In the new round, Fang Yang's opponent turned out to be his senior brother Zhang Zicheng, who had reached the Great Perfection state of Qi training.
Although Zhang Zicheng did not come from a family of cultivators, he was accepted as a disciple by a master in the foundation-building period of the Wanxiang Sect at a very young age because of his excellent qualifications.
What he uses is a top-grade sword called the Astrolabe Sword.
You must know that although this object is a sword, a set of star formations is arranged on it.
What Wanxiang Sect is best at is formations, but formations generally don't play a big role in the arena.
But his Astrolabe Sword is an exception. In addition to the main sword, there are also seven or eight dagger-sized attachment swords. Therefore, it cannot be said to be a top-quality magic weapon, but a set of top-quality magic weapons.
Together, their strength has surpassed that of ordinary weaker spiritual weapons.
"Junior Brother Fang, please!" He said as he shook the astrolabe sword in his hand, and the attached sword inside quickly flew out and pierced the formations around him.
A strong defensive formation was instantly deployed.
"The lineage of formations is indeed broad and profound. Although I have been studying hard in the past two years, I still only understand a little bit."
Fang Yang also saw that Zhang Zicheng was very cautious and activated a strong defense from the moment he came up. He had obviously carefully studied the previous rounds of Fang Yang's battles.
Fang Yang is already somewhat famous because he is one of the Three Wanmu Masters.
However, Fang Yang has always created an image for himself that he is very strong in alchemy but has average magic power.
This is also Fang Yang's hidden method.
Fang Yang, who originally planned to hide his strength, had to use many more methods when facing an opponent like Zhang Zicheng.
Fang Yang spread his wings at the beginning and then used his Purple Thunder Sword.
Although this Purple Thunder Sword had some spiritual damage in the match the day before yesterday, Zhang Lin helped Fang Yang repair it during the break.
Zhang Zicheng shook the astrolabe sword in his hand, and the surrounding formations also shimmered with light.
In an instant, Fang Yang found that the place he was in was no longer the arena, but back in the mountain behind Fang's house, the small valley where he once practiced.
"It's actually a phantom formation! It's really amazing!"
Fang Yang suddenly found himself in the illusory formation, and for a moment he felt a little unhinged.
Fortunately, Fang Yang had practiced the Invisible Art, and at the same time, his spiritual thoughts had almost reached the strength of a foundation-building monk.
So he recovered immediately, and in his mind's eye, he discovered that Zhang Zicheng was holding the astrolabe sword and was slashing towards him.
If Fang Yang hadn't still seen through the illusory formation, he would have been knocked out of the arena with a single sword strike.
Fang Yang immediately activated his true energy and struck out with all his strength from the Purple Thunder Sword in his hand.
"Dang Dang~~~" several times resounded throughout the audience.
Fang Yang was attacked by a sneak attack in the phantom formation. Although he reacted, he lost the opportunity to react. The opponent's Astrolabe Sword was also slightly superior in level, so Fang Yang was pushed back dozens of steps before he could stand still.
"It's so powerful. As expected of a monk who has perfected his Qi practice, I'm afraid he's not far from a foundation-building monk." Although Fang Yang didn't fall short with this move, he still suffered a small loss.
However, the one who was more surprised than him was Zhang Zicheng who made a sneak attack.
"What kind of freak is this guy? When my illusory formation comes out, even the foundation-building monks will be affected and hesitate for a moment. Could it be that he has a magic weapon to break the formation, or does he have some weird skills?"
Zhang Zicheng never expected that Fang Yang's divine will would be comparable to that of a monk in the early stages of foundation building, so he reacted like this.
However, with this blow, Fang Yang already knew in his heart that his Purple Thunder Sword would never be able to win.
He immediately turned over his hand and took out the Thunder Fire Golden Light Sword. His spiritual power was urgently activated, and he instantly made a sound of thunder, lightning, and fire.
"Ding Ding~~Zi Zi~~~" Zhang Zicheng and Fang Yang fought for dozens of rounds.
Although Fang Yang was still in the illusion formation, Fang Yang closed his eyes and used his spiritual thoughts to not fall behind at all.
