Between the sea of clouds, the two glared at each other like fighting cocks.
They both felt that the other party had destroyed their treasures. The hatred in their hearts could not be resolved, so they had to fight!
Boom!
Zhao Changhe made the first move. He clenched his fist, and the Thunder Dragon under his feet gathered even more power of thunder essence. It looked like a mad dragon, circling around Zhao Changhe. As he pounced forward, it rushed straight towards Fang Xing. This Thunder Dragon could attack and defend, and as it coiled around him, it was simply impossible for anyone to attack.
"Little devil, you destroyed my treasure, I want you to pay with your life!"
In the face of Zhao Changhe's murderous spirit, Fang Xing simply turned around and ran.
With a leap of a few hundred feet, he grabbed the ivory tower and held it with both hands. With a rumble, it became more than thirty times bigger, almost similar to a real tower. On the body of the nine-story tower, the layers of eaves seemed to be real, all emitting misty Qi of the Way. Then, it dashed left and right in the air, but it collected all the magic treasures that had burst out from the gourd and were scattered in the air into the small tower.
Fighting was not urgent. What was urgent was that he had lost the gourd and could not lose his treasures!
This was the only thought in Fang Xing's mind at this moment.
For a time, his figure was as slippery as smoke, wandering in the air, putting all the scattered magic treasures back into the small tower. In a hurry, he glanced at the fragments of the gourd and found that there were some seeds in it. An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he put the seeds and the gourd fragments into the small tower. This thing was really a good thing, he could not let go of the seeds of the gourd!
Zhao Changhe was irritated by his action. "Not only did you destroy my treasure, but you also won't let go of the seeds?"
"Little devil, I'm going to tear you into pieces!"
His hands circled, and dozens of thunder whips as thick as arms appeared in the air, cracking toward Fang Xing.
"Damn, I can't deal with you, can I?"
Fang Xing was also annoyed. He suddenly turned around, stretched out his five fingers in the air, and suddenly clenched them.
Five dazzling thunderbolts descended from the sky and struck at Zhao Changhe from five directions.
After the battle of treasures, the real battle of magic began.
Both of them were extraordinary people. One was a thunder genius who clearly came from the Talisman Armament Dao, but due to a coincidence, he had cultivated the thunder technique that dominated the Northern Region. The other had inherited the Dragon clan's mystic arts and had the Thunder Liquid of Creation as his Dharma Seed. Other than the Third Prince of the Dragon clan who was in slumber in the Ultimate, no one could compare to him. Now that they were fighting, it was truly a fierce battle.
The lightning technique, the metal and fire techniques of the five elements, as well as the wind technique developed by later generations of cultivators, were the four great techniques with the greatest offensive power. Both of them were filled with killing intent, and as soon as they attacked, they didn't hold back and chose to use this technique.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dazzling lightning flashed in the sky. The light was dazzling, and its power was unpredictable.
Two figures were faintly discernible in the lightning net that covered the sky. They were already fighting with true flames.
The Nan Zhan cultivator and the Talisman Armament Dao cultivator who were fighting in the eighth array subconsciously distanced themselves from the two of them to avoid being affected.
"Haha …"
After a few hundred moves, Zhao Changhe seized an opportunity. He formed a seal and the lightning in the sky formed a huge net. It whistled through the sky and directly rolled towards Fang Xing. His eyes were fierce. "Little devil, you have all kinds of peerless Dharma Seeds, but what's the use of them? How many years have you cultivated, and how many techniques have you comprehended? One part of comprehension is one part of ability. If you don't cultivate well, you won't be able to cultivate the Dragon clan's thunder technique. Even if you cultivate the Immortal Arts, you still won't be able to do it! If you don't master all the techniques, you will be mediocre. It's better for me to only form one technique, but to cultivate it to the extreme. Today is the day you die. Even if you form nine techniques, you will still die in my hands … "
The more he fought, the more courageous he became. He already had a feeling that victory was within his grasp.
This came from his hundred years of cultivation and his confidence in reaching the peak of the Dao of Thunder.
The Little Devil's thunder technique was indeed profound, but he could not unleash its full power. He had not fully comprehended the real Dragon clan's techniques, and was unfamiliar with them. The various subtle aspects of the techniques that were revealed when he cast the techniques gave him a feeling that he had a deeper understanding of the thunder technique. To put it simply, to him, the Dragon clan's techniques that Fang Xing cultivated were just for his own benefit!
For a freak like him who clearly had extraordinary talent but only cultivated one technique, he would need to rely on this one technique to defeat the other techniques of the Dan Dao.
"Pilgrimage Mountain!"
Facing this unavoidable lightning net, Fang Xing could only grit his teeth and summon the Mountain Will to protect himself.
He had to admit that he was being suppressed, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Zhao Changhe was a very annoying guy, but what he said was reasonable. One part understanding, one part ability, this was the most important thing in the world. He had only cultivated for a total of more than ten years. On weekdays, if he was not busy robbing money, he was busy running. In the way of cultivation, especially in the cultivation of fighting with others, although he did put in a lot of effort, it was still incomparable to the accumulation of hundreds of years of experience.
