Men are inferior to women

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She emerged from the holy sword and crashed into the soul fire, both of them disappeared in the impact.

The golden torrent completely cut through the shady scene, like a Milky Way across the starry sky, dividing the Black Sea into two halves, and then gradually disappeared.

Not long after, countless mutilated and broken weapons fell from the sky and onto the battlefield.

The heroic spirits residing on these weapons have completely disappeared, and they have also turned into rotten iron.

Fang Zhou looked up at the sky, his expression not only did not relax, but became more dignified.

The black curtain that was cut into two halves in the night sky did not disappear, but became violent as if it was out of control.

The high-concentration dark energy gradually spun and merged in the berserk, and reunited to form a pitch-black tornado, accompanied by lightning and thunder, sweeping downward.

Although the Abyss Watcher is completely dead, the energy released by it in the night sky has not disappeared.

Somebody seems to be controlling this berserk power, and even if they lose the carrier of the abyss watcher, they will not let the outsider Ark go.

Fang Zhou didn't escape, and it was too late to escape at this moment. The speed of the tornado falling in the sky was so fast and the range was so wide that there was no possibility of escape.

He silently took out the gourd, and poured out a small wooden sword made of bamboo from the gourd.

This wooden sword was specially given to him by Chang Kong before he came to this world.

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.