Lang Tuohuang's fur suddenly grew ten feet long, and then rolled back. A large amount of Qi, blood, and saint Qi flowed into it, interweaving into a powerful armor that was a foot thick. Then, the fiery demonic aura around him quickly condensed, and finally condensed into a blood-colored metallic armor.
When the Ancient Thunder Sword was about to hit him, Lang Tuohuang's treasure blocked the sword, and then a huge Barbarian Wolf appeared behind Lang Tuohuang.
Lang Tuohuang was only fifteen feet tall, and the Barbarian Wolf behind him was thirty feet tall. Its face was blurry, but its aura was so vast that it made people feel like they were looking at a boundless grassland or a boundless desert.
Ancestral Soul.
This was one of Lang Tuohuang's ancestors. Its body wasn't translucent, and it looked like a complete entity.
The Barbarian Wolf Ancestral Soul rippled with extremely dense saint Qi, which was far beyond the limit of any Emperor. It was only a little bit away from becoming a more powerful saint power.
The Barbarian Wolf Ancestral Soul formed a pale golden whirlwind, and when the Ancient Thunder Sword approached, it was diverted, and couldn't hit Lang Tuohuang.
Ye Hongyu's eyes narrowed.
Fang Yun also saw that in terms of power, Lang Tuohuang was not far from Thunder Mountain's Thunder Dragon, but Lang Tuohuang's fighting ability was far above Thunder Dragon's. The reason why the Barbarian Wolf Ancestral Soul could divert the Ancient Thunder Sword was because it didn't use much power, but it was very skillful.
Fang Yun and Ye Hongyu looked at each other and smiled.
One of the main reasons why they challenged Emperors was to see the true power of Emperors.
After becoming Emperors, the Barbarian Wolf Ancestral Soul would be obtained, and it was the power that Fang Yun and Ye Hongyu wanted to know the most.
After the Barbarian Wolf Ancestral Soul's power reached its peak, it suddenly pounced on Lang Tuohuang.
With a flash of godly light, a one-foot-thick layer of godly light appeared around Lang Tuo Huang's body. From the outside, Lang Tuo Huang's body looked exactly the same as the Barbarian Wolf's ancestral soul. Only his eyes belonged to him.
Lang Tuohuang crossed its arms, and its body slowly rose, standing in the air above the mountain island. The pale golden saint Qi around it formed a powerful whirlwind, and it made an ear-piercing sound.
Fang Yun and Ye Hongyu could clearly sense that Lang Tuo Huang's power hadn't increased by much, but his control of Holy Qi had reached an incredible level. The same Holy Qi in his hands could be five times or even ten times more effective than before.
Ye Hongyu reminded him, "This ancestral spirit is very powerful. It won't increase Lang Tuo Huang's Qi and blood, but it will give him battle instincts that are infinitely close to the level of Half-saint. His control of power is far superior to ours. You must be careful."
"I have a better understanding of ancestral spirits. Since he's not running away, we'll attack him as we approach him. "
Lang Tuo Huang looked down at Fang Yun with faint golden divine light rippling around his body. He looked like a heavenly god that was wandering outside the heavens. His eyes were dazed and empty.
"Fang Yun, it is your honor to die in this emperor's hands!" With that, Emperor Lang Tuo's mountain island flew towards Fang Yun.
Ye Hongyu immediately controlled the Ancient Sword of Thunder to stop it. The foot-long ancient sword's speed kept increasing, and it slashed towards Lang Tuo Huang's neck from the side.
The Ancient Sword of Thunder was terrifyingly powerful. It actually split open the divine light around Lang Tuo Huang, split open the Demonic Iron Armor, and was about to split open the innermost wolf armor. But in the next moment, Lang Tuo Huang suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed the Ancient Sword of Thunder.
Lang Tuo Huang's grab was very mysterious. It happened to be when the Ancient Sword of Thunder had exhausted its old power and was gathering new power. It also happened to be when the Ancient Sword of Thunder was "released." It was the most difficult time to withdraw it. There was no way it could retreat because it was too fast and its power was exhausted.
If it was many days ago, the Ancient Sword of Thunder would have been caught by Lang Tuo Huang. But now, the Ancient Sword of Thunder suddenly sizzled and turned into a flash of lightning. Then the lightning scattered and jumped in front of Ye Hongyu, and reformed into the Ancient Sword of Thunder.
