Confucian and Taoist scholar

Xiong Fei said righteously to Ming Chang: "Please let me go into battle. I will be able to kill Du Ning, avenge Dongtian Mountain, and avenge my Rakshasa clan."

"Only you? Ridiculous!"

Lu Chong glanced at Xiong Fei with disdain and said with great disdain: "For a person with your level of cultivation, don't stand up and embarrass yourself. Just go wherever you can to cool down."

"Am I embarrassed? Haha... You have to be self-aware as a person, otherwise you will die in front of the two armies. It's okay to embarrass your own people. If you embarrass our entire Rakshasa clan, then you will deserve to die." Xiong Fei retorted.

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Lu Chong and Xiong Fei looked at each other, both looking down on each other. They both believed that the other's cultivation level was weaker than theirs, and felt that only their own strength could kill Du Ning and contribute to the Rakshasa clan.

"Okay, you two should stop fighting."

Ming Chang's face showed a hint of impatience, "I naturally know which one of you two is stronger and which one is weaker."

"Your Excellency is wise."

Both of them were overjoyed, thinking that they had a high chance of being selected for battle.

"Lu Chong, I will send you into battle to duel with Du Ning. I hope you can live up to my trust and kill the Wenjun of the human race and achieve this unparalleled feat."

Xiong Fei's expression changed drastically. He couldn't believe that Ming Chang would choose Lu Chong. Doesn't this mean that in Ming Chang's eyes, Lu Chong's cultivation level is much more powerful?

"Impossible! My cultivation is obviously stronger than Lu Chong's, why didn't Mr. Mingchang choose me? I don't accept it!"

Xiong Fei roared in his heart, his face full of unwillingness.

"Haha... Thank you, Lord Mingchang, for trusting me. I will not let you down."

Lu Chong immediately accepted the order and looked at Xiong Fei triumphantly, very confident and proud.

Xiong Fei's chest rose and fell violently, unable to bear the extremely humiliating look in his eyes.

"Lord Mingchang, think twice!" Xiong Fei looked ugly.

"Shut up!"

Mingchang said displeased: "Do I still need your guidance to do my work? How about you be the commander-in-chief?"

"No, no, I don't dare. I know I'm wrong."

Xiong Fei apologized hurriedly, not daring to say a word for fear of offending Ming Chang.

Lu Chong smiled from ear to ear, thinking that Xiong Fei's attempt to compete with him for credit was simply an extremely overestimating act.

"Sir Mingchang, in a moment, my subordinates will go and take the head of the human king."

After Lu Chong finished speaking, he walked out of the Rakshasa camp very confidently and proudly and came to the opposite side of Du Ning, holding his head slightly high.

Du Ning looked at the other party, taking in the other party's cultivation and strength, and said with a smile: "Say your last words!"

Lu Chong looked at Du Ning as if he were a fool, and said contemptuously: "You should be the one to say your last words. Remember, the person who killed you is a genius of the Rakshasa tribe. My name is Lu Chong."

"I'm not interested in the name of a dying person. Now that your last words are finished, go die!"

Du Ning opened his mouth slightly and spit out a silvery ray of light. At the same time, a thunderous sound rang out, turning into the Kunlun Ancient Sword in the air, and a sharp sword energy suddenly surged in all directions.

"Ignorant child, you are not ashamed of your words. Today I will let you see the powerful magical powers of our Rakshasa tribe!"

Lu Chong raised his hand and offered his magic weapon.

It was a gray, simple long knife, exuding a strong aura of violence.

Lu Chong still had deep contempt and disdain for Du Ning in his eyes. He lightly tapped out the magic formula and slashed out with his long sword, facing Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword.

Many Rakshasa people showed joy on their faces, and some who knew the power of the Lu Chong magic weapon even held their heads high.

"Boom!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the long sword was like a piece of tofu, split in half by the Kunlun Ancient Sword, without any power to fight back.

The power of Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword is so powerful that even if it is a magic weapon that the Rakshasa tribe is proud of, few can compete with it.

"Impossible!"

Lu Chong's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face. It was his magic weapon with great power, but it was directly destroyed by the Kunlun Ancient Sword. This scene was completely beyond his understanding.

"Hugh!"

The silver sword light passed over Lu Chong's neck and returned to Du Ning's side the next moment without using a single war poem.

With a "plop", Lu Chong's head fell to the ground, with an expression of extreme disbelief. Blood spurted out from the neck. As the head rolled down, the body also fell into a pool of blood.

This scene made all the Rakshasa people widen their eyes.

"Okay!"

