Xiong Jin still has reason, Xiong Jing has long been driven crazy by Fang Yun, and no matter what Xiong Jin says, he fights completely according to instinct, and has only one goal.

Kill Fang Yun!

"Xiong Jiao Demon King, don't forget the old man. After Tan Hemu finished speaking, he took the initiative to meet Xiong Jin and tried his best to stop him.

Xiong Jin showed a helpless look, so he had to shout: "Xiong Jing, if there is an accident, run away immediately, don't fight! This Fang Yun can control the Dragon Devouring Vine, and he will definitely be able to command the jailers!"

"Whew......" Xiong Jing's response was a roar of rage, frantically chasing after Fang Yun, and a faint blood light appeared inside the black scales.

Fang Yun's eyes froze, he didn't expect the other party to start burning life!

"What I'm afraid of is that you don't fight with all your strength! If you don't fight with your life, how can you let me try the sword!" Fang Yun said, suddenly turned around and sat down with his back to the horse's head, and began to attack with all his strength in the face of Xiong Jing!

An imperceptible light spread out from Fang Yun's body, and the top grade was as stable as Mount Tai's lamp suddenly brightened! From then on, Fang Yun could continue to use the battle poems, and there was no need to worry about the smoke column vibrating!

Next, the lights of Huang Wenxin's heart burned, and a vague light spread, passing through Fang Yun's cold iron knight, all of Fang Yun's attack power fell on the enemy's body, and it would directly wipe out a quarter of the enemy's protective power!

The lights of the two hearts and minds are also brightened.

Hanlin is a godsend, a stroke of God.

I saw that on the pallet in front of Fang Yun, two pieces of paper appeared, each paper had a pen on it, Fang Yun held a pen in his hand, and a pen hung in the air out of thin air.

At the same time, Fang Yun's top-grade clever tongue is like a spring and a heart, and he spits out war poems, which are as fast as a cannon, but everyone can hear every word clearly, and it is also a poem!

Fang Yun's right hand, the divine pen and the clever tongue form the same war poem.

Shicheng, a whole three Li Guang phantoms appeared behind Fang Yun!

The forest is dark and the grass is frightened.

The general draws the bow at night.

Pingming looking for white feathers,

Not in the stone ridge.

Li Guang pulled his bow, and the bow was full like the moon.

At the same time, Fang Yun controlled two True Dragon Ancient Swords and stabbed straight at Xiong Jing's left half of his body, and Xiong Jing instinctively dodged to the right.

Boom......

Three long arrows with thick arms flew out at the same time, like three meteors, and the flames were in the sky, accurately hitting Xiongjing!

If Xiong Jing is full of demons, he is full of qi and blood. The three arrows would stop at the fur, but for now, he only had a layer of black-scale armor.

If there was no silver sand under his feet, Xiong Jing could have dodged it, but now, he was stuck in the sand with all four feet.

The Three Realms "Arrow in the Stone", once hit, will inevitably run through, but it is only equivalent to the Jinshi War Poem. It can penetrate the demon marquis's protection, but it can't penetrate the demon king's black scales.

Because of the coercion of rank, the difference in strength level is too large.

However, there is a high-quality letter in the orpiment. There is a top-grade Spring and Autumn Accumulation Order, and there is the Demon Ancestor Star and the Dragon Saint Star Position, and Shengsheng has pressed the gap between the two ranks to one level!

The armor of the demon king, only the power of the demon marquis remains.

Poof!

Arrows in the Three Realms Stone. Once hit, it must be through!

Three arrows explode after hitting!

"Whew......" Xiong Jing screamed.

Three large holes one foot deep and the thickness of an arm appeared on Xiong Jing's body, and blood was gushing and flowing.

Compared to the huge body of the demon king. The three blood holes are nothing, but the healing rate of the three blood holes is extremely slow, and the scale armor outside the blood hole no longer recovers.

In order to avoid running out of blood, Xiong Jing could only consume a large amount of qi and blood to speed up the healing of the blood hole, but even then, it would take at least a quarter of an hour to do so.

The two True Dragon Ancient Swords attacked again.

The three Li Guang phantoms have been fused into one, one bow is full, and three arrows are on it.

The True Dragon Ancient Sword attacks Xiong Jing on the left side, and the three arrows attack the middle and right sides.

Xiong Jing's fighting instinct made him choose to avoid the arrows in the stone and resist the two True Dragon Ancient Swords.

