"Spring and Autumn" was a history book, and the words "Spring and Autumn" also represented time.
Kong Sheng's will had the ability to change time.
The higher the position, the stronger Kong Sheng's will. This was one of the reasons why the demons and barbarians didn't want to fight with the Kong family.
Half of the Ancient Flood Dragon Lord's body was enveloped by Kong Sheng's will. He looked at everyone in shock and desperately wanted to retreat. However, he was only a demon overlord. Even if he had a temporary true dragon bloodline, he couldn't resist such a vast power. His body could only move out at an extremely slow speed.
Kong Detian and the rest were also enveloped by Kong Sheng's will. Everything was also slowed down.
The two Eastern Sea Dragons looked at each other and immediately went around the range of Kong Sheng's will. They attacked the half of Ancient Flood Dragon Lord's body that was outside.
This was the terrifying part of Kong Sheng's will. Once the body was separated, if the Kong family had external help, the enemy could only be slaughtered.
However, a large number of demons and barbarians followed behind Ancient Flood Dragon Lord. They used their demonic arts to attack the two Dragons, forcing the two Dragons to retreat.
During the battle, Fang Yun finally finished reciting the third line of the opening poem.
"Today, I will show you …"
A gust of wind rose in the hall. Golden light condensed in Fang Yun's mouth. Then, a true dragon's roar exploded in Fang Yun's literature palace. The sound spread over a million miles and spread across the entire dragon platform.
The demons and barbarians in front of Fang Yun, the dragon generals, and even the black-clothed masked man and the Great Saint's son, Shi Wang, were shocked. They were momentarily dazed.
All the Dragons present looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. They couldn't believe that a mere human's literature palace would have a true dragon's roar. Although this roar wasn't as loud as the Dragon Saint's voice, the true dragon's roar was the highest command. Other than the Dragon Saint, no one could roar it.
"Could he have mobilized the Ancestral Dragon's will?" Lei Jiu was indescribably shocked.
The true dragon's roar was only shocking, but the ordinary demons and barbarians felt deep despair.
While Fang Yun was reciting the opening poem, he was actually writing with his brush. Fang Yun was using the power of multitasking!
Long Jianshi.
Treasure Sword Double Flood Dragon. Snowflakes shine on hibiscus.
Radiant light shot to the heavens and the earth, and the thunder could not be rushed.
Once the golden box is gone, Fei Shen is lost.
Feng Hu has been dead for a long time, so he hides his edge.
Wu's waters are ten thousand zhang deep, Chu's mountains are a thousand layers deep.
Male and female would never be separated. Divine objects would always meet.
The treasured light of the first book, the original treasured light, and the treasured light of the heirloom shone one after another. The treasured light of the treasured brush, the dragon's blood ink ingot, the second level of calligraphy, and other powers also appeared on the paper. This would make the battle poem even more powerful.
After all the treasured lights stabilized, an unprecedentedly beautiful treasured light appeared.
The other treasured lights were like a transparent eggshell attached to the poem, but the source of this treasured light was inside the poem. It formed a white light that erupted in all directions. The treasured light radiated in all directions, and no one could open their eyes.
Behind the white light, Fang Yun looked like a saint or a god. His whole body exuded an unprecedented temperament, as if he had the power to split the heavens and earth. He also had the power to create all worlds.
All the demons, barbarians, Dragons, and humans who knew about this treasure light cried out in unison.
"Ancestor of Poetry's Treasured Light!"
The first poem to kill the enemy, the first poem to defend, the first poem to conceal the edge, the first poem to obstruct the enemy … The creator of any type of battle poem would be conferred as a generation's ancestor of poetry. In fact, many battle poems originated from the 《Book of Songs》. The names of many ancestors of poetry disappeared in the long river of history. Only a limited number of ancestors of poems, such as the poem of concealing the edge, were widely circulated.
This poem had the ancestor of poetry's treasured light. That Fang Yun was the ancestor of a new type of battle poem!
