The dragon scale in front of Ao Wu emitted a vast and vigorous power, forming a thousand miles of light. It was like the water of the North Sea, turning into a desperate attack that charged towards Fang Yun. + -.
Lei Wu fully activated the power of the Monarch's Observatory. The might of the heavens and the authority of a monarch turned into his power. His Ancient Sword Monarch's Authority emitted the majestic aura of a monarch. It divided the counties and Dingzhou, as if it could cut anyone into pieces.
Two powerful forces charged towards Fang Yun. Peng Zaozhao's Ancient Sword Calamity went straight for Lei Wu's sword. The Calamity Ancient Sword Calamity's first true name power, Fierce Short Break, appeared.
The three forces of death merged into one and instantly clashed with the power of the Monarch's Observatory. However, no matter how strong Peng Zaozhao was, he was still a Hanlin. No matter how weak Lei Wu was, he was still a scholar. Although the Monarch's Observatory's power shattered the true name of the Calamity Ancient Sword, his own power was also reduced by half.
Then, a strange scene occurred. Peng Zaozhao's Ancient Sword Calamity split into three and increased its speed. After dodging Lei Wu's Ancient Sword Calamity, it struck thirty times in a row, each strike landing on the side of the Ancient Sword Monarch's body.
After a moment, the Ancient Sword Monarch let out a sorrowful cry and was forced to retreat.
The first sword of Hanlin, Peng Zaozhao, defeated the scholar Lei Wu in a battle of words with powerful techniques and sword control.
Then, Ao Huang and Zhang Poyue joined forces and barely blocked Dragon King Ao Wu's attack.
"With this dragon here, you can't touch Fang Yun!" Ao Huang shouted.
Suddenly, a black flood appeared in front of them, condensing into a giant axe that seemed to be able to split the sky and the sea. The axe light soared into the sky and slashed towards Fang Yun, arriving above Fang Yun's head in an instant.
"The combined attack of the demons and barbarians! And it's guided by the ancestral gods! "Cai He shouted.
The reason why the demons and barbarians could defeat the ancient demons was because of the combined attack. The combined attack guided by the ancestral gods was even more powerful and could transform into the shapes of various divine objects.
But the moment the combined attack approached, the Emperor's Zhan Shi transformed into a dark yellow dragon.
This Dragon's appearance was similar to that of ordinary dragons. However, the strange thing was that its eyes did not have eyeballs at all. Instead, it was a void that was constantly breaking and recovering, as if nothing in the world could exist in its eyes.
The dragon raised its head and looked at the giant axe. It saw the giant axe explode into countless pieces, turning into a biting cold gust of wind. Only a corner of Fang Yun's clothes fluttered.
Now, not only Ao Huang, even Dragon King Ao Wu and the two Dragon Marquises recognized this dragon.
"Yellow Dragon of Annihilation!" Ao Wu's voice trembled.
"Hmph!" A voice that seemed to come from ancient times sounded. "This Son of Heaven Battle Poem is filled with murderous intent. However, his Emperor Qi is insufficient and his literary talent is mediocre. He is not fit to become a soul! "
An invisible force descended, and it carried the energy of the Saint Dao as it announced the decree of the heavens. It was like the might of the heavens, like the order of the monarch, and it descended onto the yellow dragon of destruction.
"Roar …" The small Yellow Dragon of Annihilation, which was only a foot long, let out a blood-curdling screech as all the scales on its body shattered. Yellow blood flowed out and fell on the city wall.
The West Sea Dragon Sage's words had cut off the little yellow dragon's path of dragon transformation!
All the humans were stunned. The West Sea Dragon Sage had taken action personally!
All the scholars knew that the West Sea Dragon Sage was right. This poem did not have enough Emperor Qi, so it was difficult for him to directly ascend into a dragon. His literary talent was mediocre, so it could not be passed down. Fang Yun had obviously realized this in advance, so he borrowed Ao Huang's True Dragon blood to write it. But no matter what, the great West Sea Dragon Sage had taken action personally, using his position to suppress Fang Yun. Cutting off the dragon's path of dragon transformation was a little too much. It was like the king of a country bullying a commoner.
Fang Yun furrowed his brows and glared at the white figure in the distance. He shouted, "Dragon Sage Ao Min, you failed to steal from me and colluded with the barbarians and demons. You killed Xusheng and the Dragons of the human race. You killed one of the Dragons' souls for your own selfish desires. You deserve death! When I become a Saint, I will definitely take revenge! "
"Bensei will wait for you!" The huge white figure in the distance slowly turned around, as if he no longer cared about Fang Yun and Ning Ancheng.
