Chapter 69: Vulnerable, Inherited Sword Formation

The white dragon was hovering in the air. Fang Wang, who was in the dragon's head, looked like a dragon god, looking down at the thirteen geniuses below with indifference.

This is him

Since his Tianyuan treasure spirit has been exposed, he must tell the world that he has grown up!

Whoever dares to use the Fang family to plot against him should first consider whether he is qualified!

Everyone was shocked by the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique. The white dragon transformed by Fang Wang was not only visually shocking, but also had a powerful momentum, which could be felt by the disciples outside even through the formation.

The thirteen geniuses below were even more so. They were all facing a great enemy, and some even began to sweat on their foreheads.

"Together, we may not lose to him if we join forces. The more powerful the unique skills, the greater the consumption of spiritual power!"

Liu Jun of Xuanhong Sword Sect said in a deep voice. He immediately pulled the bow and pulled a full circle. The spiritual power gathered into an arrow and pointed at Fang Wang in the air.

Other geniuses urged their own treasure spirits and cast their strongest spells.

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and he suddenly leaned down and rushed down. The dragon roared in the sky, and the twenty-foot-long white dragon swooped down, carrying a momentum like the collapse of the sky!

So fast!

Song Jinyuan's pupils shrank, and he was secretly shocked. His reaction was the fastest among the crowd. He moved on the spot and quickly performed sword moves, as if he had created five clones. They all raised their swords and slashed towards the sky, and the sword intent soared to the sky.

Liu Jun leaned sideways, with his upper body facing the sky, and shot his bow angrily. The arrow transformed by spiritual power turned into a strong light, as fast as thunder.

The unique skills of other geniuses were also very powerful, and the main city of the sect trembled.

The white dragon rushed down angrily, tearing up all attacks with an absolutely strong attitude. When it was about to fall to the ground, it suddenly turned around and killed Liu Jun.

The speed of the white dragon was really too fast. Just when Liu Jun wanted to dodge, he was hit and vomited blood and flew out, hitting the light curtain of the formation and slowly slashing down.

Before he landed, other geniuses were blown off the fighting stage one after another!

The white dragon was unstoppable and unstoppable. If hit by it, the spiritual power would collapse, and the blood would be shaken at the least, and the tendons and bones would be broken at the worst.

In less than three breaths, ten people had fallen off the fighting stage. The spectators in the whole city had no time to speak, and they all stared at the twelve golden mirrors in the sky. The white dragon in the mirror was so powerful, like a divine beast from the sky descending and wreaking havoc on the world.

Fang Wang stood in the dragon head, his eyes locked on Song Jinyuan, who made him feel that he was the strongest.

Song Jinyuan quickly retreated, and his right hand performed sword moves. Flying swords flew out of his storage bag, and the sword formation quickly changed, attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to gather.

Facing the attacking white dragon, he suddenly threw the sword in his hand, and dozens of flying swords followed closely in the sword formation, accompanied by wind and thunder, and the sword intent was sharp.

Boom——

His sword was knocked away, and the flying swords were shattered. The sword intent was dispersed, and a strong wind was raised, shaking the light curtain of the formation.

Song Jinyuan's eyes widened, full of horror.

The sword formation he was proud of was so vulnerable?

Before he could think about it, the white dragon hit him, making him lose consciousness and fly out like a meteor.

In order to deal with him, Fang Wang deliberately accelerated, and fortunately he succeeded.

Only two people were left!

Fang Wang immediately turned around, and the two people were so scared that they flew out of the fighting platform and dared not fight.

Fang Wang then stopped and landed on his feet. The white dragon was entrenched on him, and then turned into air waves and dissipated. The dragon roar sounded again, echoing endlessly.

The whole process took less than six breaths!

All the spectators felt the same.

Destroying with overwhelming force, invincible!

The two sides were not opponents of the same level at all!

Even though he was outnumbered, Fang Wang showed a strength beyond their imagination.

Everyone had great expectations for Tianyuan Baoling, but they didn't expect the direction of this battle to be so exaggerated.

After a short silence, the main city of the sect was filled with thunderous cheers and uproars.

"My God, what kind of magic is that? It's too strong, isn't it?"

"So strong... Those famous geniuses are no match for him!"

"Is this Tianyuan Baoling? It's too exaggerated. In addition to cultivation, he can also practice such a unique skill!"

"Why do I feel that he has left the category of genius? I feel that the elders may not be his opponents."

"After this battle, Da Qi

When the disciples and cultivators from all sides were discussing in surprise, the Jiumai Peak Master and the elders looked at Fang Wang with extremely complicated eyes.

They felt the breath of danger.

Facing Fang Wang just now, they really didn't have the confidence to say that they would win. , some elders even felt that they were not as good as Fang Wang.

Zhao Chuangan looked at Fang Wang with complicated eyes.

Fourteen years ago, he took Fang Wang up the mountain, and at that time he chose Fang Wang to join

The sleepy real person laughed continuously, boasting to the surrounding elders about the time when he met Fang Wang

The descendant of the sword saint, Song Jinyuan, was lying on the ground. He tried hard to get up, but he couldn't do it at all. Fortunately, the elders of Taiyuan Sect arrived in time, helped him to meditate, and healed him.

