Saint of the Confucian way

Xiong Tang still has reason. Xiong Jing has long been crazy by Fang's luck. No matter what Xiong Tang says, he fights completely according to his instinct and has only one goal.

Kill Fang Yun!

"Bear Tang demon king, don't forget me." Tan Hemu said that he took the initiative to meet bear Tang and tried his best to stop him.

Xiong Tang showed his helplessness and had to roar: "Xiong Jing, if there is an accident, run away immediately and don't love war! This Fang Yun can control the dragon eating vine and must be able to command the jailer!"

"Ow..." Xiong Jing's response was a roar, frantically chasing Fang Yun, and there was a faint blood light in the black scale.

Fang Yun's eyes were frozen. Unexpectedly, the other party began to burn!

"What I'm afraid of is that you don't fight with all your strength! If you don't fight with your life, how can you let me try the sword!" Fang Yun said, suddenly turned his back to the horse's head, sat down, and began to fight with all his strength in the face of Xiong Jing!

A trace of light scattered from Fang Yun. The top grade was as stable as Mount Tai, and the lights suddenly turned on! Since then, Fang Yun can continuously use war poems without worrying about the shock of talent!

Next, the lights of the top-grade female Huang Wenxin burn, and a seemingly non-existent light spreads over Fang Yun's cold iron knight. All Fang Yun's attack power falls on the enemy, which will directly erase a quarter of the enemy's protective power!

One heart and two use Wenxin. The lights also turn on.

Hanlin is a gift from heaven.

On the pallet in front of Fang Yun, there are two pieces of paper. There is a pen on each paper. Fang Yun holds a pen in his hand, and a pen hangs in the air. Both pens use the power of working hard to write and become a poem at one breath!

At the same time, Fang Yun's top-grade words are like spring, his literary heart is like spring, and his mouth spits out war poems. Everyone can hear every word clearly, and it is also a poem!

Fang Yun's right hand, brilliant pen and eloquent tongue form the same war poetry.

Shicheng, three whole Li Guang virtual shadows appeared behind Fang Yun!

The forest is dark and the grass is windy,

The general drew his bow at night.

Pingming looks for Bai Yu,

Not in the stone ridge.

Li Guang draws his bow like the moon.

At the same time, Fang Yun controlled two real dragon ancient swords and stabbed Xiong Jing's left body. Xiong Jing instinctively dodged to the right.

Boom

Three long arrows with thick arms fly out at the same time, such as three meteors. The fire lights fly in the air and accurately hit Xiong Jing!

If Xiong Jing bears a demon and has plenty of Qi and blood, these three arrows will stop outside his fur, but now he has only a layer of black scale armor.

If there was no silver sand under his feet, Xiong Jing could escape, but now he fell into the sand.

The arrow in the stone, once hit, must run through, but it is only equivalent to the Jinshi war poem. It can run through the protection of the demon Marquis, but it can not run through the black scale of the demon king.

Because of the prestige of rank, the gap between power levels is too large.

However, there are top-grade casually, top-grade spring and autumn accumulation sequence, demon ancestor star and dragon Saint star. Shengsheng presses the gap between the two levels to one level!

Demon King armor, only the power of demon marquis.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The arrow in the three boundary stones, once hit, must run through!

Three arrows hit and burst!

"Oh......" Xiong Jing screamed.

Three one foot deep, arm thick holes appeared in Xiong Jing's body, and blood gurgled.

Compared with the demon king's huge body, these three blood holes are nothing, but the healing speed of the three blood holes is very slow, and the scales outside the blood holes are no longer restored.

In order to avoid bleeding out, Xiong Jing can only consume a lot of Qi and blood to speed up the healing of the blood hole, but even so, it will take at least a quarter of an hour.

Two real dragon ancient swords attack again.

The Three Li Guang virtual shadows have merged into one. One bow is full and three arrows are on the.

The real dragon ancient sword attacks the left side of Xiong Jing, and three arrows attack the middle and right side.

Xiong Jing's fighting instinct made him choose to avoid the arrow in the stone and resist two real dragon ancient swords.

