Chapter 392 Sword Master

"I didn't expect that you would represent our Fang clan to fight."

The elder of the clan sighed slightly and patted Fang Yang on the shoulder: "With such strength, you might be able to fight Sen Zhenlong. Come on."

Under the attention of the crowd.

Fang Yang reached the top of the Fang clan.

He will represent the Fang clan to participate in the competition for the first Wuhou.

At that moment, a little golden light appeared on his body, and then expanded, shining brightly.

Fang Yueze and others were all sad when they saw it.

As a genius who enjoyed all the resources of the ancestral land, he actually lost to the son who left home?

Fang Yang smiled faintly and was surprised in his heart: "Is it a case of analogy? I actually have more insights into the mysteries of the sword in my heart."

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Three days later.

The battle of the first Wuhou that swept the entire Changkong clan officially began.

As soon as he stepped into the specific cave, Fang Yang felt something in his heart and looked towards the southeast.

In the southeast, there was a young man in his early twenties standing on the top of the mountain.

He was tall and had a majestic and domineering face.

He was wearing an imperial black robe, with a dark dragon on the main body of the robe.

Between the robes, there were talismans of mountains, rivers, sun, moon, flowers, birds, fish and insects, which were extremely mysterious and unforgettable.

Sen Zhenlong!

Sen Zhenlong stood there quietly, with an aura that swallowed up the mountains and rivers and made all things submit.

He was like an emperor of the immortal dynasty, and the will of this world was secretly favoring him.

"Sen Yue?"

Fang Yang narrowed his eyes and shook his head in his heart: "Sen Zhenlong is far inferior to Sen Yue."

...

When Fang Yang was examining Sen Zhenlong, Sen Zhenlong was also wary of Fang Yang.

For such an existence that suddenly appeared, Sen Zhenlong did not act arrogantly.

After all, the Fang family and the Sen family were the two poles of the Changkong clan, each occupying a piece of heaven and earth.

Since "Fang Yuesheng" was able to fight his way out of Fang Yueze, Fang Yuedong, Fang Anran and others, his strength is beyond discussion.

Outside the field, Fang Anran and others looked at Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong confronting each other with complicated expressions.

Such a scene is what they have been thinking about day and night.

As a result, "Fang Yuesheng" appeared out of nowhere and took over their imaginary position.

"Can Fang Yuesheng withstand Sen Zhenlong's kingly momentum?"

"Not ideal."

"Alas, no matter what, he is the leader of our Fang family lineage, I hope he can fight bravely."

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Not long after.

The sky and the earth were dark, and a clear white light lit up in the distance.

The next moment, many fighting sounds rang out in this cave.

The battle began.

"Ridiculous." Fang Yang had no expression on his face.

His whole body was emitting golden divine light, shooting in all directions, like the flying divine feathers of the Golden Crow, each feather was like a sword, wrapped in divine fire, igniting the void.

In the blink of an eye, several allies fell in front of him.

These people were not as strong as Fang Anran and others, and they were only a one-stroke enemy in front of him.

He was moving forward step by step towards the ball of white light in the sky.

Behind him, one competitor after another fell.

On the other side.

Sen Zhenlong also showed his impressive strength.

In the end, only Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong were left in the field.

…

At this moment.

In the void, Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong confronted each other.

One person held a golden ancient spear, tall and straight as a sword, like a Golden Crow coming to the world, with the breath of destroying everything, which was terrifying.

One person had a picture of mountains, rivers, sun and moon on his head, wearing an emperor's black robe, with a cold and murderous face, as if a real dragon was resurrected, and there was a faint spirit of overlooking the mountains and rivers.

Bang, bang, bang.

The entire void seemed to be dyed gold and black, violently colliding, splashing out extremely dazzling arcs.

Their confrontation was like the bipolar structure of the current Changkong clan, which was not surprising.

Sen Zhenlong said calmly: "I didn't expect that you would also reach the realm of at least the young great sage. It really surprised me."

As soon as this was said, Fang Anran, Fang Yueze and others changed their faces.

They had guessed this situation a long time ago, but when they heard it from Sen Zhenlong, they still felt dizzy.

With the first half of his life as "Fang Yuesheng", he was able to achieve such an achievement, and he was worthy of all the ancestors looking up to him.