However, Fang Yang's Thunder Fire Golden Light Sword is a middle-grade spiritual weapon.
Although Fang Yang didn't want to be too ostentatious and didn't release the weapon spirit, even a foundation-building master who was proficient in the art of weapon refining couldn't tell the clues for a while.
It can only be seen that what Fang Yang is holding is a spiritual weapon of good quality, but the grade cannot be determined.
Seeing that Zhang Zicheng could not attack for a long time, he shouted loudly and moved the astrolabe sword in his hand.
The formation's light shone brightly, and the illusion formation suddenly changed. Suddenly, the sword energy became solemn, and the sword light slashed towards Fang Yang.
"He actually transformed the phantom formation into a killing formation!" Fang Yang was secretly surprised.
Facing the sword shadows in the sky, Fang Yang was also wary.
Fang Yang had already noticed the power of the astrolabe sword when the phantom formation transformed directly into the killing formation, and he actually perfectly integrated the sword technique with the formation technique.
Even if a monk in the foundation-building stage is trapped within the formation, it will probably not be easy at all.
Fang Yang immediately flipped his hand, and the Qingfeng Cauldron suddenly shot out, turning into a giant cauldron about one foot in size.
The powerful cyan light shrouded Fang Yang in it.
Then there was the sound of sword shadows all over the sky bombarding the Qingfeng Cauldron, "ding ding ding~~~"
Like a violent storm, it is shocking.
"One offense and one defense, this guy can actually operate two spiritual weapons at the same time!"
A foundation-building monk who was watching the battle said in surprise.
"Ordinary late-stage Qi training monks are already very reluctant to operate even a top-quality magic weapon, let alone a spiritual weapon. This guy can actually use two spiritual weapons at the same time. Could he be a foundation-building monk pretending to be one?"
The expressions of several foundation-building monks who served as judges also changed.
It is important to know that it is not impossible for ordinary Qi-training monks to use two spiritual weapons at the same time, but they will definitely not be as easy as Fang Yang, so everyone can't help but have doubts.
"I didn't expect this kid to have such great abilities despite his poor aptitude." At this time, a rosy-faced old man in red robes with a long beard who was patrolling the arena was also attracted.
As soon as he arrived, many foundation-building monks came to greet him.
Judging from the red robe worn by this long-bearded old man, he turned out to be a golden elixir monk.
"It seems that having the talent of spiritual thoughts without the talent of cultivation can be regarded as a kind of compensation." The golden elixir monk clarified Fang Yang's words as soon as he said this.
Fang Yang was protected by the Qingfeng Cauldron, but he was not afraid of Zhang Zicheng's sword shadow that filled the sky.
At the same time, the thunder-fire attack of the thunder-fire golden light sword in Fang Yang's hand was also blocked by Zhang Zicheng's defensive formation.
For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate, with no outcome in sight.
"This Fang Yang is really powerful. He can actually use two spiritual weapons at the same time to block my killing array!"
Zhang Zicheng frowned.
"But if he continues like this, his spiritual energy consumption will definitely be extremely serious. Even if he is undefeated for a while, I'm afraid he won't be able to sustain it for long. Since he wants to persist, I will drag him to death!" Zhang Zicheng also had his own wishful thinking in mind.
Sure enough, after a cup of tea, the brilliance of the Qingfeng Cauldron above Fang Yang's head became weaker and weaker.
Moreover, the Qingfeng Cauldron above Fang Yang's head seemed to be swaying unsteadily.
Moreover, the number of attacks of the Thunderfire Golden Light Sword in Fang Yang's hand has also been significantly reduced, and he looks like he is exhausted.
"This is the time!" Zhang Zicheng was overjoyed when he saw that Fang Yang's magic power seemed to be exhausted.
He shouted loudly and threw a high-grade gold defensive shield in front of him.
Then he turned the astrolabe sword in his hand, and the formation suddenly disappeared. Instead, it turned into a brilliant sword shadow, four to five feet long, and suddenly attacked Fang Yang wildly.
Obviously, Zhang Zicheng saw that Fang Yang was at the end of his game and expected that he didn't have any strong attacks, so he wanted to finish his victory in one battle.
