"boom!"
The hundred-foot-long spear slammed heavily into the city wall of Yumen Pass, causing a violent explosion with sparks flying everywhere. The entire Yumen Pass shook violently and tiny cracks appeared on the walls.
Qu Hange smiled calmly and said, "I have to say that this "Liangzhou Ci" is the strongest Jinshi defensive war poem in ancient and modern times. I admire it."
"Same here, there are 360,000 soldiers here, and you only used 30,000 to crack my defensive war poem. This kind of power has already surpassed the rank of Jinshi!"
Fang Yun dipped the brush in ink, but did not write immediately. Instead, he released his talent to attract the vitality of heaven and earth. Only in this way could he complete the next war poem quickly.
As soon as Fang Yun opened his mouth, two real dragon ancient swords flew out, and the verbal sparring did not require the vitality of heaven and earth.
The True Dragon Ancient Sword was seen slashing at the archers and cavalry team respectively.
"I knew you would do this! Block it!"
As soon as Qu Hange finished speaking, a total of sixty teams suddenly disappeared from their original places and appeared around the two True Dragon Ancient Swords. A total of sixty thousand people connected together to form a white beam of light that shot up into the sky, trapping the two True Dragon Ancient Swords.
However, Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword was too powerful, and Fang Yun's sword-controlling skills were also extremely strong. The two swords suddenly took turns to hit a certain part of the light column, creating a crack in the blink of an eye.
Qu Hange showed a slight surprise on his face. He had not expected Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword to be so powerful. Just as he was about to use the extremely energy-consuming "Break", a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Merge!"
Then 60,000 soldiers appeared and joined forces with the previous 60,000 soldiers to besiege the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
The white beam of light surrounding the Ancient Dragon Sword became brighter, suppressing the Ancient Dragon Sword's original six-ring speed to four-ring.
Fang Yun continued to control the sword, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword continuously attacked the weak points of the light column.
"It is worthy of being a talented ancient sword blessed by the true blood of the Ancestral Dragon." Qu Hange sighed softly. The True Dragon Ancient Sword was really too powerful. These chess pieces could not stop the two evil creatures at all.
"Break!"
Another 60,000 soldiers appeared, joining the previous 160,000 to form an army of 180,000, standing between Fang Yun and the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
An invisible force appeared in the dark, completely cutting off the connection between Fang Yun and the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
The two ancient dragon swords stopped in mid-air, and no matter how Fang Yun used his literary power, they remained motionless.
A vicious look appeared in Qu Hange's eyes, and he said sternly: "I will destroy your True Dragon Ancient Sword today, so that you will remember my name Qu Hange, and let your Fang family and the people of Jing remember the power of my Qing country!"
The scholars from various countries on the upper observation platform were originally discussing in low voices while watching the literary battle, but when they saw this, they all shut their mouths in shock.
Qu Hange had clearly cut off the connection between Fang Yun and the Ancient Dragon Sword, and would soon win, so there was no need to destroy the Ancient Dragon Sword.
Once Qu Hange destroyed the True Dragon Ancient Sword, Fang Yun's literary courage would certainly be damaged. At the very least, it would take more than ten years to repair the True Dragon Ancient Sword. At the worst, he would completely lose his ability to speak and his literary courage would never recover.
Fang Yun had previously fought against nine people, but only injured one person. He did not intentionally rely on the power of the Ancient Dragon Sword to destroy the opponent's Ancient Dragon Sword.
The people of Jing were already worried about Fang Yun, and seeing this, they never expected Qu Hange to be so despicable, and they could no longer hold back and began to curse.
"Qu Hange, you old bastard, I should have cut you into pieces back then!" Zhang Poyue was so angry that his beard was shaking.
"If you defeat Fang Yun, I will respect your strength, but you clearly have the upper hand and you don't need to destroy the sword to win. But you chose to destroy the Sword of Xu Sheng. You are simply making an enemy of my Jing Kingdom and the entire human race! Bastard!" He Ludong gritted his teeth.
