Zhao Ke's beard tasseled, Wu Gou bright as snow.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.
Killing a Saint with each step, not leaving a single trace for ten thousand miles.
Leaving with a flick of his sleeves, hiding his achievements and fame.
Leisurely, Xin Ling drinks, unsheathing his sword and crossing his knees.
Burning Zhu Hai, holding a spear to persuade Hou Ying.
Three cups of wine, the five mountains are light.
After seeing and hearing the heat, high spirits are born.
Wielding a golden hammer to save Zhao, Handan is first shocked.
Two heroes of a thousand years, famous in Daliang City.
Even in death, their heroic bones are fragrant, not ashamed of the heroes of the world.
Who can be distinguished, only the Bible.
The Great Saint's poem was completed in an instant.
But at that moment, even those who did not understand the human language could understand the Saint Path Battle Poem that resonated with the Saint Path. It was as if Fang Yun's voice was ringing in their ears.
"Let's imagine the heroes of the human race. The heroes of the land of Yan and Zhao are the most famous. They wear simple military tassels on their heads, and on their waists are blades and swords that are as bright as snow. They ride white horses with silver saddles, and they are like shooting stars galloping on the earth."
"At this very moment, I, Fang Yun, am among the Saints, like the heroes of Yan and Zhao. With every step I take, I wield a sword, and with every sword, I kill a Saint. I can go anywhere, and no one can stop me. After killing the Saints, it would be like completing a small task, and I would leave without caring about the so-called fame. "
"Back then, Lord Xinling placed his sword in front of him and drank with the assassin Zhu Hai and the strategist Hou Ying. After drinking three cups of wine, he made a promise that was more important than the Five Mountains. When the wine was drunk, the spirit of brotherhood soared, just like Nie Zheng assassinating Han, and the white rainbow piercing the sun. To save Zhao for Lord Xinling, Hou Ying came up with a plan. Zhu Hai followed Lord Xinling and wielded his giant hammer to kill Jin Bi. He obtained the commander's seal and helped Lord Xinling defeat the Qin army, resolving the siege of Handan. The fame and achievements of the two were enough to be spread in Daliang City for a thousand years. "
"Heroes like Zhu Hai and Hou Ying, even though they are dead, their heroic spirit still lingers. They are worthy of being heroes of a hundred generations. Only the history books, which were like classics, could record the deeds of such warriors. I, Fang Yun, have surpassed all the chivalrous heroes of the past. I regard all enemies and saints as nothing. I will use my sword to kill a thousand saints! "
Great Saint Battle Techniques were all used. Stars converged and ferocious beasts gathered. Mighty power filled the sky and ferocious flames shocked the world.
The void cracked open, as if doomsday had arrived.
The Great Sages saw that Fang Yun, who had been locked down by so many Great Sage battle skills, had disappeared!
Even if the void were to tear apart, it wouldn't be able to stop this human.
Fang Yun took a step forward.
Out of the corner of his eye, a Tiger Saint suddenly saw a person appear behind the Fox Saint beside him. His white clothes were like clouds, and his black hair was like a waterfall. His every movement was endlessly elegant, and his face was endlessly charming.
That person seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. There was no killing intent around him, and his eyes were filled with emptiness.
Fang Yun's eyes reflected the world. There was no one there.
That Tiger Saint hurriedly shouted, but before he could utter his sacred will, he saw that Fox Saint had already realized what was going on. He quickly released his power and prepared to escape.
Tiger Saint saw an extremely strange scene. This scene made him unable to understand.
Fang Yun held the elongated True Dragon Saint Sword in his hand. He clearly hadn't touched Fox Saint yet, but Fox Saint suddenly closed his eyes, and his soul dissipated.
After that, Fang Yun stabbed the sword into the back of Fox Saint's head.
Fox Saint fell to the ground and died.
When Fox Saint fell to the ground, Tiger Saint suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did his perspective change when Fox Saint fell to the ground? Why did he seem to have fallen with Fox Saint?
