The blood of the Barbarians quickly dried up and was absorbed by the Celestial Trees along with their corpses, leaving behind only jade-like leaves.
The other Barbarians fearlessly charged at Fang Yun. Some did so because of their innate bravery, some because of the will to fight in their blood, and some because they did not wish to be placed on the Pillar of Shame.
But outside the Celestial Trees, a discordant note appeared in the Demi-human World.
Anyone who could enter the Celestial Trees was a true member of the Divine Race. Their ancestors were assuredly a Half-saint or even a Great Saint. The status of the Divine Race was equivalent to that of the Human race's Sage Clans.
But now, all the Barbarians killed by Fang Yun in the Celestial Trees were eternally dead outside the Celestial Trees.
No one cared about the deaths of several hundred descendants of the Divine Race, but the deaths of more than four thousand Divine Race Demonic Commanders in such a short time immediately alarmed the leaders of the various races.
The Divine Race Demonic Commanders and Barbarian Commanders in the Celestial Trees were assuredly the elites of their respective races, all of them disciples with a high chance of becoming Demonic Kings or even Great Demonic Kings. In the future, they would all become the upper echelons of the Demi-human World.
From a certain perspective, the deaths of four thousand Divine Race Demonic Commanders were equivalent to the Demi-human World losing one thousand Demonic Kings and several dozen Great Demonic Kings in several decades. This was a loss that could only occur in a large-scale battle, and even in Two World Mountain, such a battle would only occur once every three or four years.
The Human race had not sent a single soldier and won a large-scale battle!
The various leaders used the Moon Demon to communicate, and soon after, the entire Demi-human World was shaken. In the end, all the information was sent to the Holy Trees.
But this information was quickly suppressed, as the Saints of the Demi-human World were all working together to activate the Divine Punishment of the Moon Tree. At the final juncture, unless the Demi-human World faced a calamity of annihilation, all matters would have to be delayed.
A portion of the Divine Race Demonic Commanders received orders to enter the second level of the Celestial Trees to investigate the situation.
In the second level of the Celestial Trees, on a massive leaf twenty li long, seven-thousand-some Divine Race Demonic Commanders charged at Fang Yun. The two True Dragon Swords continued their slaughter, but the situation subtly changed. More than twenty Holy Sons of the Demon Barbarians were approaching the True Dragon Sword.
Suddenly, the True Dragon Swords swooshed away from the Holy Sons. They flew to other places and continued to kill the Demonic Beasts and Barbarians. However, their efficiency was somewhat reduced.
The Barbarian Saint Children looked disappointed. Fang Yun's True Dragon Sword was not only fast, but it also had dragon scales formed by the Talent Qi Sword Tone. Only the Saint Children and Demon Commanders could damage the dragon scales with their full strength. Ordinary Demon Commanders could not even shake the dragon scales. Without enough strength, it would be useless no matter how many times they attacked.
The power of Fang Yun's war poems was only comparable to that of ordinary Hanlin Academy students. However, the True Dragon Ancient Sword's speed and power were already comparable to the top seven Hanlin Palaces!
Although these Demon Race Saints were strong, they were still Demon Commanders. Only those Demon Marquises were qualified to compete with the Seven Halls of the Human Race.
The only thing that Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword was inferior to Han Lin's War of Words in that its power could not be released. No matter how strong it was, it could only be within the range of one sword. If Fang Yun were to become Hanlin, then with a sweep of the ancient sword, sword light would shoot out in all directions, and the efficiency of killing enemies would multiply.
It was precisely because of this shortcoming that the Demon Barbarians could dodge to a certain extent. Fang Yun's sword could only quickly kill people in a straight line. Once it made a quick turn, it would consume too much of the power of literary courage. He could not quickly make a turn after killing one person.
The Demon Barbarian Saints had already divided into two small teams, each with more than twenty people. They separately stared at Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword's main body and its replica.
The Demon Barbarians quickly rushed towards Fang Yun. The fastest thousand Demon Barbarians were already close to three hundred meters away from Fang Yun.
