After Fang Yun's True Dragon Sword was sent flying, it quickly returned.
Everyone was chanting in their hearts.
Return.
The True Dragon Sword once again attacked Shi Wang.
Shi Wang raised his left claw. His left claw flashed with golden light, condensed with blood, enough to easily tear through steel.
The lion claw and the ancient sword collided, creating a loud boom and a shockwave. In the blink of an eye, the True Dragon Sword struck fourteen times and was sent flying again.
Shi Wang's left claw and left calf exploded into powder, like red fireworks.
Fang Yun's True Dragon Sword was too powerful. Shi Wang's wounds could not heal in a short time.
"Roar — —"
Shi Wang roared, the last trace of reason in his eyes dissipating. His battle instincts completely took control of his body.
Shi Wang's body suddenly swung, his two heavily injured front legs supporting the dragon aura cloud. His body suddenly twisted, his long tail like an iron whip, wrapped in blood and blood power and demonic fiendish aura. With an ear-piercing sound, it struck the True Dragon Sword flying back.
Second return.
With its tail broken, the True Dragon Sword was once again sent flying. A moment later, it attacked again.
Third return.
But this time, it was attacking Shi Wang's head.
Shi Wang opened his mouth and bit, the powerful bite locking the True Dragon Sword. The demonic arts erupting from his throat all fell on the True Dragon Sword.
Seeing that the True Dragon Sword was about to be bitten to pieces, the motionless Ink Sword suddenly left the True Dragon Sword and stabbed at Shi Wang's throat.
Shi Wang hurriedly loosened his mouth in fright, and spat out blood and blood power to drive the True Dragon Sword away.
In the blink of an eye, the True Dragon Sword launched another attack. Blood soared into the sky. Half of Shi Wang's face was cut off, his sharp teeth also missing.
The True Dragon Sword left and returned again.
"Fourth return!" All the Notre-Dame Scholars shouted in unison.
Seeing that Fang Yun's Sword of Words was about to kill Shi Wang, an ancient Talent Sword suddenly shot over. Other than the golden dragon pattern on the sword, there were also blood and black lines.
Fang Yun recognized that it was Fierce Lord's Blood Breaking Ancient Sword.
Fierce Lord had once used his Sword of Words to enter the Demon Barbarian Army camp and kill three times. His attainments in the Talent Sword far surpassed all the Notre-Dame Scholars.
The Ancient Blood-Breaking Sword came at the perfect time, whether it was the timing, the position of the attack, or the strength of the attack. All of this put Fang Yun in a passive position.
The tip of the Ancient Blood-Breaking Sword was about to hit the back of the True Dragon Sword. Just this strike alone could cause slight damage to the True Dragon Sword.
A malicious smile appeared on Fierce Lord's face. Although he was only a Grand Scholar now, he was once a Hanlin Scholar. He still retained much of the power of the Ancient Blood-Shattering Sword. Now, the Ancient Blood-Shattering Sword had at least 80% of its full power!
None of the Jinshi who had ascended the Dragon Platform could compare with the Fierce Monarch's sharp tongue.
Except for Fang Yun.
The timing and angle of the Ancient Bloodbreak Sword could be said to be perfect. Because the True Dragon Sword was attacking at full force, no Notre-Dame Scholar would be able to change the direction of the ancient sword by a large margin. However, the one controlling the sword was Fang Yun.
The True Dragon Sword spun at an unbelievable angle and speed. Not only was he not struck by Fierce Monarch's Ancient Blood Splitter Sword, but at the instant when the two swords clashed, Fierce Monarch struck out seven times consecutively!
Fierce Monarch's body suddenly trembled. Traces of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
Fierce Monarch wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He stared fiercely at Fang Yun. The reason why he attacked Fang Yun when Fang Yun was returning four times was because he thought that Fang Yun's True Dragon Sword's power would be greatly reduced. However, he did not expect that Fang Yun would rely on his powerful Literary Courage to allow the True Dragon Sword to change direction at full force. He did not expect the True Dragon Sword's material to be so strong. Even if it was forced back four times by Shi Wang. It still contained great power.
The Ancient Blood-Shattering Sword helplessly flew back to Fierce Monarch's Literary Palace. If he dared to exchange blows with the True Dragon Sword again, the Ancient Blood-Shattering Sword would definitely collapse. When that time came, Fierce Monarch would go for wool and come back shorn. Even his Literary Courage would be affected.
