury was nothing to the dragon clan. As long as Ao Huang rushed in front of him, he would definitely lose.
But. Then a faint smile flashed across Fang Yun's lips.
There is a major prerequisite for Ao Huang to continue to charge forward, that is, the ancient sword of talent cannot return quickly after flying out.
Fang Yun would not create this premise for Ao Huang!
Under the amazing control of the Second Realm Wendan, the True Dragon Ancient Sword only flew a short distance, just three feet above Ao Huang, and suddenly turned around and pierced Ao Huang's neck!
It is true that Ao Huang is a dragon, but even the Dragon Saint’s claws cannot grab the back of his neck. This is a defect caused by the dragon’s body structure.
"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 though they were the kings of the sky and the sea, the dragons' speed slowed down when they rolled over, but Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword seemed to have no idea what slowing down was, and it was still chasing Ao Huang at the speed of Wuming.
This time, the True Dragon Ancient Sword aimed at the back of Ao Huang's head.
"Don't force me to fight you!" Ao Huang roared, and had to retreat to avoid Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword, holding back his anger. If it was a life-and-death battle, he could completely resist Fang Yun's attack and rush forward, but not to mention that he would fail, even if he succeeded, he would be seriously injured, and the loss would outweigh the gain.
While Fang Yun was retreating to distance himself from Ao Huang, he controlled the True Dragon Ancient Sword to turn around again. This time he headed straight for Ao Huang's dragon claws, apparently intending to have a head-on battle.
"Then I will deal with your broken sword head-on!"
Ao Huang roared and suddenly stretched out two claws. His ten fingers were like a sky-locking cage, shining with glazed light, and grabbed Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.
Guo Zitong's heart skipped a beat. Once Fang Yun's Caiqi Ancient Sword was grabbed, it would mean that the battle was lost. Even if there were dragon scales on the Zhenlong Ancient Sword, it could not withstand the fierce claws of a real dragon.
Even though the wound on Ao Huang’s left claw could not heal.
Just as Ao Huang was about to succeed, the True Dragon Ancient Sword passed through Ao Huang's wrists at incredible speed, first passing over the dragon's mouth, cutting a hole on the upper lip and lower lip, then rising and hitting Ao Huang's dragon horn, making a crisp sound.
"It hurts, it hurts!" Two more drops of dragon blood fell from the corner of Ao Huang's mouth. The blood-golden pearl rolled gently on the ground, leaving a faint mark.
Before Ao Huang could finish shouting the word "pain", the True Dragon Ancient Sword returned again.
A hint of fear flashed in Ao Huang's eyes. He thought that he was a true dragon marquis, and that he was higher than Fang Yun in both bloodline and demon status. Even if he was injured, he could heal quickly without losing a drop of dragon blood. Who knew that the power contained in Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword was so strong that it reduced his self-healing ability to the lowest level. The wound would definitely not heal within three days.
Ao Huang thought that it was fortunate that he was a real dragon. If he was an ordinary dragon, the wound would be lucky if it did not expand, let alone heal in three days.
Ao Huang's eyes flashed and he shouted, "I don't care about you anymore. I must damage your True Dragon Ancient Sword first!"
While speaking, Ao Huang dodged the True Dragon Ancient Sword repeatedly. He neither flew towards Fang Yun nor retreated much.
Ao Huang relied on the dragon race's powerful reaction ability to often escape danger, making it impossible for Fang Yun to hurt him. While dodging, his eyes kept changing, as if he was thinking about something.
Guo Zitong stared at it carefully, it was like an earthworm chasing a giant python, it was very strange. Then, Guo Zitong stared at Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.
"What a strong edge, not only is it sharp inside, but also outside. He must have used some amazing sword-pregnancy and sword-opening poems! Moreover, his dragon pattern is completely different from ours. It is not a virtual dragon pattern, but a real dragon pattern, no different from the dragon pattern on the dragon bone. His literary talent... I am no better than him. His sword speed... is already equivalent to mine when I first entered the university a few years ago, and the power of his sword is far greater than that of an ordinary Hanlin!"
Guo Zitong judged secretly in his heart and became more and more shocked.
However, the three-foot-long True Dragon Ancient Sword kept chasing and attacking Ao Huang. Although it never hurt Ao Huang, it would occasionally pass over the dragon's scales or horns.
Ao Huang kept dodging, but the fighting spirit in his eyes burned like a flame, increasing instead of decreasing.
The True Dragon Ancient Sword once again swept past the dragon's horn and was about to turn around and fall as usual, and Ao Huang dodged sideways as before, but at the moment of turning sideways, the dragon's tail suddenly rose high up, like a giant peak piercing the sky, and then smashed towards Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.
The dragon's legs are short, but its body is long and flexible. This attack is the famous Dragon Tail Swing of the Dragon Clan. Its speed when it explodes is no less than that of the Wuming Caiqi Ancient Sword. Its force can easily smash the Holy Son Demon Marshal into meat paste. It is the strongest close-range killing move of the Dragon Clan.
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 would be to damage the Real Dragon Ancient Sword. He had no choice but to withdraw the sword.
Fang Yun immediately concentrated his attention and used all his strength to control the True Dragon Ancient Sword to fly downwards.
With a light "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, his literary courage moved slightly, and when he looked closely, he saw that the dragon scales on the surface of the Caiqi Ancient Sword were cracked in half.
Fang Yun thought that the dragon clan was indeed extraordinary. If the ancient sword of an ordinary scholar from the Holy Academy was attacked like this, it would have been covered with wounds, or even broken into pieces, completely losing its ability to speak.
"Huh? The dragon scales formed by the sound of your sword are very powerful! Come again!" Ao Huang took the initiative and waved his dragon claws to attack Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.
Fang Yun was at a disadvantage in momentum, but he remained calm and kept calculating in his mind. Ao Huang's dragon horns and claws were not afraid of the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and his dragon tail was also very hard and could not be pierced by the True Dragon Ancient Sword. However, ordinary dragon scales on other parts of the dragon could definitely not withstand the power of the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
"If you want to defeat Ao Huang, you must inflict a moderate degree of trauma on him, otherwise he won't admit defeat!"
Fang Yun retreated while thinking.
Ao Huang kept praising himself proudly and said that Fang Yun did not live up to his reputation.
Fang Yun was not fooled. Ao Huang was a chatterbox, but it was obvious that he was pretending to be so nagging during the battle. One could tell from his eyes that not only was he not letting down his guard, but he might launch a fatal attack at any time.
The man and the dragon fought with their own ulterior motives. After a while, Fang Yun's steps suddenly became a little weak and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. He immediately used his talent to force the sweat to evaporate.
Ao Huang continued to say other things, as if he hadn't noticed that Fang Yun's talent was running low.
After a while, the True Dragon Ancient Sword once again swept across Ao Huang's dragon mouth from bottom to top. This time, Ao Huang seemed unable to dodge and his mouth was cut. Then he suddenly lowered his head because of the pain, causing the dragon horn to rub against the True Dragon Ancient Sword, making a harsh sound and forming sparks, which reduced the speed of the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
Just when the speed of the True Dragon Ancient Sword dropped to the lowest, Ao Huang's dragon head suddenly sank, and the dragon tail suddenly rose, and he used the dragon's tail swing once again, and this time both the force and speed were faster than before!
The speed is a full ten percent faster!
It completely surpasses the Wuming Caiqi Ancient Sword in speed.
The back half of the dragon's body was covered with thunder and lightning, as if carrying the power of heaven! (To be continued...)