Di Zonghu said loudly: "Du Jun sword suppresses the Rakshasa tribe, the governor is mighty!"

"The Governor is mighty! The Governor is mighty!"

There was a burst of cheers and cheers on the city wall, and morale was like a rainbow.

"This...he killed Lu Chong with just one sword strike?"

"Impossible! They are both at the fifth level of cultivation. How come there is such a disparity in strength between the two sides?"

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

"Thankfully Lu Chong came forward. I didn't expect to be so vulnerable. It is simply a shame to our Rakshasa clan!"

The Rakshasa people were shocked and angry, but also extremely sad and angry. Lu Chong died too quickly. Not only did it not show the powerful strength of the Rakshasa clan, but it also made the Rakshasa clan's magical powers seem to be rubbish.

"Next, who will die?"

Du Ning spoke slowly, with an expression on his face that looked at the Rakshasa people as nothing more than ordinary trash.

"Presumptuous!"

Mingchang was so angry that he almost went crazy, his eyes bursting out with bursts of anger.

What a shame! This is so shameful!

He could accept that Lu Chong was killed by Du Ning, but he could not accept that Lu Chong died so simply.

This is a slap in the face! Slapping Mingchang in the face is also a slap in the face of the Rakshasa clan.

"Does anyone still dare to stand up and fight? If not, you Rakshasa clan can retreat."

Du Ning spoke as if he was condescending.

The Rakshasa tribe couldn't help but cursed at Du Ning, spitting out all kinds of ugly curse words.

Du Ning didn't say a word, but raised his middle finger to the opposite side, showing his disdain.

"Boy, you are so arrogant!" Mingchang roared angrily.

"May I ask Master Mingchang, am I qualified to challenge you now?" Du Ning asked.

"Not enough."

Mingchang responded directly. In any case, he didn't believe that Du Ning had the strength to compete with him. Wouldn't that make him look like rubbish?

It’s ridiculous for a mere fifth-level scholar to think that he can challenge a fourth-level master!

Xiong Fei next to him raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a hint of ridicule and gloating: "I have long said that with Lu Chong's cultivation and strength, he is no match for Du Ning. Now it's better. Not only did he not kill Du Ning, but he also made a contribution."

, but was killed by Du Ning with a sword, making our Rakshasa tribe a joke in the eyes of the human race. We really deserved to die!"

"That's right, that's right, if I had known this, I might as well have let Xiong Fei fly up!" Someone echoed.

Mingchang immediately said: "Okay! Since Xiong Fei is so confident, I have no choice but to send you into battle."

Xiong Fei said ecstatically: "My subordinates will not let down your great trust and trust. They will definitely kill Du Ning in front of the battle and win back the victory for our Rakshasa tribe."

"If you lose, you know the consequences." Ming Chang said fiercely.

Xiong Fei naturally knew what Ming Chang meant. If he lost to Du Ning, he would not need Ming Chang's punishment at all, but would die under Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword.

"Lu Chong underestimated Du Ning too much and did not use his full strength, so he fell in love with Du Ning and was killed by Du Ning's ancient sword. However, his subordinates will never make the same mistake as Lu Chong.

, my subordinates will use their strongest strength to kill Du Ning in one go.”

"Very good, let's go!"

"Yes!"

Xiong Fei swaggered to the front of the formation and stood opposite Du Ning. He held his head up proudly and looked at Du Ning as if he was condescending.

"Lu Chong is barely considered a genius among our Rakshasa clan. If it weren't for his carelessness, he might not have died in your hands, so don't think that killing Lu Chong is something to be proud of.

Next, you will fall into the hands of a strong Rakshasa tribe like me." Xiong Fei said with a confident smile.

Du Ning took a look at the other person and couldn't help but laugh when he saw that this person's tone was even louder than Lu Chong's, but his cultivation was completely different from Lu Chong's.

"Laugh as much as you want, you won't be able to laugh anymore after a while!" Xiong Fei said.

"Why do you Rakshasa tribe send all the mobs to the battle? It seems that your Rakshasa tribe really has no one left." Du Ning chuckled.

"Boy, what did you say? Do you dare to say that I am a rabble?" Xiong Fei was slightly angry when he heard this.

"Maybe you think your cultivation is stronger than the person in front of you, but in my eyes, there is not much difference between you."

"Haha... Don't compare me to Lu Chong. How can my cultivation level be comparable to that of a loser like him?" Xiong Fei said disdainfully.

"In my eyes, you are just as useless as that Luchong."

"Shu Zi is so outrageous!"

Xiong Fei was furious, his whole body burst with spiritual energy, and he sacrificed his magic weapon in anger.