At this time, Tiger Saint saw that Fang Yun seemed to have turned his head slightly and looked at him.
Fang Yun's eyes reflected the corpse of Tiger Saint.
Before Tiger Saint died, he finally understood that Fang Yun had killed him first, and then Fox Saint. "Isn't that me?"
"There …"
A Great Saint pointed to the place where Fox Saint and Tiger Saint's corpses were.
Fang Yun stood in the air. His white clothes were spotless, and his frost sword was not stained with blood.
"Kill him!"
All the Saints attacked desperately in horror. Countless Saint Path Mighty Power surged toward Fang Yun like a dazzling meteor shower, or a world-destroying tsunami.
Fang Yun disappeared again, avoiding all the attacks.
The power that could have broken the void and sealed all teleportation did not seem to exist.
It formed a world of its own.
Uncontrollable fear appeared on the faces of all the Saints. It turned out that the Saint Zuway was far more powerful than they had imagined.
The moment Fang Yun disappeared, all the Saints immediately moved. Some moved horizontally, some moved forward, but none of them retreated.
A Half-saint of the Kunlun Tribe rushed forward after attacking, but suddenly felt a chill at the back of his head. He turned his head and found something very strange.
He was running, but why was his corpse lying on the ground with blood gushing out from the back of his head?
Why was Fang Yun not looking at the corpse, but looking straight at him who was running?
The Half-saint's vision slowly turned black, and then he saw Fang Yun waving his hand and taking away his corpse.
"Why can I see this?" Before he died, the Half-saint did not understand why.
This was the second step.
All the Saints panicked and attacked Fang Yun again, but Fang Yun disappeared into the void again.
It was formless, traceless, silent, and colorless.
The Great Saint of Pestilence immediately rushed forward after seeing Fang Yun disappear. With his own strength, no matter how strong Fang Yun was, he could not kill him with one strike.
Suddenly, Fang Yun appeared in front of him.
The Great Saint of Pestilence was overjoyed when he saw Fang Yun slowly raising his sword. He immediately prepared to dodge and attack with the seventy-seven Saint Teeth. However, the Great Saint of Pestilence was stunned.
Why was Fang Yun carrying the seventy-seven Saint Teeth in his hand?
Why was his body completely out of his control, and why was his forehead facing the tip of the sword?
Why was this?
The Great Saint of Pestilence suddenly realized the process of the Half-saint's death. It was as if they were defenseless.
"Could it be … I have to tell all the Saints about this discovery …"
Puff …
The light in the Great Saint of Pestilence's eyes slowly dissipated. Before it dissipated, he saw Fang Yun waving his left hand and putting his complete Saint corpse into the Wen Dimension.
At the same time, Fang Yun's voice sounded in his ears. That voice seemed to have traveled through tens of thousands of years before arriving.
"Thank you for your cooperation and bringing so many Barbarian Demons to find me."
The fourth step, the fifth step, the sixth step …
One step, one moment, one strike, one kill.
In one breath, ten Saints had fallen!
In the eyes of the Saints in the distance, Fang Yun appeared in ten different places in a single breath. With just one strike, he cleanly killed a Half-saint or Great Saint. Those people did not seem to realize that they had encountered an enemy before they died.
There was no defense, no resistance, no struggle.
Their deaths were incomparably peaceful.
In this moment, the Saints in the distance felt as if the world had lost its sound and color. Even the flow of time had slowed down.
In their eyes, Fang Yun seemed to have become the center of all things, the origin of time.
All the worlds revolved around Fang Yun.
The Saints began to retreat. They retreated quickly and continuously.
Including the three Great Saints of the Emperor clan, the two Great Saints of the Royal clan, all the Great Saints who had not made a move, and all the Saints who had just made a move.
They began to flee.
"Whoever flees first will die first."
Fang Yun's gentle voice echoed in everyone's ears. It was as if a kind old gentleman was instructing his disciples to study hard. That was all.
One Saint after another fell.
It was like mowing grass in the dark night.
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