Fang Yun began to write the Second Realm High Scholar war poem, "Dream Battle of Wind and Rain". This poem could fuse the power of the weak water and the strange wind, and could also add on the power of literary courage. Its power was already stronger than that of ordinary Hanlin Academy war poems.
Hundreds of Frost Cavalry formed, and at the same time, an ice river appeared. Although it could not make the Demon Barbarians fall down. However, it could slow them down.
The thousand Frost Cavalry from before did not disappear and were reassembled.
Fang Yun lowered his head and wrote "Dream Battle of Wind and Rain" a second time. He hoped that the number of Frost Cavalry would reach 1500. If there were more, it would take too much talent to maintain them, and the gains would not make up for the losses.
While Fang Yun was writing the war poem, he was also controlling the True Dragon Ancient Sword with his mind. However, his control was slightly weakened.
Just as Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword's main body pierced through the body of an Elephant Demon Commander, the 24 Demon Commander Saints suddenly attacked!
At this moment, they directly burned their ancestral spirits, gathered all the blood in their body, and used their strongest demonic arts to attack the True Dragon Ancient Sword's main body.
Powerful beams of light flew towards the True Dragon Sword. Each beam of light represented the full-power attack of a Holy Son or Demon Commander. With twenty-four different powers gathered together, even Fang Yun's True Dragon Sword, which had dragon scales, would be damaged or even shattered!
On the other side, another group of Demon Commander Saints used the same method to attack the replica sword.
At this moment, they no longer cared about the lives of the nearby Barbarians.
Xiong Han moved. His body erupted with biting cold energy, and the ground within one zhang of him began to freeze. The frost energy formed was even stronger than Fang Yun's Iron Horse Glacier!
His target was the True Dragon Ancient Sword!
The Celestial Tree was different from the outside world. Even if the Verbal Sword was shattered, it would not affect Fang Yun in the outside world. However, it would affect Fang Yun in the Celestial Tree, causing his courage to be damaged, and he would no longer be able to use the Verbal Sword.
The Barbarians were determined to obtain Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword.
This was because they had already secretly communicated with each other using blood energy. Once Fang Yun used his war poem again, his control over the two swords would be greatly reduced. At this time, he would definitely be able to attack the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
Whether it was Fang Yun or the other Grand Scholars, they all understood that the Barbarian Saint Son had been holding back all this time precisely for this moment!
"Fang Yun!" The human Grand Scholars all turned to look at Fang Yun in alarm.
"It's over!" More than four Grand Scholars instinctively shouted out their true thoughts.
Fang Yun calmly smiled, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
The power of the high-grade Literary Heart's Duplicitous Words surged forth. Switch to the 《Stormy Dream Battle》 poem!
Switch to the sword-summoning poem 《Dragon Sword Poem》!
The True Dragon Ancient Sword vanished into thin air, and under the effect of the high-grade Literary Heart's rapid writing, the 《Dragon Sword Poem》 was quickly completed.
In front of the True Dragon Ancient Sword, a replica of the True Dragon Ancient Sword appeared!
The replica of the True Dragon Ancient Sword softly trembled, let out a mournful cry, and then suddenly exploded.
The ultimate technique of the Verbal Sword, Lamenting Sword Burial!
One sword turned into ten thousand swords!
The Barbarian Saint Son that had been attacking Fang Yun looked up in shock. The ten thousand swords that carried the power of the Hidden Edge also contained the power of wind and thunder. Like a dark cloud, they scattered their demonic arts and madly attacked.
Ten thousand miniature True Dragon Ancient Swords each one foot long descended from the sky!
Thud thud thud …
A series of sounds of nails being hammered into wood sounded. The twenty-four Saint Sons and the surrounding Barbarian Demons were pierced by the ten thousand swords. They did not even have time to scream before they died.
The human Grand Scholars suddenly flushed red as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Sword Burial! Sword Burial! "
"So this is the scariest part of the sword-summoning poem! Using the replica sword to bury the sword. In exchange for the most powerful attack! "
"That's not right. Look at Fang Yun, he looks a little dispirited. It seems that Sword Burial will also exhaust his talent and courage! If his courage is not as good as his, I'm afraid that Sword Burial will damage his courage! "
"That's fine too! Once Sword Burial is used, he will definitely face a predicament of certain death. If he can bury two swords at the same time, he might be able to turn the tables! And if each of the human Grand Scholars can bury two swords, the Barbarian Demons will not dare to push too hard! "
"Xiong Han has made his move!"
