Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 329: God-Scaring Nail

The golden light flashed, and the fighting continued in the space below the Golden Throne Hall.

Taoist Xuan Sheng took Fang Xuan's attack head-on and could only watch Fang Xuan rush into the range of the Nine-headed Dragon Cypress.

Although he is a warrior of the upper realm, the Nine-Headed Dragon Cypress is so special that even if he enters it, he will inevitably suffer a huge backlash.

Not worth the candle!

However, Fang Xuan's actions attracted a lot of people's attention.

After all, before this, several warriors were slaughtered by the Nine-headed Dragon Cypress in order to fight for the Dragon's Luck.

Under the gazes of countless people, Fang Xuan touched the golden barrier, but there was no blood-splattering scene.

After Fang Xuan's body touched the golden barrier, he easily crossed the barrier.

Li Yixuan had just absorbed a stream of dragon luck when he saw Fang Xuan was in the same space as him. He was stunned for a moment, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Does he also have the blood of the Dayang royal family?"

Entering the golden light shield, Fang Xuan felt a warm current filling his whole body, as if he had entered the mother's womb.

The body that had been tempered in the Dragon Pool was instantly restored to its best state. Even the scars from the fight with Taoist Xuan Sheng were completely healed in an instant.

Looking at Li Yixuan calmly with deep eyes, Fang Xuan frowned: "You have too much resentment. If you absorb this dragon luck, it will be a catastrophe for Jiuzhou!"

Li Yixuan looked at Fang Xuan, the new legendary disciple of the Martial Temple in Jiuzhou, with great interest, and slowly closed the folding fan in his hand: "Resentment? I have the entire Jiuzhou in my heart, and the war in Jiuzhou will end in my hands.

This rotten land needs a new master!"

The two of them were on the verge of a confrontation, and a golden light poured into the golden light shield again.

Princess Linyang held a plain sword in her hand, her eyes rested on Fang Xuan for a moment with a complicated expression, then she turned to look at Li Yixuan, her beautiful eyes full of anger blinked gently under her long eyelashes: "Cousin, stop it!"

Li Yixuan suddenly laughed and questioned Lin Yang: "Did Dayang need a woman to shoulder this heavy responsibility?
The young emperor could not escape, and had to hold on to a corner of the south with great difficulty. The war in the Nine Provinces had overwhelmed the Central Province. Shouldn't Dayang change its owner?
If I become the new emperor, at least the bloodline of the Li family can continue!"

On the circular altar.

The old monk from Baihe Temple was also watching Fang Xuan from afar, and after a moment he looked at the teacher who was walking slowly towards him.

The purple-robed teacher looked at the old monk as if he were an old friend he hadn't seen for years. A smile appeared on his calm face. He also glanced at Fang Xuan and asked, "Is this the person you chose? I thought Hongmei from Yanzhou was your choice!"

The old monk smiled slightly and bowed: "Everything is a matter of fate. The third son of the King of Yizhou is indeed blessed with the emperor's destiny. Donor Wei, you have always had a good eye for selecting people!"

The teacher smiled faintly: "Dayang was in a panic and finally chose to divest Longyun. This self-destructive choice is unexpected.

You chose a warrior, aren't you afraid that your lineage will be completely destroyed?"

The old monk smiled without saying a word, chanting Sanskrit. A huge swastika flew out from above the old monk's head and expanded rapidly.

The smile on the teacher's face slowly disappeared, and he finally said in surprise: "He was born with dragon luck, and you shielded him from the secrets! No wonder even I couldn't see his background!"

"The leader of the Dragon Whale Army that caused such a sensation back then was actually also a disciple of the Martial Temple. Interesting!"

"It's just that it's very difficult for a remote place like Haizhou to take over Zhongzhou!"

The old monk shook his right hand, and as the Sanskrit chanting in his mouth disappeared, the huge swastika also suddenly disappeared.

The two of them looked up at the battle situation inside the Nine-Headed Dragon Cypress at the same time. The old monk said, "Last time when Jiuzhou was in chaos, didn't the founding emperor of Dayang also start to gather dragon luck from Jizhou? So many years have passed, and Mr. Wei has become obsessed!"

Hearing the old monk say this, the teacher's face changed slightly and he said nothing.

At this time, Li Yuanzheng was watching Fang Xuan and Li Yixuan fighting for Dragon's Luck, his expression was uncertain. Although it was his decision to reorganize Dragon's Luck, he had to watch Dragon's Luck being stolen by others in the end. This feeling of shooting himself in the foot was really unpleasant.

After thinking for a long time, Li Yuanzheng's eyes suddenly became firm, and he called over the upper-level warrior from the Chu family.

"It seems that we can't realize the plan of rebuilding Long Yun by relying on Cheng Qian and his men. Let's just prepare for the worst!"

The upper-level warrior of the Chu family was a little hesitant when he heard this. "Your Majesty, if we do that, Jiuzhou will really be in chaos. By then, even if Long Yun is reorganized, what we will recover is only a ruined country!"

Li Yuanzheng smiled helplessly: "If Long Yun is taken away, the Li family and even the broken mountains and rivers will no longer exist. I have made up my mind!"

The Chu family's upper-level warrior didn't say anything more and disappeared instantly.

Within the range of the nine-headed dragon cypress.

Fang Xuan knocked Li Yixuan back with one punch, and quickly reached forward with his right hand, holding a wisp of golden dragon luck in his hand.

As the dragon energy entered his body, a wonderful feeling lingered in Fang Xuan's heart.

"careful!"

Princess Linyang screamed in shock, raised the sword in her hand, and quickly tried to block Li Yixuan who was attacking Fang Xuan.

Even though both of them had Li blood flowing in their veins, Li Yixuan did not hold back at all when he attacked.

Princess Linyang was attacked by the energy condensed in the folding fan, and was immediately wrapped in a light blue tornado. The energy, like sharp blades, instantly covered Princess Linyang's fair skin with bloodstains.

At the same time, Li Yixuan's right hand trembled, and he pinched the hand seal, and a golden vertical pupil suddenly appeared between his eyebrows.

A golden beam of light shot out from the vertical pupil at an extremely fast speed.

Fang Xuan was unable to dodge and was hit by the golden beam of light, and felt dizzy.

"It's actually a spiritual martial arts ability!"

If Fang Xuan's red royal pupils were not also spiritual martial arts abilities, which gave him some immunity to such attacks, he would have been hit as well.

Seeing that Fang Xuan did not show any signs of mental retardation, Li Yixuan's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.

In response, Fang Xuan struck him with a fierce knife.

A stunning cold light flashed, lightning flashed above Mo Yuan, and the power of wind was added to Mo Yuan, making a huge momentum.

Wind and thunder sword technique!
Along with the flash of the knife, the deafening sound of thunder was shocking.

Li Yixuan sensed the power of the knife, and his figure flashed quickly. A light blue figure quickly appeared. Even so, he still couldn't avoid the knife.

He spun the folding fan quickly, condensing the Taoist patterns on his body and swinging it with all his strength.

laugh--! ! !
As the energies collided, the lightning was extinguished.

With a slash of sword, Fang Xuan's figure flashed behind Li Yixuan, using the full force of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique. Fang Xuan had no intention of killing a Blood Martial Saint.

All he wanted was to use this knife to close the distance between the two sides.

Li Yixuan let out a long roar.

Three soul-stirring nails suddenly condensed from his sleeves and headed straight for the three acupuncture points on Fang Xuan's chest.

(End of this chapter)