"I heard that Fang Yun is very courageous. You have to be careful," Gui Ao said.
"Don't worry. I know that his courage has reached the second realm. If it were a few decades later, I wouldn't dare to fight with him. But now, he's nothing to be afraid of. "
Gui Ao nodded and suddenly said, "Speaking of which, Lord Ming Le also entered the Three Valleys Ancient Land, but he couldn't kill Fang Yun. It's a little strange."
"Those Grand Scholars probably used some special method to block Lord Ming Le's reputation."
As they spoke, the body of the Giant Lizard Demon Commander disappeared, and the second Bear Demon Commander, Xiong Shi, entered the battlefield.
Fang Yun and Xiong Shi looked at each other.
Xiong Shi looked at Fang Yun's calm eyes and suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body. He had a feeling that in Fang Yun's eyes, he was already a corpse.
Even though Xiong Shi possessed the bloodline of the Ancestor God, he couldn't help but be alarmed when he recalled what had just happened. It wasn't surprising that Fang Yun had defeated the Fey before him, but it was terrifying that he had won so easily.
However, as a Demon Commander with the bloodline of the Ancestor God, even if he wasn't a direct descendant of the Ancestor God, he still had supreme glory.
"Roar …" Xiong Shi roared, and his blood and killing intent condensed into a hard armor. He rushed toward Fang Yun like a giant war bear.
Fang Yun was calm, and his expression didn't change at all. He didn't even use other battle poems and continued to write the Treasure Sword Chant.
Xiong Shi looked at Fang Yun, and his heart grew colder. He realized that in addition to hiding his killing intent, Fang Yun was also very confident.
Gui Ao gritted his teeth and said, "No. We have to kill him! You may not have noticed it, but every time he writes the Song of the Treasure Sword, his confidence increases. Every time he kills a demon, his confidence increases. Every time he kills a demon, his confidence increases. In the end, even if he's not as strong as us, he still has a chance to win because his aura has been formed! "
"Great aura? He is actually able to nurture the Great Qi of a Saint? "
"No, he can't be considered a great aura yet. He's just accumulating a strong aura. The scariest thing was not killing them. The scariest thing was … Once he won nine matches in a row, his confidence, willpower, and aura would rise to another level. In the future, he would be a huge threat to the other demon clans. As long as he continued to win, he would always have an advantage against the Yao Clan. Demon Emperor, Dragon King Zhenhai. Ao Yuwei, as well as the descendants of the Elder God, have created a legend of being invincible amongst their peers. "
"Look, they're fighting …"
The True Dragon Sword appeared and sliced through the air. Its power was even greater than when it killed the Giant Lizard Demonic Commander!
"The monster race is undefeatable!" Xiong Shi roared, going all out.
Fang Yun's eyes were cold.
The first sword cut off Xiong Shi's left leg.
The second sword cut through Xiong Shi's waist.
The third sword. Xiong Shi's head flew up.
"Next!" Fang Yun's voice was as calm as ever.
The third Demonic Commander, Ying Lu, stood within the blood red halo, its legs trembling slightly.
A blood-colored halo flashed, and Ying Lu appeared on the battlefield. It let out a cry and immediately flew high into the air. Then, it continued to hover at an altitude of two thousand feet.
Fang Yun waited patiently.
A hundred breaths passed. Five hundred breaths passed. Fifteen minutes passed …
Fang Yun raised his head and looked at Ying Lu. He said with a thunderous voice, "Come down. I'll give you a quick death. "
"I'm a demon, how can I listen to you!? Aren't you very good at fighting with words? If you have the ability, why don't you attack me from two thousand feet away? Even if you can attack me. I want to see how much strength you have left. "
The three Demonic Marquises outside the battlefield felt extremely embarrassed, but they couldn't blame Ying Lu. Fang Yun was definitely invincible under Demonic Marquis Han Lin.
"As you wish!" Fang Yun wrote the [Treasured Sword Chant] for the sixth time. He spat out the True Dragon Sword for the sixth time.
