Only by inserting the ink stick into the inkstone can the ink be ground out. After the brush is dipped in ink, it can automatically write on the page.

"The four realms of calligraphy! A divine stroke!"

"It's actually a stroke of genius! That's something only a great scholar can do!"

"Oh my god! I didn't expect that Du Jun was just in the realm of bachelor's degree, and he could master the magic stroke. It's really eye-opening!"

"Genius! Genius! This is the real genius!"

Many generals of the human race are all amazed. The magical pen is the fourth level of calligraphy, which is extremely difficult to achieve.

But Du Ning's calligraphy already has the style of everyone else, majestic and majestic, as if it were made entirely from nature, with each stroke showing sharpness and each stroke hiding sharpness. This style of font is extremely rare in the Holy Forest Continent.

With the help of the magic pen, there is no need to use hands to write war poems.

In just a blink of an eye, I wrote a war poem "The Sword of Kunlun".

With the blessing of the power of the war poem, the power of the Kunlun Ancient Sword instantly doubled.

"Boom!"

The Black Evil Sword was instantly repulsed by the Kunlun Ancient Sword, and at the same time, an extremely obvious gap appeared on the blade.

"This is impossible!"

Mingchang turned pale in shock. His magic weapon was actually defeated by the Kunlun Ancient Sword, and he was partially traumatized. This situation was completely beyond his imagination.

The Kunlun Ancient Sword's offensive became more and more fierce, bursting out with very powerful force, and the Black Evil Sword was too busy parrying to fight back.

"Damn it! How could this happen? It shouldn't be! Why can't my magic weapon even defeat the scholar's ancient sword? Is my cultivation and strength inferior to that of a human grandmaster?"

Mingchang was a little doubtful about life at this moment, because no matter how he looked for excuses, no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he could not escape the reality that Du Ning was stronger than him, the great mage of the Rakshasa tribe.
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"No! The Black Evil Sword is about to be unable to withstand it. I have to retreat quickly!"

Mingchang saw that the Black Evil Sword could no longer resist, so he took away his magic weapon and quickly withdrew to his army camp.

Du Ning did not pursue. Once he got close to the enemy's lineup, all the magical powers and spells of the opponent's Rakshasa clan would be aimed at the Kunlun Ancient Sword. You must not do such a stupid thing.

"Archmage, why did you escape?"

Du Ning looked at the other party and asked, "Didn't you say that my cultivation level is not your match? You shouldn't run away."

Mingchang's face turned red for a while, and he almost wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"It seems like you are no match for me." Du Ning smiled proudly.

"Du Ning, shut up!"

Ming Chang's eyes were blood red, and he couldn't bear how Du Ning humiliated him. What made Ming Chang angry the most was that as a great mage of the Rakshasa tribe, his strength was even slightly inferior to that of Du Ning.

This is really too absurd and ridiculous!

"You are angry, you are really angry."

Du Ning smiled and said: "You are angry for the humiliation you have suffered, and even more angry for your own incompetence."

"Du Ning, I am not in good condition today. I don't have time to waste time with you here. I don't want to accompany you now. Next, I will officially launch an attack. I would like to see how we, the Rakshasa clan, treat us.

When we capture the border of your Yun Kingdom, can you, as a dignified human noble, still laugh!"

Mingchang was as angry as a wolf and a tiger, and many Rakshasa soldiers and generals were also furious.

"The three armies obey the order and attack the city for me!"

Mingchang was hysterical and issued the order to attack the city.

"Brothers, the human race has humiliated our noble Rakshasa tribe so much, then we will let these despicable human races know how powerful we are!"

"Capture the city, kill Du Ning, and take revenge!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill"

Many Rakshasa tribesmen had long been unable to bear the humiliation. Now, after receiving Mingchang's order, they immediately let out earth-shattering shouts of killing. Accompanied by the roar of war horses, the Rakshasa tribe's army attacked the border city of Yun Kingdom.<

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Mingchang is extremely confident in the Rakshasa army. He believes that with the strength of the Rakshasa army, they will be able to successfully attack the border city of Yun State.

At that time, Mingchang will have the opportunity to kill Du Ning and avenge his shame.

Thinking of this, Mingchang became extremely excited.

Although it has not been able to dampen the morale of the Yun Kingdom, the strength of the Rakshasa clan cannot be underestimated.

No matter how powerful the soldiers and horses of the Yun Kingdom are in battle, can they still compare with the Rakshasa army?

Mingchang didn't think about that at all. In his understanding, it was simply impossible.

"Haha... did you see it? This is the powerful army of our Rakshasa tribe. Let's see how you humans can resist it!"

Mingchang couldn't help laughing, his self-confidence was extremely high, and he showed deep contempt and disdain to the many generals guarding the city on the human border city wall.

Seeing this scene, Du Ning slowly flew back to the city wall with smooth blue clouds rising from his feet. He looked at the dark Rakshasa army launching an attack and raised a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Prepare secret artillery and wait for the enemy to approach and kill them immediately." Du Ning issued the military order.

"Get the order."

The generals around him immediately conveyed Duning's order quickly.

"Come on! Brothers! Victory belongs to us!" the vanguard of the Rakshasa tribe roared.

"Victory belongs to us!"

"Victory belongs to us!"

Countless Rakshasa tribesmen also shouted in unison, their morale rising, and the weapons in their hands shone with cold light.

But they didn't pay too much attention. The mysterious cannon on the city wall was already aimed at the Rakshasa army below the city.

In their eyes, the things on the city wall are just a pile of scrap metal used for decoration.

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