Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck starts with the Golden Family

Chapter 392 Sword Master
"I didn't expect that you would represent our Fang family to go to war."

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

Under the spotlight.

Fang Yang reached the top of the Fang family lineage.

He will represent the Fang family and participate in the competition for the title of Shiwu Hou.

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

When Fang Yueze and others saw this, they were all saddened.

As a genius who enjoyed all the resources of his homeland, how could he be defeated by the one who left home?

Fang Yang smiled faintly, and was surprised in his heart: "Is it possible to draw inferences from one instance to another? I actually have a better understanding of the mysteries of the sword."

…………

Three days later.

The battle of Shiwuhou, which swept across 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.

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

He is tall and has a majestic and domineering face.

He was wearing an imperial black robe, with a dark dragon emblazoned on the robe.

On the robe, there are Taoist talismans and patterns of mountains, rivers, sun, moon, flowers, birds, fish and insects, which are so mysterious that they are unforgettable.

Mori real dragon!
Sen Zhenlong just stood there quietly, with an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers and make all things submit to him.

He was like an emperor of the Immortal Dynasty, and the will of the world was secretly favoring him.

"Morizuki?"

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

……

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

Sen Zhenlong did not act arrogantly towards such a sudden existence.

After all, the Fang family and the Sen family are the two poles of the Changkong clan, each occupying a piece of the world.

Since "Fang Yuesheng" was able to fight his way out of the hands of Fang Yueze, Fang Yuedong, Fang Anran and others, there is no need to discuss his strength.

Outside the venue, Fang Anran and others looked at the confrontation between Fang Yang and Sen Zhenlong with complicated expressions.

This is the picture they think about day and night.

As a result, "Fang Yuesheng" suddenly appeared and took over their imaginary position.

"Can Fang Yuesheng withstand the might of Sen Zhenlong's king?"

"Not ideal."

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

…………

It didn't take long.

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

The next moment, the sounds of numerous fighting were heard in this cave.

The battle has begun.

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

His whole body was emitting golden divine light, which shot out in all directions, like the divine feathers of a golden crow flying backwards, each one like a sword, wrapped in divine fire, igniting the void.

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

The strength of these people is even inferior to that of Fang Anran and others. In front of him, they are only a match for one move.

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

Behind him, competitors fell one after another.

the other side.

Sen Zhenlong also showed his impressive strength.

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

……

At this moment.

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

A man was holding an ancient golden spear. He was tall and straight as a sword. He looked like a golden crow coming to the world, bringing with him the aura of destruction, which was terrifying.

A man had a picture of mountains, rivers, sun and moon on his head. He was wearing an imperial black robe and had a cold and murderous face. He looked like a real dragon resurrected. There was a sense of courage that overlooked the mountains and rivers.

Bang, bang.

The entire void seemed to be dyed gold and black, and the violent collision splashed out extremely bright arcs.

Their confrontation is just like the bipolar structure of the Changkong clan today, which is not surprising.

Sen Zhenlong said calmly: "I didn't expect that you could reach the realm of a young great sage. I am really surprised."

As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Anran, Fang Yueze and others' faces suddenly changed.

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

Considering Fang Yuesheng’s background in the first half of his life, he was able to achieve such an achievement, and he deserves the high regard of all the ancestors.

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

Real dragon!

What a domineering attitude this is, not afraid of bearing the great consequences.

…“clang——”

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

Without saying anything more, Fang Yanglong walked with the gait of a tiger, holding the ancient golden spear and piercing through the void. The sea of ​​fire was surging and the scene was horrifying.

What followed was that Sen Zhenlong shook off the map of mountains, rivers, sun and moon. As if it were real, the sun and moon flew upside down and collided with each other with a loud bang, erupting with endless strong winds and meteorites, and headed straight towards Fang Yang.

“Is this the realm of the Young Great Sage?”

If you don't move, it's fine. If you move, it will be a fatal move.

The methods used by the two made Fang Anran and others look horrified.

What's even more terrifying is that the ordinary spells they cast time and time again always seem to be just right, as if they can turn decay into magic.

It was visible to the naked eye that the power of heaven and earth was being pulled wildly by the two of them.

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

There are hundreds and hundreds of them, so densely packed that it is dizzying.

……

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

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

The dark evil dragon on the emperor's black robe slowly opened its eyes.

In an instant, heaven and earth became dark, and a hazy chaotic energy was born from the map of mountains, rivers, sun and moon, reflecting a dynasty in which everyone was like a dragon.

"boom!"

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

This is the Emperor's Dragon Fist. Once it is suppressed, there will be no resistance to Sen Zhenlong anymore.

This kind of moves has already reached the highest level of fortune.

at the same time.

Fang Yang tightly grasped the ancient golden spear.

His eyes suddenly lengthened, like the pupils of a golden crow.

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

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

Only a cry was heard, and a huge golden crow flapped its wings and flew out from the Tai Chi diagram at an extremely fast speed. Endless divine fire covered it and ignited the entire void.

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

And below, Sen Zhenlong also engaged in close combat with Fang Yang's real body.

The light is too bright, the sound is too grand.

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

……

“The phantom of the three-legged crow is far inferior to the Dharma image of Kunpeng. 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 and swung it, slashing straight at Sen Zhenlong's chest.

With a loud bang, blood rain suddenly appeared.

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

ended.

This battle ended with Fang Yang winning.

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

……

Sen Zhenlong fell in a pool of blood, looking up at Fang Yang with great unwillingness.

Looking at him, Fang Yang recalled Sen Yue. He said calmly, "True dragon? You are not extreme enough."

If this Sen Zhenlong had the courage of Sen Yue, who could sacrifice thousands of tribes without changing his expression, then this battle would really continue to be a 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 this, Fang Yang successfully reached the top and became the First Marquis of Wu again.

As expected, he also passed a month of training and became the First Martial King, the leader of the eight great Dao species.

The night is deep.

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

Under such circumstances, many ancestors cultivated him vigorously.

For example, let his spirit body transform from a three-legged crow spirit body to a big sun golden crow spirit body!

"Buzz!—Buzz!—Buzz!"

The moment the Great Sun Golden Crow's spirit body was formed, another mutation occurred.

The familiar sound of sword trembling rang out again, and Fang Yang showed a look of joy.

Master of swordsmanship!

Incredibly, he actually became a master of swordsmanship in the starry dream.

(Two updates for now, four updates tomorrow)

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