Dragon King Ao Wu laughed and said, "The West Sea Dragon Sage has taken action personally. The Destruction Yellow Dragon's lifespan is weak and its dragon blood has dried up. It will definitely die. Let's see what you have to kill the barbarians and demons, and me and Lei Wu."
Ao Huang scolded, "Ao Min, you old tortoise, you old bastard! The Destruction Yellow Dragon is a legendary dragon. We Dragons have never appeared. When we finally appeared, you destroyed it! Are you worthy of the Dragons? Are you worthy of the Ancestral Dragon? The Ancestral Dragon left the holy tooth to you, he must be blind! Old bastard, just you wait. When I become a Saint, I will be the first to go to the West Sea Dragon Palace to fight for the Dragon Throne with you! If you dare to touch Fang Yun again, I will force my Grandpa Dragon Sage to go to the West Sea Dragon Palace to settle the score with you. I will seal your West Sea Dragon Palace for three thousand years! "
The Destruction Yellow Dragon was covered in blood. It roared a few times at the West Sea Dragon Sage in the distance. Its voice was like a baby's, causing the people around to feel heartache.
If one couldn't transform into a dragon, they wouldn't be able to form a dragon soul. The dragon formed by the imperial poem would slowly dissipate from the world, waiting for the next similar imperial poem to condense. In the past, there were many imperial poems that formed the image of a dragon, but in the end, they failed to transform into a dragon.
The barbarians and demons in the distance prepared to attack together again.
One of the Ancestral God Tribe's Elephant Demon Marquis laughed maniacally and said, "The one who killed Xusheng and Fang Yun is the Elephant Hou of the demon race!"
Fang Yun looked at the aggrieved and angry Destruction Yellow Dragon, then raised his head and looked forward. His eyes were filled with killing intent, as if there were swords and sabers.
"If I say you can transform into a dragon, then you can transform into a dragon! The barbarians and demons can't stop you, the Dragon King can't stop you, and the Dragon Sage can't stop you! Since someone said that 'Ode to the Chrysanthemum' is too murderous and lacks literary talent, then I'll add an imperial poem with sufficient literary talent to help you transform into a dragon! "Fang Yun's voice was even colder than the cold wind and more majestic than the mountains.
A sacred page appeared, and Fang Yun took out a drop of sacred blood again and started to write.
Plucking mulberries, Double Yang.
Life is easy to get old, but the heavens are hard to get old. Every year there's Double Yang, today there's Double Yang again, the yellow flowers on the battlefield are exceptionally fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong, it's not like spring, but it's better than spring, the vast sky is covered in frost.
When the poem was formed, the image of a yellow dragon swam in the sacred page. The Destruction Yellow Dragon roared in surprise and entered the sacred page, fusing with the image of the dragon inside.
This poem was not a battle poem, so it couldn't become an emperor's battle poem. However, the first line directly pointed to the limits of heaven and man, and a powerful aura suppressed all directions. The following line, 'the yellow flowers on the battlefield are exceptionally fragrant', changed the meaning of the poem greatly. It had the poet's feelings and the warrior's heroic spirit, dyeing the chrysanthemums of heaven and earth with a different kind of magnificence.
"The first half of the poem has no murderous intent, but it was written on the battlefield. As the second half said, it's not like murderous intent, but it's better than murderous intent. It's like a boundless battlefield carrying the yellow dragon of destruction! No wonder this poem can be combined with the yellow dragon of destruction! "Zhang Poyue exclaimed.
"The autumn wind is strong, the vast sky is covered in frost, the yellow flowers are exceptionally fragrant. There's no murderous intent, no murderous intent, but the imperial spirit hidden within is more than ten times better than 'Ode to the Chrysanthemum'!"
"Fang Yun's ability to change is number one in all of history!"
"'Ode to the Chrysanthemum' is filled with murderous intent, but it can only destroy one place. 'Double Yang' is filled with heroic spirit, but it can destroy ten thousand dynasties! The combination of poems is the real yellow dragon of destruction! "
"The Soaring Dragon, the first combination of poems in all of history, is born!" Ao Huang was extremely happy.
"In terms of concept, momentum, and heroism, this poem can be said to be number one in Double Yang!"
Cai He immediately held the official seal in his hand and pointed it at the poem.
"Sure enough, four feet six inches of spirit, the poem can become a country!"
"Ao …"
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