"If you destroy the sword, the scholars of Jing country will retaliate a hundredfold!" Chen Jing shouted. At this moment, even if he was a child of a noble family, he could not control it.
"Qu Hange. I'll fuck your mother!"
Ao Huang finally exploded. He hadn't said a word from beginning to end because he had an agreement with Fang Yun and was afraid of making a mistake and being disliked by Fang Yun. But now he couldn't help it. The True Dragon Ancient Sword was named by him, Prince Huang, himself.
However, Qu Hange could not hear the cursing from the people of Jing State as he was on the literary battlefield.
Many people in Qing were disgusted by the insults from the people of Jing, but no one responded because although they hoped that Qing would win, they did not want the verbal battle of the great human race's Virtual Saint to be ruined.
When there is no verbal sparring, ordinary scholars and juren of the human race are at a complete disadvantage when facing demon soldiers and generals. Although the top geniuses among the human race are strong, they will definitely be defeated when encountering the top geniuses among the demon race.
However, with the power of verbal sparring, ordinary scholars of the human race can fight against ordinary demon commanders, instead of being completely unable to compete. Especially the geniuses among the human race, they can already fight against the top geniuses among the demons with the power of verbal sparring.
Verbal sparring is a power that can grow, and even at the level of a saint it is still one of the main means of attack.
Destroying the True Dragon Ancient Sword is equivalent to destroying nearly half of Fang Yun’s strength.
Qing Jun suddenly shouted, "Qu Hange, how can you do this! Give up now!"
The people of Jing were stunned and couldn't help cursing in their hearts. This Qing Jun was so disgusting. He was obviously very happy in his heart and knew that Qu Hange couldn't hear it, but he pretended to be happy in order to avoid being criticized by thousands of people and condemned by historians. It was disgusting.
"Qing Jun!" Ao Huang's eyes were red as he glared at Qing Jun.
Qing Jun remained calm, pretending to be puzzled, and asked, "What do you want, Prince Huang?"
"I'm going to fuck your mother too!" Ao Huang cursed again.
Qingjun's face turned purple instantly.
He is a dignified monarch. There are only ten countries in the entire human race. In terms of honorary status, the monarchs of the ten countries are only below the living virtual saints. The status of those deceased virtual saints cannot compare with the current monarchs of the ten countries.
The royal families of the ten countries are themselves the most powerful families, and the wealth of the royal families of each country exceeds that of the most declining semi-saint families.
In front of all the people from the ten countries, the king of Qing was insulted like this. If Ao Huang was a scholar, he would have been arrested directly from the Hall of Rites.
Many scholars in the country were not happy with the sarcasm on their faces. This incident probably would not be recorded in the official history, and even if it was, it would be glossed over. However, the unofficial history would certainly record it heavily, enough to make this laughing stock spread for a long time.
It's really interesting that a king of a country can't talk back when being scolded.
"How disgraceful!" Zong Wuyuan scolded Ao Huang angrily.
Ao Huang snorted coldly, rolled his eyes at Zong Wuyuan with an agreeable look, then sat cross-legged on the seat and continued to look at the literary battlefield.
The mist butterfly kept flying around Fang Yun's shoulders, flapping its wings vigorously, seeming to be full of anger.
Mo Nu hit the inkstone hard with her little fist, feeling so angry that her teeth were itching.
Even Yangui, who had been trying to escape, looked at Qu Hange unhappily.
Fang Yun held the pen in his right hand and clenched it tightly with his left hand. He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Qu Hange with a gaze colder than the winter wind in the Shihan Ancient Land.
Fang Yun gritted his teeth and said slowly, "Mr. Qu, are you serious?"
Qu Han Ge was very happy to see Fang Yun so angry. He laughed and said, "Of course I am destroying your sword to avenge you for insulting me! I want you to see with your own eyes how I destroy your True Dragon Ancient Sword, and let all of you Qing people know that Xiangzhou belongs to my Qing country, and the entire Jing country will also belong to my Qing country in the future! Jing country can only look up to my Qing country forever!" (To be continued...)