All the ancient demon war souls were trembling. At this moment, Fang Yun was like a demon king in the Sea of Sin, devouring all the war souls.
The Water Race in the Sea of Sin City were ashamed. They realized that all the war souls were nothing in front of Fang Yun.
Under the intimidation of Fang Yun's various powers, the Emperors were not much stronger than ordinary Great Demon Kings.
The Ancient Corpse Emperors were not weakened at all. They protected Fang Yun firmly.
However, the Ancient Corpse Emperors were not the biggest headache for the ancient demon war souls. Although the Ancient Corpse Emperors were strong, they were traceable.
Fang Yun's Frost Sword Light was different. It was dozens of miles long and was fast. It was hard to detect in the chaotic water. Once it was detected, the Frost Sword Light would be right in front of it. There was no way to avoid it.
Three thousand guests drunk with flowers, one sword cold with frost.
No Emperor's body could block the Frost Sword Light.
'For Fang Yun' was a battle poem handed down by the great Confucian. It was the pinnacle of human battle poems!
Many humans believed that Fang Yun's other poems could surpass Li Wenying's, but his battle poems could never be surpassed.
No matter how strong Fang Yun was, none of the Half-saint clones made any moves. Even if they wanted to sneak up on him, they were stopped by the Lord of Plague.
The battle continued.
One day, two days, three days …
Both sides were tired, but Fang Yun was still fighting. Other than occasionally closing his eyes and falling into a short sleep, he was still fighting.
At this moment, the Water Race and Ancient Demon Kings realized that Fang Yun might not be talented enough in the battle with the Half-saint clones, but it was definitely not as exaggerated as what he had shown.
The Lord of Plague, who had been silent for three days, finally spoke, "It seems that we have underestimated you. Your arrogance and conceit were to lure us Half-saint clones, right? "
Fang Yun smiled faintly and scanned the crowd. "The heavens are with me, and my heart is clear! I may have all kinds of shortcomings, but I will never be arrogant in this life. Because every person I met who became arrogant was eventually trampled under the feet of an enemy who was far inferior to them. They were crushed into the mud and trampled! I, Fang Yun, may die one day because of my lack of strength, but I will not lose because of my arrogance! "
The Lord of Pestilence said, "As expected, you were able to return to Sinful Sea City at any time. In order to make your act more realistic, in order to lure us in, you purposely reserved only a minimum amount of physical strength, talent, and other powers, making you look exhausted. But now, you can't return to Sinful Sea City. You've been giving it your all since the beginning, not wasting a single bit of your talent. You didn't purposely create any openings, afraid that we would seize the opportunity. I finally understand that your success was not a coincidence. "
Many Rulers and Demon Kings from the 2 races were unconvinced, but every incarnation of Half-saint nodded slightly.
"I'm just doing what I should do, but it's not good enough. I've always been humble in my studies, so I'll definitely be more outstanding!" Fang Yun spoke his true thoughts frankly.
At this moment, no one thought that Fang Yun was being arrogant or conceited.
"I finally understand why Barbarian Soldier was willing to sacrifice his life to kill you. Perhaps he saw the most terrifying side of you from the information he got from the Demon Realm. What a good 'my heart is clear'. Thinking about it carefully, there are endless reasons behind it. This dao is already above any Half-saint. Therefore, you must die! Even if all the incarnations of the Demon Realm die, even if we can't take anything from Dragon City, we must kill you! If we let you continue to grow, you'll be the calamity of the Demon Realm! You'll be the end of the world! "
"Thank you for the praise, but I'm not moved at all." Fang Yun said expressionlessly.
The Lord of Pestilence took a deep breath and slowly said, "Everyone, let's attack. We can't let him continue."
"Yes!"
More than 90 Half-saint incarnations stood in four different directions, a hundred miles away from Fang Yun, and launched an ultra-long range attack.
Strange streams of light flew out from all directions, flying toward Fang Yun. When they got close to Fang Yun, the streams of light turned into all kinds of power.
There were blood-stained spears, broken bronze swords, huge claws, terrifying wolf heads, poisonous fog, lightning nets, hundred-mile-tall mountains, and thousand-meter-long giant fists …
Even the Emperors couldn't threaten Fang Yun from such a long distance, but they were Half-saint incarnations.
All of their attacks contained Holy Qi and even Holy Power.
This one attack was like breaking dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. The soldiers around Fang Yun all collapsed, and more than half of the hundred Ancient Corpse Emperors were killed in an instant. Fang Yun's defensive poems shattered one after another. In the end, Fang Yun had no choice but to withdraw the Blood World and turn it into a miniature transparent shield to protect himself.
The power of the incarnations was weakened layer by layer. When they landed on Fang Yun's shield, there was no ripple at all.
When the Marine Tribe in Sinful Sea City saw this, they secretly cheered for Fang Yun.
"Use the same method to deal with Fang Yun!" The Lord of Plague's voice spread throughout the battlefield.
