While the two were fighting with swords, the army behind Fang Yun was ready to go.
In the past, the war poets and generals mainly focused on blocking the enemy, because they were most afraid of the enemy's approach, but now, with the turtle armor battle body and the semi-saint robe on their body, Fang Yun had no worries.
All the war poet generals were replaced by Gongjia disciples and crossbow mechanisms. There were a total of 10,000 crossbow mechanisms, which was larger than Liangjie Mountain.
When a total of ten thousand huge crossbow arrows flew through the air, the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun couldn't help but be shocked. Each crossbow arrow had the ability to penetrate the demon king and even hurt the ordinary demon king. When thousands of arrows were fired in unison, It is as if all the troops are united and their military souls are condensed, forming an even more incredible force.
Boom boom boom boom…
One after another, huge crossbow arrows exceeding three feet passed through the power storm and hit the mirror armor of the Holy Spirit of the Fallen Sun.
Then, all the crossbow arrows exploded, and the power contained in them rebounded, forming an even stronger storm of power.
The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun was not harmed in any way, but it did not look relaxed at all.
On the contrary, Fang Yun had a smile on his face.
Mirror armor is very powerful, but no matter how powerful the talent or treasure is, it has its limits. If an ordinary scholar's attack falls on the mirror armor, it will not be able to do anything for a hundred years, let alone a year. However, Fang Yun's attack contains the power of the Holy Way, and the power of Tao Sheng's Holy Power and the Power of Decay is endless. fall on it.
Fang Yun had to admit that the mirror armor was very strong, but no matter how strong it was, it was only the power derived from the holy way, not the real power of the holy way. Even the power of the holy way could be slowly eroded by the power of decay.
The military camp's battle cry "Broken Array" is just the beginning.
Fang Yun's brush strokes were used in succession to defeat tens of thousands of demon kings on the Two Realms Mountains.
First, he praised Li Guang's scholarly poem "Arrow in the Stone".
Next is the poem "Ode to the People of Qin", which praises the people.
Then there is the Jinshi poem "Liangzhou Ci", which praises the soldiers and generals in hundreds of battles.
Then there is the Hanlin poem "Po Lou Lan" which praises the soldiers who attacked the demonic barbarians.
Finally, there is "Li Guangsong".
This ancient and unparalleled first poem was a great success in Liangjieshan, and Fang Yun also relied on it to make extraordinary achievements. But now, Li Guang's shadow appears behind Fang Yun again.
In the process of Fang Yun writing these five poems, Tao Sheng's power poured into each one he wrote. In the end, Li Guang's virtual shadow actually exuded a touch of holy power.
Li Guang is a virtual saint, and the power of Taosheng gives it more power.
Li Guang, the current war poet, is comparable to a great scholar in the Five Realms. He draws his bow and shoots arrows.
boom!
The giant arrow was like a meteor, ignoring the distance, and instantly landed on the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun, bursting out with a dazzling light.
A crack appeared on a mirror.
Fang Yun was slightly shocked, thinking that the Jedi's Holy Spirit was indeed extraordinary. You must know that this war poem has the ability to break through all protections at the same level. Now it has been formed into a five-letter poem, and with the power of the semi-saint's crown, this arrow is enough to hit Wearing the protection of an ordinary emperor, it only destroyed a mirror.
The same light shone in the eyes of the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun. It was ten times more shocked than Fang Yun. Unexpectedly, a mere war poem by a great scholar could break the powerful power that the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun was proud of.
"It seems that it still doesn't work..."
With a stroke of his pen, Fang Yun said, "Jiang Chengzi sent the barbarian emperor to the third place"!
If Li Guang's magic arrow is a shooting star, then the wolf arrow shot by this song "Jiang Chengzi" is like a comet flying across the sky.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit had no time to dodge, and the dazzling wolf arrow directly hit the mirror armor.
After a loud noise, the divine light was blinding, and the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun was knocked back several feet.
Dozens of mirrors had cracks.
"Why are your war poems so powerful!" Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun looked at Fang Yun in disbelief. His mirror armor could withstand the Emperor's attack. Even the attack of the Demonic Emperor's Ancestral God was only more powerful than the Shooting Wolf. The arrows just break some mirrors.
"Is it big? Even your armor can't be broken." Fang Yun disagreed.
The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun almost vomited blood and said angrily: "This mirror armor is made from the fragments of the Holy Path. It comes from the power of the Holy Ancestor Wu Lun. If a war poem can break it, how can we fight against Nibei Mountain?" Competing? How to protect the Jedi?"
"Really?" After Fang Yun finished speaking, he continued to wave the Confucian pen, and saw the wolf arrows flying past one after another, like comets hitting the land, whizzing away, and after hitting, the roar continued.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit quickly became a target, completely overwhelmed by the light and dust caused by the collision between the wolf arrow and the mirror armor.
Not long after, numerous cracks appeared in the mirror armor of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit.
The face of the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun is getting uglier and uglier. As the main force who has repeatedly fought against Nibei Mountain and other dangerous Jedi places, he has never encountered such a situation.
"Doesn't it take a long time for your human race's war poems to be released?" The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun couldn't believe his eyes. In Fang Yun's hands, the war poems of the great scholar were as simple as the war poems of the scholar.
It has the power of the great Confucian's war poems and the speed of its execution by the scholar's war poems.
"I said, you will regret it." Fang Yun continued to release "Jiang Chengzi", shooting wolf arrows one after another to attack the Holy Spirit of the Fallen Sun crazily.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit tried to evade many times, but all failed.
The Holy Spirit of the Fallen Sun gritted his teeth and said: "This battle poem is magnificent and powerful, and it must consume a lot of talent. An ordinary scholar can only use dozens of arrows at most. Let's see how long you can attack! Without talent, only a saint Qi or other things, you can't use war poetry at all!"
"Then you can try to wait."
With the blessing of the Semi-Saint Clothes and Crowns, Fang Yun can use it endlessly with just one wave.
There are many talented people, such as miniature literary stars, and semi-saints with robes and crowns. Fang Yun's talents are also endless. Just one song "Jiang Chengzi" cannot exhaust his talents at all.
I don't know how many wolf arrows flew out in a row. Suddenly, an earth-shattering sound sounded.
With the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun as the center, dazzling light flashed randomly, and countless mirrors exploded. Strangely, all the broken mirrors splashed in one direction at the same time.
All fired towards the place where Fang Yun was.
The broken mirror made a harsh whistling sound, forming a torrent of holy energy, like a deep sea monster that wanted to devour everything.
Fang Yun was unmoved and continued to use "Jiang Chengzi", colliding with countless broken lenses.
However, these broken lenses are the ultimate power of the mirror armor. The Wolf Arrow was defeated in an instant, and the torrent of fragments could engulf Fang Yun in the next moment.
The wind blows.
Peach blossoms and chrysanthemums are flying all over the sky, forming a gorgeous tornado, surrounding Fang Yun.
The pure white fragments collide with the bright petals, stirring up an extremely powerful storm of power, radiant, beautiful and dangerous.
Those broken lenses were coming fiercely, like a rushing river, and the bright petals seemed weak, but each one seemed to be poured by holy power and firmly blocked in front of Fang Yun.
The broken lens is like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, but Fang Yun, protected by the petals, is like an unshakable mountain.