The guest from Zhao wears a long Hu tassel, and the hook from Wu shines brightly with frost and snow.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which gallops like a meteor.
Kill a saint with every step, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
When the work is done, he will leave, hiding his achievements and fame.
I stopped by Xinling to have a drink, and took off my sword and placed it across my knees.
He gave the roast meat to Zhu Hai and held the cup to toast Hou Ying.
Three cups of wine make a promise come true, and the five mountains seem light.
After my eyes were dizzy and my ears were hot, my spirits were high and my mood was full of energy.
He wielded the golden hammer to save Zhao, and Handan was shocked first.
Two heroes of all ages, making the city of Daliang glorious.
Even though I die, my chivalrous spirit will remain fragrant, and I will never be ashamed to be a hero in the world.
Who can write about you? Only the Bible.
The Great Sage recites poems in an instant.
But at this moment, even those who did not understand the human language fully understood this Holy Way war poem that resonated with the Holy Way, and it seemed as if Fang Yun's voice came to their ears.
"Imagine the heroes of the human race, the most famous of whom are the heroes of Yan and Zhao. They wear simple martial arts belts on their heads, swords as bright as frost and snow on their waists, and ride white horses with silver saddles. They shine together and gallop across the earth like meteors."
"At this moment, among all the saints, we should be like the heroes of Yan and Zhao, swinging a sword with one step, killing a saint with one sword, and the world is like a leisurely garden. We can go anywhere and no one can stop us. After killing all the saints, it will be like completing an insignificant task, and we will leave without caring about the so-called fame."
"Back then, Lord Xinling placed his sword in front of him and drank with the fierce assassin Zhu Hai and the counselor Hou Ying. After three cups of wine, he made a promise to go back to the Five Sacred Mountains. When he was drunk, his righteousness soared to the sky, just like Nie Zheng stabbing Han and a white rainbow piercing the sun. To save Zhao for Lord Xinling, Hou Ying made plans, and Zhu Hai followed Lord Xinling, swinging a giant hammer to beat Jin Bi to death, and obtained the military token, helping Lord Xinling defeat the Qin army and resolve the siege of Handan. The reputation and achievements of the two people are enough to spread in Daliang City for a thousand years."
"Heroes like Zhu Hai and Hou Ying, even though dead, their chivalrous spirits still live on, and they are worthy of being remembered for generations. For heroes like these, only the classic history books of the saints can record their deeds. Our luck surpasses that of all the chivalrous men of all generations, and we regard all the enemies and saints as nothing. We should use our long swords to kill all the saints!"
The Great Sage’s fighting skills are all displayed, the stars gather, ferocious beasts gather, great power is overwhelming, and the ferocity is shocking.
The void cracked, as if it was the end of the world.
The saints saw that Fang Yun, who was blocked by so many great saints’ fighting skills, disappeared!
Even if the void were to crack, it would not be able to stop this human race.
Fang Yun took a step forward.
A Tiger Saint suddenly saw a man emerging from behind the Fox Saint beside him. He was dressed in white like clouds, with black hair like waterfalls. His every move was full of elegance and his eyes were full of charm.
The man seemed to appear out of thin air, with no murderous intent in his body, and in his eyes, the whole mountain was empty.
In Fang Yun's eyes, the world was reflected, but there was no one.
The Tiger Saint shouted hurriedly, but before he could finish his thought, he saw that the Fox Saint had already realized it and was rapidly releasing his strength and preparing to escape.
Tiger Saint saw an extremely strange scene, which he could not understand.
Fang Yun held the lengthened True Dragon Holy Sword in his hand, and clearly had not yet touched the Fox Saint, but the Fox Saint suddenly closed his eyes, and his soul dissipated, leaving no breath.
Afterwards, Fang Yun stabbed the Fox Saint in the back of the head with a sword.
The Fox Saint fell to the ground and died.
