Zhang Bailun, three hundred and twenty-one years old, was promoted to the rank of Earl of the Blood Clan fifty years ago. Specializing in dark magic, he also dabbles in natural magic. When he was a teenager, he used to be a famous martial artist and traveled the world. It is the top warrior among the youkai. He used to join the International Demon Federation, but after being promoted to Earl, he quit the organization and took on the family position of the Dark Council.

According to the information, Zhang Bailun can be said to be very ordinary, as a monster, such an experience has no characteristics. There are no commendable records in his life, and he has not made a name for himself in the monster world.

When Zhang Bailun proposed to challenge Fang Linkong, he did not rely on an unassailable reason, and Fang Linkong's intervention in the Thomas incident was just a fuse. Seeing that the Blood Princes were silent, Prince O'Hill just spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders gracefully, and sat back in his seat. Fang Linkong knew whether he was qualified to become a VIP of the blood clan, and it was finally time to be verified.

The subordinates of the Alun Shuding Division are as subordinate personnel, and the six masters of the Holy Flame Knights are not ordinary and unknown. Lieqizi proved with his own strength that he not only had enough qualifications, but even had some surplus.

Fang Lin is a human being, and he is so young, plus his reputation is not obvious. The Blood Clan Elders, who attached the most importance to rank and seniority, had long been very dissatisfied, and seized this opportunity, so they immediately instructed Zhang Bailun to make good use of it. The VIP seat of the blood clan is not something that any cat or dog can sit on.

The Qingming Ancestor glanced at Lie Missing, but when he saw his junior brother, there was a hint of a mocking smile in his eyes, and he had no intention of stopping this battle at all. An earl of the blood clan, in the eyes of a master like him, will not have much higher status than an ant. The other party's Lin Kong's ability, he is deeply confident.

As the person concerned, Fang Linkong glanced at the four outsiders who had no temperament, and finally became convinced that no one could rely on him except himself. He simply took a generous step and said to Zhang Bailun: "I don't know how this friend of the blood clan plans to test my qualifications?"

The look on Zhang Bailun's face was still cold, as a high-level blood clan, his appearance could be called handsome. Combined with this kind of cold demeanor that is thousands of miles away, a wordless manly demeanor has formed an extremely attractive charm. He lightly pointed to the 100-million-year-old tree, and said coldly without any tone: "If Mr. Fang Linkong is willing, we can have a duel on it." So that our compatriots in the blood clan know the strength of the VIPs invited this time. ”

Fang Linkong didn't pay attention to this kind of hidden sarcasm at all. He grinned and said, "This is the battlefield of your blood clan's hundred-year war! If I go up and win once, I don't know if I will get a knighthood?"

An elder of the Demon Sect suddenly spoke: "If Mr. Fang Linkong can defeat Zhang Bailun, I am willing to grant you the honorific title of Earl of the Blood Clan on behalf of my family." If you fail, please leave the VIP seat, we have arranged a suitable viewing spot for you, and you are still a guest of our Bloodline. ”

Qingming Ancestor and Lie Missing Son are by no means easy to mess with, even if the blood clan of the Demon Party has always been arrogant, they dare not offend such a strong person. Prince Oshier originally wanted to speak, but he glanced at the Qingying Ancestor slightly, and his heart moved slightly, so he remained silent.

"Count of the Blood Clan, is it a very good title! I just don't know if it conflicts with that three-star hunter license!

Fang Linkong thought about it for a while in his heart, then immediately put his troubles aside, tidied up the clothes on his body, and walked out of the small palace of the Qingming Ancestor proudly.

Zhang Bailun put his hands in one hand, slowly floating in the air, flying towards the crown of the 100-million-year-old tree. Fang Linkong was not to be outdone, and stepped lightly on the ground and rushed into the sky.

As the Floating Palace of the Elders took to the air again, a huge and efficient sound transmission system had begun to broadcast the latest battle situation to the audience.

"In order to strengthen the friendly exchanges with the International Demon Federation, this time the guest, Mr. Fang Linkong, also intends to apply for the title of my blood clan. The one who deliberately took the exam was Count Zhang Bailun. As one of the largest members of the Dark Council, it has been a long tradition to accept aliens as members of my bloodline, and in the past fifty years, seven friends have joined this ancient family......"

