Saint of the Confucian way

Tan Hemu was almost stupid. This kind of injury is really nothing to the demon king, but it can hurt the demon king so easily, and the power is straight through the body, which is something that no great scholar can do.

"What did you... Do?" Tan Hemu asked.

Whether it is Hanlin war poetry or a small amount of weak water and strange wind, it will not make the two demon kings so painful. These forces are just carriers.

"This first battle poem can carry the power of courage." Fang Yun said.

"That's impossible, unless... Your courage has reached the second boundary?" Tan Hemu asked with wide eyes.

Fang Yun nodded.

"Kong Sheng is on the, there is a monster in Shengyuan... Cough, gaffe, old man gaffe." Tan Hemu was extremely embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter. You help me hold Xiong Tang and I'll deal with Xiong Jing." Fang Yun said.

"Xiong Tang will be handed over to me!" Tan Hemu was full of confidence.

Fang Yun nodded and gradually separated from Tan Hemu. Then he hooked up with Xiong jinggou and said, "blind bear, if you deserve to be the demon king, fight alone with me. Don't hide under Xiong Tang's stomach."

"Ow..." Xiong Jing's eyes turned red and went crazy on the spot. He tried his best to kill Fang Yun.

Xiong Tang still has some sense, but after thinking about it, he finally killed Tan Hemu regardless of Fang Yun, showed his sharp teeth and sneered: "Tan Hemu, I've heard that the Terran has you, an old bastard who is good at guarding. Today I'll swallow you alive, and then take care of Fang Yun."

Soon, the two sides took a row of cages as the dividing line, one on the left and the other on the right, without interfering with each other.

Fang Yun successively called out two thousand cold iron cavalry, including one thousand long lance cavalry and one thousand long bow cavalry.

Where Fang Yun passed, the ground was paved with silver sand and the snow was boundless. The Lancers postponed. The longbow cavalry moved forward and shot back in turn between Fang Yun and the Lancers.

Yinsha keeps slowing down Xiong Jing's speed, making it difficult for him to run with all his strength. Fang Yun also occasionally uses powerful Hanlin war poetry to call out war poetry peaks to attack and block Xiong Jing, resulting in Xiong Jing constantly being attacked by strange wind, arrow rain and weak water and snow.

Fang Yun's calculation is very clear. The demon king himself has a strong explosive force. The holy phase attack of the bear demon king can absolutely crush any war poetry Fang Yun has today. Even the poetry protection of chanting Qin people and Yumen pass can't resist the full attack of the bear demon king.

The demon king can destroy the city with one blow. Fang Yun can barely resist it only by using holy blood and holy page.

"Ouch..." Xiong Jing became more and more crazy. He was so angry that his bear hair flew all over his body, as if he were in a strong wind.

When he stepped on his front legs, his Qi and blood burst and set off a lot of air waves. He shocked all the silver sand, weak water snowflakes and strange wind arrows. Because of this attack, his speed slowed down, and the silver sand was covered in front, and the weak water snowflakes and strange wind arrows fell again.

Weak water, snowflakes and strange wind arrows flow in endlessly, consuming the demon and Qi and blood of Xiong Jing at an extremely fast speed. Xiong Jing's like a fire demon was originally a foot thick. Not long ago, it was only five inches thick, but now it is only three inches thick!

The speed of transforming Qi and blood into evil spirits can't keep up with Fang Yun's consumption speed.

Fang Yun only needs to consume a little talent, and the fog butterfly is already growing. With this degree of weak water and strange wind, it can last for several hours.

After a while, Xiong Jing finally couldn't bear it. Chong Fangyun opened his mouth, issued an earth shaking roar, and spewed out a black fog. The black fog formed a huge palm with an area of three feet, which was like a hill shooting at Fangyun.

A thousand lance cavalry shook together and threw the cold iron ice gun in their hand. A thousand guns flew into the air and defeated the magic of Xiong Jing.

