Men are inferior to women

Chapter 472

Changkong said that this small wooden sword can protect his life and can only be used once.

After Fang Zhou came to this world, he put the wooden sword into the gourd. When he met the abyss watcher for the first time, he was almost killed by the opponent.

Until this moment, Fang Zhou took out the wooden sword.

I didn't use it just now because this thing can only protect him. Obviously, it can't protect all the heroic spirits on the entire battlefield, and it doesn't make sense to take it out.

Now he is the only one left, and if he doesn't use it, it's a waste.

As for the effect, Fang Zhou has no worries. This is his trust in Changkong's strength and a rational judgment.

The tornado in the sky has fallen, and from a distance, it seems that a huge claw protruded from the darkness, and the target is the ark on the ground.

Fang Zhou didn't move, just held the wooden sword with his palm.

When the tornado fell in front of Fang Zhou, the wooden sword finally reacted, trembling slightly, and then the light burst out, turning the whole body into a bright brilliance.

The wooden sword flew from Ark's palm and hit the top of the tornado.

The size of the tornado was comparable to a mountain peak, while the length of the wooden sword was only as long as a little finger. There was no possibility of comparing the two.

When they collided together, it gave Fang Zhou a sense of shock like a world falling apart.

The wooden sword exudes a faint brilliance, blocking all the darkness outside, and the rotating dark energy hits it, and it cannot be shaken even if it is smashed to pieces.

The shattered dark energy turned into light spots and fell into the distance, causing a violent explosion when it fell to the ground.

Sitting on the ground, Fang Zhou felt like a small canoe sitting in a strong wind and waves. The ground vibration caused by the explosion shook him up and down.

The dense and violent explosions almost flooded the entire battlefield, completely blocking the Ark's vision and hearing.

He could only look up at the sky. The swirling dark tornado seemed to pour down the Milky Way, falling from the sky with terrifying pressure, and was firmly hindered in front of the ark.

A circle of faint brilliance emanating from the wooden sword only sheltered the ark below, no matter how the dark energy impacted it, it would not move.

This scene lasted for more than half an hour before it ended.

When the dark light dissipated, the surrounding explosions and shocks were considered to be over.

Fang Zhou stood up from the ground, and the wooden sword that completed the mission floated down.

He stretched out his hand to catch it with his palm, and when the falling wooden sword touched his palm, it shattered silently and turned into countless powders.

"It's really a one-time prop."

Fang Zhou clapped his hands with some pity, and looked around.

The entire battlefield has completely changed its appearance, even the dense forest in the Lenglie Valley has been affected. Under the continuous bombardment of dark energy, the ground surface has almost sunk several meters.

Everything on the ground disappeared, weeds and stones, corpse armor, swords and banners, everything was bombarded into powder by the dark energy, leaving only potholes and fine black soil.

There was no smell in the air, and even the aura with an ominous aura disappeared, as if it had been completely consumed.

Fang Zhou looked up at the sky, the gray sky was clean, like a poor pocket, with nothing in it.

Faint bright colors appear from the sky, dispelling the darkness, and another day is coming.

"finished?"

Standing in the silent, even deadly place, Fang Zhou couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy rising in his heart.

He successfully accomplished his goal, achieved a breakthrough in his swordsmanship, and his combat power increased unprecedentedly, but he was not happy at all.

The victory of this war is not for Ark alone, and the role of those heroic spirits is even greater than him.

Now that he has accomplished his goal, what do those spirits who have lost their souls get?

The melancholy mood made Fang Zhou feel no joy of victory.

He looked around and sighed deeply.

The surroundings are so overwhelming that it is impossible to find something as a souvenir.

"Ok?"

The ark was about to leave when it suddenly found something falling from the sky.

After seeing it clearly, Fang Zhou quickly asked the other side to catch it.

Soon the other shore brought things back.

What fell from the sky was the Holy Sword of the Flame King.

The Holy Sword is larger than the Xuanyuan Sword, and its shape is a typical wide-edged sword. The golden metal surface is inlaid with red enamel, and the body of the sword is engraved with unknown characters.

Fang Zhou slowly picked up the holy sword. Yeshu said that touching the holy sword at will would wake up the sleeping Flame King, which is also true.

But no matter what Fang Zhou did to the Holy Sword at this moment, the Flame King, who had already lost his soul, would not appear.

Thinking of the heroic spirit who was always full of majesty, Fang Zhou couldn't help sighing again, and put the holy sword in the gourd as a souvenir.

Seemingly remembering something, Fang Zhou quickly invaded his consciousness into the gourd.

In the gourd space, Fang Zhou found the night mouse that he had sucked into the gourd before.

Yeshu's body is gradually disintegrating, and the surface of the skin is covered with cracks, which are still gradually expanding.

The Ark awakens the Night Mouse from its slumber.

Ye Shu was still a little dazed when he woke up. He sat up from the ground, affected by the movement, his body began to collapse from the cracks, and debris like fine sand fell down.

Yeshu looked down at his cracked body, a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to understand something, and suddenly looked up at the ark standing in front of him: "Is it dead?"

With this movement, a lot of debris fell from his neck.

As for the "it" in Yeshu's mouth, it obviously refers to the watcher of the abyss.

Fang Zhou was surprised: "Do you know that it is dead?"

Night Mouse raised a hand, the arm was covered with cracks, and a lot of debris had fallen from the five fingers: "I was resurrected from the ashes by it. Once it dies, I will die with it. I already feel My life is about to end."

Fang Zhou had already guessed before coming in, and now he got confirmation from Ye Shu himself.

He felt that Yeshu was very pitiful, but at the same time he deserved what he deserved. He didn't know how many outsiders had been deceived by Yeshu.

Ye Shu obviously had the same idea. Facing death, there was not much panic on his face, but an expression of resignation.

Fang Zhou said softly: "If you have any last words, please say them as soon as possible. I may remember them for you if I am in a good mood."

Ye Shu looked at Fang Zhou in surprise: "Will you help me?"

He thought that after experiencing betrayal, Fang Zhou wished he could be crushed to ashes.

Fang Zhou shrugged: "I have already said that you have helped me a lot, so I have written off your betrayal. Now it belongs to humanitarian assistance. If it is just a small favor, I don't mind. Of course, if it is too much trouble, you can Needless to say."

Nightmouse smiled slightly, and the movement caused his cheeks and mouth to crack as well.

"Thank you!"

(End of this chapter)