Fang Yun's 《Dragon Sword Poem》 flew into the sky. Lei Jiu, Zong Ji, and Sima He only glanced at it once before using their eidetic memory to memorize the entire poem. They quickly understood the meaning of the poem.
《Dragon Sword Poem》 was a poem that praised the famous Divine Sword Ganjiang and Mo Xie. In the poem, it was written that after Ganjiang and Mo Xie were refined, they were like two flood dragons. The sword's body was as white as snow, and it could even be used as a mirror to reflect flowers. The sword light reached the heavens. It shone down on the earth, and even thunder couldn't compare to it.
It was a pity that the two swords were separated and no longer accompanied each other. Because the famous swordsman Feng Huzi had died, no one could recognize the two divine objects. Thus, the two divine swords hid their sharpness.
One sword was hidden in the bottomless abyss of Wu Country, while the other was hidden in the boundless mountains of Chu Country. However, the male and female swords, Ganjiang and Mo Xie, were still divine objects. There would definitely be a day when they would meet again!
Almost at the instant when they finished reading, the three of them thought of the use of this poem, especially the last sentence.
Divine objects will meet again!
At the same time when the ancestor of poetry's treasured light was formed, Shi Wang crazily shouted. His heartbeat suddenly sounded like a drum, and the bloodline of the Great Sage hidden in his heart was completely activated. His body suddenly doubled in size, and at the same time, he let out an earth-shattering lion's roar. Even the yellow dragon Ao Huang was intimidated.
The power of the lion's heart.
"Even if the ten thousand worlds are boundless and the ten directions are endless, it can't contain the ancestor of poetry! Fang Yun must die! " The golden blood armor around Shi Wang's body suddenly thickened by an inch, and the shadow of a crown appeared on top of his head. He pounced on Fang Yun like the king of thousands of demons.
Shi Wang raised his right front palm high, and the golden light on his palm shone brightly. With a slap, it was enough to turn a mountain into stone powder!
"Get lost!" Ao Huang suddenly roared and used the power of the dragon pearl. A dragon-shaped golden light that was exactly the same as his body flew out from his mouth and heavily crashed into Shi Wang.
Even someone as strong as Shi Wang couldn't resist the power of the dragon pearl. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string. In mid-air, he turned his head to look at the black-clothed masked man.
"Kill Fang Yun! Kill him! "
The masked man slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at Fang Yun with his index finger.
His finger was deathly pale, but under the deathly pale skin, black blood vessels could be clearly seen. The black blood vessels were like exposed blue veins, sinister and terrifying.
A black void whirlpool appeared at the tip of the masked man's index finger, and the entire hall began to shake. Dust fell, and the walls cracked.
Fang Yun's expression didn't change. After the "Dragon Sword Poem" by Poet Immortal Li Bai was formed, he also finished reciting the last line of Jia Dao's famous poem.
"Who has an injustice!"
Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested. Today, before the emperor, who has an injustice?
The opening poem was completed, and a sword hum resounded through the world. The sword hum seemed to carry a great grievance, as if it was speaking for Fang Yun that he didn't take the initiative to snatch the dragon aura and ancestral dragon true blood.
A brilliant golden sword flew out of Fang Yun's mouth. This True Dragon Sword was nurtured from the remains of a true dragon, and the sword was three feet long. The sword itself was like an ancient white sword, but it was surrounded by a dazzling golden dragon-shaped light.
Other people's swords were only illusions of dragons, but Fang Yun's swords were real dragons!
That dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws. The dragon opened its mouth, and its mouth contained the tip of the sword. The dragon's body wrapped around the sword, and the dragon's tail formed the sword hilt.
The sword was surrounded by a dazzling real dragon pattern, and not the translucent dragon pattern of others.
Waves of strange waves swept through the ten directions and pierced through the void, spreading in all directions from the True Dragon Sword.
Below the True Dragon Sword. A black ink sword that was half the length of the main sword was floating. This sword was made from Fang Yun's "God's Will Army Tablet", and it contained the majesty of the Great Tang Emperor inspecting the God's Will Army. The sword intent was grand and majestic, and it was made by one of the four calligraphy masters, Liu Gongquan, which made it even more extraordinary.
