After the war poem was completed, a three-foot long sword appeared in the sky. Its appearance was exactly the same as Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword, and it exuded a very powerful aura.
The imitation sword summoned by the power of "The Sword Chapter" has the same power as the Kunlun Ancient Sword.
"Is this the war poem of the Holy Forest Continent? He can actually summon an imitation sword. He is truly worthy of being a scholar of the human race."
"Today, let me see the strength of the geniuses of the Holy Forest Continent!"
"Kill! Destroy the Rakshasa and Lingwu tribes, drive them out of the Zhou Dynasty and the Kunlun literary world!"
Many scholars in Xue Jiajun shouted loudly, and their morale was high.
"Today, I will kill you and the rest of the sacrificial flags!"
Du Ning waved his hand, and the ancient Kunlun sword and the imitation sword were slashed through the air under the blessing of Haoran's righteous energy.
When Xu Yang saw this scene opposite, his expression suddenly changed wildly.
"Students usually only practice one ancient sword of talent, so where did they get the second ancient sword?"
Xu Yang roared. Du Ning's ancient Kunlun sword could already resist his most powerful sword from the front. Now that he summoned another ancient sword, wouldn't it be possible to easily defeat Lian Cang?
"Don't be intimidated by this person. This is an imitation sword manifested with the help of the power of war poems. It is not the original body of the ancient sword. It is impossible for it to have that level of power."
Lian Cang, as the great mage of the Rakshasa tribe, naturally understands the scholars better than Xu Yang, and he can easily tell the clues.
Even so, Lian Cang didn't dare to be careless at all, after all, Du Ning's strength was unfathomable.
"Haha...it turns out it's just an imitation sword, a bluff, and extremely ridiculous!"
Xu Yang had a sneer on his face, "I'll deal with this person's ancient sword, and I'll leave the other imitation sword to you."
The tone of his speech was habitually somewhat commanding.
"snort!"
Lian Cang was dissatisfied, but he was too lazy to argue with Xu Yang at this time, so he used his golden spear magic weapon to fight against Du Ning's imitation sword, while Xu Yang faced Du Ning's ancient Kunlun sword head-on.
Now with Lian Cang's help, even if Du Ning's Haoran Zhengqi is very strong, part of his power will be taken away. Xu Yang does not believe that under this situation, Du Ning can still have the advantage.
The next moment, the Kunlun ancient sword and the imitation sword fought with the golden spear and Xu Yang respectively. In an instant, the sword light crisscrossed and made clanging sounds.
Under the powerful attack of the two ancient swords, both Golden Spear and Xu Yang were suppressed at the same time, showing a very passive state.
"In the case of fighting against the Archmage and the Sword Master at the same time, we can actually gain the upper hand!"
"How can this person's righteousness be so powerful?"
"Not good! Judging from this situation, it may be difficult for the Archmage and the Sword Master to resist!"
When everyone in the Wu Luo Army on the opposite side saw this scene, their expressions changed and they exclaimed in disbelief.
"Well done! Du Jun is mighty! Du Jun will win!"
"Du Jun is mighty! Du Jun will win!"
Xue Jiajun's scholars shouted loudly, showing their military might.
At the same time, Xu Yang and Lian Cang were frightened and furious.
In front of the two military formations, the two of them joined forces and not only did not gain an advantage, but were suppressed and beaten by Du Ning. If word spread at this time, it would be a huge blow to their prestige in the army.
"Damn it! How can this person's righteousness be so powerful?"
Xu Yang waved his war sword to resist the Kunlun Ancient Sword, while cursing in his heart. Today is really embarrassing.
The next moment, he saw that the power of the imitation sword was also suppressing the golden spear, and he couldn't help turning his head and scolding Lian Cang: "Trash, you can't even resist a mere imitation sword, what do I, the Wu Luo Army, need from you?
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In Xu Yang's eyes, Du Ning's imitation sword must be far inferior to the original sword. Even so, Lian Cang's magic weapon can only show the power of parrying. What is it if it is not a waste?
Lian Cang was furious, "Huh! You are the only one in our team who is not a waste, and I don't see you beheading Lord Yun Qi."
"I have already blocked the opponent's ancient sword, but you can't even beat the imitation sword transformed into a war poem. After this battle is over, I must read your copy in front of Lord Martial Saint." Xu Yang said solemnly.
"I'm afraid you, the martial saints of the Lingwu clan, can't control our Rakshasa clan." Lian Cang said disapprovingly.
Xu Yang's face darkened and he didn't say anything in reply.
At this moment, Du Ning sneered and said, "Sword Master Xu, stop pretending to mock your teammates. In front of me, there is no difference between you and trash."
"you……"
Xu Yang was so angry that his chest heaved with excitement. As a majestic swordsman, he was called a waste by the human race that he looked down upon. This was a huge insult to Xu Yang.
"I won't waste time with you two losers. I will send you on your way."
Du Ning's expression became serious, and he said with witty words: "When a person rests on a sword, there is a sound in the night. When a person talks about the sword turning into a dragon, he is afraid that the wind will rise..."
It is the dragon war poem "Song of the Sword".
At the same time, Du Ning also used the power of the magic pen to let the Four Treasures of Kunlun write "Song of the Sword" on their own.
A series of witty words and a magical touch, two poems come out at the same time in an instant, inspiring power.
The powerful Haoran righteousness burst out and merged into the Kunlun ancient sword and the imitation sword respectively.
The ancient Kunlun sword and the imitation sword trembled slightly after receiving the bonus of the war poem. The next moment, they turned into two ten-foot-long silver real dragons, with their teeth and claws showing, and they were menacing.
The Ancient Sword True Dragon swung its claws downwards, and with a "thump" the war sword held by Xu Yang was broken.
"impossible!"
Xu Yang's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that Du Ning's war poem had such terrifying power, that it could actually turn the ancient sword into a real dragon. At this moment, Xu Yang felt an extremely huge sense of crisis.
"You can't kill me! I am the Sword Master of the Lingwu Clan. If you dare to kill me, the Martial Saint will not let you go, and the entire Lingwu Clan will not let you go!"
Xu Yang yelled, his eyes full of fear. He was scared, really scared. He finally felt what real fear was.
"I'm afraid it's not that the Lingwu clan won't let me go, but that I won't let you, the Lingwu clan, go."
Du Ning spoke with disdain, and at the same time, with a thought, he controlled the ancient sword True Dragon and struck it with one claw.
"No!"
Xu Yang screamed in fear, and then with a "boom", he was beaten into a meat stall by the claw of the ancient sword True Dragon.
Sword Master Xu Yang, dies!
"Lord Sword Master!"
"He actually killed our Sword Master!"
"No...this is not true, not true!"
The warriors of the Lingwu clan were filled with grief and indignation. He was a Martial Lord! He was a genius who could reach the realm of Martial Saint. He actually died on the Xielong Mountain Road. This was a huge loss to the Lingwu clan.