Next, Fang Yun began to use the skills he had accumulated over the years.
These skills did not only originate from the human race, but also from the Dragons, Ancient Demons, Demons, Barbarians, and even the battle techniques of other races. They all proved to be effective.
Di Lan stared at Fang Yun closely and realized that Fang Yun's attack preparation time was much slower than before, but the speed of the last stab was faster than before. Although it was less than one percent faster, it was indeed faster.
Di Lan said doubtfully, "Your power is stronger, but most of the time, we have to attack as soon as possible. You have no problem accumulating power like this, but it's only suitable for the first strike. "
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "Control your power to my level and fight with my spear."
Di Lan smiled and said, "I'm the master of spear among Half-saints. Because I was born with the power of time and space, I can temporarily distort time and space. No Half-saint is my opponent."
"You're not allowed to use holy power. Your body's power must be at my level." Fang Yun said.
"No problem, I won't use my time and space talent."
The two of them held spears and stood face to face, attracting the attention of many people.
The Four-legged Black Snake and the group of brats also noticed that the two of them were actually sparring and immediately rushed over excitedly.
The youth who was practicing the battle formation also stopped and rested while watching Fang Yun and Di Lan.
The two of them quickly exchanged blows. Because they could not use powerful strength, the battle did not look beautiful.
At first, the crowd felt that it was not very interesting. After all, they were used to seeing the battle of Half-saints. But after watching for a while, they could not help but widen their eyes.
The spear in Fang Yun's hand was like the most vicious viper. It could always find Di Lan's loophole and carry out the most accurate and destructive attack.
Di Lan was a Half-saint after all. His overall strength was far stronger than Fang Yun, so he could always easily dodge every time.
However, after the two of them exchanged more than thirty moves, Di Lan's forehead began to sweat.
Half-saint was sweating!
At this time, everyone discovered an unbelievable scene. Fang Yun kept advancing, while Di Lan kept retreating!
If one only looked at Di Lan, one would not see any problems. But if one compared it to Fang Yun, one would discover that Di Lan was simply a clumsy child. Fang Yun simply kept suppressing Di Lan.
The nearby Great Sages also revealed curious expressions.
Because Di Lan was very strong, even if a Great Sage controlled his power to this extent, Di Lan still had the power to fight back.
But now, Di Lan was completely defending with all his might, unable to stab out a single spear.
"Stop!" At the hundredth move, Di Lan finally shouted to stop. He threw the spear on the ground and panted lightly.
Those brats blinked their eyes, not knowing what happened to make Di Lan so tired.
"Do you understand?" Fang Yun leaned on his spear and slowly shrank back to his original size.
Di Lan nodded seriously and said, "I understand. On the surface, you're better than me in terms of body control skills, but in reality, when you're using skills, you're thinking, or rather, making judgments, not just relying on battle instincts. This is almost equivalent to someone outside of our battle, instructing you to attack me. "
Fang Yun nodded and said, "If it's a battle below Half-saint, this kind of thinking before attacking is very stupid. But for Half-saint, this level of thinking is beneficial and harmless."
"But, I tried it in the end and found that it would drag down the battle instead."
"Very simple, you're not used to thinking and fighting at the same time. When you're used to it, I'm definitely not your opponent. "Fang Yun dao.
In reality, the way of thinking in battle was completely the way of a scholar's battle. Other races might have it, but they did not implement it. Because most races were good at close combat, and there was no time to think in the process of close combat.
Those races fought like that since they were young, causing them to not change their habits even after being bestowed a saint.
In reality, the human saints had long experimented. After being bestowed a saint, relying on their powerful holy will, they could completely think and fight at the same time.
"Really?" Di Lan was a bit doubtful.
Fang Yun dao said, "You can ask the holy ancestor to deduce, or choose some young children to practice. They are the easiest to improve, you young Half-saint are the ones who are hard to change."
"I'll practice!" Di Qian was the first to shout.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Actually, the most suitable thing for you Emperor race is not a spear, but a … soft spear."
Fang Yun was helpless. He wanted to say long spear, but he couldn't say it at all. It was clear that there were no spears in this era.
Although spears and lances looked similar in appearance, they were worlds apart. For the powerful Emperor race, there were more ways to fight with spears. The body of a spear was tough and not as hard as a spear. If they could completely master it, they would be able to unleash great power.
"How soft is soft?" Di Lan asked.
"I need to try it bit by bit, and I also need your Emperor race to participate. As long as you can make a suitable soft spear, I believe that with the intelligence of the Emperor race, you will quickly become proficient and realize the benefits of the soft spear." Fang Yun dao.
Di Lan was hesitating when Di Han's voice sounded, "Di Lan, bring him to the armory. You can mobilize anyone and materials to make soft spears."
"Understood!"
Di Lan immediately brought Fang Yun to the armory.
Just a day later, the first batch of spears suitable for the Emperor race was made.
The spear was softer than the spear, and there was a big difference between the spearhead and the spearhead, so much so that the young Half-saint who had just started to practice the spear all complained incessantly, saying that it was not as good as the spear.
Fang Yun did not argue and continued to teach them. After all, a month with a rod, a year with a blade, and a lifetime with a spear. Not to mention them, his grasp of the spear could only be said to be average.
He taught for three days, but the young Half-saint were still not used to it.
Fang Yun frowned helplessly. Compared to the Half-saint of the human race, the young Half-saint of the Emperor race were simply a group of idiots.
However, a turning point appeared. Di Han personally learned from Fang Yun.
Just a day later, Di Han had grasped the essence of the long spear, and was even stronger than Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked at Di Han waving the long spear in front of him and heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the wisdom of the Emperor race's Half-saint was not inferior to the Half-saint of the human race.
The other Emperor race members also stared at Di Han with wide eyes, clicking their tongues in wonder. Di Han's long spear was too strong, and his attack methods were extremely rich, far surpassing the long spear.
Suddenly, Di Han's right hand shook, and his holy power erupted. The long spear exploded, turning into a cone-shaped black tornado that pierced straight ahead, piercing through space and disappearing without a trace.
The most terrifying thing was not that the space was pierced through, but that the edges of the space that was pierced through were very neat, and there were no cracks that extended outwards. At the same time, a black void hole was formed, and it stabilized for a period of time before slowly closing.
Everyone held their breaths. This power seemed to be close to Di Han's full-strength attack, but he had clearly just casually attacked.
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