Out of diplomatic considerations, the princes of the blood clan did not announce the truth of the facts, saving some face for Fang Linkong. But almost all the young bloods who were watching around knew that it was for them.

Fang Linkong's skills have improved by leaps and bounds recently, and he has already cultivated to the tenth layer, if he is given a few more years of hard work, it will be a matter of time before he breaks through to the highest twelfth layer. Although Zhang Bailun was a blood clan earl, his levitation technique cultivation was exquisite, but after all, he was inferior to Fang Linkong in terms of speed. Although he started first, at half the height of the 100-million-year-old tree, Fang Linkong had already surpassed Zhang Bailun and took off first.

When Fang Linkong stepped on the canopy of the 100-million-year-old tree, the duel arena in front of him was bigger than any Olympic stadium, giving his blood a restless stimulus. In the process of growing the tree for hundreds of millions of years, countless mud, sand, soil and stones have accumulated, and even on the canopy of the tree at dawn, there is a small mountain peak that I don't know where it came from. The entire canopy of the tree is as huge as an island. After the Bloodline's conscious tidying up, this is suitable for any kind of battle.

Although Zhang Bailun lagged behind, it did not have any emotional impact on him. With Fang Linkong, he quietly stepped onto the battlefield on the 100-million-year-old tree, his black tuxedo fluttering in the wind, and the pure dark aura shrouded the ground for tens of meters in an instant.

"Oh! Count Zhang Bailun is such a pure dark energy, is he really just an earl? I guess that human boy will definitely lose!"

There was a discussion in Lilith's ear, and she felt a pang of worry inexplicably. She also noticed that although the aura on Zhang Bailun's body was not too strong, there was an indescribable sense of coercion. made her inexplicably cold.

"If I face such an enemy, I will definitely be defeated!" the thought suddenly popped into Lilith's mind.

Fang Linkong, as Zhang Bailun's opponent, felt more deeply than Lilith. Zhang Bailun must have hidden some power, this kind of understanding made the refreshing young man smile secretly except for the corner of his mouth, and did not cause more worry.

The two of them were some distance apart on the 100-million-year tree, each in their own way, preparing for battle. Fang Linkong greeted with a rather fake smile: "Count Zhang Bailun, I don't know what kind of combat method you are best at, hand-to-hand combat, or a magic weapon, or long-distance attack, psionic firearms ......."

Fang Linkong's question, Zhang Bailun's tone was cold, but he answered very seriously.

"What I'm best at is martial arts, and if you don't mind, I'd like to have a battle between knights. ”

Fang Linkong smiled and said, "I welcome this kind of fighting method very much. I don't know what weapon you prefer to use, or do you fight empty-handed?"

Zhang Bailun snapped his fingers and flicked it, and the dark energy flowed like a drop of water in the palm of his hand, extending into a thin stabbing sword two meters long. With a wave of his hand, he compared to the most regular classical European court etiquette, and the thin bayonet sword pierced the sharp wind of the atmosphere, crackling like a firecracker.

"There is a surname, and he actually answers me with actions! But the blade that can be condensed with pure energy does not seem to be the Western way of fighting. I'll do that too!"

Fang Linkong spread out his palm, the true qi in his palm changed in an instant, and the last black flame burst into flames. He smiled and said, "I think it's more appropriate to use this internationally popular dark energy in this battle. The black fire of the True Flame God Sect is still very, very good. ”

With Fang Linkong's declaration, a black flame gradually elongated and condensed into a pitch-black spear. The sharp spear, which was more than five meters long, could not be seen to be condensed by lively flames, like a substantial body of the spear, revealing a fierce killing intent that refreshed people's bone marrow. The tip of the spear, which is nearly half a meter long, forms a perfect pyramid.

