That Marquis Sanyuan looked at the screaming Holy Son Lang Yi and felt baffled. Li Guang's archery was indeed powerful, but Fang Yun's Stone Arrow was a penetrative force, so its speed was ordinary. It was also unlike some third realm battle poems that had a strange tracking ability, so the dignified Holy Son Lang Yi could easily avoid it.
In its view, Fang Yun might be very intelligent. If he controlled an army, he would certainly be able to defeat the same number of barbarians. However, in this kind of one-on-one battle, no matter how intelligent he was, it was impossible to defeat Holy Son Lang Yi.
Holy Son Lang Yi had battle instincts that humans did not have. If he sensed danger, he could even escape in a short time.
Especially since Holy Son Lang Yi was already a Demon Marquis, he had obtained the innate ability "Death Sense", which could only be possessed by a rare genius of the wolf race. He could keenly sense the threat of death, so he definitely had the ability to escape before he was seriously injured.
No matter how strong Fang Yun was, he was only a Jinshi. His ability could not cover up the talent of the dignified Marquis Sanyuan, let alone the son of a Half-saint.
It was puzzled. It looked at Holy Son Lang Yi again and found that his wound had turned green.
"Plague power?"
Just as Marquis Sanyuan was puzzled, Holy Son Lang Yi's left shoulder suddenly exploded. Dark green juice splashed everywhere, and half of his shoulder was already eroded. The exposed wound was particularly sinister, as if there were countless worms wriggling inside.
"Ah …" Holy Son Lang Yi screamed. His blood and qi condensed into a sharp blade, cutting off more than half of his shoulder, and a large piece of flesh fell to the ground.
The blood in the new wound was still tinged with a faint green color.
The plague power had already spread to his whole body!
"How did you do it!" Holy Son Lang Yi finally stopped chasing Fang Yun, and at the same time avoided the two verbal swords.
Beside Fang Yun's military book, a medical book appeared.
Holy Son Lang Yi was startled and suddenly realized.
Before retreating, Fang Yun took out a book on the art of war and used the art of war to conceal the medical book that he had summoned. After that, he made the plague snake in the medical book hide on the ground.
Fang Yun retreated, while Holy Son Lang Yi advanced. However, the military book had become the focus of Holy Son Lang Yi's attention, and he did not realize that there was a plague snake hiding in the dark.
Holy Son Lang Yi arrived at Fang Yun's original position. The plague serpent attacked violently, burrowing into his body through the wound, and then completely exploding!
The Holy Son Wuli's talent, Death Sense, was very strong, but the Snake of Plague was not weak either.
The Plague Serpent's power originated from the Plague Lord. At the very least, it was the power of a top-notch Half-saint. At the very least, it was related to the Chaos Aura of the Demon Race's Ancestral God. With the support of the Six Wonders Divine Hands' medical book, it was even stronger.
Moreover, all of Fang Yun's power now contained the power of the Demon Ancestor's Star Position and the Monarch Clan. Therefore, after the plague energy entered Holy Son Wuli's body … Fully displaying the characteristics of a plague, it rapidly multiplied and spread throughout his body.
At this moment, Holy Son Lang Yi felt as if his entire body was being bitten by tens of thousands of ants. His strength was constantly being drained away, while the power of the plague continued to multiply.
This was the horror of plagues. They could either expel it with absolute power or cure it with medical skills or divine items. There was no third way.
Outside the Celestial Tree, Holy Son Lang Yi could find divine items to suppress the plague. But in the Celestial Tree, he was powerless.
A sickly plague serpent appeared on Fang Yun's sickly scripture. Its strength was almost exhausted. It flicked its tongue at Fang Yun, then burrowed into the sickly scripture to recuperate.
While dodging Fang Yun's attacks, Holy Son Lang Yi used various methods to expel the plague energy. But as time passed, his Qi and blood energy was constantly being consumed, and his body began to develop all sorts of ailments that a Demon Marquis should not have. His thoughts became sluggish. His limbs went numb, and he became drowsy. Most abominable of all, he actually sneezed.
