Beast Blood Panlong

In the entire Beiwang Mansion, there is only one true sacred artifact, which is the Heavenly Stroke passed down by Fang Tianyi, the former leader of the Beiyan Kingdom.

Fang Xiaohuang's powerful blow was neutralized by Fang Wushan with his two innate magical powers and Tian Bishao. Many top masters looked at him with suspicion.

As for the ordinary tribesmen in the valley, they could only see the two incomparable figures in the sky. As for who was strong and who was weak, who would win and who would lose, they were all confused.

I can't see clearly at all, and I can't feel who is strong and who is weak.

"Take my shot!"

Just after Fang Wushan finally took the move from Xiao Huang below, a black spear with a length of three meters in his hand pierced the void and struck hard at Fang Wushan who had just dealt with it.

Only this time, Fang Wushan was no longer passive. Tian Yi waved his hand and struck out with a loud noise. The two of them were each knocked back dozens of meters, and then they became entangled again.

Although Fang Xiaohuang took the initiative to launch the offensive, he did not take any advantage at all due to the powerful power of Tian Yi. If it were not for the pair of wings behind him that can greatly enhance mobility, he and Fang Wushan would not be able to defeat him.

In the fight, Fang Xiaohuang basically had no advantage.

Of course, although Fang Wushan has a certain advantage relying on Tian Yi Yi Biao, it is just that. Many experts in the field have also noticed that, judging from the current performance of the two, their strength is basically equal.

"Master Patriarch, I think the two are about the same strength. What do you think Fang Xiaohuang's chances of winning are?" Looking at the high platform from a distance, Fang Tietang was still sitting quietly on his seat with his eyes closed. Sanbao asked Fang Tieyi beside him.

"Now it seems that they are evenly matched, but Fang Wushan still has two extremely powerful innate magical powers that he has not used. If Fang Xiaohuang's skills are exhausted here, I am afraid there will be no hope of even 10%!" Fang Tieyi shook his head.

Shaking his head, it was obvious that Xiao Huang was not optimistic about him in his heart.

"Punch me!"

At the same time that the spear in Fang Xiaohuang's hand was swung away with one stroke of heaven, Fang Wushan finally used another innate magical power - the Jade Lion Fist.

Boom, boom, boom...

With one hand waving, Fang Wushan actually shot out hundreds of green fist shadows in one breath. Each one was almost equivalent to an ordinary heaven-level spiritual skill. When combined, the power was comparable to the Spirit Saint's strike or the Jade Lion Fist.

The shadow of the fist enveloped Fang Xiaohuang almost instantly.

Seeing that Fang Xiaohuang was about to be seriously injured, a sound of birdsong suddenly came from the sky that could be heard for hundreds of kilometers.

Chirp...

The moment the birds chirped, Fang Xiaohuang suddenly escaped from the shadow of the fist and quietly came behind Fang Wushan. The spear, carrying a heaven-piercing aura, stabbed out fiercely again.

"Sure enough, Fang Xiaohuang has indeed mastered the Qingpeng family's teleportation technique!" Fang Tieyi nodded.

In Fang Tieyi's view, only by mastering this innate magical power can Fang Xiaohuang truly compete with Fang Wushan.

Huh...

There were boos on the high platform. It was the first time for many masters from the eight tribes to see Fang Xiaohuang use this magical power. Fang Tietang's eyes, which had been closed for a long time, finally opened.

Looking at Fang Xiaohuang, there seemed to be some expectation.

"Fang Wushan, get down here!" The sudden teleportation technique caught Fang Wushan off guard. Due to the powerful innate magical power he had just fired, Fang Wushan's whole body's spiritual power happened to be still empty, and at this moment Fang Wushan

Xiao Huang's attack has arrived quietly.

Lowering his body, Fang Wushan reluctantly turned around, but Fang Xiaohuang's spear had already reached him.

With a squeak, Fang Wushan's whole body suddenly emitted a huge blue light, and his innate magical power, the Jade Lion Shield, blocked a fatal blow at the critical moment.

As expected of the Northern King, he has used four innate magical powers so far. This level of understanding is comparable to that of the ancestors of Tianyi back then.

On the high platform, more than a dozen super strong men were all convinced, secretly saying that Fang Wushan's strength had greatly improved compared to fifty years ago.

"Fang Xiaohuang, I admit that you are three points stronger than your father back then, but you are destined to fail and the jade lion will be burned!"

As Fang Wushan roared, his whole body suddenly turned into a sword light and killed Fang Xiaohuang like lightning. Tian Bibi was held in his hand and used as the charging point of the entire sword light.

In order to defeat Fang Xiaohuang as soon as possible, Fang Wushan finally used his most powerful magical power - Jade Lion Burning Together.

Fifty years ago, Fang Tietang was defeated by this move. It was because Fang Wushan's cultivation level was not as good as it is now, and the weapon in his hand was only a high-quality genuine spiritual weapon.

But now, not only has his cultivation level been greatly improved, but he also possesses the supreme power of the Holy Artifact. At this moment, Fang Xiaohuang suddenly felt like he was being forced into a dead end.

"No, I can't lose. I want to take back the glory that belongs to our two clans for my father! Qingpeng Nirvana!"

As Fang Xiaohuang shouted angrily, his whole body shrank into a ball and turned into a huge "bird's beak." The sharp point of the beak was the genuine spear in his hand.