"Demon Barbarian Ancestral Soul, truly worthy of its reputation!" Ye Hongyu was not angry, but happy instead. His battle intent became even stronger.
Fang Yun slightly frowned. His eyesight was very strong, and he could even follow Lang Tuo Huang's movements just now. However, Lang Tuo Huang's movements were too fast. It was so fast that only his eyesight could keep up.
Too fast was secondary. That angle and timing had far exceeded Fang Yun's understanding of battle. Two breaths after Lang Tuo Huang made his move, Fang Yun finally understood Lang Tuo Huang's attack.
If it took so long to understand in battle, then it would be the same as being suppressed.
This was the frightening aspect of Demon Barbarians. They were obviously stupid, but they had powerful battle instincts. Moreover, they could strengthen this battle instinct from their bloodline ancestors.
Lang Tuo Huang seemed to be very satisfied with Fang Yun and Fang Yun's reactions. He smiled slightly, bent down slightly, and punched straight at Fang Yun. A translucent blood fist wrapped in golden light left his hand and arrived outside Fang Yun's mountain island in the blink of an eye.
Fang Yun did not take it head on. Instead, he let Xing Liu block it for him.
However, Lang Tuo Huang had calculated this point. He saw that the fist contained all kinds of power. It first shattered Xing Liu's defense, then suddenly exploded and sent Xing Liu flying. The power of this attack was not particularly strong. It would not cause much damage to Xing Liu, because its target was Fang Yun.
Just as Xing Liu fell backwards, a second golden blood fist flew towards him. Different from the first golden blood fist, this fist had many layers inside, as if it was formed by countless fists.
Fang Yun immediately felt a power that made his scalp go numb. This Lang Tuo Huang actually relied on pure technique to make the power of this attack close to the Godly Image Attack!
The power of an Emperor, the realm of a Half-saint!
"So strong!"
"But, this is interesting!"
Fang Yun's eyes shone brightly as he swung the Great Confucian Scholar's Literary Treasure San Du Brush. The Great Confucian Scholar's most powerful defensive war poem, Fu of the Three Capitals, appeared. The three capitals of Wei, Shu, and Wu overlapped each other, blocking Fang Yun and the golden blood fist.
Boom boom boom …
The city flew chaotically, and the houses burst apart. The golden blood fist pierced through the three ancient capitals and headed straight for Fang Yun.
However, the golden light on the surface of the blood fist suddenly dimmed, and strands of yellow light entered the blood fist.
The power of decay!
The power of decay was to make all things decay!
No matter how powerful one's technique was, it could not resist the corrosion of time, it could not resist the passage of time.
In the end, Fang Yun did not use any more power. The power of decay madly poured into the outer wall of the Home Country, faintly showing the color of dusk.
Boom boom boom boom …
The golden blood fist landed on the outer wall of the Home Country, and in an instant, hundreds of sounds burst out. However, because the sounds were too concentrated and rapid, it was only a single sound.
This kind of blood qi technique was the best at breaking through. It caused Fang Yun's entire Home Country to be agitated, but the Home Country was finally stabilized.
The defensive line formed by the power of decay blocked the golden blood fist!
"Mighty power of the Divine Dao?" The Lang Tuo Emperor's empty eyes had a touch of color. It was as if even the Half-saint's consciousness was shocked by Fang Yun's power.
Fang Yun did not reply. His eyes lit up, and his clothes fluttered. The Book of History appeared in front of him, and the Ancient Demon Literary Platform appeared behind him.
"Swallow sound, born from the collision of stars, born from the dead stars, addicted to love, not fond of killing …"
The stone door and the long river of history appeared at the same time. A little thing the size of a human head jumped out of the stone door and the river of history.
This little thing was completely pink. It had a pair of small wings and a pig's tail on its back. Its body was a round meatball, and it timidly hid behind Fang Yun, gently flapping its wings.
It had no facial features and no limbs.
Fang Yun took out an entire mass of Saint Qi and placed it in front of Swallow Sound.
Swallow Sound's wings flapped happily, and a vortex appeared on the surface of its body, absorbing the entire mass of Saint Qi.
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