Beast Blood Panlong

"Isn't this fight between Lingxuan too fast and too simple?" In an instant, the ground was full of jeers. No one expected that the battle between Lingxuan, who was said to have overwhelming strength, could be so simple and calm.

Only with high cultivation level, people like Sanbao and others can clearly sense that the strength of Fang Wushan is really unfathomable.

Under the attack of Yi Xingling Xuan Fang Tielian, he just used a few simple magic skills in the air with one hand to force the opponent to get close. Then after using his gifted lion's roar, he easily shocked Fang Tielian.

Don't move.

When Fang Tielian recovered, one of Fang Wushan's iron palms had been lightly printed on his chest.

Fortunately, Fang Tietang did not use any force, and Fang Tielian escaped. Otherwise, even if he did not die, he would probably be seriously injured.

"I don't know if my elder brother has successfully cultivated his heavenly spiritual skills. The strength of Fang Wushan is terrifying!" Sanbao thought to himself.

The stronger your cultivation level, the more you can sense the terrifying strength of the five mountains in that direction.

On the contrary, Fang Tietang, who was on the high platform, had a calm face. Even when the two of them were fighting, he didn't even open his eyes.

No one knows what he is thinking.

Only Sanbao, who was more than ten kilometers away, seemed to understand Fang Tietang's mood. Everything depends on strength, success or failure depends on this one move, and the rest is in vain.

After Fang Tielian's challenge failed, despite Fang Lan shouting many times from the high platform, among the millions of Fang family members who came to participate in the ancestral election, no one came out to challenge the Northern King.

Maybe he felt he was no match, maybe he didn't have Lingxuan at all. As for Fang Tielian, he obviously came to clear his family's name.

The moment he started fighting with the Northern King, the Beidaokou Fang family he represented also announced in front of millions of Fang family members that they were already the first-class family in Beiyan City.

"In this case, please invite Prince Ouyang and the representatives of the three kings of the Southeast and West to jointly witness and judge. Now, each of the eight Fang families will send a representative to participate in this ancestral election!" Fang Lan shouted, and the entire North

The King's Challenge really reaches its climax.

Everyone knows that the real Battle of the Northern King still takes place within the eight Fang clans. This has been the case for thousands of years, and this time is no exception.

After a simple drawing ceremony, except for the North King Fang Wushan of one clan, the other seven clans determined the order of appearance.

According to the order of appearance, the first person to appear was a middle-aged woman from the Fang Five Clan, who was also the only female representative among the eight tribes.

Please invite Bei Wang and Fang Qian to appear!

Fang Qian, Erxing Lingxuan, is the aunt of the current leader of the Fang Five Clan and is also the top master of the five Clan.

"Lord Bei Wang, please show mercy later!"

"Don't dare!"

The two stood in the void, and after a brief exchange of greetings, they killed each other...

"Father, is it possible to see Fang Wushan's true cultivation level now?" Next to Sanbao, Fang Juntu asked Fang Tieyi, the leader of the eight tribes, who was staring into the sky.

"It's difficult. Except for Fang Xiaohuang and your uncle, it's impossible for anyone else to show Fang Wushan's true strength and just go through the motions!" Although Fang Tieyi's tone was calm, the solemn look on his face was unmistakable.

As for the other tribes, they didn't have much ideas, so they were more relaxed. Only the second and eighth tribes came prepared this time, and therefore they cared more.

"Genuine spiritual weapons, heavenly spiritual skills! This is probably the second regular equipment of Lingxuan!" Seeing the huge pressure erupted by the two people in the air, Sanbao kept nodding.

Fang Tietang was right. Watching the battle between Lingxuan did greatly improve his horizons.

"It's over, I'm going to lose!"

As Sanbao sighed softly in his heart, Fang Wushan tapped the black pen in his hand, and Fang Qian's whole body fell directly towards the valley like a kite with its string broken.

If he really had to fall from a height of hundreds of meters, even Lingxuan would probably lose half his life!

Fortunately, the black shadow flashed, and Fang Lan, the host of the ancestral election, flew diagonally from the high platform in an instant, and pulled Fang Qian up from the air to the high platform.

"In the first game, Fang Wushan won! In the second game, Fang Zhenkong faced Wushan!"

As if to verify that Fang Tieyi's judgment was extremely accurate, three more people from the seven tribes were quickly beaten down by Fang Wushan.

After half an hour's rest, the first truly threatening opponent, Fang Xiaohuang, finally appeared on the stage in fifth place.

Fang Xiaohuang's strength is much stronger than the others before him. Not only has his cultivation level reached the Four-Star Spiritual Profound Realm, but also because of his extremely strong Qingpeng bloodline, his cultivation level has progressed very quickly in the past fifty years.

"Fang Wushan, back then you knocked my father down from the position of King of the North. Today I'm here to get it back for my father!"

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet each other. At this moment when the two faced each other from a distance, Fang Xiaohuang's resentment that he had been holding in his heart for fifty years finally had a chance to explode.

"Yes, as long as you have this strength, I will give up the position of King of the North. This is also the ancestral motto of Tianyi ancestors. The head of our Fang family must be the one who is capable!" Although Fang Wushan fought several battles in succession, but other

His expression was extremely calm.