At this moment, both of them used their strongest innate powers without hesitation.

There was a bang, like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering. The people of the Fang family within a radius of dozens of kilometers felt their eyes blurred, and then there was a roar in their minds, and many people who were not cultivated enough were immediately unaware of their personnel.

The sensation created by Er Dao's powerful innate supernatural power this time was even greater than the volcanic eruption that Sambo saw in the Bear King Mountains.

The huge aura of destruction made millions of people in the valley feel like they were falling into the abyss of destruction. Fortunately, the battlefield between the two was in the void. Otherwise, no one knew what the valley would look like.

To everyone's surprise, the two fighting men did not seem to be greatly affected. After a duel, they separated and floated in the void again.

After a long time, Fang Xiaohuang slowly took away the palm on his chest. There was a hole made by a careless thumb. Although blood had flowed out, it was enough to prove that Fang Xiaohuang suffered a huge blow in the fight just now.

harm.

Looking at Fang Wutian's face, he seemed to be a little gray.

Of course, the result is still obvious, Fang Xiaohuang lost.

"You win!"

Fang Xiaohuang's face turned pale, and then he slowly flew back to the high platform. Before passing by Fang Tietang's chair, Fang Xiaohuang gave a wry smile.

"Iron cousin, it's up to you!"

"I'll try my best!" Fang Tietang responded with a smile.

"Because King Bei consumed too much today, the Fang family's ancestral election will end here today. The next two battles will continue tomorrow!" After soliciting everyone's opinions, Fang Lan, the host of the ancestral election, decided to leave the remaining competitions to tomorrow for Bei.

It’s time to rest.

In the competition with Fang Xiaohuang, Fang Wushan did consume a lot of energy, especially since there was a more dangerous opponent behind him, Fang Tietang, which forced Fang Wushan to take a rest.

In the midst of a huge sea of ​​​​people, Sanbao and others finally managed to fight back from the "thousands of troops" to the mansion of the Eight Tribes, waiting for him, Fang Juntu and several other young men from the Eight Tribes to arrive at the forbidden area.

When entering the wooden hall, Fang Tietang and other major Lingxuan had been discussing for a long time in the main hall.

"Uncle, are you confident tomorrow?" Fang Juntu asked impatiently after entering and sitting down.

"Your father and I can probably see this. Fang Wushan used at least nine points of his strength today. If we use this as a basis, I can be six or seven points sure, but that's all. Of course, there are more Thank you, brother Sanbao!" Fang Tietang said softly, and then smiled at Sanbao.

"What? Did Brother Fang really master it?" Sanbao asked in disbelief.

What is obtained from the iron piece space is a high-grade heavenly spiritual skill. According to the Three Treasures' understanding of spiritual skills, the higher the grade, the more difficult it is to practice.

For example, heavenly spiritual skills require at least the level of Lingxuan. However, if you think about it, Fang Tietang is at the peak level of Lingxuan, so it makes sense that he can master it.

"Let's just make it happen. If I was given even half a year, I would be 80% sure of defeating Fang Wushan. What a pity..."

"Brother! Don't worry too much, just let everything take its course. For thousands of years, the position of the North King has almost always been in the hands of the first and second clans of the Fang family. As long as eldest brother is here, we eight clans will only become more and more powerful." Powerful!" Fang Tieyi consoled him from the side.

ah……

While several people were talking, a shocking shout suddenly sounded somewhere in Beiyan City.

Everyone led by Fang Tietang suddenly stood up.

"Tieyi, go and take a look, it doesn't seem like an ordinary fight and fight!" Fang Tietang looked slightly cautious when he sensed that the sound was coming from the west direction of the city dozens of kilometers away.

Being able to spread the sound throughout Beiyan City is definitely not something that ordinary people can make. However, he still has to adjust his breath well to cope with tomorrow's ancestral election. Fang Tietang had no choice but to send Fang Tieyi over to take a look.

"Okay, let's all go out and let my eldest brother have a good rest!"

After returning to the Bamboo House, Sanbao also felt a little tired. Although those who were fighting in the sky today were all the top spirits of the Fangba clan, Sanbao did not rest for a moment. From beginning to end, he kept the battle scenes of these people in his heart one by one. Opportunities like this to watch the battles between Lingxuan at close range are rare.

In the secret room, Sanbao replayed the scenes of the day over and over again in his mind, and from time to time he also used a few moves...

"Fang Tietang, you despicable villain, get out of here and die! If you don't come out again, I will destroy all eight of your clans!" Sanbao was immersed in cultivation when a roar like rolling thunder suddenly came from the Eighth Route Army. came from the sky above the clan mansion.

After instructing Guo'er and Xiao Dielong not to come out easily, Sanbao quickly walked out of the bamboo building. When he arrived in front of the forbidden area of ​​the eight tribes, he discovered that there were nearly a dozen powerful spiritual masters suspended in the air. He could recognize at a glance that several of them were strong men from the Fang Eight Tribes participating in the Eight Tribes Ancestor Election today.

"What, what's going on?" Nearly a hundred strong men from the eight tribes had gathered in front of the forbidden area, and Fang Tie's three cousins ​​were standing in front of them with stunned expressions.

"Everyone, if you have anything to say, you might as well come down and say it. Don't you think it's a bit unreasonable to step on our eight tribes like this?" Facing the menacing many strong men, Fang Tietang looked very calm.