With the power of 《Red Dust Kill》, Fang Yun instantly teleported to the top of Marquis Sanyuan's head with the two True Dragon Swords in his hands.
Fang Yun looked at Holy Son Lang Yi with cold and arrogant eyes. He loosened his hands and the two True Dragon Swords formed a line and fell down like a guillotine.
Puff …
Marquis Sanyuan's huge head rolled down as blood gushed out. His limbs went limp and his corpse fell to the ground.
Some of the wolf blood splashed on Fang Yun's body and slowly slid down like water dripping on glass.
Fang Yun continued to write 《Stone Arrow》 with the most penetrating power.
"I will kill you!" Holy Son Lang Yi suddenly turned around. His whole body was burning with demonic aura. The silver light was like fire, as if it had ignited the moonlight!
"Awooo …"
Before Holy Son Lang Yi took a step forward, Fang Yun had finished writing 《Stone Arrow》. Arrow Saint Li Guang's phantom was drawing his bow, but in the next moment, Fang Yun disappeared from the corpse of Marquis Sanyuan.
Holy Son Lang Yi's pupils dilated. He could not believe that Fang Yun had disappeared in front of his eyes.
Hiding in a white blade, killing in the mortal world.
After killing, Fang Yun returned to his original position. However, Li Guang's Stone Arrow was very close to Holy Son Lang Yi, and the two True Dragon Swords were also present.
Holy Son Lang Yi instinctively wanted to roll on the ground to avoid the attack behind him. However, the continuous battle and the plague power had made his reaction much slower than before.
"Too slow …"
The Stone Arrow carried an extremely strong penetrating power and pierced through Holy Son Lang Yi's right hind leg. The two True Dragon Swords cut off his left hind leg.
Holy Son Marquis could regrow severed limbs, but the prerequisite was that there was no plague power in his body.
"Awooo …" Holy Son Lang Yi screamed and fell to the ground. He wanted to use his two front legs to turn around, but Fang Yun did not give him a chance. The two True Dragon Swords also did not give him a chance.
Having lost the ability to dodge, Holy Son Lang Yi became a live target for the True Dragon Swords. The two swords quickly cut off Holy Son Lang Yi's two front legs.
"You let me win."
Fang Yun had the upper hand and did not give his opponent the slightest chance. As he spoke, he stabbed the True Dragon Sword into Holy Son Langyi's head.
"If I had known your fighting style, you …"
Holy Son Lang Yi closed his eyes and breathed his last.
The three Demonic Wolf Marquises died, and their corpses were absorbed by the Celestial Tree. After their corpses disappeared, they turned into more than ten Celestial Leaves.
Fang Yun stretched out his hand and collected all the Sky Leaves. He noticed that the new Sky Leaves were slightly heavier than before, but he couldn't figure out why. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. Then, he wrote the battle poem "Night Attack" again and left on his war horse.
The leaves of the Celestial Tree were relatively flat, stretching as far as the eye could see. Fang Yun was not worried about being ambushed, so he began to summarize the battle just now.
"The power of the Celestial Form is too strong. My Jade Gate Pass can defend against the Hanlin Battle Poem, but it can't even break the power of the Frost Monarch summoned by Zong Jibing. However, it was broken by the power of his Celestial Phenomenon. After all, he's a peak-level Demon Marquis, equivalent to the peak of the human race's Hanlin Academy. He's already surpassed the Ten Grand Scholars. "
"Fortunately, I have the art of war and medical records. From the moment I saw Holy Son Lang Yi, I had a plan. I would use the "Stone Arrow" to cause a huge wound, then use the art of war to cover up the medical records. Then, I would use the power of the plague to launch a sneak attack, and finally use my full strength.
"However, I was able to win because Holy Son Lang Yi was young. If I had met those older Holy Sons and Fiend Marquises, I would have had to use the power of the Star Position and the poem cauldron. Moreover, both sides would have been injured.
"The biggest gain from this battle is that the" Stormy Dream Battle "is about to reach the third level. I might be able to use it in the next battle! When the High Scholar Battle Poem reaches the third level, its lethality will be equivalent to the Hanlin Battle Poem! I just don't know how the third level of the "Stormy Dream Battle" will be like.