Fang Linkong's hand suddenly provoked the young blood clansmen, and there were bursts of surprised shouts. The True Flame Cult has been in the international limelight recently, and Camberto has been in the limelight for a while. After the internal split of the International Demon Federation, the True Flame God Cult greatly expanded its power. With the tacit consent of Zhou Qingzhe and Zhang Rongying, in the Asia-Pacific region, the True Flame God Cult has developed very rapidly, and has even begun to poke out its minions to Europe and Africa. Although there was some friction between the Dark Council and the True Fire God Cult, there was no conflict on the surface. Fang Linkong flashed the black fire condensation gun, which made people a little suspicious.

Zhang Bailun's expression was solemn, his thin stabbing sword kept shaking, he had fought with the people of the True Flame God Sect, and he knew the horror of black fire. Fang Linkong's Black Fire Spear was more than twice as long as his stabbing sword, but it was absolutely impossible for him to be an option to rush into hand-to-hand combat. Since Fang Linkong could condense into a black fire spear, then there was no reason why he couldn't use the simpler black fire scimitar. An inch long, an inch strong. An inch is short, an inch is dangerous! The classic battle in martial arts cannot be established in demon arts.

Fang Linkong's black fire spear slowly raised, pointing at Zhang Bailun very arrogantly. Such an arrogant gesture suddenly caused an uproar among the young blood clan onlookers. Only a senior vampire in the elder seat could understand how accurate Fang Linkong's strategy was.

Zhang Bailun's stabbing sword is two meters long. With a short weapon that has exceeded the ordinary sense, plus a vacuum blade that cuts air, and a fighting qi slash condensed by demonic power, the attack range can cover the entire 100-million-year-old tree battlefield. Fang Lin made a move after the air, wanting to regain the situation under Zhang Bailun's hands, no matter what weapon he used, he would fall behind.

Fang Linkong shook out the black fire spear, intending to show off his strength. The underlying line is: "I can also form any Qi Soldier Phantom Blade, and no matter how the battle situation changes, I can come up with a contingency method." ”

The momentum was pressed below, and Zhang Bailun's face was not moved in the slightest. He silently endured Fang Linkong's overwhelming arrogance, the stabbing sword in his hand was stretched and expanded, twisting and unstable like a poisonous snake, and the demonic qi had also become ethereal and ethereal, and he was forced by Fang Linkong to remain unmoved.

Although Fang Linkong seemed to have the upper hand, his full expansion was completely different from Zhang Bailun's insistence on the inner yuan and the consumption of true qi and demonic power. As long as Zhang Bailun can persevere, he will naturally be able to turn the tide of the battle.

"What a boring uncle!"

Fang Linkong was not afraid of the huge consumption of true qi. For a cultivator like him who can communicate with the vitality of heaven and earth, it is definitely not a big problem to insist on such momentum for a year and a half. However, although Zhang Bailun is at a disadvantage in momentum, he is not in a desperate situation. Unless he can force Zhang Bailun to stand it, he has to be forced to make a move in adversity, and when he himself continues to attack first, it will be considered a failure.

Fang Linkong's black fire spear was closed behind his back, he pretended to be a master and missed, and finally decided to carry out this decisive battle in a down-to-earth manner.

"Hey, this human boy has some skills!"

Fang Linkong retracted his back with the black fire spear, and his momentum suddenly disappeared. Zhang Bailun is like an athlete who was originally sailing in the sea, and suddenly all the sea water disappears, and it is ridiculous to make all kinds of heroic gestures in the face of the air. Fang Linkong's move made Zhang Bailun secretly admire, he was almost induced to make a move just now.

Zhang Bailun's spiritual will was slightly loosened, and the heavy spear shadows that Fang Lin had conjured up had already come from all over the world. Fang Linkong practiced Immortal Dao Martial Arts, and he had never had the experience of real competition. Usually, it is mainly a spell battle that is already powerful and has a long attack distance. Even if you fight in the body of the ancient god, it is only supplemented by immortal martial arts, with hand-to-hand combat.

It is rare to have a martial arts master like Zhang Bailun as an opponent for him, and Fang Linkong was urged to the highest point by the heroism cultivated since childhood in various martial arts novels. The marksmanship was also vividly played, completely forgetting the frustration of the momentum of the competition just now.

In the face of such a powerful spear technique, Zhang Bailun pointed the thin stabbing sword in his hand diagonally to the ground, and retreated uncontrollably. What appeared in his eyes was not Zhang Huang or shock, but a look of approval.