The Sword Nurturing Poem, True Dragon Bone, Hidden Edge Poem, True Dragon Pattern, Opening Poem, a large amount of dragon aura, and the ink sword formed Fang Yun's sharp tongue!
Everyone felt the aura emitted by the True Dragon Sword, and they were all incomparably shocked. It was definitely the number one sword in all of history!
"Why is his dragon pattern different from ours? I feel that one of his dragon patterns is comparable to two of mine! "Zong Ji muttered to himself.
"My sword is also like a dragon. My sharp tongue is made from the complete Flood Dragon Bone, but why is it far inferior to his sword? "Sima He felt weak all over.
However, the power of the True Dragon Sword had not reached its peak.
After the new battle poem "Dragon Sword Poem" was ignited, an ancient sword with the same talent aura as the True Dragon Sword appeared out of thin air. There was even an extra ink sword.
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
At this moment, the power of Kong Sheng's will dissipated, and the Ancient Flood Dragon Marquis desperately retreated. The seven Notre-Dame Grand Scholars protecting Fang Yun all turned to look at Fang Yun, and then looked up at the two sharp tongues above Fang Yun's head!
All the elites present saw this scene, and they were speechless. Killing an enemy poem was nothing much, and no matter how strong a Grand Scholar's killing enemy poem was, the strengthening of the human race was next to nothing. However, this kind of battle poem that could summon an identical sharp tongue was full of subversive power!
The power of a Grand Scholar would undergo an earth-shattering change!
And Grand Scholars were the backbone of the human race's power!
"This child cannot be left alive!" A Demon Race Saint shouted with all his might.
The black vortex at the black clothed masked man's fingertip finally formed, and he lightly pointed at Fang Yun.
The sky changed color, and the black vortex suddenly expanded by thousands of times. Then, a huge blood-colored dragon head rushed out of the vortex, that dragon head was 300 meters tall, and was basically a mountain.
The blood-colored dragon head had black eyes, silver teeth, and a purple tongue. Its eyes contained a dense evil intent, and its entire body emitted a destructive power.
"Hell Suppressing Evil Dragon! Wasn't it suppressed in the Sea of Suppressing Prison? Who obtained its power! "Ao Huang immediately recognized the origin of the evil dragon.
The evil dragon opened its bloody mouth and bit at everyone.
"It's me!" The black clothed masked man answered Ao Huang's question, he took off his hat and mask, revealing a strange face.
Black veins under his white skin bulged, like tree roots occupying his face, it was abnormally terrifying.
"Fierce Monarch!" All the humans looked at Fierce Monarch Meng Lintang in disbelief.
"You will all die today! Fang Yun, today I will tear you into pieces! " Fierce Monarch's eyes were incomparably deep and dark, it was not a color that a human should have, it was a color that only the Nine Nether Underworld and the Demon Realm's Death Mountain should have.
Fang Yun was enlightened, according to what he knew, he outlined what happened.
Fierce Monarch's soul clone entered the Holy Ground and was killed by Fang Yun. At that time, Fierce Monarch was in the Sea of Suppressing Prison, and because of the death of his soul clone, he was unconscious.
At that time, Fierce Monarch was invaded by a trace of the Hell Suppressing Evil Dragon's consciousness.
Fierce Monarch was severely injured, and his position in the Imperial Academy might not be guaranteed, so his punishment ended early, and he returned to the Meng Family's old residence to recuperate.
However, Fierce Monarch was not satisfied, for the treasure of the Dragon Ascension Stage, he directly lowered his position and became a Grand Scholar, then he made a deal with the demon race, obtained a Dragon Ascension Stone from the demon race, and entered the Dragon Ascension Stage from the West Sea Dragon Palace!
Since Fierce Monarch dared to enter the Dragon Ascension Stage, he must have communicated with the Hell Suppressing Evil Dragon and reached an agreement. Floating Astronomy.
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