The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2317 Infinite Flame

On both sides of the torrent of mirrors, the ten thousand mechanical crossbows did not stop, and the two ancient dragon swords also did not stop!

The True Dragon Ancient Sword has already unleashed the True Fire, and the sword body is covered with layers of scales, just like the dragon in the sword, and continues to attack the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun.

Without the protection of the broken lens, the Holy Spirit of Fallen Sun still has powerful holy energy and its own power, but this power cannot stop the erosion of the power of the world of blood.

Countless powers of decay poured into the body of the Falling Sun Holy Spirit, and penetrated into the sun wheel behind its head without any obstacles.

That is the core of the power of the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun, just like the brain of the human race and the core of the demon barbarian.

Feeling the tyranny of the power of decay, the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun had to focus on fighting the power of decay. Fang Yun immediately seized the opportunity, and the True Dragon Ancient Sword hit its body one after another, and the power of decay contained in it instantly penetrated. into the sun wheel.

The torrent of debris gradually dissipated, and it wouldn't take long for Fang Yun to be completely free.

The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun was angry and anxious. A stern look flashed in his eyes, and he saw the sun wheel behind him suddenly rise to a diameter of fifty feet.

The edge of the ring of the sun wheel emits incandescent light toward the center. Where the dense light condenses, a fireball appears. The fireball gets bigger and bigger. After a few breaths, it forms a huge fireball.

The image of the fireball is exactly the same as the sun, constantly spitting flames outward.

The endless heat began to extend in all directions without distinction. The True Dragon Ancient Sword was unable to withstand the blazing power and had to retreat.

"Human, I will burn you to dust!"

As the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun spoke, the light of the sun wheel increased sharply. Then, the air around the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun burned, forming a blazing flame, which quickly spread in all directions, and soon came to Fang Yun.

The petal tornado had just fought a fierce battle with the torrent of debris, but its strength had not yet been restored. It was actually difficult to hold up in the face of the endless flames.

Seeing that the flames were about to break through the petal storm, the fire behind Fang Yun soared into the sky, and the Starfire Huntianjian appeared in the air.

At this moment, the Xinghuo Huntianjian seemed to be a fire-absorbing mechanism, and like the legendary phoenix-eating dog that feeds on the sun, all the intense flames around Fang Yun were swallowed up by it.

The swallowing range of the Xinghuo Huntianjian is getting larger and larger, and finally the flames will be swallowed directly as soon as they leave the sun wheel.

"Eh..."

Fang Yun let out a sigh, because Nanhai Dragon Palace's seal on Xinghuo Huntianjian was actually a little loose!

"Yes! The power of the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun comes from the Holy Ancestor Wu Lun. It can almost be said that it has the same origin as the Xinghuo Huantianjian. They both control the power of the sun. If enough power is absorbed, the Xinghuo Huantianjian will definitely be able to lift the seal. "

Thoughts flashed through Fang Yun's mind, and suddenly his body swayed. He covered his chest with his left hand and spit out a mouthful of blood. Then his forehead sweated and his clothes were all wet.

"Hahahaha..." Holy Spirit of the Fallen Sun laughed heartily, "Just now I used the mirror armor to protect myself, and you destroyed it with continuous attacks. Now, you are also in the same predicament. If you don't use the Xinghuo Huntianjian, you You will be burned to death by my Sun Chakra, and if you use the Xinghuo Huntian Jian, 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 Semi-Saint Clothes. In the end, almost all the power of the Semi-Saint Clothes 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 Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun on his back.

"It seems that you no longer have the strength to support the Semi-Saint Clothes and the Xinghuo Huntian Jian at the same time. The emperor's sun wheel comes from the top of Sunset Mountain, is taken from the power of the ancestors, and is forged by the three saints. It has endless flames. I See how long you can last!"

The Holy Spirit of the Fallen Sun found his own advantage and simply gave up the attack. He folded his arms in front of his chest and looked at Fang Yun struggling to support himself with a smile.

Time slowly passed, and Fang Yun's body showed various changes. Sometimes his face turned green and white, sometimes he was sweating profusely, sometimes his whole body was shaking, and sometimes he was coughing heavily...

In the end, Fang Yun simply stood there with his eyes closed and his body swaying slightly, like a dazed and dying old man.

At first, the Holy Spirit of Fallen Sun was smiling, but as time went by, it felt pressured.

The sun wheel is indeed very powerful, but it is not a holy treasure after all, and it still needs its strength to support it. This method of gathering fire into the sun consumes the original power of the sun wheel. In essence, it consumes one's own original power.

"He is dying, I must hold on..." The Holy Spirit of Fallen Sun stared at Fang Yun, encouraging himself in his heart.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Fang's luck is shaky.

"It looks like he's about to fall!" The Holy Spirit of Falling Sun said in his heart.

Two quarters of an hour passed, and Fang Yun became even weaker.

"It's completely gone." The Holy Spirit of Fallen Sun said simply.

Three-quarters of an hour passed, and Fang Yun looked like he was in his twilight years, as if a centenarian had just finished running a hundred miles.

"You can really hold on. Let's see how long you can hold on!" Holy Spirit of Falling Sun continued to stare at Fang Yun.

An hour later, the flames surrounding the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun became dim, and its originally twenty-foot-tall body shrank to fifteen feet.

The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun cursed angrily: "Why aren't you dead yet? Why are you still holding on?"

Fang Yun raised his head weakly, glanced at the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun, and lowered his head again, as if he was about to be drained of his power.

"I'll wait!"

Not even a quarter of an hour later, the Holy Spirit of Fallen Sun suddenly turned around.

The edge of the inner ring of the black-gold sun wheel was melted, and cracks appeared on the surface!

"You...I..." The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun was stunned. He was at the peak of his career, but Fang Yun, who could die at any time, had not died yet.

The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun had to restrain his strength, and the huge fireball was slowly getting smaller.

Fang Yun was unhappy, stood up straight, and said: "As a Jedi Holy Spirit, you watched the enemy dying, and victory was in sight, but you suddenly restrained your strength. How can it be! Come on, continue to release the flames, and fight for another three hours."

"You..." The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun felt that his eyes were black, and finally understood that Fang Yun had been pretending to be exhausted before, deliberately letting the Star Fire Hun Tian Jian absorb the power. He immediately remembered the conversation between Fang Yun and the Poison Dragon King before. This treasure was sealed, and Fang Yun was relying on external forces.

"I killed you!" The Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun rushed towards Fang Yun, and its movements were much slower and clumsier than before.

"Unfortunately, your power is too little..." Fang Yun sighed.

The semi-saint robes, which had originally restrained their power to the extreme, suddenly burst out with a majestic aura, allowing Fang Yun to regain his strength.

Feeling the endless power of the semi-saint robes, the Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun, which was composed of light and flames, was shocked as if he fell into an ice cave.

"This set of semi-saint robes is indeed stronger than the ordinary semi-saint robes in the legend!" The Holy Spirit of the 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 Holy Spirit of the Falling Sun suddenly roared.

"The thief from the Painted Bone River, I knew you were not far away. I will give up this man's treasure. As long as you kill him, the treasure will belong to you! Don't try to kill me to silence me. If you kill me, the three saints of my clan will definitely find out and kill you at that time!"

Fang Yun's first thought was that it was bluffing, but soon he found that a huge figure appeared at the corner of the corridor.

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