The scene that Fang Yun was most worried about happened. Under the control of the ancient demon Half-saint incarnations, a large number of ancient demon war souls lost their minds. They were no longer afraid of Fang Yun's Mountain of Stars. They rushed toward Fang Yun in groups, and once they were about to be killed, they would immediately self-destruct.
Therefore, the place where Fang Yun was seemed to have become a firework explosion. The densely packed ancient demons kept exploding there, and the power of the Half-saint incarnations flew over without stopping.
After only an hour, cracks appeared in Fang Yun's Home Country.
After two hours, the Boat of Sand's defensive power was severely weakened.
After three hours, the West Sea Crown's control of the sea was less than 20% of the original.
After four hours, the Home Country was slightly damaged. External forces continuously entered through the damaged area and landed on Fang Yun's body. Fortunately, Fang Yun was protected by the battle armor, but he was still beaten until he vomited blood.
Fang Yun started to pant heavily, and his voice was a little hoarse. This was almost impossible for a literary hero emperor.
The Marine Tribe in the city looked at Fang Yun with dim eyes. Without a doubt, Fang Yun could not hold on for another hour.
Even if there were 100 ancient corpse emperors, it would not be of any help.
Suddenly, Fang Yun's Home Country emitted an ear-piercing sound. Then, a quarter of the Home Country's outer shell shattered, and the rest of it cracked.
Fang Yun stood in the water. His hair rippled with the seawater, and his tattered clothes fluttered, but his face was still determined.
Fang Yun suddenly injected power into the Boat of Sand. Layers of translucent sand walls rose into the sky to protect him.
"Be careful, don't let him escape!" the Plague Lord shouted.
The saint clones attacked while staring at Fang Yun.
In front of Fang Yun, five pale golden pages were lined up. The ink tortoise was beside him, and the ink lady was spitting ink. Everything that could strengthen a battle poem was displayed.
Fang Yun was holding the Zixia Brush. On the broken Half-saint brush stood a small old man, the Brush Elder.
The Four Wonders of the Study reappeared in the light of day!
Fang Yun wrote a very ordinary battle poem on the first page. Even the Half-saint present could recite it, "Ode to the People of Qin".
The north wind blows through the gates of Qin,
The iron clothes reflect the snow, and the night is even colder.
Swallowing the six states to build achievements,
Lying dead in the north, guarding the rivers and mountains!
Then came the second, the Grand Scholar battle poem, "Jade Gate Pass".
The Yellow River is far away among the white clouds,
A lonely city thousands of mountains,
Why blame the willow for the Qiang flute,
The spring breeze does not cross the Jade Gate Pass.
The third, the Hanlin battle poem, "Breaking Loulan".
The dark snow mountain of Qinghai,
The lonely city looks at the Jade Gate Pass.
The yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles,
Breaking Loulan will not return!
The fourth, the Grand Scholar battle poem, "Li Guang Song".
The bright moon of Qin and Han dynasties,
The long march of thousands of miles has not returned.
But the general Long Chengfei is here,
He does not teach the horse to cross the Yin Mountain.
In front of Fang Yun, there was a fifth blank page.
The saint clones immediately remembered that in the Two Worlds Mountain, Fang Yun had made four consecutive battle poems that shocked the two worlds. However, at that time, it was covered by the power of the Book of Changes. Only later did they know the true form of the four battle poems.
Every poem had a Great Wall.
Some of the Half-saint clones smiled indifferently. They all remembered that the four consecutive battle poems were very powerful. It summoned the famous general Li Guang, who was surrounded by enemies and killed many demon kings.
However, the saint clones did not care. The four consecutive battle poems were only used to defeat demon kings. Now, even if it became an unprecedented five consecutive battle poem, it could only kill great demon kings. Even if they thought highly of Fang Yun because of the Four Wonders of Literature, no matter how powerful the five consecutive battle poems were, killing an emperor was already the limit.
The real deciding factor of this battle was not the great demon kings or the emperors, but the hundred Half-saint clones.
The Lord of Plague smiled and said, "When he finishes writing the fifth battle poem, the hundred saint clones will attack together! Although he has the Four Wonders of Literature, he is not a Half-saint. He will not be able to unleash its true power. "
All the Half-saint clones raised their heads high. Victory was in their hands.
After Fang Yun finished writing the fourth battle poem, he raised his head and looked at the saint clones with a calm gaze. Then, he put down his pen heavily.
The King of Qin sweeps the world, how majestic is he!
Waving his sword to seal the floating clouds, all the feudal lords come to the west!
When the fourth line of the poem was written, the few Half-saint clones who were well-versed in human poetry had a drastic change in expression.
The first four lines were about the human race's first emperor, Ying Zheng, who led the Qin State to attack the six nations of the Saint Origin Continent. His majesty was shocking, majestic, and majestic!
After defeating the six nations, all the nobles were captured and had to go to Xianyang. At this moment, Qin Shihuang was already the ruler of the world. He held the Emperor's Sword and controlled the fate of the Qin Dynasty. With a wave of his sword, he could destroy the endless floating clouds in the sky.
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