Saint of the Confucian way

The fierce king only said three words. The body of the real dragon ancient sword suddenly accelerated, one sound, two sounds, three sounds... Until it reached five sounds, that is, five times the speed of sound, and its speed was much faster than that of ordinary Hanlin swords.

The fierce king's eyes were wide open. He was one of the four talents of the next generation. When he was in the Imperial Academy, the fastest speed of the sword was only a little more than five sounds. But Fang Yun had the sword of five sounds just after he was pregnant with the sword, which exceeded the Terran's understanding of the sword of words.

The flying speed of the sword depends on the material and power of the sword. The time and control of the sword from flying to the highest speed depends on the courage, while the flying stability of the sword depends on the conciseness of talent.

The faster the words, the stronger the talent sword sound.

During the flight of the real dragon ancient sword, dragon scales appear on the surface, covering all places except the blade!

"Run! Run! Run..." the fierce king shouted repeatedly, and the fine sweat burst out on his forehead. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun was not only pregnant with sword poetry and Kaifeng poetry, but also the quality of tongue sword itself was far higher than that of the children of all saints.

What scares the fierce king most is Fang Yun's unique talent sword sound!

The talent sword sound is a unique force formed after the lips and tongues reach a sound. For example, Lei Jiu's talent sword sound is "white frost", which originates from Han Jiao who is pregnant with the sword, while the fierce king's own talent sword sound is more vicious, which is "breaking blood". Once stabbing the enemy, the wound is not only difficult to heal, but also the bleeding will accelerate.

However, no matter how strong the talent ancient sword is, there is always a weakness, that is, the talent ancient sword is between virtual and real after all. It is too fragile. Once the demon man is willing to pay the price, it can easily hurt the talent ancient sword of the Terran, resulting in sword crack, failure and even complete collapse.

The power of the talented ancient sword does not depend on the lethality of the sword, but on how long it can last.

The fierce king never thought that Fang Yun's talent sword sound was an unprecedented "dragon scale". You don't have to think about it to know that the dragon scale has a strong protective ability, which completely makes up for the only weakness of the talent ancient sword.

When the fierce king didn't shout "run", Shiwu had made a judgment. Although the two real dragon ancient swords had the same power, they were close, and the imitation sword was far in front of Fang Yun.

The lion roared wildly. The long lion's mane on his neck was immediately full of blood and bright red. Then all the manes were broken and flew to Fang Yun's real dragon ancient sword. During the flight, the mane suddenly grew wildly and was woven into a large net layer by layer, covering Fang Yun's real Dragon ancient sword.

At the same time, the Fengshen wing on Shiwu's body flickered gently, making it far away from the real dragon ancient sword at a very fast speed.

The fierce king breathed a sigh of relief. The Holy Son at the level of lion arrogance will naturally try his best to learn the magic that weakens the strength of the human race. This magic is really powerful. It is supported by the strength of lion heart and demon evil. Even the five Ming real dragon ancient sword needs a few breath to get rid of it.

"How could..." the fierce gentleman suddenly looked at Fang Yun and muttered to himself, because the imitation sword of the real dragon ancient sword in front of Fang Yun disappeared!

A large number of talents poured into the eyes of the fierce king, making the fierce king's eyes extremely bright enough to see through any illusion. However, he didn't see anything, but saw a military book in front of Fang Yun.

The fierce king took a breath and suddenly thought that there was a terrible art of war that could make the real dragon ancient sword disappear silently.

"You took away my Han Xin's military book in the holy ruins! You killed my distraction!"

In the course of the fierce king's speech, Fang Yun's imitation of the real dragon ancient sword appeared behind Shiwu.

Build plank roads in the open and cross the Chencang in the dark.

The power of the art of war secretly lures Shiwu with the real dragon and ancient sword as bait, but the imitation sword secretly crosses Chencang and comes to Shiwu silently.

"Hiss..."

With one sword cut, the left hind leg, half hip and the left wing of Fengshen wing of Shiwu were cut off.

The lion lost his balance completely. He tilted his body, staggered and stood firm. He suddenly turned his head and aimed at the imitation sword of the real dragon ancient sword, which still wanted to continue to attack, so as to condense the strength of his whole body and form the roar of the lion's heart.

A lion's head ten feet high surrounded the lion's arrogance and roared up to the sky. The surging power of Qi and blood and demon evil turned into invisible waves and rushed forward.

Even Fang Yun's imitation of the real dragon ancient sword was extremely powerful, and it retreated rapidly like a small stone kicked by one foot. The ground in front suddenly exploded, resulting in a huge hole, and a large amount of dust flew forward.

With the roar of the lion's heart spreading outward, the sand on the ground fluctuated like waves and pushed in all directions.

Dust storms formed by a small amount of sand and soil spread everywhere like a wall of storms.

Those Qin Yin soldiers collapsed, and the long manhou general disappeared because of his long existence, except for the Ma manren transformed by the white horse hero.

The white horse hero rushed to Fang Yun for the first time, and then his body burst, but it offset 70% of his power.

Fang Yun clearly didn't face the roar of the lion's heart, and there was a white horse hero on the side dozens of feet away. The power of Jinshi to protect Wen Bao was broken like glass.

Fang Yun hurriedly released the power of courage. Some of the power was removed by the power of courage, but the other part penetrated the power of courage and fell on him.

Fang Yun only felt that a huge hammer hit him. He was black in front of his eyes, vomited blood in his mouth, flew out, left the Dragon gas cloud, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Fang Yun vomited another mouthful of blood and struggled to stand up. The baffle in front of him was made of metal, which had been twisted, and some of it even fell into the meat, and his clothes were broken inch by inch.