"...... Sonor"

The two True Dragon Ancient Swords sturdily cut on Xiong Jing's back, and the imitation sword could only cut the black scales to the point of injury, and the black scales healed at a very fast speed, but the body not only cut a large amount of scale armor on Xiong Jing's back, but also cut out a large piece of flesh that was one zhang long, one foot wide and one inch thick.

"Whew......"

Although the True Dragon Ancient Sword does not have the power of the Three Realms Battle Poetry Void Saint Li Guang, it has a true dragon pattern on it, and Fang Yun is a Wenxing Dragon Jue, and there is a Dragon Saint Star, except for the poor penetrating power, it is far superior to the stone arrow in other aspects!

Tan Hemu smiled when he saw this sword, but Xiong Jin chuckled in his heart.

Xiong Jing's large wound also couldn't heal quickly, and the scale armor was even more difficult to reproduce, which meant that the next time Fang Yun's True Dragon Ancient Sword fell on this wound, he would be able to directly pierce into it and turn the world upside down in Xiong Jing's body!

The demon barbarian is very strong, the demon king is above the ordinary demon barbarian, but after all, he is not a half-saint, and the internal organs in his body are no different from tofu in front of the true dragon ancient sword!

As a demon king, Xiong Jiao has rich combat experience, he knew that he would not be able to break through Tan Hemu in a short period of time, so he tried to guide Xiong Jing, but he thought about it again and again, until Fang Yun continued to attack continuously, and put the war poem as a continuous arrow, he didn't come up with a suitable countermeasure.

Soon, Fang Yun launched a fifth round of attacks.

Three stone arrows and two true dragon ancient swords attacked Xiong Jin!

In order to dodge the three stone arrows, Xiong Jiao seemed to be preparing to resist the True Dragon Ancient Sword, but at the moment when the True Dragon Ancient Sword was about to die, he suddenly burst out, stretched out his two forepaws, and grabbed a True Dragon Ancient Sword respectively, while spitting out demon magic in his mouth.

"You know, how could I not be prepared?"

Fang Yun smiled coldly, and the body of the True Dragon Ancient Sword immediately descended to avoid it, but the speed of the imitation sword was not as good as the body, and it looked like it was about to be caught.

"Burial Sword!"

A desolate sword roar sounded, and the imitation of the True Dragon Ancient Sword exploded with a bang, and then cracked into countless small swords and flew in all directions to the west.

The golden light is shining, dazzling, and sorrowful.

Sneer......

One sword turns into ten thousand swords!

Thousands of small swords hit Xiong Jing's left half of his body, leaving thousands of small blood holes, especially the left front leg that grabbed the imitation sword, which was almost beaten into a hornet's nest, and even his face had multiple blood holes.

The flesh and blood in the blood cave squirmed, making Xiong Jing's body extremely terrifying.

Without waiting for Xiong Jing to breathe down, the three poems are in the same book "Half Peak Tilt", and one breath becomes three poems!

Three small peaks of war poems dozens of feet high lined up and smashed towards Xiongjing.

The hill is too big, and Xiong Jing has no way to avoid it, so he can only resist with his uninjured right front leg!

Bang! Bang!

Three more peaks!

Bang bang bang!

Fly three again!

The body of the True Dragon Ancient Sword cut a wound on Xiong Jing's left front leg.

Bang bang bang!

......

When the twenty-fourth peak of Zhan Shi exploded, Xiong Jing spat out a mouthful of blood, and finally suffered injuries to his internal organs due to the continuous hard resistance to the Shi Peak.

Subsequently, the entire left front leg suddenly fell!

Xiong Jing was stunned for a moment, and when he looked down, his left front leg had already been cut to pieces by the power of the Burial Sword and the True Dragon Ancient Sword, and this twenty-fourth Zhan Shi Mountain Peak was the last straw that crushed the camel, completely breaking the adhesion place.

Fang Yun also breathed a sigh of relief, the power that was as steady as Mount Tai was about to dissipate, and it would take a while before he could use it again, and he couldn't continue to use the battle poems as unscrupulously as before.

Fang Yun's eyes brightened, the battle was coming to an end!

"Run, run!" Xiong Yu suddenly roared loudly, and everyone present could feel the grief and indignation in his heart.

The dignified demon king was broken by a Hanlin of the human race!

The blood in Xiong Jing's eyes finally faded a little, he glanced at Xiong Jin, then at Fang Yun, turned around and ran.

(To be continued.) )