Fang Yun continued slowly across the grass, still using not the slightest power to protect himself, facing the dragon might directly with his Literary Palace.
Behind Fang Yun, Li Guang stood ten feet tall, silver light flickering all over him as though he had been forged from stars. He loosed an arrow with all his strength, and the enormous shaft streaked across the sky like a meteor, heading straight for the war-poem Wei Qing.
The war-poem Wei Qing galloped forward, then suddenly swung his longsword. Its light condensed into a crescent moon some ten feet across, which shot out with a whoosh and collided with Li Guang's arrow.
The crescent moon and meteor exploded in midair, unleashing waves of force that tore apart every war-poem soldier within fifty feet.
Then the war-poem Li Guang suddenly began shooting into the sky, arrow after arrow in an unbroken stream. Some flew fast and others slowly, seemingly drifting aimlessly through the air.
As the war-poem Wei Qing galloped, the light around the treasured sword in his hand grew denser and denser, until it seemed wrapped in a silkworm's cocoon.
Three breaths later, the two war-poem famous generals drew close. Wei Qing suddenly raised his longsword high, and three thousand of the war-poem soldiers Lei Zhongmo had summoned turned into streaks of light and surged into his blade.
Wei Qing hurled his longsword. It instantly expanded into an enormous blade a thousand feet long and cleaved down from the sky toward Li Guang.
As Wei Qing wielded his sword, Li Guang drew his final arrow to the full and kept gathering strength. When the enormous sword descended, Li Guang fired.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The arrows Li Guang had previously shot into the sky seemed to come alive. Every one changed direction, following his