Moreover, Zhao Changhe was a true genius, a genius in thunder techniques and a genius battle cultivator!
Crackle crackle crackle crackle!
Bolts of lightning that resembled spiderwebs struck Fang Xing's surroundings, even shattering the void around him, shattering like rocks.
Fang Xing, who had activated the will of the Ascension Zen Mountain, was like a peaceful land, unmoving and unaffected by the turbulence of the void. The invisible will of the mountain around him was continuously being torn apart by the lightning, and then reborn again. The clash between the will of the mountain and the will of the lightning was equivalent to the mutual annihilation of the two forces. When the will of the mountain was destroyed, it was the moment when the lightning would tear Fang Xing's body apart.
However, Fang Xing cultivated the Mountain Will of Pilgrimage Mountain. Although he had not fully comprehended it and could not use its full power, his Dharma Seed was still the number one in the world. It was not so easy to shatter, and he managed to hold on.
"Let's see how long you can hold on!"
Zhao Changhe seemed a little surprised, but he quickly sneered. His hands intertwined and he formed nine seals.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Faint dragon roars rang out, sweeping through the sea of clouds.
Within the eighth matrix, almost all the power of the thunder essence was drawn out and turned into nine lightning dragons. They were like nine gods floating in the void, their eyes devoid of life, staring coldly at Fang Xing. After a few breaths, starting from the first dragon on the far left, they suddenly swooped down towards Fang Xing and slammed into Fang Xing's chest.
"Boom!"
This lightning dragon caused Fang Xing's Mountain Will of Pilgrimage Mountain to lose control. His body flew dozens of feet away, and his surroundings turned into a sea of lightning, completely submerging him. Countless lightning bolts were desperately trying to devour his protective Mountain Skill.
"Boom!"
Another Thunder Dragon came crashing down, then a second one, a third one …
At this time, Fang Xing could not fight back at all, completely suppressed by Zhao Changhe's secret technique.
"Is he really going to lose?"
In the distance, the Nan Zhan cultivators who were fighting had already slowed down their rhythm of fighting and looked over in panic.
"After all, he is still too young. Although his potential is unlimited, it is far from being used …"
"If he loses, what are we going to do?"
"If even he loses, how are we going to fight against the cultivators of the Divine Continent …"
For a moment, the hearts of the Nan Zhan cultivators trembled, almost drowning in a sense of despair.
The reason why so many people were willing to give up their status in the Divine Continent and risk their lives to fight was not only because of the pride they felt after being bullied by the Divine Continent, but also because they had confidence in Fang Xing. After all, he had charged through five formations in a row with irresistible force. He had also fought with Chunyang Daozi through the air and was not at a disadvantage. Coupled with the various rumors about this little devil, the cultivators were willing to bet on him. However, this battle made the cultivators suddenly realize that this little devil might not be as strong as they had imagined!
"Haha, I can see that you have at least seven Core Formation Techniques, and all of them are top-notch in the world. This Core Formation Technique is not inferior to Chunyang Daozi's. If you grow up, I'm afraid you really have the power to fight him. However, after all, your cultivation time is too short. Real cultivation is not about the accumulation of resources. No matter how high your Core Formation Technique is, you have no time to comprehend the various great techniques. You can't even use 30% of your strength. Now that you have met me, who is only proficient in one technique, you are destined to be cut off from the path of cultivation …"
Zhao Changhe laughed coldly, as if he was scolding Fang Xing, but also as if he was deliberately suppressing the confidence of the Nan Zhan cultivators.
"To be able to obtain seven techniques, it shows that you are very lucky. Today, give this luck to me!"
At the end of his shout, Zhao Changhe's eyes were cold. He suddenly put his hands together and the remaining five Thunder Dragons flew towards Fang Xing at the same time.
The four Thunder Dragons in front of him had already completely broken through Fang Xing's defense. Now that the five Thunder Dragons had merged into one, they were going to kill Fang Xing on the spot.
At this time, Fang Xing was gritting his teeth. His body was constantly being struck by the power of the Thunder Lightning until it was rotting. Then, with the help of the Wood Technique in his body, he was reborn. However, the speed at which he regenerated could not keep up with the speed at which he was injured. Seeing that the five Thunder Dragons were rushing towards him, a ruthless look appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "You are right, my techniques are really not good!
"But my fighting ability is innate. Even if you cultivate for a thousand years, you still can't compare to me!
"Techniques are good, fighting is fierce. You may think that my techniques are not good, but I think you are a bookworm!"
As he shouted, he suddenly released the Mountain Technique. His body regained its freedom, he also removed all his defenses. Then, with a cold look in his eyes, he suddenly shouted and stepped on the void. Like a meteor, he rushed towards Zhao Changhe. The five Thunder Dragons were terrifying, but at this time, he looked at them as if they did not exist. It was as if he was watching a knife stab into his body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
He rushed directly in front of Zhao Changhe. The distance between them was less than ten feet. Then, he threw three punches in a row. His momentum was earth-shattering.
These three punches were without any technique, but the power was so terrifying that even the Yuanying cultivators did not dare to underestimate them.
This kind of fist technique was called "Tortoise Fist"!
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