Chapter 809: The Way of Control Is the Way of King
Just because the talent barrier resisted for a breath, the Shanhe Fan had already flown back to Cao Gongping's hand. Seeing this, Cao Gongping quickly placed the folding fan across his chest to block the arrows.
Just a "dang" sound was heard, and the arrow collided with the folding fan, making a crisp sound. The arrow was blocked by the folding fan, but the huge force caused Cao Gongping's figure to retreat again, and his feet drew two lines on the ring. Deep marks.
When Yang Kelie saw this, he did not stop. He inserted the long-handled sword in his right hand into the ground. He saw that he was holding a bow in his left hand, and he continuously pulled the bow string with his right hand. Long arrows made of aqua-blue talent continued to shoot out, pouring towards him like a heavy rain. Cao Gongping. Cao Gongping could only wave his folding fan to resist the attacks of arrows.
Yang Kelie's archery skills were extremely precise, and every arrow hit Cao Gongping's vitals, making it impossible for him to avoid it.
For a moment, Cao Gongping fell into a passive position. He could only passively resist the arrow attack and was unable to launch an effective counterattack.
"Damn it!"
Cao Gongping cursed in his heart. As the chief of Tianguan Academy, when had he ever been so aggrieved? The aura on his body could no longer be concealed.
"The way of imperial control governs all things!"
Cao Gongping's violent shout echoed like thunder over the ring, as if the whole world was shaking at this moment. His figure elongated under the afterglow of the setting sun, and his aura surged. He was like an emperor from ancient times, standing on the stars and looking down at all the living beings under his feet.
This power transcended the shackles of the mortal world and reached the sky, making everything around it feel the majesty and oppression from the king.
The folding fan in his hand gently unfolded, and the originally static scroll of mountains and rivers seemed to be given life, leaping onto it, more lifelike than before. Every stroke, every stroke, contains the weight and majesty of mountains and rivers, and the momentum soars into the sky, causing the surrounding air to boil.
The mountains and rivers in the scroll are no longer flat paintings, but have turned into flowing shadows, surrounding Cao Gongping, instantly transforming him from a gentle scholar to an emperor wearing the dragon robe of mountains and rivers. The majesty is so majestic that people dare not look directly at it.
"The way of imperial control changes the color of mountains and rivers!
"His expression was stern, his eyes were shining with unquestionable light, and he quickly formed seals with his hands. At this moment, the phantoms of the mountains and rivers behind him exploded and turned into fragments all over the sky. Each piece was like a falling star, carrying the emperor's endless anger and power. , sweeping the entire arena.
These fragments intertwined into a huge net in the air, covering all living creatures, making people feel fearful, as if the whole world was trembling at this moment.
"With the king's wrath, mountains and rivers are shattered, and everything is in ruins!" As his words fell, the scroll of mountains and rivers on the folding fan collapsed again, turning into countless sharp blades. These blades were no longer dead objects, but seemed to have been given life. Life, with the momentum of destruction, shot straight at Yang Kelie who was not far away.
Wherever the sharp blade passed, the air was torn into cracks, and the feather arrows that were originally flying above the arena were instantly turned into powder under the force. The remaining power remained undiminished, pointing directly at Yang Kelie's heart.
When Yang Kelie saw this, his eyes were as bright as fire and he reacted quickly. He thrust out his right hand, causing the ground to tremble, and he held the long-handled sword firmly.
The Pan Zi Jue in his body was operating to the extreme, and mountains began to condense around him. Each mountain looked like a real existence, layered on top of each other, indestructible, trying to block the overwhelming sharp blade.
However, the power of these sharp blades far exceeded Yang Kelie's expectations. They were like an emperor's personal march, unstoppable, with an irresistible intention of destruction, directly defeating Yang Kelie's carefully arranged defense. He staggered and retreated continuously, each step seemed extremely difficult. "The way of the emperor, the will of the king!"
Cao Gongping roared angrily again, exuding an even stronger force of will. This power seemed to have materialized, closely connecting him with the arena, making him seem to be the master of this world.
As his angry roar rang out, those sharp blades seemed to have been summoned by some kind, becoming more sharp and terrifying, and with an indescribable aura of destruction, they shot at Yang Kelie again.
"Pan Zi Jue, mountains and mountains!"
When Yang Kelie saw this, he was not to be outdone. He clenched his teeth, and his words were sonorous and powerful. His pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and several "pan" characters jumped into the air. These "pan" characters seem to have spirituality, turning into endless mountains in the air, arranged layer upon layer, each mountain exuding a heavy atmosphere and firm will.
These mountains stood in front of Yang Kelie like a series of solid barriers, blocking the attack of the sharp blade.
The sharp blade and the mountain continuously collided together, making a deafening roar that shook the entire arena. Although the mountains are constantly crumbling, Yang Kelie's figure still stands as strong as the mountains. No matter how hard the blade attacks, it cannot shake him at all.
When Cao Gongping saw this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that Yang Kelie's defense power was so terrifying and he could block his own attacks one after another.
"The way to govern is the way to be a king. Those who are not as good as me must be under my control. If you are not as good as me, how can you stop me!"
Cao Gongping shouted angrily, and in a flash, he took the initiative to attack Yang Kelie. His figure was like electricity, and every flash he made was irregular, making his movement unpredictable.
At the same time, the folding fan in his hand was like a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole. The fan bones turned into sharp blades, carrying a chilling chill and fierce murderous intent, and went straight to Yang Kelie's vital parts.
"Well done!" When Yang Kelie saw this, he was not surprised but overjoyed. What he wants now is to fight Cao Gongping in close combat. Now that the other party takes the initiative, he naturally wants it.
His body was shaken, and the energy and blood in his body surged like a river. He held the long-handled sword tightly in his right hand and faced him with a gesture of splitting Huashan with force.
A deafening sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, shaking the entire arena. Cao Gongping's folding fan collided hard with Yang Kelie's sword, and dazzling sparks erupted.
The two forces had the most direct collision at this moment, and the aftermath spread, blowing away the dust on the arena.
"His Imperial Way can actually affect my weapons?"
At this moment, Yang Kelie felt a storm in his heart. He had just collided with Cao Gongping, and he immediately felt the terrifying power coming from the opponent's folding fan, as well as the terrifying power coming from his own weapon.
The struggle and sluggishness. His knife seemed to be out of his control! Yang Kelie felt awe-inspiring in his heart and quickly dodged, trying to distance himself from Cao Gongping.
However, Cao Gongping finally seized this opportunity, so how could he let it go so easily? His figure followed him everywhere, and the folding fan in his hand followed him like a poisonous snake. Every time he waved it, it brought out a cold light and fierce murderous intent.
"The way to control is the way to control all things, and your sword is no exception!"
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