In his heart, Fang Tietang is a far greater threat than Fang Xiaohuang at the moment. Although Fang Xiaohuang has made great progress in the past fifty years, he has always been under his nose after all. However, Fang Tietang has been missing for almost fifty years, and no one can

I don’t know what kind of opportunities and blessings he has received over the years. This is what Fang Wushan is most worried about.

"Fight!"

As Fang Xiaohuang roared, two pieces of cyan spiritual feathers appeared out of thin air behind him, which was one of the innate magical powers of the Qingpeng clan.

With the help of this pair of wings, their mobility will be greatly improved, which is also the advantage of the Fang clan.

Qingpeng strikes...

Without any hesitation, Fang Xiaohuang took action with his innate magical power. The power was almost completely different from the Green Peng Strike performed by Fang Jian. A blue light as thick as an arm erupted directly from Fang Xiaohuang's mouth.

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The powerful force almost silenced millions of people in the valley, and everyone felt an aura of destruction.

Needless to say, being hit by this attack, even if it was slightly knocked aside, would probably result in being shattered to pieces. This was what the millions of Fang family members in the scene were thinking at this moment.

Not to mention ordinary members of the Fang family, even the top experts from the eight clans on the high platform shuddered at the power of Fang Xiaohuang's attack.

Everyone was thinking, if this blow was coming towards them, would they be able to catch it? The answer is probably no.

At the same time, Fang Xiaohuang's hands did not stop at all, and he pushed out two huge palm prints with both palms at the same time.

It is another heavenly spiritual skill.

The palm print followed Lan Mang and fired three arrows in unison, charging toward Fang Wushan with the power of destroying the world.

Fang Wushan, who had been facing the collapse of the mountain without changing his expression before, felt his heart sink at this moment, secretly thinking that Fang Xiaohuang was really powerful, this attack was clearly intended to catch him off guard.

If one move is blocked, the whole game may be lost.

Ouch...

With a loud roar, Fang Wushan, who looked elegant and elegant, suddenly changed his body shape, from a gentle scholar to a monster with a lion's head and body, and his arms also instantly grew a piece of crystal clear light green.

The hair and the whole person are shining brightly.

It is the magical power of lion transformation that he is gifted with bloodline Jade Lion. After transforming into a lion, his strength can instantly increase by several percent.

Behind the lion transformation, Wushan opened his mouth and let out a lion's roar, and his two innate magical powers were activated almost at the same time.

Open it for me!

Fang Wushan drew the black pen in his hand in front of him, and a cyan spiritual shield similar to a body-protecting spiritual weapon suddenly blocked his body.

Then with another click, a green dragon composed entirely of spiritual power suddenly flew out of the black pen! The green dragon opened its mouth wide and actually swallowed Fang Xiaohuang's Green Peng Strike into its mouth.

With a pop, the green dragon's whole body exploded, disappearing into the void together with the blue light, and Fang Xiaohuang's two palm prints were easily blocked by the spiritual shield in front of him.

A huge explosion that shook the mountains knocked out a third of the Fang family members in the valley.

Although most of the other people were not directly stunned, their faces were all pale. In addition to the admiration from their souls, they looked at the two figures in the sky with a hint of inexplicable fear.

Many people have a feeling that they may not even be able to compare to an ant in front of such a powerful person.

"No wonder Brother Fang is so scrupulous about that Heavenly Brushstroke. It turns out to be a super genuine spiritual weapon that has the spirit of the weapon sealed! No, according to the grade of the spiritual weapon, it should be a sacred weapon," said the station of the eight tribes.

Sanbao also took a deep breath.

Genuine spiritual weapons are also divided into good and bad, strong and weak. Ordinary genuine spiritual weapons can instill a limited amount of spiritual power, but as the level of genuine spiritual weapons increases, the amount of spiritual power they can instill will become more and more.

The more spiritual power is instilled, the higher the grade of the spiritual weapon.

Of course, all this is related to the space in the genuine spiritual weapon. The larger the space, the more spiritual power can be instilled, and the greater the power will naturally be.

It is said that when the space of a top-quality genuine spiritual weapon reaches a certain level, it can be turned into a "heaven and earth". Some super strong people can capture the souls of some spiritual beasts and forcibly seal them into the space of the spiritual weapon.

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These soul bodies sealed into the spiritual weapon space are also called weapon spirits.

Every genuine spiritual weapon with a weapon spirit is the king of genuine spiritual weapons. This not only requires the genuine spiritual weapon itself to have enough space for the weapon spirit to survive inside, but also requires the master of the spiritual weapon to be supreme.

The strength to capture some powerful souls.

The existence that can become a weapon spirit must be at least a super spirit beast of the seventh level or above, and being able to seal the soul body of a seven-realm spirit beast into the space of a spirit weapon requires at least the cultivation of a spiritual saint.

This has also resulted in the fact that among masters above Lingxuan, although there are many genuine spiritual weapons, there are absolutely very few who can possess a genuine spiritual weapon that seals the spirit of the weapon.

Generally speaking, this kind of genuine spiritual weapon with a spirit is also called a sacred weapon.

Of course, once it becomes a holy weapon, its power is far from comparable to that of ordinary genuine spiritual weapons. If an ordinary genuine spiritual weapon is compared to a wooden hammer, then the holy weapon is at least an iron hammer, with a huge difference in power.