Fang Yun stepped forward and slowly came to the top of the city wall.
Looking around, the sky is clear, blue and transparent, but under the beautiful blue sky is a completely intolerable world.
Under the blue sky, the earth was cracked, everything was charred, and no grass grew.
The barbarians fought against the Po Shui tribe, using the Burning Sky Furnace to burn thousands of miles, forcing the Po Shui tribe to retreat across the board.
On the scorched earth, barbarian camps were closely arranged, looking like flat bricks from a distance.
Five miles away, on the flagpole of the barbarian camp, a middle-aged man in tattered clothes and dirty body was tied. The man had his head tilted and his body was covered with wounds. Many of the wounds were festering and even had maggots crawling in them.
The man had his eyes closed and his breath was weak. He could die at any time.
This man's beard had not been trimmed for some time, and it had now hung down to his chest.
"General Zhang, how is the scenery in the north in August?" Fang Yun's voice like spring thunder exploded in the sky.
This is what Fang Yun once said to Zhang Poyue in a letter.
Zhang Poyue on the flagpole slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. His eyes were originally dim, but then they gradually became brighter like the sky at dawn.
Zhang Poyue's eyes reflected the clear sky and he grinned.
The teeth are still there, but the tongue is gone.
Zhang Poyue acted as if he didn't know and spoke eight words slowly, which no one could hear clearly.
Fang Yun can read lips.
"The sky is clear, the land is vast, and the grass is green like a mat."
A sad and angry eagle cry sounded in the sky, and the eagle demon Hou Yingcang kept circling in the sky.
The scholar behind Fang Yun saw this scene and remained silent.
"If you die in the northern border, I will let hundreds of millions of barbarians die with you!" Fang Yun stared into Zhang Poyue's eyes.
"It's worth it!" Zhang Poyue smiled.
At this moment, a thunderous sound rang out from the barbarian camp and spread over a hundred miles.
"I have long heard of the great name of Saint Fang Xu. Seeing him today is even more remarkable than hearing about him."
Fang Yun looked up and saw a barbarian with a wolf's head and a human body speaking standard human language.
This wolf was exceptionally tall, with fur all over its body that looked like gold, shining brightly under the sun, like a chosen one of heaven's favorites, the center of a world.
Fang Yun recognized the wolf.
The leader of the Savage Wolf Tribe, the king of the Main Tent Tribe, the leader of the Golden Barbarians, and the "Ruler of Heaven and Earth" of the Grass Barbarians.
Legend has it that when it was born, there was a grassland full of stars between its eyes.
Last year, its demon rank was promoted to second only to the Demon Saint Langlu.
Golden Wolf King, Wolf Plain.
The height of an ordinary wolf king can reach two meters, while the Barbarian Emperor Wolf is three meters tall. Although he is clearly smiling, he exudes endless ferocity and is as bright as the sun.
Countless barbarians knelt down before Langyuan.
Some ordinary soldiers trembled slightly.
"The name of the Barbarian King is well-known. There is just one thing that I don't understand. This small three-linked battle fortress does not seem worthy of your personal expedition." Fang Yun spoke with thunder.
At this moment, Fang Yun did not have any external power, but everyone felt that as long as Fang Yun stood here, the three battle fortresses would never fall.
Even though there is a powerful Barbarian King standing opposite.
Langyuan grinned, grasped a huge golden axe, and slowly moved forward.
The giant axe touched the ground and was dragged forward by Wolf Yuan, plowing deep grooves in the ground. The earth and rocks rolled up, making a slight sound.
"Of course I'm here for you!" A raging fire of war flashed in Lang Yuan's eyes. He grinned, his upper and lower teeth interlaced, and golden flames suddenly appeared around his body.
The golden wolf, his blood is as golden as gold.
Many human soldiers instinctively took a half step back, and their weapons fell to the ground.
"Oh? Then please teach me, Barbarian King." Fang Yun was not afraid at all, and the green clothes around him fluttered.
"Your Majesty the Barbarian Emperor is so majestic! As an emperor, he killed the Grand Secretary. Even the most despicable demon could not do such a thing!" Liu Hong's voice echoed in the sky.