Song Jinyuan barely opened his eyes. In his vision, the figure standing on the fighting stage was very blurry and seemed out of reach.

In eighty years of practice, he had never been so frustrated.

When he first heard that Lu Yuanjun had created a mid-grade earthly spirit, his reaction was disdain. He still believed in his sword intent, but now...

His heart fell into unprecedented confusion.

No matter how strong the sword intent is, can it make up for the grade gap of the natal spirit?

Lu Yuanjun stood among the geniuses of Taiyuan Sect, looking at Fang Wang with complicated eyes. The disciples around him were excitedly discussing the battle just now, but he couldn't stay calm, because the strength Fang Wang had just shown was indeed terrifying. Without using that treasure, he was not sure to deal with it.

In the distance, Zhao Zhen glanced at Lu Yuanjun. Seeing Lu Yuanjun's expression, his eyes turned cold, and he turned away silently.

Zhou Xue looked at Fang Wang, who was full of vigor, chuckled, and turned away as well.

Guang Qiuxian stood on the fighting stage. Seeing that the elders had already started to heal the geniuses, he turned to Fang Wang and said, "Fang Wang, follow me."

He seemed calm, but he was panicking in his heart.

Fang Wang is too strong!

He was afraid that the tree that stood out in the forest would be destroyed by the wind!

How could the eight major sects feel at ease when they defeated so many geniuses with a small number of people?

He had to think of a countermeasure.

Fang Wang put the Tiangong Ji into the Baoling space, and then followed Guangqiuxian's steps. After stepping down the duel platform, Guangqiuxian also called Elder Zhang of the Mission Hall.

Along the way, the disciples were shouting Fang Wang's name.

Fang Wang felt that these disciples really didn't have the calmness of a cultivator. He just turned into a white dragon and made them so crazy. What if he turned into a black dragon?

Along the way, Elder Zhang praised Fang Wang all the time, and Fang Wang was embarrassed by the flattery.

Guangqiuxian led the way in front, without looking back or interrupting.

The three of them quickly came to the Mission Hall and came to the Elders' Pavilion on the fourth floor. Guangqiuxian said: "Record him 800,000 contributions!"

Fang Wang raised his eyebrows. This was an increase of 300,000 compared to what was agreed in advance.

He quickly took out his disciple token and gave it to Elder Zhang.

Elder Zhang did as he was told. He laughed and said, "Don't mention 800,000. I think even 1 million is too little. The reputation gained from this battle is hard to calculate."

Guang Qiuxian glared at him and said, "Are you the headmaster, or am I?"

Elder Zhang blew his nose and glared, and said no more.

It seemed that the two were very close, and there was no deep class relationship between them.

Fang Wang remembered hearing someone say that Elder Zhang was the headmaster's senior brother, and his time was approaching. He would not live for many years.

Soon, Elder Zhang handed the disciple token to Fang Wang, and Guang Qiuxian turned around and asked Fang Wang to follow.

Elder Zhang sat down, looked at Fang Wang's back, and said with emotion, "I can see Tianyuan Baoling in my twilight years. It's really God's blessing on me..."

...

After leaving the Mission Hall, Guang Qiuxian took Fang Wang back to the main vein. The two came to the Shiyuan Hall and stood opposite each other. Guang Qiuxian asked Fang Wang what he wanted to learn.

Fang Wang chose without hesitation

This sword formation is the most profound secret skill of the Nine Veins. No one has inherited it so far, including Yang Yuanzi, who has not learned it. This shows that the Nine Heavens Blue Thunder Sword Formation is stronger than the Jinghong Divine Sword Art.

Guang Qiuxian looked at him deeply, then raised his right hand. There was a sound of wind in the corridor inside. After a while, a jade slip flew into his palm, and he handed it to Fang Wang.

"This is the inheritance jade slip of the Nine Heavens Blue Thunder Sword Formation. I will give it to you for at most ten years, and you must return it after ten years." Guang Qiuxian said seriously.

Fang Wang nodded and said quickly: "It won't take that long. I just need to remember the practice method and send it back in advance."

Guang Qiuxian nodded and said: "The Nine Heavens Blue Thunder Sword Formation is

Fang Wang immediately agreed, and Guang Qiuxian didn't say much, waving his sleeves to signal him to leave.

Fang Wang put the jade slip into the storage bag, then bowed and said goodbye.

After leaving the Yuan Palace, he was about to fly back

"Senior Brother Lu, long time no see. "Fang Wang greeted him with a smile.

When Lu Yuanjun saw him, his expression was unnatural for a moment, but he quickly returned to his usual enthusiasm and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, your performance is really amazing. I feel that I am no longer your opponent."

"Brother Lu is too polite. If I want to catch up with you, I still need to practice more. By the way, what are you doing here?" Fang Wang shook his head and laughed.

The two seemed to have a close relationship and there was no sign of enemy at all.

Lu Yuanjun smiled and replied: "I have to report some information about other sects to the headmaster."