The attacks of the eight Saint Aspects fell layer by layer. At that moment, the time around the True Dragon Sword seemed to have stopped flowing. The space seemed to have turned into nothingness. It was as if all power would be destroyed by the eight Saint Aspects.
Many scholars on the cloud tower exclaimed. At this time, they could kill the Barbarian Kings, but they couldn't save the True Dragon Sword from the attack of the eight Saint Aspects.
The attack of the eight Saint Aspects was close to the attack of the Great Barbarian King's Divine Aspect. It was a power that even the Emperors didn't want to resist.
Once the True Dragon Sword was broken, Fang Yun's courage would be severely injured.
Mount Liu and the others smiled faintly.
The Barbarian Kings in the distance also began to smile.
Now, only Guan Hai's clone could save Fang Yun. But once Chen Guanhai broke the Star Barrier, Lang Lu's clone would take the opportunity to kill Guan Hai's clone.
Niu Shan tried his best to save him, but it was too late.
In front of the smiles of the Barbarian Kings, the True Dragon Sword suddenly grew bigger.
The Golden Dragon Shadow wrapped around the True Dragon Sword instantly expanded to a mile long. The True Dragon Sword inside also grew to a mile long.
The Giant Spirit Sea Patrol, the secret method of the Dragons, was on the sword.
The attack of the eight Saint Aspects landed solidly on the Golden Dragon Phantom outside the True Dragon Ancient Sword. Eight loud bangs sounded almost at the same time. Blood Qi filled the air, and the Golden Dragon's body collapsed, exploding into countless golden lights that splashed in all directions.
At this moment, all the demons and barbarians laughed. Even though he was in the Illusionary Divine stage, he was still a scholar. No matter how powerful the True Dragon Sword was, it was still a sword created by the scholar and not something as powerful as the Dragon's Might Battle Body.
However, the attack of the eight Saint Aspects only shattered the True Dragon Shadow.
In the brilliant golden light, the True Dragon Sword moved.
From afar, the True Dragon Sword swept across at a speed invisible to the naked eye. But for the 88 Barbarian Kings nearby, the sword was so fast because they didn't seem to react. But it was so slow. The simple horizontal slash seemed to have taken a lifetime.
In the darkness of the night, in front of the two armies, the giant swords slashed horizontally. With a flash of golden light, it was as if day and night were divided into white and black, surging in all directions. All eighty-eight Barbarian Kings were cut into two. Then, the two halves of their bodies melted like candles in the fire. Their flesh and blood fell from the sky and smashed onto the Demon Barbarian soldiers below.
Everyone who saw this scene felt that the battlefield was completely silent. It was as if they had lost their hearing.
The might of this True Dragon Ancient Sword exceeded everyone's imagination.
Mount Liu was dumbfounded.
More than half of the barbarian kings on the other three walls were frightened and retreated. Some of them were distracted and were quickly killed by the Grand Scholars.
On the cloud tower, Tian Songshi sighed softly and said, "The seven dragon patterns are indeed worthy of their reputation. Using the Grand Scholar's sword to withstand the attack of the eight saint images, the sword was not damaged at all. Even among the great Confucians of the human race, there are few who can match him. "
"A single sword strike that split open the heavens and severed the vitality of nearly a hundred Barbarian Kings. After they died, their corpses were like mud. This strength is sufficient to go against the new Great Barbarian King."
"What a powerful sword strike. Back then, Fang Xusheng used this Giant Spirit Sea Patrolling Art to kill many demons in Moyao Mountain. The Grand Scholars of Gyeongo were helpless against him. Now, it seems that he is even stronger than before. "
Kang Ha-chuan was close to Wen Zong. He said, "This sword strike contains some of the power of the Jiao Saint Palace. The vast power contained in the sweep is similar to the Yangtze River."