"I have to continue to improve my strength and strive to achieve victory in the battle of Mitani Lien Chan."
Fang Yun thought to himself. He once again recalled the battle process. This time, he focused on the battle techniques of the Three-headed Fiend Marquis. When to attack, how to choose, how to dodge, when to charge, and when to retreat. There was a fixed pattern to it. It was the inheritance of the Fiend Race.
"However, wisdom is the foundation. Otherwise, the Ancient Fiend Race would not have been defeated by the Fiend Race and Barbarian Race. The Humans are so weak in front of the Fiend Race. It is also the effect of wisdom that allows them to hold on until today. The Humans are strong not because of the power of each clan, but because of the way they use power! For example, in this battle, the power of the plague alone could not break through the fiend aura and blood armor on his body. The "Stone Arrow" alone could not cause fatal damage. The art of war alone was also not very effective. However, by relying on the battle techniques that the Humans are used to, I could create an opportunity to kill the enemy! "
After running for another two hours, Fang Yun finally saw the figures of the Armless Han Lin and the others.
At that time, there were seven of them, but now, there were only five!
However, the number of Fiend Race behind them had increased. There were sixteen of them!
Fang Yun carefully looked. Four of them were Holy Sons while the other twelve were Royal Clan members, and all of them were Monster Marquises of the Seven Plains!
The two Royal Clan members that the Buddha had just encountered were also Seven Plains, and victory was hard to predict.
Three of the Holy Sons were extremely old, over one hundred years old, and their strength was far above that of the Holy Son Wolf Barbarian!
When Fang Yun had used the Full Moon Gate of the Shuidiao Getou to see the Armless Han Lin Peng Zouzhao, Peng Zouzhao had not said a word. But now, Peng Zouzhao was the first to speak. "Fang Xusheng, please leave immediately! They have a way to kill people! "
Fang Yun was taken aback, but he quickly understood that this so-called 'way to kill people' was referring to the Fiend Race's ability to completely kill people in the Celestial Trees and prevent them from reviving outside!
Before this, Fang Yun had believed that he was the only one capable of such a thing.
Could this be the result of the mutation of the Celestial Trees?
Fang Yun stood still and spoke with a thunderous voice, "They want to completely kill you in the Celestial Trees?"
Peng Zouzhao said no more, and the feminine Hanlin at his side said, "Fang Xusheng, please immediately leave the Celestial Trees. These sixteen Monster Marquises are not the only ones in the surroundings. Other Monster Marquises are also on their way!"
"Then you …" Fang Yun looked at the five Hanlin Scholars and hesitated. These five clearly knew that other Monster Marquises were on their way, but they were still running along the route they had agreed on. This was practically suicide.
"The reason why we're doing this is to remind you. After all, we are only Hanlin Scholars, not the original lyrics. Without the Sacred Page, we cannot write that 'Shuidiao Getou' to meet you. "
Fang Yun was taken aback. This meant that they could have easily shaken off their pursuers, but in order to deliver this message to him, they had risked their lives to come!
The people in the Celestial Trees could leave the Celestial Trees at any time, but the prerequisite was that they were not disturbed for a certain period of time!
The two sides were now very far apart, so Fang Yun could safely leave the Heavenly Book.
"But you …"
Peng Zouzhao's thunderous voice resounded. "You're a man, so why are you being so wishy-washy? I didn't come to save you, Fang Yun, but for Xusheng! "
Fang Yun knew that Peng Zouzhao was not trying to provoke him, because the Zong Sage regarded Peng Zouzhao with great importance. Peng Zouzhao's first Celestial Leaf had been gifted to him by the Zong Sage, and the Zong Clan deeply respected him. There was a rumor that if the Southern Sage had not known Peng Zouzhao beforehand, the Zong Sage might have even taken Peng Zouzhao as his last disciple.
Fang Yun was at odds with the Zong Clan, so it was impossible for Peng Zouzhao to get close to Fang Yun. Just as he had said, he had risked his life to deliver this message not for Fang Yun, but for Xusheng.
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