Tan Hemu looked at the fog butterfly not far away, and then looked enviously at the fog butterfly. The attacks of those long spear cavalry can only weaken the magic of Xiong Jing at most. After all, the other party is the demon king, but with fog butterfly, the long spear contains the power of weak water, and the bear demon is not good at magic. Thousands of long spear cavalry naturally have the upper hand.

Fang Yun also took a look at Tan Hemu. Xiong Tang was really strong, but there was nothing he could do with Tan Hemu, so he let go.

As soon as the two sides chased and fled, hundreds of breath soon passed. The demon and evil spirit on Xiong Jing's body had been consumed by Fang Yunsheng. Only pure Qi and blood and the natural protective power of the bear family were left on the body surface, making Xiong Mao form a similar Armor talent "hard armor".

Tan Hemu looked at Fang Yun and said with a happy smile: "what a Fang Xusheng! Sending cavalry on the battlefield and debating poems in the snow are the style of scholars who plan strategies. You don't even have words and swords, so the new demon king has nothing to do. You are completely practicing with the demon king, which is really far better than us in those years."

Fang Yun's tongue bloomed and Chunlei responded: "Bachelor Tan flattered me. Xiong Tang was really powerful, but he was still rejected by you. He couldn't help you all the time."

"I have only this ability. When my talent is exhausted... How can you still have talent? Don't say two inches, even if you have four inches of talent, you should be exhausted at this time!" Tan Hemu finally found something strange.

"I can recover faster," Fang Yun said with a smile.

"Well, time is almost up. How about we speed up and escape?" Tan Hemu said.

Fang Yun hesitated. If Xiong Jing was in his heyday, he would never kill him. The demon king's vitality is too strong. Even if he uses the power of the Dragon holy star to turn a sword into a dragon, he may be escaped by Xiong Jing. But now, Xiong Jing has been consumed for too long and lost the demon ghost. The protection on the body surface is very weak. Although the attack is strong, it has lost its protection ability.

Have a chance to kill a demon king!

This is the first time I have the chance to kill the demon king in a formal battle!

Fang Yun's eyes widened, his eyes showed cold light, and whispered in the dark: "Mr. Hemu, please help me hold Xiong Tang's breath. Don't let him make trouble. Watch me kill this Xiong Jing!"

"You..." Tan Hemu also wanted to persuade, but before he finished a sentence, Fang Yun suddenly wrote the poem "sword chant" by the second boundary Tibetan Feng, and then opened his mouth and spit out two real dragon ancient swords.

Tan Hemu blinked and even rubbed his eyes with his hand. Even the demon king Xiong Tang instinctively slowed down to chase Tan Hemu and stared at Fang Yun.

"I'm not dazzled..." Tan Hemu and Xiong Tang said the same words in human language and demon language respectively.

At the moment when the real dragon ancient sword came, Xiong Jing roared. He saw that his hair grew crazily, gushing out new demons and evil spirits, mixed with Qi and blood, interwoven into a suit of armor, emitting black metal color. One leaf of black armor pressed one leaf, just like fish scales.

Xiong Tang, who was not far away, smiled and said, "Xiong Jing is good. I didn't expect you to practice 'hard armor' into a more special talent 'black scale'. Even I didn't get it. With this armor, the bachelor's words and swords can't help you, let alone Hanlin."

While Xiong Tang was talking, two real dragon ancient swords flew away from Xiong Jing. Xiong Jing avoided one sword, but was hit on the shoulder by another sword.

Just listen to the sound of metal strike, the real dragon ancient sword flies by, and the half leaf scale falls.

"What a strong ancient sword!" Xiong Tang and Tan Hemu said the same thing again.

Xiong Tang, the demon king, was even more surprised and had more killing intention in his eyes. He turned the direction and killed Fang Yun. At the same time, he shouted: "Xiong Jing, be careful, this Terran is very strange. No wonder it is the virtual saint. I'm afraid he has a particularly powerful power in Shengyuan continent. If he has astrological power, we'd better retreat temporarily."

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