He removed his formation and struck out with all his strength. Although this was a bit risky, he was also prepared.
Zhang Zicheng threw out a gold spiritual shield, a high-grade magic weapon. He felt that this should be foolproof.
Just when Zhang Zicheng thought he was in sight of victory, Fang Yang suddenly threw a large handful of pills into his mouth.
At the same time, the green peak cauldron above Fang Yang's head shone brightly and more than doubled in size in an instant.
A blue mandarin bird flew out, spraying blue flames from its mouth.
This flame is usually used for alchemy, but it is equally powerful when used for attacks.
"There are so many good-quality elixirs!" A foundation-building monk who was watching the battle couldn't help but be surprised.
"Although this boy's cultivation level is not very high, he has the talent for alchemy."
"A few days ago, he successfully won the first place in alchemy. It seems that he just pretended to be out of power and deceived his opponent."
"This man is very scheming and will definitely become a powerful figure in our Wanxiang Sect in the future!"
Several late-stage foundation-building monks nodded and said.
On the field, the Thunderfire Golden Light Sword in Fang Yang's hand suddenly moved and he rushed towards Zhang Zicheng's Astrolabe Sword head-on.
"Clang~~~~Boom~~~~" Then a powerful wave of spiritual energy burst out in the sky.
The huge shock wave made the formation guarding the arena look shaky. A foundation-building monk immediately took action to stabilize the formation.
The other several foundation-building monks paid close attention to the situation on the field.
They knew in their hearts that the monks on both sides were not weak in cultivation. If they were not careful, they would lose control of the situation and cause fatalities and injuries.
With a sudden blow, both Fang Yang and Zhang Zicheng were blown back by the powerful wave.
However, the high-grade spiritual shield that Zhang Zicheng held in front of him had been completely destroyed.
If he hadn't used the defensive spiritual shield beforehand, he might have been pierced through the heart by Fang Yang's sword.
"What a powerful attack!" Zhang Zicheng was shocked.
The attack just now consumed nearly half of the spiritual energy in his body.
However, I didn't expect that not only did he not make any achievements, but he also failed to get any benefits. Not only did he lose a high-grade spiritual shield, but his formation had already been removed.
Zhang Zicheng wanted to rearrange the formation, but Fang Yang would never give him this opportunity.
Fang Yang controlled the Blue Mandarin Firebird to launch an attack from the air. The thunder-fire golden sword in his hand not only stabbed directly at Zhang Zicheng, but also emitted thunder and fire all over the sky.
The sound of "rumbling~~~" kept ringing in my ears.
Although Zhang Zicheng kept dodging, he still forcibly collided with Fang Yang's thunder-fire golden lightsaber several times.
However, although the quality of Zhang Zicheng's Astrolabe Sword is also good, it needs to be deployed in order to exert its power.
The non-technical thing of head-to-head confrontation is far inferior to Fang Yang's thunder-fire golden lightsaber made of top-grade materials.
It was okay once or twice, but after many times, the Astrolabe Sword let out a series of whines.
As the astrolabe sword in his hand was damaged, Zhang Zicheng himself also suffered internal injuries.
Zhang Zicheng was really depressed.
If he hadn't been so eager to win that he removed the formation formed by the Star Pan Sword and tried to strike with all his strength, Fang Yang would not have been able to seize the opportunity, and would have even been suppressed without the ability to fight back.
But now he was in a deep crisis, and he couldn't think too much about it, so he could only support himself hard.
Fang Yang's Thunder Fire Golden Light Sword has a sharp sword light, and the thunder and fire fill the sky, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
The Blue Mandarin Firebird even made a sneak attack from the air, appearing to be in perfect coordination.
Time passed bit by bit, and Zhang Zicheng kept hoping that Fang Yang's spiritual power would be exhausted, or that his soul would be unable to sustain it and lose.
But things went against expectations, Fang Yang was not brought down, and under the suppression of Fang Yang's two spiritual weapons, his defensive energy was quickly worn away.
Zhang Zicheng's face turned paler and paler, and finally turned out to be like a piece of white paper. He never expected that.
He had been preparing for this competition for many years, but was suppressed by the opponent.