In just a few dozen breaths, Hu Mountain collapsed into rocks and all the monsters died.
Fang Yun resolved the battle with just verbal sparring.
The four Qing State Grand Secretaries headed by Chai Zhi originally wanted to snatch Fang Yun's military merit, but they were still fifteen miles away from Fang Yun.
The four rising stars stopped in mid-air, the word "frustrated" written all over their faces, they were totally unable to accept this fact.
"The Golden Horde Barbarian King summoned the power of his ancient bloodline and used his Saint Appearance to strike, but in the end he only managed to knock Fang Yun's slingshot away? Even if the slingshot of a great scholar was struck by the Saint Appearance of the Golden Horde Demon King, it would inevitably be cracked and his literary courage would be hurt! Look at Fang Yun, he is not affected at all."
"Could it be that after his True Dragon Ancient Sword obtained the seven dragon patterns, it not only gained the talent of the Dragon Clan Giant Spirit Patrolling the Sea, but also gained other talents? This is absolutely impossible!"
"Have you noticed that the dragon pattern on Fang Yun's sword is golden and shining, as if it were made of gold, while the dragon patterns on all of our human swords are only translucent gold."
"This is nothing strange. He has obtained the true blood of the Ancestral Dragon. It is very common for the True Dragon Ancient Sword to be somewhat special. Whether it is translucent or opaque, the power of the dragon pattern will never be much different."
"Then... how do you explain that his True Dragon Ancient Sword could withstand the full force attack of the Silver Tent Demon King? And it was a bear demon king. As you all know, the power of a bear is even greater than that of a lion or tiger."
“This…” Chai Zhi was speechless and looked at Fang Yun from a distance with a complicated expression.
The human race's verbal sparring is very peculiar, extremely sharp, but also very fragile. Only after being promoted to semi-saint, with the holy way as the foundation, can the verbal sparring become truly as strong as a mountain.
Fang Yun didn't even look at Chai Zhi and the other three. He slightly adjusted his direction and flew towards the next mountain.
Chai Zhi smiled coldly and said, "I thought he was a cautious person, but I didn't expect him to be reckless and arrogant. He just had a verbal battle with the Silver Tent Bear Demon King. Even if he is not damaged, it will be difficult for him to fight again. He is actually preparing to attack the next mountain. He is too arrogant after all."
"It's good that he's so arrogant, that's why he gives me the chance! Let's go, if we can't kill the Demon King of Hu Mountain, then we'll go straight for the Demon King of Wuji Mountain! Leave the tough Golden Tent Wolf Demon King to him, and we'll go deal with the other three Wolf Demon Kings. Those three Demon Kings are all Saint-Appearance Demon Kings, and their strength is ordinary. With the help of a great Confucian treasure, the four of us can quickly kill one first, and then slowly deal with the other two!"
“Let’s go! This battle concerns the reputation of the Xuanwu Army and the reputation of the entire Qing Kingdom. We must not lose to Fang Yun! The glory of the Qing people is engraved on the Moyao Mountain, and there has never been any handwriting left by the Jing people!”
"kill!"
Instead of being discouraged, the four university scholars became more courageous as they faced more setbacks.
Five blue clouds flew straight towards Wuji Mountain.
The battle just now alarmed the monsters and barbarians within a thousand miles. The monster kings from all over Qingtian Peak watched helplessly as the thousand-foot-high Hu Mountain was split in half by a sword and then collapsed.
Some demon kings ran away as soon as they could, because only a great scholar or a great demon king could destroy a thousand-foot-high mountain so easily. No matter whether the newcomer was a great demon king or a great scholar, since he had attacked the demon kings of Hushan, the demon kings in other places would not be in any good situation either.
However, all the demon kings soon received the news that the person wielding the sword was actually Fang Yun.
A few demon kings ran faster after hearing Fang Yun's name, but most of the demon kings stopped, either standing on the top of the mountain, or hanging high in the air, or standing on the top of the tree, looking at Fang Yun with greed in their eyes.
