On both sides of the lens torrent, ten thousand mechanical crossbows did not stop, and the two true dragon ancient swords did not stop either!
The True Dragon Ancient Sword has already emitted true fire, and the sword body is covered with layers of scales, like a dragon in the sword, continuing to attack the Falling Sun Holy Spirit.
Without the protection of the broken lens, the Holy Spirit of Falling Sun still has powerful holy energy and its own strength, but this power cannot stop the erosion of the power of Blood Light World.
Countless forces of decay poured into the body of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit in Guangyan, and penetrated into the solar wheel behind its head without any hindrance.
That is the core of the power of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit, just like the brain of the human race and the heart of the monster.
Feeling the domineering power of the power of decay, the Holy Spirit of Falling Sun had to focus its main energy on fighting against the power of decay. Fang Yun immediately seized the opportunity and the Ancient Sword of True Dragon hit its body one after another. The power of decay contained in it instantly penetrated into the sun wheel.
The torrent of debris gradually dissipated, and it wouldn't be long before Fang Yun would be completely free.
The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun was both angry and anxious, with a fierce look flashing in his eyes. He saw the sun wheel behind him suddenly rise higher, reaching a diameter of fifty feet.
The circular edge of the sun wheel emitted incandescent light towards the center. Where the dense light gathered, a fireball appeared. The fireball grew bigger and bigger, and after a few breaths, it formed a huge fireball.
The image of the fireball was exactly the same as the sun, constantly spewing flames out.
Endless heat began to spread in all directions without distinction. The True Dragon Ancient Sword was unable to withstand the blazing force and had to retreat.
"Human, I will burn you into dust!"
As the Falling Sun Holy Spirit spoke, the light of the sun wheel suddenly increased. Then, the air around the Falling Sun Holy Spirit began to burn, forming a blazing flame that quickly spread in all directions and soon came in front of Fang Yun.
The petal tornado had just fought a fierce battle with a torrent of debris and its strength had not yet recovered. It was unable to hold on in the face of the endless flames.
Just as the flames were about to break through the petal storm, flames shot up into the sky behind Fang Yun, and the Starfire Hun Tian Mirror appeared in the air.
At this moment, the Starfire Hun Tianjian seemed to have become a fire-absorbing mechanism, and also like the legendary Phoenix-Swallowing Dog that feeds on the sun. The intense flames around Fang Yun were completely swallowed up by it.
The swallowing range of the Starfire Hun Tian Jian is getting larger and larger, and finally, as soon as the flames leave the sun wheel, they will be directly swallowed up.
"Huh… "
Fang Yun let out a light exclamation, because the seal on the Starfire Hun Tianjian by the South China Sea Dragon Palace had actually loosened a little!
"Yes! The power of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit comes from the Holy Ancestor Wu Lun. It can almost be said that it has the same origin as the Starfire Hun Tian Jian. Both of them control the power of the sun. If enough power is absorbed, the Starfire Hun Tian Jian will definitely be able to unseal the treasure."
A thought flashed through Fang Yun's mind, and suddenly his body shook. He covered his chest with his left hand and spit out a mouthful of blood. Then sweat broke out on his forehead and his clothes were all wet.
“Hahahaha…” The Falling Sun Holy Spirit laughed heartily, “Just now I protected myself with mirror armor, but you destroyed it with continuous attacks. Now, you are in the same predicament. If you don’t use the Starfire Hun Tianjian, you will be burned to death by my Sun Wheel. If you use the Starfire Hun Tianjian, you will be sucked dry by the power of the holy treasure! I want to see how long you can hold on! Hahaha…”
Fang Yun frowned and slowly restrained the power of the Half-Saint Robe. Finally, the power of the Half-Saint Robe almost disappeared, leaving only a thin layer of light on his body and the old man behind him who was working with Fang Yun and the Falling Sun Holy Spirit on his back.
"It seems that you no longer have the strength to support both the Half-Saint Garment and the Starfire Heavenly Mirror at the same time. This emperor's Sun Wheel originated from the top of Sunset Mountain, was taken from the power of the Saint Ancestor, and was forged by the Three Saints themselves. It has endless flames. Let's see how long you can hold on!"