"Only such an opponent is worthy of my shot. The elders have underestimated this human boy!"

Although the canopy of a 100-million-year-old tree is huge, it has its limits. Fang Linkong snapped his fingers in an instant, and he made one thousand one hundred and sixty-five drill spurs, bringing the special surname of the Black Fire Spear to an unprecedented peak, half of his spear technique was taught by Wen Zhongda, and half of it was tempered on the battlefield of life and death in the battle of the Blue God Truth Immortal in the body of the ancient god. The martial arts of the Kunlun Immortal Dao, even among the Eastern Immortal Dao, are second to none. Its profundity and subtlety do have the opportunity of ghosts and gods.

Although Zhang Bailun has learned both East and West, he is not only proficient in all kinds of combat techniques of the demon clan, but also has a deep study of Chinese martial arts, Muay Thai fighting, Indian jiu-jitsu, and other fighting techniques from all over the world. The comprehension of martial arts is already a figure at the level of a great grandmaster. But the stormy spear shadows in the square forest sky on the face had only one way to retreat. It wasn't until Zhang Bailun retreated to the edge of the crown of the 100-million-year-old tree, and there was no way to avoid it, that he let out a low roar, turned his hand and punched out, and in the shadow of thousands of spears, he found the true body of Fang Linkong's black fire spear, and he gritted his teeth and fought hard.

At this moment in the battle, Fang Linkong had enough opportunity to fight hard with Zhang Bailun, and of course he was elated. Pouring the black fire spear vigorously, Fang Linkong had deep confidence in the incomparably evil black fire of the True Flame God Sect, and in an instant, he gave up all the changes. In the unlikely event of any infallibility, he adjusted the Black Fire Spear to an absolutely balanced horizontal line and stabbed an earth-shattering blow with an absolutely straight posture.

Zhang Bailun's fist collided with the black fire spear, and almost all the young blood clans who were watching were stunned and their thoughts stagnated. Even Lie Qianzi and Qingying Ancestor couldn't help but focus their attention on the two of them.

Fang Linkong, who was originally full of confidence in the power of the black fire, saw a scene that he could not believe in his eternal life in the next moment. The black fire spear that looked incomparably sharp and evil was shattered by Zhang Bailun's fist, and it seemed to collapse inch by inch like melting snow. A force he had never seen before, decomposing the energy that made up the black fire, and discrete the harmless vitality of Chengren Beast.

"How could such an incredible thing happen in this world?"

In the face of such a strange change, Fang Linkong's free left hand slashed down with a wave of his free hand, cutting off the black fire spear he had condensed from the middle. Zhang Bailun's strange fist strength, after decomposing the first half of the Black Fire Spear, failed to spread through the air and paused for a moment. Fang Linkong's footsteps were shocked, he stepped on the ground and stepped back. Temporarily alleviated the crisis.

"This human boy, you can force me to use this trick, you have already earned me enough respect. If you're willing to throw in the towel......"

Before Zhang Bailun's words fell, Fang Linkong had already flatly refused.

"How can I admit defeat before the battle officially begins? If you have any ability, you can let the horse come!"

Zhang Bailun smiled faintly and said, "I have just mastered the ability to disperse the black fire just now. If I continue to fight, I may not be able to make the battle bloodless to decide!"

Fang Linkong rubbed his nose and said nonchalantly: "This kind of skill can't scare me." If you don't have the experience of wandering between life and death, how can you be worthy of being called a martial artist? Strength is not the whole thing that determines victory or defeat! Count Zhang Bailun!"

"Well, even if you lose to me in this battle, I will recognize you on behalf of the Bloodline that you are qualified to be the guest of honor of my clan. Human boy, I'm about to strike again, so take it seriously!"

Zhang Bailun's thin stabbing sword pointed diagonally at the ground and lifted it slightly, turning into pointing at Fang Linkong. The blade on his sword suddenly became illusory. At that moment, it seemed that half of the blade had disappeared.

At this moment, someone finally recognized Zhang Bailun's fighting skills, and exclaimed in surprise that he had come to the elder seat of the blood clan.

(To be continued)