Fang Yang gently waved the golden ancient spear and said: "I didn't expect that you would be a 'real dragon'."

Real dragon!

What a domineering this is, not afraid of carrying the great cause and effect.

...

"clang——"

Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong looked at each other, their eyes were like swords, violently colliding, splashing out brilliant divine light.

Without saying anything more, Fang Yanglong walked like a tiger, holding the golden ancient spear, and pierced through the void. The sea of ​​fire was surging, and the scenery was horrifying.

Then, the forest dragon shook off the map of mountains, rivers, sun and moon, as if it was real, the sun and moon flew upside down, collided with each other, and burst into endless winds and meteorites, and rushed straight to Fang Yang.

"Is this the domain of the young great sage?"

If he didn't move, it would be a killing move.

The means between the two made Fang Anran and others look horrified.

What was even more terrifying was that the ordinary spells they repeatedly performed always had a sense of being just right, as if they could turn decay into magic.

Visible to the naked eye, the power of heaven and earth was pulled wildly by the two of them.

In just a moment, their figures pierced through the void.

There were hundreds and hundreds of them, densely packed, and it was dazzling.

...

"Woo woo."

A dark and cold wind blew from Sen Zhenlong's imperial black robe.

The dark evil dragon on the imperial black robe slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the world was dark, and a hazy chaotic aura was born from the mountains, rivers, sun and moon map, reflecting a dynasty, in which everyone was like a dragon.

"Boom!"

Sen Zhenlong swung his fist, and his fist posture was ordinary, but it made Fang Anran and others look horrified.

This is the Emperor's Dragon Fist. Once suppressed by it, they will never be able to resist Sen Zhenlong again.

This move has already touched the highest level of the road to the dynasty.

At the same time.

Fang Yang tightly grasped the golden ancient spear.

His eyes suddenly stretched out, like the pupils of the golden crow.

With a loud bang, the golden ancient spear exploded and split, reflecting a golden field around him.

The foundation of the field is the golden Tai Chi diagram.

There was only a cry, and a huge golden crow vibrated its wings, flying out of the Tai Chi diagram at a very fast speed, covered by endless divine fire, igniting the entire void.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yun Chao and the golden crow collided with each other, bursting into brilliant light.

And below, Sen Zhenlong also fought with Fang Yang's real body.

The light was too bright, and the sound was too grand.

Fang Anran and others all widened their eyes, staring at the figures of the two young great saints.

…

"The three-legged crow phantom is far inferior to Kunpeng's Dharma image. I didn't expect that it would weaken my combat power so much." Fang Yang sighed in his heart.

Immediately, he used his arm as a sword, swung it away, and slashed Sen Zhenlong's chest.

With a loud bang, blood rain burst out.

Sen Zhenlong looked at Fang Yang in disbelief, and then lost his five senses and fell to the ground in shock.

It's over.

This battle ended with Fang Yang's victory.

But judging from the disappearing mountains, rivers and forests around, this battle was extremely fierce.

…

Sen Zhenlong fell in a pool of blood, looking up at Fang Yang unwillingly.

Looking at him, Fang Yang recalled Sen Yue, and said lightly: "True Dragon? You are not extreme enough."

If this Sen Zhenlong had the courage of Sen Yue, who sacrificed thousands of tribes without changing his expression, then this battle would really continue to stalemate.

But unfortunately, Sen Zhenlong is not Sen Yue after all.

Extreme?

Sen Zhenlong was puzzled, but he could only close his eyes and accept his failure.

…

After that, Fang Yang successfully climbed to the top and became the First Martial Marquis again.

Not surprisingly, he also passed a month of Zhenguan training and became the First Martial King, becoming the leader of the eight great Dao species.

It was late at night.

Now, he is no longer an outsider seeking his roots in the Fang family lineage, but a young great sage who can carry the big tripod.

Under such circumstances, many ancestors have cultivated him vigorously.

For example, let his spirit body, from the three-legged crow spirit body, transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow spirit body!

"Buzz! - Buzz! - Buzz!"

The moment the Great Sun Golden Crow spirit body was formed, the abnormality reappeared.

The familiar sword trembling sound sounded again, and Fang Yang showed joy on his face.

Sword Master!

Incredibly, he actually became a sword master in the star dream.

(Two updates for now, four updates tomorrow)