Fang Yun is still ranked first on the list of hunting great scholars in the demon world!
Even if Zhang Longxiang killed all the kings and ended the battle of Bi Can single-handedly, he would only be ranked second on the list of great scholar hunters.
Many years ago, these demon kings had thought of countless ways to kill Fang Yun in exchange for huge rewards and the opportunity to become a saint, but no demon king could do it.
Now, the opportunity has come.
After killing Fang Yun, rush to the rift between the two worlds as soon as possible and avoid the attacks of the human saints. Then you can smoothly return to the demon world and receive the huge reward from the saints of the demon world.
Countless holy blood and holy objects, countless beautiful female demons, countless cultivation resources... will all belong to him.
The eyes of many demon kings were red, their instincts took control of their minds, and they completely gave up thinking.
Within a thousand miles, the evil spirit was overwhelming.
However, the fleeing ape demon kings, monkey demon kings or rat demon kings remained unmoved, their eyes were clear, and they kept moving away.
Along the way, there were constant demon kings mocking them.
"You've brought disgrace to the demon clan!" roared a bear demon king.
"Get out of here right now! You bastards!"
"What a bunch of cowards."
Amid the insults, the fleeing demon kings didn't care at all and continued to communicate through the transmission of qi and blood.
"This bunch of rubbish, they are the ones who brought shame to the demon race, they have nothing to do with us!"
"These idiots don't think carefully. Who is Fang Xusheng? The Holy Court will naturally step up its protection. If they kill him, all the monsters present will be slaughtered. Rather than die with them, it is better to fly farther. Maybe when we look back next time, this place will have become a mountain ruin."
"Although my information is outdated, I know that he killed the previous Lei family patriarch Lei Chongmo, and then used the strange Wentai to suppress the Dongting Jiao King. Now he has come to Mo Yao Mountain alone, and he must be here to cause trouble. Those idiots just watched helplessly, and they even wanted to kill him. They really don't know how they died! As the top university scholar of the human race, only the Holy Son Demon King can defeat him. Perhaps, the Demon King of the Ancestral God Clan must be dispatched."
"Ignore them. Escape is the most important thing."
The four demon kings on the Black Ridge Mountain did not run away. Instead, they were eager to try, because the entire mountain and the surrounding area were filled with wolf tribes, and with the Golden Tent Wolf Demon King around, they were not afraid of Fang Yun.
Wuji Mountain is about a hundred feet shorter than the previous Hu Mountain, but it is longer. From the side, it looks like a huge arch bridge.
The sound of the Golden Tent Wolf Demon King's blood and energy spread for hundreds of miles.
"Fang Yun, this is not the place you should be. Go back to Xiangzhou immediately! All the demon kings, if he doesn't leave, quickly join forces with me to kill Fang Yun and share the rewards of the saints equally!"
Fang Yun looked at the Golden Tent Wolf Demon King, smiled calmly, and said with thunderous tongue: "You little wolf are quite smart. You knew you were no match for me, so you bluffed first and then looked for help. Unfortunately, it's too late!"
"Arrogant! He's just a human grand scholar. I've killed him before!" The Golden Tent Wolf King opened his mouth and surging blood and energy gushed out like a river. Finally, it condensed into a wolf head hundreds of feet long, galloping forward and biting Fang Yun.
"Golden Tent Demon King? I have killed quite a few of them too." Fang Yun said as he picked up his pen and quickly wrote the Poem of Hiding the Blade and the Poem of Summoning the Sword. Before the wolf head approached, he spit out the True Dragon Ancient Sword.
"Is he crazy?" Chai Zhi looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. The three university scholars behind him also couldn't believe their eyes.
It has only been a few hundred breaths since the Ancient Dragon Sword was knocked away by the Bear Demon King. Even the verbal sparring of a great scholar would require a few hours of recuperation. How could Fang Yun, a mere scholar at the Sincerity Realm, dare to act like this
.(To be continued.)