Next, Fang Yun began to use the skills accumulated over the years.
These techniques are not only derived from the human race, but also from the fighting methods of the dragon race, ancient demons, demon barbarians and even other races, and they have all been proven to be effective.
Di Lan stared closely at Fang Yun and found that Fang Yun's attack preparation time was much slower than before, but the speed of thrusting at the end was a little faster than before. Although it was only less than one percent faster, it was indeed Soon.
Di Lan said doubtfully: "Your power is a bit stronger, but many times, we have to take action as quickly as possible. There is no problem with your power accumulation, but it is only suitable for the first blow."
Fang Yun shook his head and said, "Control your strength to my level and fight with me with a spear."
Di Lan smiled and said: "I am a spear master among the Semi-Saints, because I am born with the power of time and space and can temporarily distort time and space. No Semi-Saint is my opponent."
"You are not allowed to use holy power, and your physical strength must be kept at my level." Fang Yun said.
"No problem, I won't use my time and space talent."
The two men stood face to face with spears in hand, attracting the attention of many people.
The four-legged black snake and the gang of naughty kids also discovered that the two were sparring, and immediately rushed over excitedly.
The young man who was practicing the battle formation also stopped and took a rest while looking at Fang Yun and Di Lan.
The two men fought quickly. Because they could not use powerful force, the battle did not look gorgeous.
At first, everyone didn't think it was very interesting. After all, they were used to seeing the battles of saints. But after watching it for a while, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.
The spear in Fang Yun's hand seemed like the most vicious snake, always able to find Di Lan's loopholes and carry out the most precise and destructive attacks.
After all, Di Lan is a semi-saint, and his overall strength is much stronger than Fang Yun, so he can always avoid it easily.
However, after the two sides exchanged more than thirty moves, Di Lan began to sweat on his forehead.
The half-saint is sweating!
At this time, everyone discovered an incredible scene. Fang Yun kept moving forward, but Di Lan kept retreating!
If you only look at Di Lan, you can't see any problems, but if you compare it with Fang Yun, you will find that Di Lan is simply a clumsy child, and Fang Yun has always been stronger than Di Lan.
The nearby great sage also showed curiosity.
Because Di Lan is very strong, even if the Great Sage controls his power to this extent, Di Lan still has the power to fight back.
But now, Di Lan is completely defending with all his strength and can't get a single shot out.
"Stop!" At the hundredth move, Di Lan finally yelled to stop, threw the spear to the ground, and gasped lightly.
Those naughty kids kept blinking, not knowing what happened to tire Di Lan to this point.
"Do you understand?" Fang Yun leaned on the spear and slowly shrank back to its original size.
Di Lan nodded solemnly and said: "I understand. On the surface, what you are better than me is in the skill of controlling the body, but in fact, when you use the skill, you think, or in other words, make judgments, not only It’s just a matter of fighting instinct. It’s almost like someone is standing outside the battlefield and instructing you to attack me.”
Fang Yun nodded and said: "If it is a battle under a semi-saint, this kind of fighting method of thinking first and then attacking is very stupid, but for a semi-saint, this level of thinking is beneficial and harmless."
"However, I tried it at the end and found that it would actually drag down the battle."
"It's very simple. You are not used to thinking and fighting at the same time. When you get used to it, I will definitely not be your opponent." Fang Yun said.
In fact, the way of thinking in battle is completely the way of fighting by scholars. Other ethnic groups may have it, but they have not implemented it because most ethnic groups are good at close combat and have no time to think during close combat.
Those ethnic groups have been fighting like this since childhood, and they did not change their habits even after they were canonized.
In fact, the saints of the human race have already experimented. After being canonized, with the powerful holy thoughts, they can think and fight at the same time.
"Really?" Di Lan was a little doubtful.
Fang Yun said: "You can ask the saint ancestors to deduce, or select some young children to practice. They are the easiest to improve, but you young and half-saints will have a hard time getting back."
"I'll practice!" Di Gan was the first to shout.
Fang Yun smiled and said: "Actually, the most suitable thing for your imperial clan is not a spear, but... a soft spear."
Fang Yun was helpless. He wanted to say a spear, but he couldn't say it at all. It can be seen that there were no guns in this era.
Although guns and spears are similar in appearance, they are very different in essence. For the powerful Imperial clan, guns have more fighting methods. The gun body is tough rather than as hard as a spear. If it can be mastered thoroughly, it will exert great power. .
"How soft is soft?" Di Lan asked.
"I need to try it bit by bit, and I also need your Imperial Clan's participation. As long as I can make a suitable soft spear, I believe that with the intelligence of the Imperial Clan, I will soon become proficient and realize the benefits of the soft spear. "Fang Yun said.
While Di Lan was hesitating, Di Han's voice came: "Di Lan, you take him to the arsenal. We can mobilize anyone and materials to make a soft spear."
"As you command!"
Di Lan immediately took Fang Yun to the arsenal.
Just one day later, the first batch of spears suitable for the Imperial Clan were produced.
The shaft of the spear is softer than the spear, and there is a big difference between the spear head and the spear head, so that the young half-saints who started to practice the spear complained endlessly, saying that it was not as good as the spear.
Fang Yun did not defend himself and continued to teach them. After all, a spear would last a lifetime. Let alone them, his own mastery of spears could only be said to be mediocre.
After three consecutive days of teaching, the young half-saints were still not used to it.
Fang Yun frowned helplessly. Compared with the human half-saints, the young half-saints from the imperial clan were simply a bunch of fools.
However, a turning point came when Emperor Han learned from Fang Yun personally.
Just one day later, Emperor Han mastered the essence of the spear and was even stronger than Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked at the emperor in front of him waving his spear with great force, and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the wisdom of the great saint of the imperial clan was no worse than that of the human half-sage.
The rest of the Imperial clan also looked at Emperor Han with wide eyes, amazed, because Emperor Han's spear was so powerful and had extremely rich attack methods, far more than spears.
Suddenly, Emperor Han's right hand shook, the holy power erupted, and the spear exploded, turning into a conical black tornado, piercing the front, piercing the space, and disappearing without a trace.
The most terrifying thing is not that the space is penetrated, but that the edges of the space that were penetrated are very neat, with no cracks extending outward. At the same time, a large black hole in the void is formed, which lasts for a period of time before slowly closing.
Everyone held their breath and murmured. This power seemed to be close to that of Emperor Han's full blow, but he just made a casual blow.
Emperor Han laughed and said: "This soft spear is too bad. When I refine one, my strength can be improved by at least 10%! Thank you very much, new clansman! From today on, everyone under the Great Sage will practice soft spear." Spear! Soft spear is more suitable for our imperial clan!"