The Art of the Great Sword

"The reason why I am willing to take a gamble on him is because I have seen through his inheritance. However, it is not easy for him to defeat Fang Qingyang, but he can test out Fang Qingyang's trump card."

Jiang Ding said calmly, "On the contrary, I am optimistic that Fang Qingyang will pass all the way and break into the top three! After he has accumulated enough reputation and glory, your junior brother will take action to destroy him. Perfect!"

"Inherited by a master of swordsmanship, the ninth level of Yuan Dan realm is indeed worth a gamble."

Su Chen nodded, "However, Fang Qingyang will definitely win, it depends on how he wins."

"Yes, poor Zhou Heng thought he just had my taste and wanted to use me to join the Sword Dynasty. Unfortunately, even if I looked for a spokesperson within the Great Zhou Dynasty, it wouldn't be him because he is too ambitious. Not easy to control.”

Jiang Ding took a sip of tea with lazy eyes.

"So, what Master means is to support another puppet from the Zhou Dynasty and let him take charge of all power?"

Su Chen's eyes lit up. This was indeed his master's style. He acted decisively and without hesitation.

"Zhou Tai, the second prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is pretty good. With training, he will be able to reach the level of magical power in the future. The key is that he has no ambition and is easy to master."

Jiang Ding chuckled, "As for Zhou Heng, he will die if he dies. He relies on his talent to get both sides and wants enough benefits from me. But as everyone knows, I have seen through his little thoughts a long time ago. They are really valuable." It is the Zhou Dynasty, not Zhou Heng. Since the dynasty is here, it doesn’t matter who the emperor is.”

Su Chen raised his hand and said, "Thank you, Master, for your teaching."

Sometimes, you have to be ruthless and ruthless in doing things, leaving no room for mercy.

On the surface, others are taking advantage of you, but in fact, he is the one being taken advantage of.

The key is to use it appropriately.

Using Zhou Heng's life to explore the way for Sikong Teng, he forced out all of Fang Qingyang's trump cards and tricks, allowing Sikong Teng to prepare in advance and win the battle more easily.

The whole situation is crystal clear!

It's no wonder that Su Chen admires Jiang Ding so much.

In the arena.

Facing the terror of Zhou Heng's sword, Fang Qingyang smiled lightly and said, "You have a good magic sword."

Zhou Heng frowned, not quite sure what Fang Qingyang meant.

But Wei Hui, Liang Jingyu, and Zhong Xiang in the audience shuddered.

This is...Fang Qingyang is targeting the magic sword!

And what the consequences will be, they know better than anyone else.

"brush!"

Fang Qingyang formed a seal with one hand, and ten sword lights floated in the void of time, but they were far more powerful than ordinary sword lights. Looking carefully, he found that there was a magical sword in each sword light!

Use ten magical swords in an instant?

Everyone was confused.

Even Zhou Heng, who rushed over, was stunned.

Ten magic swords were attacking Zhou Heng in different directions and at different speeds. Some were in front and some were behind, some were fast and some were slow. It made people dumbfounded. How could they stop this?

As the old saying goes, two fists are no match for four!

Ten magic swords are surrounding you, which is equivalent to ten great sword cultivators attacking you at the same time!

How do you guard against it?

How to block?

Zhou Heng tried his best to withdraw the magic sword and formed a block in front of him.

Raising his hand to chop, he tried hard to knock two of them away. After all, they were low-level princely warriors, and they were unique in their sharpness.

After knocking away two, the other eight came at them from the left and right. Zhou Heng's eyes flashed with horror, holding a sword in one hand and forming a seal with the other.

"boom!"

A terrifying fire sword was generated out of thin air, at least a hundred or ten meters in size, followed immediately by a giant sword condensed by water waves. It was equally exaggerated, and the two swords blocked it from the left and right.

"Clang clang clang!"

There was a sound of fighting, and seven of the other eight were isolated.

But there was still a sword that broke through the layers of barriers, slashed horizontally, and landed on Zhou Heng's waist.

It's the Dragon Emperor Sword!

Zhou Heng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had already used the most powerful sword move in the Water and Fire Sword Control Technique, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't stop the opponent's killing blow.

Zhou Heng took advantage of the situation and retreated tens of meters, neutralizing the fierce power of the sword.

Under his tattered clothes was a piece of blue jeweled armor.

This is a high-grade magical weapon, which Zhou Heng took out from the treasury of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Such a precious thing, however, became dim after enduring this sword.

"There are body-protecting spiritual soldiers."

Fang Qingyang smiled lightly, "It's a pity that I couldn't kill you instantly with one move."

The whole place was deathly silent.

Everyone could clearly see how strong Zhou Heng was before. His terrifying pressure made his opponents make mistakes one after another, and he finally won easily.

In the end, after just one move with Fang Qingyang, he was hit by the opponent's sword?

Zhou Heng was breathing heavily, with cold sweat covering his forehead.

He used his trump card, but failed to affect Fang Qingyang. Instead, he was slashed on the waist with a sword. If it hadn't been for the power of the body-protecting spirit soldier, he might have been split into two at this moment.

Now that the body-protecting spirit soldier is close to being scrapped, how can he withstand the opponent's subsequent attacks?

The fear of death that I felt back then came to my mind again.

Coincidentally, both times were given by Fang Qingyang!

"Your defensive spirit weapon is useless. Let's see how you dodge the second sword!"

Fang Qingyang sneered, hooked his finger, and activated Wan Jian Jue again.

The ten magical swords once again surrounded Zhou Heng, as if intertwined into a large airtight net, trapping people in it, making it difficult to even dodge!

Zhou Heng gritted his teeth and tried to repeat his previous moves, but unexpectedly Fang Qingyang appeared in front of him like a ghost, clenched his five fingers, and punched out.

"Bang!"

Zhou Heng used the Great Thousand Abyss Sword to protect himself and took Fang Qingyang's punch.

He felt like he was hit by a meteorite head-on, and retreated several steps on the spot. Then he gritted his teeth and wanted to draw his sword, but found that Fang Qingyang hit him with an elbow again.

Fist, foot, elbow, shoulder...

All parts of Fang Qingyang's body seemed to have become weapons, and his attacks fell on Zhou Heng like raindrops, causing him to scream in pain.

"Crack!"

The body-protecting spiritual weapon completely collapsed.

Fang Qingyang raised his fist and chopped it down, hitting Zhou Heng's shoulder, and instantly smashing his lower body into the ground.

And at this moment, ten magic swords stabbed from all directions.

"Puff puff puff!"

Zhou Heng was stabbed like a hedgehog on the spot.

Clean and neat!

Happy to take revenge!

No watering!

Zhou Heng's face was pale, and his pupils were full of horror.

This way of dying was too miserable.

"This sword is not bad."

Fang Qingyang raised his hand and grabbed it, and the Great Thousand Abyss Sword fell into his hand. Then Zhou Heng's ring also did not escape the fate of being taken away, and all fell into Fang Qingyang's ring.

As for the soul-attacking spiritual pattern that Jiang Ding gave Zhou Heng, he didn't even have the chance to use it. He was suppressed by the endless power and ended up with a sword piercing his heart.

Die with eyes open!

"Master Huo, the revenge for the destruction of the sect that year is half avenged."

Fang Qingyang raised his head, looked in the direction of the former Zihe Sect, and muttered to himself.

Under the stage, Old Man Ye smiled, full of relief.