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit realized his advantage and simply gave up attacking. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched Fang Yun struggling with a smile.
As time passed, Fang Yun's body underwent various changes. Sometimes his face turned pale, sometimes he was sweating profusely, sometimes his whole body was shaking, and sometimes he coughed heavily...
In the end, Fang Yun simply stood there, closing his eyes, his body swaying slightly, like a dazed and dying old man.
At first, the Falling Sun Spirit had a smile on its face, but as time went on, it felt the pressure.
The Sun Wheel is indeed very powerful, but it is not a holy treasure after all, and it still needs its power to support it. This method of gathering fire into the sun consumes the original power of the Sun Wheel, which is actually consuming one's own original power.
"He is almost dying, I must hold on..." The Falling Sun Holy Spirit stared at Fang Yun and encouraged himself in his heart.
A quarter of an hour passed.
Fang Yun staggered.
"It looks like he's about to fall!" thought the Holy Spirit of Meteorite.
After two quarters of an hour, Fang Yun looked even weaker.
"It's completely useless." The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun said it bluntly.
Three quarters of an hour later, Fang Yun looked like a frail old man, as if he had just run a hundred miles.
"You can really hold on. Let's see how long you can hold on!" The Falling Sun Holy Spirit continued to stare at Fang Yun.
An hour later, the light around the Falling Sun Holy Spirit grew dim, and its body, which was originally 20 feet tall, shrank to 15 feet.
The Falling Sun Holy Spirit angrily cursed: "Why aren't you dead yet? Why are you still holding on?"
Fang Yun weakly raised his head, glanced at the Falling Sun Holy Spirit, then lowered his head again, looking as if his strength was about to be drained away.
"I'll wait a little longer!"
Less than a quarter of an hour had passed when the Holy Spirit of Falling Sun suddenly turned around.
The inner edge of the black gold sun wheel was actually melted, and cracks appeared on the surface!
“You... I..." The Falling Sun Holy Spirit was stunned. He was at the peak of his career, but something went wrong. However, Fang Yun, who could die at any time, had not died yet.
The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun had to restrain its power, and the huge fireball was slowly shrinking.
Fang Yun was unhappy. He stood up straight and said, "As a Jedi Holy Spirit, you watched the enemy dying with your own eyes. Victory is clearly in sight, but you suddenly restrained your strength. How can this be considered as disgraceful! Come on, continue to release flames and fight for another three hours."
"You..." The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun only felt a black screen before his eyes, and finally understood that Fang Yun had been pretending to be exhausted and deliberately let the Starfire Hun Tianjian absorb the power. He immediately remembered the previous conversation between Fang Yun and the Poisonous Dragon King. This treasure was sealed, and Fang Yun was relying on external forces.
"I'll kill you!" The Falling Sun Holy Spirit rushed towards Fang Yun, but its movements were much slower and more clumsy than before.
"Unfortunately, your strength is too little..." Fang Yun sighed.
The Half-Saint Robe, whose power had been restrained to the extreme, suddenly burst out with a majestic aura, allowing Fang Yun to recover his strength.
Feeling the endless power of the Semi-Saint Robe, the Falling Sun Holy Spirit, a holy spirit composed of light and flames, shuddered as if falling into an icy cave.
"This set of semi-saint robes and crowns is indeed stronger than the ordinary semi-saint robes and crowns in the legend!" The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun suddenly turned around and ran.
How could Fang Yun let it go? He chased it relentlessly. When he was about to catch up, the Falling Sun Holy Spirit suddenly roared.
"You thief from Huagu River, I already knew you were not far away. I will give up this man's treasures. As long as you kill him, all the treasures will be yours! Don't try to kill me to silence me. If you kill me, the Three Saints of my clan will definitely find out and will kill you then!"
Fang Yun’s first thought was that it was bluffing, but he soon discovered a huge figure emerging from the corner of the corridor.
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