The ancient sword flew into the sky, and the eagle demon let out a long cry.
Four breaths later, eagle feathers fell from the sky like rain. The huge eagle demon's corpse fell from the sky with a bang, turning into meat paste.
The door of the Third Valley opened. Fang Yun walked in and said, "Next!"
The three Demonic Marquises were dumbfounded. They suddenly felt that Fang Yun's momentum was complete. His body became extremely imposing, as though he was carrying mountains and rivers. It was as though he was one with the heaven and earth.
Magnificent Mountain River!
"This is bad!" The three Demonic Marquises were shocked. It wasn't that Fang Yun had truly become invincible, but that Fang Yun had left an indelible mark of invincibility in their hearts!
The three Demonic Marquises were scared before the battle even started.
"What should we do?"
The three Demonic Marquises looked at each other.
"He only has a slight hint of Magnificent Mountain River. It's definitely not complete. Otherwise, just by looking at him, we will be suppressed by the power of Magnificent Mountain River. We will lose our courage and won't even have the courage to fight him. We can only commit suicide. Don't be anxious. We will definitely win against him! "
"Yes, we are Demonic Marquises, which is equivalent to the human Hanlin. He is just a Grand Scholar. No matter how strong he is, his chances of winning are not high!"
"His True Dragon Ancient Sword is indeed strong. Demonic Generals and Demonic Commanders are not his match, but we are Demonic Marquises! Ming Qi has the ability to break guts while we have the power of Celestial Form. Not to mention being hit by the power of Celestial Form, as long as the True Dragon Ancient Sword is within ten feet of the power of Celestial Form, it will definitely shatter! Furthermore, my Celestial Form comes from the habitat of the Dragon Turtle Race, the Cold Abyss Sea. That place used to be one of the Dragon Emperor's palaces. It is much more important than the four seas where the Dragons of the Four Seas reside! "
"My Celestial Form is the sacred mountain of the Wolf Race. It has nurtured countless Wolf Saints. It is not something a normal Celestial Form can compare to."
"Ancestor bless us!" Gui Ao shouted.
"Ancestor bless us!" Ming Qi and Lang Chi shouted as well. They seemed to have dispelled the influence that Fang Yun had on them.
Ming Qi Demonic Marquis raised his head proudly and said, "My Ming Qi Demonic Marquis cherishes our feathers. We have always been mocked by the other demonic races. Since Fang Yun escaped from the battlefield, Lord Ming Le will definitely be criticized. In today's battle, I will pave the way for the two of you! "
"Could it be that you …" Gui Ao and Lang Chi were both delighted and shocked.
"Yes, I will sacrifice everything and launch a fatal attack. I will raise the power of Ming Qi's name to the strongest! Even if I can't kill him, I will be able to severely damage his literary courage. Once his literary courage is damaged, not only will his battle of words become weak, the power of his battle poems will also be reduced by half. "
"You … When we return to the Demon Realm, I will summon all the demonic races to erect a monument for you and send you to the Sacred Tree to be worshipped!"
"Many thanks. Let's go! "Ming Qi said.
Not long after. The three demonic beasts entered the Third Valley.
Fang Yun was sizing up the Third Valley. The first two valleys were for Demon Generals and Demon Commanders. Very few important figures came here personally. Therefore, the spectator stands were relatively crude and ordinary.
However, the Third Valley was a battlefield for Demon Marquises. On the mountain peak opposite the entrance of the Third Valley, there was a protruding giant circular spectator stand. A few magnificent chairs could be vaguely seen.
That was the spectator stand.
For ordinary Ancient Demon Marquises, it was an extremely honorable thing to see someone on the spectator stand during a battle.
Only a Half-saint could sit there and watch!
Fang Yun looked at the spectator stand. It was dozens of kilometers away. It had been abandoned for tens of thousands of years. It was even empty. However, it emitted a supreme majesty. It was as if an emperor was sitting there, looking down on the world.