After the True Dragon Sword used all its power to injure the Ancient Blood-Shattering Sword, it was once again forced back. Then it attacked Shi Wang once again.
Five times.
Shi Wang let out a long breath. The original fierce look in his eyes slowly dissipated. It was replaced by relief and reluctance.
Shi Wang no longer looked at the True Dragon Sword. Instead, he looked into the distance. The sky was blue, the sea of clouds was like the ground, and the sky was like the clouds. The environment was completely different from the Demon Realm.
"So, the Dragon Ascension Stage is so beautiful." Shi Wang used the last of his Qi and blood to condense a voice. His voice was filled with calmness and sincerity. Finally, he turned his gaze and looked at Fang Yun.
Shi Wang could no longer speak, but Fang Yun could hear his voice.
"I've lost …"
The True Dragon Sword slashed at Shi Wang's neck. The huge lion head fell.
But just as Fang Yun's True Dragon Sword slashed at Shi Wang, Fierce Monarch made his move.
The shadow of the Zhenyu Evil Dragon flashed across Fierce Monarch's eyes.
The Notre-Dame scholars in the distance all had their hearts in their throats. They didn't expect Fierce Monarch to be able to use the Zhenyu Evil Dragon.
No one knew how strong the Zhenyu Evil Dragon was, but since it was suppressed in the Zhenyu Ocean, its strength was definitely far beyond that of a Great Saint. Even if it was just a trace of the Zhenyu Evil Dragon's power, Fang Yun wouldn't be able to resist.
"Fang Yun …" Kong Detian's eyes flashed with grief. Under the Zhenyu Evil Dragon's power, Fang Yun's methods were useless. Unless Di Luo appeared again, but the possibility was too small.
"Wait for me!" Ao Huang began to burn his dragon power and rushed forward. Everywhere he went, the weather changed.
At the same time, there was an undercurrent outside the Dragon Ascension Stage.
In Nuzhi City, the Demon Race, Barbarian Race, and Humans lived in peace.
The Nuzhi Tribe was a naturalized Barbarian Race created by the Saints of the Human Race. Any Barbarian Barbarian Race that declared their independence and joined the Human Race could join the Nuzhi Tribe and live in Nuzhi City.
The Nuzhi Tribe had a hundred thousand people and their leader was a Great Barbarian King. It was said that he had a chance of becoming a Saint.
Once this Great Barbarian King became a Saint, large amounts of Barbarians would come to join him.
A few months ago, a Barbarian Bull General and a Barbarian Dog General joined the Nuzhi Tribe. At first, they weren't taken seriously because this pair of Barbarian Barbarians were very stupid and couldn't even understand the Human Race language. They were imprisoned for a few months before they were released.
Learning the Human Race language was the key to taming Barbarians.
Back then, there was a short sighted Confucian who thought that the Barbarians shouldn't learn the Human Race language and that they should keep their traditions and traditions. In the end, large amounts of Barbarians in the Nuzhi Tribe were bribed by the Demon Realm and often rebelled.
That Confucian was suspected of betraying the Human Race and was imprisoned by the Notre-Dame. He was only sent out of the Notre-Dame right before he died.
Ever since the Nuzhi Tribe was forced to learn the Human Race language, the unrest in the tribe was greatly reduced. This was especially so for the Barbarians who grew up listening to the Human Race language. They no longer hated the Human Race and instead hated their fellow Barbarians outside the Great Wall.
However, the Barbarian Bull General and the Barbarian Dog General were very talented. The Barbarian Bull General became a Barbarian Bull Marquis after a few days and was growing at an unbelievable speed. His talent was comparable to a Saint Child!
The Barbarian Dog General was slightly weaker, but he was still stronger than a Royal Barbarian Barbarian. His talent was comparable to an ordinary Sacred Barbarian Barbarian.
Nuzhi City was more deserted in winter than the other three seasons. A Barbarian Bull Marquis and a Barbarian Dog General stood on the city wall.
"Big Brother Niu Shan, since we already know that the Moon Emperor is called Fang Yun and that His Majesty is in Jingguo, why don't we go look for him?"
"Silly dog! Let's not talk about the distance between the two places and the fact that Barbarians and Barbarians can't leave the province as they wish, just the Nuzhi King alone won't be able to send us away. Hmph, Nuzhi King isn't willing to submit to His Majesty, the Moon Emperor. I'll make him submit one day! "
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