The wolf stopped where it was, the murderous look on its face slowly dissipated, and its protruding mouth slowly closed, covering its sharp teeth.
“I forgot that you are only a Grand Secretary. I cannot fight you alone. But…” Lang Yuan glanced at the people on the top of the city wall and said, “After we break through the three battle forts, I will capture you personally, and then in front of all the saints, I will crush your head like a watermelon, and then chop it into meat sauce! Hahahaha…”
Langyuan laughed loudly towards the sky, and a biting chill swept through the three battle forts.
"Even the Demon King couldn't kill me, let alone a mere person like you who is so shameless! If you want to attack the city, stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to take action, just go back to your tent and hide there, and stop barking like a dog from the Qing Kingdom." Fang Yun said.
In the barbarian camp, there were roars of anger and pairs of clear eyes turned blood red.
A huge barbarian army flag, one mile long, gathered in the sky, splitting into countless blood-red threads that connected each barbarian.
Lang Yuan smiled coldly and said, "Fang Xusheng must be exhausted after traveling for days. How could I take advantage of him? By the way, I heard that you and Zhang Poyue have been friends for many years?"
Fang Yun did not answer. He stood on the top of the Black Stone City in a green robe, looking at the golden Barbarian Emperor from afar.
"Zhang Poyue is a good man of the human race, but unfortunately, he is stubborn and refused to surrender even though he knew he would lose. Even after being captured, he kept cursing, which made us irritated. Therefore, his tongue was chopped off. Since you are good friends with him, I will help him for your sake. The wound on his left leg has festered and maggots have grown on it. He is in great pain and must be treated."
After saying that, Lang Yuan suddenly threw out the golden axe. The axe flew close to Zhang Poyue, circled around Zhang Poyue, and then flew back to Lang Yuan's hand.
Zhang Poyue's left leg suddenly fell down, and blood splattered from the wound.
Zhang Poyue was seen gritting his teeth, his face was distorted, a heavy sound came from his nose, a flagpole was pressed against the back of his head, and his body was shaking violently as if he had been electrocuted.
Now his talent has been sealed, he is just an ordinary person who is a little stronger.
Everyone on the city wall gnashed their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.
Liu Hong whispered, "Fang Xusheng, Lang Yuan seems to have received instructions from the rebels. This is to disturb your mind and force you to go out of the city to rescue. Don't fall into their trap."
Fang Yun looked at Zhang Poyue and said, "Are 10 million barbarians enough?"
Zhang Poyue suddenly looked at Fang Yun and laughed out loud, nodding vigorously. Because he had lost his tongue, his voice was particularly strange, but many people knew what he was going to say.
enough!
"General Zhang seems to be in a lot of pain, so I'll help him again!"
After Lang Yuan finished speaking, he threw the giant axe again, cutting off Zhang Poyue's right leg.
Zhang Poyue screamed, then laughed wildly.
"Twenty million." Fang Yun said calmly.
Seeing Fang Yun so calm, Lang Yuan threw the giant axe again.
"I'll help you add 20 million!"
Amid Lang Yuan's roar, Zhang Poyue's arms broke at the shoulders and fell to the ground.
Fang Yun didn't say anything, but the blue sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder roared, and lightning flashed. But the next moment, a red light flew out from the barbarian tent, dispersing the dark clouds and leaving flames all over the sky, making it impossible for the dark clouds to condense again.
"Hahahaha... Fang Xusheng, how is it? How is the sharpening of this human stick?"
Fang Yun said calmly: "Chopping off his head is called a human stick. You can't even be a human stick. No wonder the demon world calls you useless dogs."
“How dare you!” Lang Yuan was about to throw the golden giant axe again but stopped immediately and shouted, “You want to trick me into killing Zhang Poyue so that he would suffer a short pain rather than a long one? Foolish! Come, rub some salt into Zhang Poyue’s wounds and don’t let him die! Zhang Poyue likes to scold me, so let him watch me kill Fang Yun!”
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