The dragon scales in front of Ao Guo emitted a vast and thick force, forming thousands of miles of light, like the water overturning the North Sea, turning into a life-threatening blow, killing Fang Yun.
Lei Wu tried his best to activate the power of the Jun Observatory. The power of the sky and the power of the king turned into his power, and his ancient sword and the power of the king exuded the majestic and imperial aura of a king. He was divided into counties and prefectures. It seems like he can tear anyone into pieces.
Two powerful forces attack Fang Yun. Peng Zaizhao's ancient sword Calamity directly takes the Leiwu Sword, and the true name of the Calamity Ancient Sword's first evil, "Fierce Short Fold," appears.
The death of a minor is bad, the death of less than twenty is short, and the death of an unmarried person is broken. The three forces of death merge into one and meet the power of Jun Observatory in an instant. No matter how strong Peng Zhaozhao is, he is still a Hanlin, and no matter how weak Lei Wu is, he is still a bachelor. , Jun Observatory's power defeated the ancient sword Calamity's real name in an instant, but its own power was also weakened by nearly half.
After that, a strange scene appeared. The armless Hanlin Peng Zaizhao's ancient sword Disaster turned into three swords in one. His speed increased sharply. After sideways avoiding Lei Wu's ancient sword King Quan, he struck thirty times in a row. Every blow of the sword tip hit the target. The side view of the ancient sword King Quan.
An instant later, Gujian Junquan made a sad sound and was forced to retreat.
Peng Zhaozhao, the number one swordsman in Hanlin, used his powerful skills and sword control ability to completely defeat the great scholar Lei Wu in the sword duel.
Later, Ao Huang and Zhang Poyue joined forces and barely blocked the attack of Dragon King Ao Guo.
"With this dragon here, you can't change Fang's luck at all!" Ao Huang shouted.
Suddenly, a black torrent appeared in front of him, condensing into a giant ax that seemed to be able to split the sky and split the sea. The light of the ax soared into the sky, slashing straight at Fang Yun, and instantly reached Fang Yun's head.
"A combined attack of monsters and barbarians! And it's led by the Ancestral God Clan!" Cai He shouted.
The reason why the demon barbarians were able to defeat the ancient demons was because of the combined attack technique. The combined attack technique led by the Ancestral God Clan was even more powerful and could be transformed into the shapes of various divine objects.
But at the moment when the giant ax was struck together, the dark yellow dragon transformed into the emperor's war poem took full shape.
This dragon looks similar to ordinary dragons. But the strange thing is that its eyes have no eyeballs at all, but a void that is constantly breaking and recovering, as if nothing in the world can exist in its eyes.
The dragon raised his head to look at the giant axe, and saw that the ax exploded into countless fragments and turned into a strong wind, only blowing up a corner of Fang Yun's clothes.
Now, not only Ao Huang, but also Dragon King Ao Guo and the two-headed dragon princes also recognized this dragon.
"Destroy Huanglong!" Ao Guo's voice trembled.
"Hmph!" A voice sounded as if it came from the ancient times, "This is a war poem about the emperor's killing of the heavens. But the emperor's energy is not enough, his literary talent is mediocre, and he is not worthy of becoming a soul!"
An invisible force came, carrying the power of the holy way, announcing the decree on behalf of heaven, like the power of heaven, like the destiny of the emperor, and fell on the broken yellow dragon.
"Ouch..." The little Destruction Huanglong, which was only one foot long, screamed, and the scales on its body exploded. Dark yellow blood flowed out and fell on the city wall.
The words of the Dragon Saint of the West Sea ended the way of transforming the little yellow dragon into a dragon!
All the people were stunned. The Dragon Saint of the West Sea actually took action himself!
Anyone who has read knows that what the Dragon Saint of the West Sea said is right. This poem lacks imperial energy and cannot be transformed into a dragon directly, and its literary talent is mediocre so it cannot be passed down to the world. Fang Yun obviously realized it in advance, so he wrote it with the blood of Ao Huang's true dragon. But no matter what, the majestic Dragon Saint of Xihai actually took action himself and used the position of Dragon Saint to suppress Fang's luck. Blocking the dragon transformation is a bit too much. It is almost like a king bullying a commoner.
Fang Yun frowned angrily, looked at the white shadow in the distance, and said with spring thunder: "Dragon Saint Ao Min, he failed to take what he had by force, colluded with demons and barbarians, killed Xu Saints of the clan, allies of the dragon clan, and used his own selfish desires to destroy the dragon clan. This soul shall be punished for its sins! It will be avenged on the day of sanctification!”