More than five hundred Lamenting Sword Burial attacked Xiong Han. But. All the small swords were blocked by the demonic cold air around Xiong Han's body.
Xiong Han's eyes were originally black and white, but the moment he saw the Lamenting Sword Burial, his eyes began to turn blood red. When the 24 Saints died, Xiong Han's eyes completely turned blood red.
However, Xiong Han's footsteps paused for a very short moment.
According to the plan discussed by the Barbarian Demons, even if the 24 Saints' combined attack could not defeat the True Dragon Ancient Sword, they could still injure it and greatly reduce its speed. In the end, Xiong Han would end the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
But now, not only was the True Dragon Ancient Sword unharmed, it was flying straight towards Xiong Han.
The True Dragon Ancient Sword let out a clear dragon cry.
Every Barbarian Demon realized that it was not just a sword cry. And it was Fang Yun's declaration of war!
Xiong Han hesitated for a moment, and his footsteps paused for a short moment. But in the end, he still rushed towards the True Dragon Ancient Sword and punched out.
Around Xiong Han's fist. It formed a huge wind and snow vortex with a diameter of more than ten feet. This punch contained all of Xiong Han's strength. In terms of pure destructive power. It was already equivalent to the peak strength of an ordinary Demon Marquis!
Everyone had an illusion that Xiong Han's punch could freeze ten thousand miles and pierce through the Celestial Tree!
"It's still an illusion." Fang Yun pointed at Xiong Han.
The power of the Lord's Star position exploded.
A giant frost ape with a height of ten thousand feet appeared behind Fang Yun. That giant ape looked at the void and the myriad of worlds.
Xiong Han had the talent to control the power of ice. Even the armor of qi and blood around his body had turned into ice. And the demon aura contained the coldness that only existed in the polar regions.
However, the Lord's Star position was the power of the King of Stars. The King of Stars was the will of the Demon Progenitor!
The Comet Corridor was a world of ice and snow.
The power that sealed the Ancient Demon Fu Yue was filled with endless coldness.
In the depths of the seventh corridor, an ice throne was suppressing the fragment of the Literati Star.
The Demon Progenitor was the Lord of Frost.
Everything within ten miles was enveloped by the Demon Progenitor's will.
All the cold, frost, and other powers that did not belong to the Demon Progenitor's side dissipated silently.
Xiong Han's demon aura disappeared. The ice armor formed by qi and blood disappeared. Even the bloodline of the Polar Demon Bear was disappearing!
Xiong Han smiled sadly and said, "I didn't expect your control of the Demon Progenitor's power to be on par with the Demon Emperor back then. So, if I met you on the Dragon Ascension Stage, I would only die earlier. I didn't expect, I really didn't expect … "
The True Dragon Ancient Sword was not obstructed at all. Like a sharp blade cutting paper, it cut Xiong Han into two.
Fang Yun did not say anything. The reason why he could control the power of the King of Stars so easily was mainly because of the fragment of the Literati Star in the Literature Palace.
The fragment of the Literati Star had been suppressed by the Demon Progenitor's power for many years. The two powers had already merged to a certain extent.
Fang Yun slowly said what he should have said before summoning the Lord's Star position.
"Ten thousand stars are glorious, I am the king. Ten thousand demons are fierce, I am the ancestor!"
Under the power of the Lord's Star position, more than one thousand three hundred Frost Knights were all transformed into stronger Frost Horses.
Not only did these Frost Horses have the support of the Demon Progenitor's will, they also had the power of the Emperor Clan's God Runes!
"Heavens, these creatures are all Saint Demon Generals!" Some of the Barbarians could not help but cry out sorrowfully.
"No, these are one thousand three hundred Demon Marquises!"
One thousand three hundred Demon Marquises against five thousand Demon Generals!
Crushing!
The Human Scholars heaved a sigh of relief. Heavenly Literature.
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