"Keng..."

The two real dragon ancient swords are solid and cut on Xiong Jing's back. The imitation sword can only cut the black scales continuously. The black scales heal at a very fast speed, but the body not only cuts a large number of scales on Xiong Jing's back, but also cuts a large piece of meat one foot long, one foot wide and one inch thick.

"Oh..."

Although the real dragon ancient sword does not have the power of Li Guang, the virtual saint of poetry in the Three Kingdoms war, it has the real dragon pattern on it. Fang Yun is Wen Xinglong Jue, and there is the Dragon Saint star. In addition to the poor penetration, it is far better than the arrow in the stone in other aspects!

Tan Hemu laughed when he saw the sword, but Xiong Tang's heart clicked.

This large wound of Xiong Jing also can't heal quickly, and the scale is even more difficult to reproduce, which means that Fang Yun's next time the real dragon ancient sword falls on this wound, he can directly go in and stir up the earth in Xiong Jing's body!

The demon man is very strong. The demon king is superior to the ordinary demon man, but it is not semi holy after all. The internal organs in the body are the same as tofu in front of the real dragon ancient sword!

As the demon king, Xiong Tang has rich combat experience. He knows that he can't break through Tan Hemu in a short time, so he tries to point out Xiong Jing. But he thinks about it until Fang Yun continues to attack continuously and puts the war poem as a continuous arrow. He also doesn't come up with an appropriate countermeasure.

Soon, Fang Yun launched the fifth round of attack.

Three arrows in the stone and two real dragon ancient swords attack Xiong Tang!

In order to avoid the three arrows in the stone, Xiong Tang seems to be ready to resist the real dragon ancient sword, but at the moment when the real dragon ancient sword is about to come, he suddenly burst up, stretched out his two forepaws, grabbed a real dragon ancient sword respectively, and vomited magic at the same time.

"You all know that I'm not ready?"

Fang Yun smiled coldly, and the body of the real dragon ancient sword immediately dropped to avoid, but the speed of the imitation sword was not as fast as the body, and it was about to be caught.

"Bury the sword!"

A sad sound of sword sounded, and the imitation of the real dragon ancient sword exploded with a bang, and then split into countless small swords and flew to the West.

The golden light is shining, dazzling and full of grief.

Hiss, hiss

One sword turns ten thousand swords!

Thousands of swords hit Xiong Jing's left body, leaving thousands of small blood holes, especially the left front leg of the imitation sword, which was almost beaten into a horse honeycomb, and even his face had many bleeding holes.

The flesh and blood wriggled in the blood hole, which made Xiong Jing's body very terrible.

Without waiting for Xiong Jing to breathe slowly, the three poems were written in the same book "half peak inclination", which became three poems at one breath!

Three dozen foot high Zhanshi small peaks line up and smash at Xiong Jing.

The hill is too big. Xiong Jing can't avoid it. He can only fight with his uninjured right front leg!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three more peaks!

Bang bang!

Three again!

The real dragon ancient sword cut a wound on Xiong Jing's left front leg.

Bang bang!

……

When the 24th Zhanshi mountain burst open, Xiong jingwa spit out a mouthful of blood. Finally, his internal organs were injured because of the continuous hard Anti Japanese War Poetry Mountain.

Then, the whole left front leg suddenly fell!

Xiong Jing was stunned and looked down. His left front leg had long been cut to pieces by the power of the buried sword and the real dragon ancient sword. This 24th Zhanshi mountain is the last straw to crush the camel, completely breaking the adhesion.

Fang Yun also breathed a sigh of relief. The power as stable as Mount Tai is about to dissipate. It will take some time to use it again. He can't use war poems as recklessly as before.

Fang Yun's eyes are brighter and the battle is coming to an end!

"Run! Run!" Xiong Tang suddenly shouted loudly. Everyone present could feel the sadness and anger in his heart.

The great demon king was broken by an imperial Lin of the Terran!

The blood awn in Xiong Jing's eyes finally faded. He took a look at Xiong Tang and Fang Yun, then turned and ran away.

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