When the Fox Saint fell to the ground, the Tiger Saint suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did his perspective change when the Fox Saint fell? Why did he seem to fall to the ground with the Fox Saint
At this time, Tiger Saint saw that Fang Yun seemed to turn his head slightly and look at him.
In Fang Yun's eyes, the corpse of a tiger saint was reflected.
"Isn't that me?" Before his death, Tiger Saint finally understood that Fang Yun killed him first and then killed Fox Saint.
"over there… "
A great sage pointed to where the bodies of the Fox Saint and the Tiger Saint were.
Fang Yun stood in mid-air, his white clothes not stained by dust, his frosty sword not stained by blood.
"kill him!"
The saints attacked desperately in fear, and countless holy powers rushed towards Fang Yun like a dazzling meteor shower and a world-destroying tsunami.
Fang Yun disappeared again on the spot, avoiding all attacks.
Those forces that could have broken through the void and blocked all movement seemed to be non-existent.
A world of its own.
Uncontrollable fear appeared on the faces of the saints. It turned out that the power of the Holy Ancestor was far stronger than they had imagined.
The moment Fang Yun disappeared, all the saints moved immediately, either sideways or forward, never retreating.
After a semi-saint from the Kunlun tribe attacked, he rushed forward rapidly, but suddenly felt a chill on the back of his head. He turned around and found something extremely strange.
I was clearly running, but why was my body lying there with blood gushing out from behind my head
Why didn't Fang Yun look at the corpse, but instead looked straight at himself who was running away
The vision in front of this semi-saint gradually turned dark, and then he saw Fang Yun wave his hand and take away his body.
"Why can I see these?" Before he died, this semi-saint did not understand why.
This is the second step.
The saints panicked and attacked Fang Yun again, but Fang Yun disappeared into the void again.
Invisible and traceless, soundless and colorless.
After seeing Fang Yun disappear, the Plague Sage immediately rushed forward. Relying on his own strength, no matter how strong Fang Yun was, he could not kill him with one sword.
Suddenly, Fang Yun appeared in front.
When the Plague Sage saw Fang Yun slowly raising his sword, he was overjoyed. He immediately prepared to move sideways to avoid it and attack with the seventy-seven holy teeth, but the Plague Sage was stunned.
Why is Fang Yun holding the seventy-seven holy teeth in his hand
Why is my body completely out of my control, with my eyebrows pointing straight towards the tip of the sword
why is that
The Plague Sage suddenly discovered in his mind the death process of those previous semi-saints, as if they were caught off guard.
"Should I tell the saints about this discovery..."
puff…
The light in the Plague Sage's eyes slowly dissipated. Before it dissipated, he saw Fang Yun wave his left hand and put his complete holy remains into the literary world.
At the same time, Fang Yun's voice came to his ears, and that voice seemed to have arrived after countless tens of thousands of years.
"Thank you for your cooperation and for bringing so many demons to find me."
Step 4, step 5, step 6…
One step, one moment; one moment, one sword; one sword, one kill.
In a moment, ten saints fell!
In the eyes of the saints in the distance, Fang Yun appeared in ten places almost continuously in a breath. With just one sword strike, he killed a half-saint or a great saint cleanly and neatly. Those people seemed to have not realized that they had encountered an enemy before they died.
No defense, no resistance, no struggle.
Their deaths were extremely peaceful.
In that moment, the saints in the distance felt that the world had lost its sound and color, and even the flow of time had slowed down.
In their eyes, Fang Yun seemed to be the center of all things and the origin of time.
All the worlds revolve around Fang Yun.
All the saints began to retreat, retreat quickly, and retreat continuously.
Including three great saints from the imperial family, two great saints from the first royal family, all the great saints who did not take action, and all the saints who just took action.
They started to flee.
"Whoever escapes first will die first."
Fang Yun's gentle voice echoed in everyone's ears, as if a kind old gentleman was advising his disciples to study hard, and that was all.
One holy throne after another fell.
Like mowing the grass at night.