It was a Wu Gou magic weapon, exuding a powerful aura.

"Transformation!"

Xiong Fei shouted loudly, and his magic weapon turned into a huge tiger about 10 feet long, and it flew towards Du Ning with its teeth and claws spread.

"You can actually transform magic weapons. Your magical powers are really interesting. Do you think that only your weapons can transform? Then I'll play with you."

Du Ning smiled slightly, and then recited "Sword Song", "A lonely person rests on a sword, and there is a sound in the dark night."

"People say that a sword can turn into a dragon, which will cause the wind to rise..."

As Du Ning recited war poems, he was driven by the power of witty words.

The Kunlun Ancient Sword burst out with bursts of talent, and at the same time it emitted a silver light, transforming into a silver dragon that was about ten feet long.

The ancient sword turns into a dragon!

This scene made many Rakshasa people on the opposite side change their colors.

"Readers can also transform their ancient swords into shapes!"

"How is it possible! Do they also have this kind of magical power?"

"It's the Dragon Clan again! It's the Dragon Clan again! Why do humans like dragons so much!"

After many Rakshasa people saw the silver dragon transformed from the Kunlun Ancient Sword, they immediately became furious. They were disgusted with the demon clan and even more disgusted with the dragon clan.

Especially Ming Chang, his hatred for the Dragon Clan is even more difficult to describe in words.

"This kid..."

Mingchang began to gnash his teeth, and his face became a little ugly at the same time, and Xiongfei was inexplicably worried.

The Kunlun Ancient Sword is already extremely powerful, and after it transforms into a true dragon form, it has a terrifying power that cannot be underestimated.

"Are you ignorant of your ruler? He will always act accordingly."

"There is room in a box, but Hu Weiming is unjust."

Du Ning finished reciting the war poem at an extremely fast speed, and the silver dragon surged with pressure and momentum.

"This is the "Sword Song" performed by Du Jun himself, and it truly deserves its reputation."

"I have long heard that "Song of Swords" is extremely powerful. Today I saw the original author perform it in person. We should study hard."

"Yes! Du Jun used "Sword Song" to defeat Ke Changzheng in the Liao Kingdom."

Di Zonghu and many other generals looked happy. "Sword Song" is an extremely difficult war poem to practice, and only the original author can maximize the power of this war poem.

If we can understand some of the essence, it will naturally be of great benefit to everyone.

If you learn "Sword Song" in the future, it will become much easier.

"What if your ancient sword turns into a real dragon? Is it possible that it can still be comparable to my magical power? Ridiculous! Ignorant!"

Xiong Fei didn't think that Du Ning's strength would be better than his own, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, showing an unabashed sarcasm, but he still didn't take Du Ning's strength into consideration.

"Then let me see the real chapter!"

Before Du Ning finished speaking, the silver dragon fought with the flying giant tiger.

"Boom!"

Under the head-on impact, the giant tiger took a few steps back.

"How is that possible!"

Xiong Fei's face changed drastically. He did not hesitate to go all out as soon as he made a move. The lion fought the rabbit with all his strength. The purpose was to kill Du Ning in one go, but he was defeated by the real dragon transformed by Du Ning's Kunlun Ancient Sword.

Xiong Fei felt unbelievable.

"I tell you, in front of me, you and Lu Chong are both useless," Du Ning said.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Xiong Fei was a little hysterical. If his strength was similar to Lu Chong, wouldn't he also be killed by Du Ning? Wouldn't he also bring humiliation to himself and make the Rakshasa tribe humiliated again?

This is something Xiong Fei cannot accept under any circumstances.

"Suppression!"

Du Ning gently uttered two words, and saw the silver dragon stretched out its claws and slapped it down, and its huge talent and power directly bombarded the giant tiger.

"Boom!"

The giant tiger was suppressed by the powerful force and lay motionless on the ground. It could only let out a very unwilling roar.

Immediately afterwards, the giant tiger's body collapsed with a "bang" and returned to the original body of the Wu Gou magic weapon, with several clear cracks scattered throughout.

Xiong Fei's eyes suddenly burst into tears, unable to tolerate that his magic weapon was not only suppressed by the silver dragon, but also suffered a certain degree of trauma.

This is simply a great humiliation for Xiong Fei!

The silver dragon's claws slapped again, followed by another "Kacha" sound, and the Wu Hook completely broke.

"No!"

Xiong Fei was so angry that he opened his mouth and vomited blood, and his eyes turned blood red.

This scene also made many Rakshasa people look pale.

Although they are reluctant to admit it, Du Ning and Xiong Fei are indeed very different in strength.

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