The mighty Demonic Wolf Marquis could catch a cold?
Upon seeing this, the Sanyuan Demonic Wolf Marquis felt a chill run down his spine. Fighting with Fang Yun was truly a stroke of bad luck!
Fang Yun seized this opportunity to attack. The True Dragon Sword was inflicting more and more wounds on Holy Son Lang Yi, and the Stone Arrow would occasionally hit him. Every time it hit, it would inevitably leave a bloody hole in his body that was difficult to heal.
Holy Son Lang Yi did everything he could to get close to Fang Yun, but the plague energy had greatly weakened him. Fang Yun had the True Dragon Sword to block, the Swift Battle Poem to dodge, and the Protective Battle Poem to defend, so Holy Son Lang Yi could not get close.
In this period, Holy Son Lang Yi used the power of the Celestial Phenomenon three times in a row. Each time, he seemed to steal the energy of a hundred thousand mountains, like a god descending from the heavens to suppress all things. But because he was too far away from Fang Yun, he used various methods to neutralize these attacks. Moreover, each time he used the power of the Celestial Phenomenon, his wounds would worsen.
The blood-red color in the eyes of barbarians would normally grow thicker and thicker. At a certain point in battle, they would lose all reason and fight purely on instinct. But now, the blood-red color in Holy Son Lang Yi's eyes was gradually fading.
His fighting spirit had dissipated.
"You've lost!" Fang Yun gently raised his chin as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter. Then, he continued to chant the Battle Poem to prevent Holy Son Lang Yi from escaping.
"If I'm not injured, no matter how strong your plague snakes are, they won't be able to invade my body! If I don't have your plague energy in my body, you'll be dead by now! "
Fang Yun was confident and said calmly, "You're right. If I don't have the plague energy, I won't be able to defeat you. But I do have it, and it has already invaded your body! When you return to the Demon Realm, remember to thank the Plague Lord for me. Oh, I forgot, you can't return. "
"The dignity of the Wolf Clan cannot be offended!" Holy Son Lang Yi howled, his eyes turning completely red. His four claws slammed on the ground, creating a powerful shockwave. Then, he jumped high and pounced at Fang Yun.
Its body could blot out the sky.
Two True Dragon Swords pierced Holy Son Lang Yi's abdomen. Holy Son Lang Yi did not dodge, allowing the swords to pierce his abdomen.
A giant wolf the size of an elephant flew above Fang Yun's head and fell like a mountain!
Fang Yun splashed ink on a piece of paper. In a breath's time, the 《Liang Zhou Poem》 was completed!
The two True Dragon Swords twisted in Holy Son Lang Yi's abdomen, causing blood to spurt out, but they were unable to move an inch. They were firmly stuck by Holy Son Lang Yi's power.
Holy Son Lang Yi had completely lost his mind, leaving only his battle instinct. He completely ignored the pain in his abdomen. He stretched out his claws, revealing the Crouching Wolf Mountain Range, and slammed down at the Jade Gate Pass.
This slap was like a mountain god descending to the world, causing ten thousand peaks to collapse.
The Jade Gate Pass collapsed, and the powerful impact sent Holy Son Lang Yi flying.
However, this was the closest moment for both of them!
At this distance, even if Fang Yun had the Swift Battle Poem, he would not be able to escape.
Holy Son Lang Yi's eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness. His pure white teeth reflected a cold light. His body shrunk, and then he pounced forward like a spring. He was more explosive than any other time, and faster than any other time. That giant wolf claw was like the master of this world, covering Fang Yun.
The Seven Plains Holy Son Lang Yi's attack could shatter a mountain, let alone a person's head!
Fang Yun raised his hand, and Ink Lady's ink flew. Words floated in the air. 《Red Dust Kill》 was completed!
Using the white blade to kill in the mortal world!
The foot-long wolf claw struck Fang Yun. Its sharp claws were sharper than weapons.
The claw fell. Fang Yun was still in the wolf claw, but it was not his body, but the red smoke body.
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