"He has already become the master of the Yangtze River. Naturally, he has comprehended some of the power of the Yangtze River. It is very normal to use it in the sword. Apart from a few people who specialize in verbal battles, only the great scholars can comprehend the Sword of Great Momentum. As the master of the three lands, Fang Yun will probably be able to comprehend the Sword of Great Momentum soon after becoming a great Confucian. "
"Champion of the Three Armies!"
In the sky, between the Star Walls, Guan Hai's incarnation and Lang Lu's incarnation slowly raised their heads after seeing this sword strike.
Lang Lu suddenly sighed softly and said, "Allowing Fang Yun to grow may be the greatest failure of the demon world. What do you think will happen if I kill him? "
Guan Hai's incarnation still looked kind and said slowly, "If you do not sacrifice yourself, you may have a chance to kill him."
Lang Lu was silent.
Apart from Bing Barbarian Saint, no demon Half-saint would sacrifice themselves to kill a Grand Scholar or Confucian.
It was not that they did not want to, but that their Saint Paths did not allow it.
When a demon saint admitted that his life was not as important as a Grand Scholar, his Saint Path would begin to collapse.
"Perhaps Bensei can kill him without sacrificing himself!" Lang Lu stared into Guan Hai's eyes. His silver wolf fur fluttered.
"First, you have to kill all the human saints." Guan Hai's incarnation looked indifferent.
"Then I will kill you first!" Lang Lu's eyes widened. His body suddenly shone with silver light. In an instant, he turned into a silver light and charged at Guan Hai's incarnation.
Many people below were observing the two Half-saint incarnations. At this moment, many people's vision blurred. Lang Lu's incarnation's speed was already faster than Ming Ten, and it was getting faster and faster.
Many Confucian scholars' words were not as fast as Lang Lu's incarnation. This meant that most Confucian scholars' attacks could not even touch Lang Lu's incarnation.
When he was only ten miles away from Chen Guanhai's incarnation, the light blue light around Chen Guanhai surged like waves in the wind. Strands of Saintly Way aura spread out, and the incarnation of Lang Lu instantly slowed down.
Eight times the speed of sound was still very fast. He could cross ten miles in two breaths and reach Guan Hai's incarnation.
But the next moment, Chen Guanhai let out a soft chant. It seemed like he had only said one word, but in everyone's hearts, it formed a defensive battle poem of a Confucian scholar. It was a battle poem of a Confucian scholar that contained saint power.
A mountain range dozens of miles long blocked Lang Lu's incarnation. Above the mountain range was an endless Great Wall.
There were soldiers patrolling the Great Wall. Smoke rose up.
Many scholars who saw this, including Fang Yun, were shocked. Many people had seen battle poems of a Confucian scholar before, but they had never seen one used in such a way.
The reason why Guan Hai's incarnation could recite a poem instantly was that he had mastered the power of the saint level Wen Xin after reaching the peak of the Wen Xin realm. It completely made up for the lack of writing or reciting battle poems of the human race.
The Great Wall mountain range was condensed with saint power. Although it was translucent, it looked like a real Great Wall in everyone's eyes. Everything inside was very real.
Half-saint's words turned illusion into reality.
Boom!
Lang Lu's incarnation crashed heavily into the Great Wall mountain range. Dozens of miles of the Great Wall mountain range exploded, turning into gravel that flew in all directions. Lang Lu's incarnation's body stopped because of this. He then charged again. But in the next moment, all the shattered gravel returned and reformed into an identical Great Wall mountain range. Lang Lu did not have time to react and crashed into it.
This time, the Great Wall mountain range did not explode. There was only a crack. Lang Lu's face showed a trace of anger.
The scholars, demons, and barbarians present were all at a loss. Some were shocked by Guan Hai's incarnation's battle poem, while others were shocked by Lang Lu's incarnation. Lang Lu did not lose a single hair after crashing into a mountain range that was more powerful than a real mountain.
The strength of both sides could not be measured by normal standards. No one could imagine how their next battle would be.
"Bensei thought you were dying of old age. I didn't expect you to still be alive. In that case, Bensei will test you with 50% of his strength!"
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