A lot of sand rolled and nearly buried Fang Yun.

"Sure enough, he is the son of the great sage." Fang Yun hurriedly let the Dragon Qi cloud fly to his feet and stood up to look around.

In front of Shiwang, a huge fan-shaped pit was formed, hundreds of feet long, and five feet deep. The local environment was completely destroyed.

Fang Yun is at the edge of the fan-shaped pit.

The fierce king was far away and couldn't attack Fang Yun. However, Shiwu not only used the roar of the lion's heart, which consumed blood, but also cut off half of his body, and finally lost his speed advantage.

The lion dragged his residual body and stepped on the Dragon Qi cloud to rush to Fang Yun. His eyes were scarlet and roared loudly: "what a sinister and cunning Fang Yun! You know your talent and ancient sword can't kill me, so you deliberately cut off my leg and hurt my Fengshen wing first. I lost my speed advantage. Even if you don't do it, it's enough to wait for AO Huang to kill me, right?"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "you're very smart as the ash left by sharpening your sword." after that, Fang Yun looked at the fierce king.

The fierce king was stiff. He finally understood why and where his uneasiness came from at the beginning. At the beginning, Fang Yun used the speed of Gujiao Hou and Shiwei to stay away from him, and then decisively used his star position. No matter whether he killed Shiwei or Gujiao Hou, he would use his talent and ancient sword to secretly cross Chencang to hit the other side.

As long as there are no two demons and no speed advantage, Fang Yun can easily chase and kill anyone with his powerful dragon Qi cloud.

The Dragon Qi cloud of the fierce king is less than a quarter of Fang Yun's, and the speed is different from heaven and earth.

The fierce king finally realized that Fang Yun had no intention to kill him since the beginning of the battle, because he didn't like Gu jiaohou or lion Wang to escape at high speed.

Now, as soon as Ao Huang arrives, the fierce king will die.

Fang Yun quickly picked up Gujiao Hou's drinking scallop and quickly retreated.

Different from the drinking Jiangbei of the demon man's son, the drinking Jiangbei of the ancient jiaohou is not damaged at all. Fang Yun has no power of Qi and blood of the demon family and can't open it. First put it aside, quickly take off the damaged clothes, simply deal with the injured body, and finally change into a spare lifting robe.

Fang Yun finally took a closer look at the injury and was more grateful to Dillo. If it weren't for Dillo, the roar of the lion's heart was enough to kill him. After all, it was the roar of the lion's heart, which contained the great holy power in the lion's blood.

Shiwu was badly hurt and had to rely on the movement of the Dragon Qi cloud to catch up with Fang Yun. Among all the demon barbarians who entered the Dragon platform in the past dynasties, the Dragon Qi cloud at Fang Yun's feet can be called the first, and Shiwu can't catch up at all.

Fang Yun looked at Shiwu from a distance. He had calculated that Shiwu would have a powerful way to protect his life, but he didn't expect to be strong enough to easily kill a Jinshi on the edge tens of feet away.

Two real dragon ancient swords came back as soon as they took off.

The imitation sword is damaged and may collapse at any time when it is hit by the roar of the lion's heart. The body of the real dragon ancient sword is only wound by the mane without damage.

The fierce king continued to approach by stepping on the Dragon Qi cloud. He stared at Fang Yun's two real dragon ancient swords. His heart was more murderous. Fang Yun calculated that the talent ancient swords might be damaged, so let the body be the bait and the imitation sword bear the strongest impact.

Fang Yun did not even look at the fierce king in the distance. He looked at the lion and said, "since you have consumed the art of saving your life, I will send you on the road!"

The imitation sword is broken and disappears.

Fang Yun was about to use the sword calling poem again, but he felt that the talent and courage in the literary palace were unstable. He realized that although the sword calling poem was strong, it had to consume a lot of talent and courage to form. Continuous use was too heavy on the pillar of talent and courage.

Fortunately, it is Fang Yun. If other Jinshi, they can only use sword calling poetry once in a battle at most.

Fang Yun didn't care. He looked at the real dragon ancient sword and formed a mysterious connection between his mind, courage and talent and the real dragon ancient sword.

The ancient sword is blaring and scaly. It strikes the lion without any fancy.

The lion was slightly stunned, and the right claw was slightly bent, as if kowtowing and thanking. Then, with a low roar, all the forces of the whole body, such as Qi and blood, demon ghost and ancestral spirit, were screwed together. A translucent crown appeared on his head, and the king's blood armor on his body once again emitted a blood penetrating light in gold.

At this time, the lion's arrogance restored the wildness and ferocity of the demon family. Inspired by the power of Qi and blood, he gradually became crazy. His mind began to be controlled by the fighting instinct and became a full ten demon warrior!

The lion waved his right claw and fiercely met the real dragon ancient sword.

When the lion's claws met the ancient sword, a lot of air waves burst out and made a strange roar.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yun's real dragon ancient sword seemed unable to withstand the power of the lion's claw and flew out.

However, neither the lion himself nor the fierce king in the distance had the slightest joy. The Terran Jinshi who watched with a thousand mile mirror in the distance cheered instead.

Sima he exclaimed, "what a terrible tongue and sword combo! Is this the strength of Erjing's courage and genius? In the blink of an eye, there were at least ten combos! Among us, seven combos at most?"

Kong Detian said, "you're wrong. Fang Yun just hit at least twelve in the blink of an eye!"

Ao Huang threw his mouth and said, "it's fourteen strikes!"

As soon as Ao Huang's voice fell, the lion's right claw and half of his leg burst open.