Wan Jianxiong and Ye Lingkong opened their lips lightly and secretly discussed the countermeasures.
Du Ning didn't need to worry. After all, Du Ning was still very young. Even though Haoran's righteousness was strong, he still lacked a lot of experience.
However, Meng Jingtian was born in a Yasheng family in the Holy Forest Continent. He could directly or indirectly receive guidance and education from semi-sages, and he came to Kunlun literary world to gain experience. This was not something that ordinary Confucian scholars could compare with.
Du Ning looked at Meng Jingtian. Although he was very surprised by Meng Jingtian's request for a fight, he still gave him a polite smile.
Maybe Du Ning's provocation method was useless, but now that Meng Jingtian stepped in, maybe Wan Jianxiong and Ye Lingkong could come out to die.
Meng Jingtian nodded to Du Ning, and then said to Wan Jianxiong and Ye Lingkong on the tower: "It's such a fair duel between two against two, why do you two have any hesitation? Don't you think that you are invincible under a half-saint?
Hands? Don’t you think that two against one is a bit of a win? Now that Meng is asking for help, why don’t you even dare to fart? Is it because you are afraid of Meng?”
"It's a joke, Wan is not even afraid of you, the literary monarch of the human race, how can he be afraid of you, a scholar from a semi-saint family? Who are you!" Wan Jianxiong shouted coldly.
Du Ning immediately said: "Since you have no fear, why are you cowering on the city wall and not daring to fight? It was you who proposed the challenge, and it is you who are avoiding the fight now. Could it be that the two commanders of the Wuluo Army spoke like
fart?"
"presumptuous!"
Countless soldiers of the Wuluo Army roared, each one furious, as if they wanted to transform into a beast and eat Dunin alive. Humiliating their commander in this way was not much different from humiliating them.
Du Ning raised his head slightly, pointed at Wan Jianxiong and Ye Lingkong and said: "In front of the formation of the two armies, those who dare to speak but dare not do anything are nothing."
"Jun Yunqi, you are simply too bullying!"
Ye Lingkong's face was very ugly. They were now in a difficult situation. In front of the two armies, they wanted to fight Du Ning alone, but they did not expect that Meng Jingtian would come to the end and propose a two-on-two duel. If they refused
, will inevitably be mercilessly ridiculed by everyone in the Xue Family Army, which will damage the prestige and morale of the Wu Luo Army.
Under the public gaze, as the commander-in-chief of the Wuluo Army, it is really difficult to refuse, otherwise they will lose their lives.
"You, the Wuluo Army, are not going too far by invading my human territory. I, Du, said something about you in front of the two armies, which is just going too far. It's ridiculous!"
Du Ning said disapprovingly: "Okay! Let's assume that I have bullied others too much. Then I would like to ask you two, I have already bullied you, what are you doing?"
Ye Lingkong's chest rose and fell violently, and now it was Du Ning who pressed forward step by step. It was simply unbearable.
"I'm afraid that if you don't succeed, since we are both in the fourth level, I don't believe that you will be our opponents, so we accept the challenge!"
Ye Lingkong finally agreed, with a strong murderous intention in his eyes and extremely angry in his heart. It was obvious that he had used provoking methods on Du Ning, trying to get Du Ning to fight Wan Jianxiong so that he could take an advantage, but the result was the opposite.
Being provoked by Du Ning's words was simply a great humiliation.
Hearing Ye Lingkong's words, Wan Jianxiong could no longer be afraid, and immediately responded: "Since you want two versus two, then we will make it happen for you. Our Wuluo Army will win this battle!"
"The Wuluo Army will win! The Wuluo Army will win!"
Everyone in the Wuluo Army shouted in unison.
Xue Shijing held up his hands to Du Ning and Meng Jingtian and said: "Du Jun, Mr. Meng, I leave this battle to you two."
"I am willing to die for the human race!"
Du Ning and Meng Jingtian said in unison, and then they both rose up from their feet and flew into the air.
Wan Jianxiong and Ye Lingkong looked at each other, then their bodies glowed brightly and they flew out of the city gate.
"The human race will win!" Xue Shijing shouted.
"The human race will win! The human race will win!"
Xue Jiajun also cheered for Du Ning and Meng Jingtian.
"May I ask Mr. Du, which enemy general do you want to deal with?" Meng Jingtian suddenly asked.
"casual."
Du Ning smiled and asked, "Where is Mr. Meng?"
"I'm fine too."
Meng Jingtian shook his sleeves slightly, looking very calm and calm.
Hearing what the two said, Wan Jianxiong and Ye Ling were very upset. They were actually despised by two people at the same time. This was definitely a huge provocation to them.
"Hmph, I don't care who you want to fight. Anyway, I'm going to behead Yun Qijun with my own hands."
Wan Jianxiong raised his hand, and under the flickering light, a sword with golden light appeared. He pointed at Du Ning and said to Ye Lingkong: "Leave it to me, Mr. Yunqi, and you will be responsible for dealing with Meng Jingtian. Brother Ye Ling should not have any
Objection?"
"Of course not. Both of them are great scholars, so there is no difference to me."
Ye Lingkong happily agreed, then waved his hand and offered up a golden ax magic weapon, which swelled in the wind and became as large as ten feet.
"Please Meng Daru take my axe!"
Ye Lingkong cast the magic of the Rakshasa tribe and controlled his golden giant ax to strike Meng Jingtian.
"Then let Meng learn about your magical power."
Meng Jingtian opened his mouth and spat out a dazzling purple sword light, making a "bang" sound like a thunderous explosion. The sword light burst out like electricity with an astonishing momentum.
The next moment, the ancient sword and the golden giant ax clashed in the air, making an extremely fierce sonorous sound, and there was also the sound of thunder. They were fighting in the air, and for a moment they were evenly matched.
"This is Mr. Meng's ancient thunder sword. I heard that Mr. Meng once broke through thunder with his sword, making the ancient sword gain the power of thunder. It's true." Xue Shijing's eyes shone.
"Nothing more than that."
Ye Lingkong sneered, opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood essence that merged into the golden giant axe.
Suddenly, a powerful coercion surged out, forcefully knocking back the thundering ancient sword.
"Well played!"
Wu Luojun shouted.
"The scholar from the Yasheng family looks like he is showing off his teeth and claws, but he turns out to be just a paper tiger."
"Do you think you are so powerful that you can only get beaten in front of our Archmage?"
"A great scholar, but nothing more than that."
Many people in the Wuluo Army held their heads high, showing expressions of contempt and disdain.
"Haha, brother Ye Ling played well, it's my turn to perform next."
Wan Jianxiong was overjoyed when he saw this. He waved his sword and flew towards Du Ning.
"Du Ning, suffer death!"
Wan Jianxiong slashed out with his sword, and a powerful sword energy that was about ten feet long appeared. This sword was so powerful that it seemed to be able to split the heaven and the earth.
"Young little guy."
Du Ning quickly drew out the ancient Kunlun sword, turning it into a silvery white light to fight Wan Jianxiong's attack.
Seeing this scene, Wan Jianxiong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a bit of ridicule, but did not take Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword seriously.