Fang Yun realized that there were definitely many Ancient Demon Half-saint spectators there. It would not be surprising even if there were Great Sages. Furthermore, adding up the time, it was probably no less than ten years. It was enough for the Holy Will in the spectator stand to last for tens of thousands of years.
If a Half-saint could enter, as long as the spectator stand was slightly refined, it could be transformed into a treasure that was far stronger than the Great Confucian Wen's treasure. If the spectator stand was made of powerful divine items, it could even be refined into a treasure that was equivalent to a Half-saint Wen's treasure.
After Fang Yun entered, he followed the Ancient Demon's rules and used the Ancient Demon's way to bow to the spectator stand. It was a show of respect to the owner of the training ground. Furthermore, he could vaguely sense that this training ground was definitely a subsidiary of an arena. That arena was definitely not an ordinary one.
When the three Demon Marquises entered, Fang Yun did not say a word and entered the white halo.
The three Demon Marquises looked at each other and walked resolutely into the other three blood-colored halos.
With a flash of light, Fang Yun saw that he had already entered the inner arena. Ming Qi was standing five kilometers away. Behind Ming Qi was the gate of the Third Valley.
Fang Yun looked up and saw the circular spectator stand above. It blocked out the starry sky.
When the three Demon Marquises saw this scene, they felt strange.
Gui Ao, who was outside the arena, said, "The spectator stand faces south. Every time the Third Valley starts a battle, it's different from the previous two valleys. The participants will be separated into east and west. No one from the Third Valley has ever stood in the north or south."
Lang Chi said, "Maybe it's an accident."
However, Fang Yun's expression changed slightly. There was a reason why the Third Valley was separated into north and south or east and west.
Being separated into east and west was an ordinary battle. Being separated into north and south meant that the participants below the spectator stand were the home team!
The Third Valley battlefield treated Fang Yun as one of their own.
This did not seem to be a big difference, but in fact, there was a hidden mystery. Because the Demon Marquises were facing the spectator stand!
Even if the spectator stand did not have a Saint seat, it still contained a powerful Saint's Will that would affect the participants. If a Half-saint came, it was easy to imagine how much pressure the opponents would feel.
After that, Fang Yun looked at Demon Marquis Ming Qi. Previously, he could temporarily suppress Demon Marquis Ming Qi's bewildering voice in the battlefield canyon because he could use the Saint Page to materialize. However, he did not have the Saint Page now.
However, a Demon King was a Demon King, and a Demon Marquis was a Demon Marquis.
Demon Marquis Ming Qi flapped his wings and hovered in the air. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes. He said, "As expected of the human race's Xusheng, the progenitor of poetry. You easily won six battles in a row, which means that you still have strength left. Unfortunately, I heard that your Literary Courage has grown abnormally. You're a big problem for my Ming Qi clan! Today, I'll use a secret treasure that I've never used before, the Blood Flute, to take your life! I'm Ming Qi, and I'll sacrifice everything to sing a song of Ming Qi's bewildering voice! "
The moment the Ming Qi Demon Marquis finished speaking, a blood-stained flute emerged from its throat. Then, it cried out in incomparable pain as it absorbed the power of the sacrifice and unleashed the only and strongest attack of the Ming Qi Demon Marquis, the Ming Qi Demon Marquis.
An ear-piercing cry rang out. It was like a sharp blade cutting through glass, but also like the cry of a baby. It was like a demonic sound piercing through one's mind.
Demon Marquis Ming Qi's life was rapidly draining away, but a smile appeared on his face. He wanted to see Fang Yun's painful expression.
However, Fang Yun did not move, as if he could not hear Ming Qi's bewildering voice.
Demon Marquis Ming Qi widened his eyes as if he wanted to ask something.
Fang Yun smiled, but his eyes were even colder. He said slowly, "In order to let you die in peace, I'll tell you a secret. My Literary Courage has already reached the second realm. Your Ming Qi's bewildering voice is useless against me! "
Ming Qi's bewildering voice stopped abruptly. How could he be at ease!?
Demon Marquis Ming Qi erupted with intense hatred.
"You …"
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