"This saint is waiting for you!" The huge white shadow in the distance slowly turned back, seemingly no longer caring about Fang Yun and Ning'an City.
Dragon King Ao Guo laughed and said: "His Majesty the Dragon Saint of the West Sea took it upon himself to destroy the Yellow Dragon, whose longevity energy was weakened, its dragon blood was exhausted, and it was bound to die. Let me see what you use to destroy the monsters and barbarians, and what you use to destroy me and Lei Wu."
Ao Huang opened his mouth and cursed: "Ao Min, you old turtle monster and old bastard! The Yellow Dragon of Destruction is the legendary dragon. Our Dragon Clan has never appeared. This time we finally appeared and were destroyed by you! Are you worthy of the Dragon Clan? Are you worthy of the ancestors? Dragon? Zulong left you the Holy Tooth, you are blind! Wait, old man, I will be the first to go to the West Sea Dragon Palace to compete with you for the Dragon Throne! I will force my Grandpa Dragon Saint to go to the West Sea Dragon Palace to settle the score with you, and seal you away from the West Sea Dragon Palace for three thousand years!"
The little yellow dragon was covered in blood and screamed at the Dragon Saint of the West Sea in the distance. His voice was like a baby, which made the people nearby feel extremely distressed.
If it cannot transform into a dragon or become a dragon soul, the dragon formed by the imperial poem will slowly dissipate between heaven and earth, waiting for the next similar imperial poem to condense. There were many imperial poems that formed dragon shadows back then, but in the end they failed in transforming into dragons.
The monsters in the distance are once again preparing to attack together.
I saw an Elephant Demon Hou from the Ancestral God Clan laughed wildly and said: "Kill the Void Saint Fang Yun, the Demon Clan Xiang Tu!"
Fang Yun looked at Xiao Huanglong who was aggrieved and angry, then raised his head and looked ahead, with murderous intent in his eyes, as if there was the light of a sword.
"I said you can transform into a dragon, you can transform into a dragon! The demon can't stop it, the Dragon King can't stop it, and the Dragon Saint can't stop it either! Since some people say that "Fu Ju" is more than enough in killing but not in literary talent, then add a poem that is full of literary talent. The imperial poem will help you transform into a dragon!" Fang Yun's voice is colder than the cold wind and more majestic than the mountains.
A holy page appeared, and Fang Yun once again took out a drop of holy blood and started writing words.
Picking mulberries, Double Ninth Festival.
Life is easy but it is hard to grow old. Every year there is a Double Ninth Festival. Now it is a Double Ninth Festival. The yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant.
Once a year, the autumn wind is strong, not like the spring scenery, but better than the spring scenery, and the vast river and sky are covered with frost.
This word was formed, and the shadow of a yellow dragon was swimming inside the holy page. The little yellow dragon howled in surprise, penetrated into the holy page, and became one with the dragon shadow inside.
This word is not a word of war, and cannot be a word of war for the emperor. However, the first sentence directly points to the limit of heaven and man, and a powerful breath suppresses all directions. The subsequent words "The yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant" make the idea of this word change greatly. Some poets The sentiments and heroic spirit of a warrior make the chrysanthemums between heaven and earth dyed with a different kind of magnificence.
"There is no murderous intent in the first half of this poem, but it was written on the battlefield. As the second half says, it is not like killing, but better than killing. It is like the boundless battlefield carrying the Yellow Dragon of Destruction! No wonder this poem can be integrated with the Yellow Dragon of Destruction!" Zhang Poyue was shocked! road.
"The autumn wind is strong, the frost is thousands of miles away, and the yellow flowers are exceptionally fragrant. There is no murderous intention or killing intent, but the imperial spirit hidden in it is ten times better than "Ode to Chrysanthemums"!"
"The change of luck is the best in all time!"
""Fu Ju" is full of killing, but it can only destroy one place. "Double Ninth" is full of heroic spirit, but it can destroy all dynasties! The combination of poetry and lyrics is the true destruction of the Yellow Dragon!"
"The first combination of poetry and words in eternity, Tenglong, was born!" Ao Huang was extremely happy.
"If we only talk about the intention, momentum and heroic spirit, this word can be called the first word for the Double Ninth Festival!"
Cai He immediately held the official seal and took a photo of the poem.
"Sure enough, his talent is four feet six inches, and his words can rule the country!"
"Ouch...".
(To be continued...)