At this moment, Chen Yulou also caught up.
While the Corpse King was pinned to the wall by Fang Yun and its arms were fiercely pulling out the tip of the spear, it leaped up from Fang Yun's side and thrust out the Small Divine Blade in its hand.
In the blink of an eye, the Corpse King's pitch-black eyes were all cut open.
As the saying goes, I'll take your life while you're sick!
Seeing that the Corpse King's eyes were broken, Fang Yun's aura surged even more. He suddenly pulled out the spear from the Corpse King's neck and sprinkled the poisonous blood on the tip of the spear, adding a touch of Qilin's blood on it.
"Roar!"
At this time, the Corpse King had already entered a state of madness.
Although his eyes were broken and his neck was broken, he could still wave his arms wildly in front of him.
Fang Yun lightly stepped forward, avoiding the Corpse King's arms. He brandished his spear in a circle, and like hitting a baseball, it bombarded the Corpse King's body.
Bang!
With a muffled bang, under the huge force, the Corpse King's body bent like a bow and was directly sent flying against the wall.
Fang Yun had no intention of catching his breath.
He crouched down slightly and placed the spear on his head, making a throwing gesture.
"It's over!"
Fang Yun muttered in his heart. Then, he leaped up and threw his spear at the Corpse King's head.
Silver light flashed!
The spear stained with Qilin's blood directly shot into the eye socket of the Corpse King. Then, it broke out of the bone and was heavily nailed to the wall.
Kacha... Bang!
At this moment, everyone could clearly hear the sound of bones cracking and the sound of stone walls exploding.
"Dead…?"
"My God, this Yuan Dynasty general is the Pingshan Corpse King!”
"Such a big dumpling was killed just like that?”
Seeing the Corpse King's head pierced by the spear and nailed to the wall, the 20 or so Mountain-Lifting Strongmen widened their eyes and cried out in surprise.
This was the final main hall. This Yuan Dynasty general was undoubtedly the legendary Pingshan Corpse King.
However, this hundred-year-old Corpse King, who was impenetrable by swords and spears and could be easily torn apart by more than twenty ink nets, had actually been pierced through the head by Fang Yun?
From the beginning to the end, Fang Yun had only used three moves.
A stab, a slap, and a throw!
Even a spear could only break through the King Corpse's skin, so how did Fang Yun manage to open its neck and pierce its head?
Unloading mountains with force, touching gold with God…Could it be that this god was worthy of divine power?
For a moment, the group of Mountain-Breaking Warriors looked at Fang Yun with even more respect.
At this moment, Chen Yulou, Zhe Gushao and the others also walked to Fang Yun's side, sizing up the already limp Corpse King.
Chen Yulou opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. In the end, he only sighed and cupped his fists at Fang Yun.
"Brother Fang…What a strange person. In my opinion, even the former Spear God was only so!”
Francolin Whistle was much simpler. He just nodded at Fang Yun and said,"" His spear technique is godlike. Good ability!"
Hearing their conversation, Fang Yun's lips curled into a smile.
Just brag.
Back then, he had wanted to buy a weapon for himself, so he had dabbled in the basic moves of most weapons. It was not a problem for him to know them, but he was far from being proficient in them.
He was able to produce such an effect because of his physical strength and Qilin blood. Otherwise…It was difficult to even break the Corpse King's defense with that spear.
However, it didn't matter. As long as the effect could be achieved, others wouldn't care if he knew it or not. They would only say that he was awesome.
.........
Once the Corpse King was eliminated, the crisis immediately dissipated.
Chen Yulou and Zhe Gushao chatted with Fang Yun for a while before leading their men to the purple gold coffin.
The two of them had the same idea at the moment, which was to turn the coffin upside down.
One side seeks wealth, the other side seeks pearls.
Seeing this, Fang Yun shook his head helplessly and found a supporting pillar to use as a back.
This trip was really tiring. There were spiritual monsters and Corpse Kings. His body had been hit several times and he had even lost a lot of blood. He felt a little sleepy.
"Fang Yun…"
Just as Fang Yun closed his eyes to rest, a low voice sounded.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and saw the flower spirit leaning over to look at him. There was a hint of worry on its face.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing this, Fang Yun stretched out his hand and gently tapped the flower spirit's forehead as he asked curiously.
The flower spirit did not say anything. It just sat beside Fang Yun and took out bottles from its backpack before pulling Fang Yun's hand over.
"I did not see wrongly…But why did you cut your own hand?”
Hearing this, Fang Yun finally reacted.
It turned out that this girl had seen his action of releasing the qilin blood.
Of course, he didn't hide his actions when he was bleeding. Perhaps everyone saw it, but only the flower spirit took it to heart.
Thinking of this, Fang Yun's heart warmed. He smiled and said,
"You might not believe it, but I was born..."
Halfway through his sentence, Fang Yun suddenly stopped talking.
Speaking of how he was born with a unique body and had a strong physique in front of the Zagramma clansmen…It seemed a little too cruel.
Thus, Fang Yun's mind spun quickly and he continued,"
"I was born with tough bones. The more painful my body is, the more ruthless I will be in fighting.”
"Pfft…" Hearing Fang Yun's words, the flower spirit immediately laughed.
"What if there are too many opponents? Do you want to stab yourself to death first?”
"What are you talking about?"
Fang Yun couldn't help but laugh. He pinched the flower spirit's face and said,"Actually, that Corpse King was poisoned. If I didn't stimulate myself, I would have fallen into its trap.”
"Oh…"
The flower spirit nodded in realization. However, when she remembered that Fang Yun had touched her face again, her face turned red. She lowered her head and bandaged Fang Yun's wound without saying anything.
Fang Yun smiled and closed his eyes to rest.
.........
"He's magnanimous, dignified, and capable.”
"What a good match…"
"Hmm? Old foreigner?" Francolin Whistle, who was rummaging through the purple gold coffin, heard the old foreigner's sigh and asked in confusion.
"Yes…"
The old foreigner did not speak. He raised his chin and pointed in Fang Yun's direction.
Francolin Whistle stood up and looked over. He saw Fang Yun sitting on the ground with his back against a pillar. The flower spirit was sitting beside him, carefully cleaning the wound on his hand with a smile.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Zhe Gushao's mouth curled up in relief.
"That's good too!"
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