The Art of the Great Sword

All the audience members were not optimistic about Fang Qingyang. The reason was simple. The characteristics of the Silver Snake Spear Technique were well known to everyone. In addition, Su Zhe was already a person who could challenge the top three of the Tianjiao List. With the addition of the two, Fang Qingyang fell into a disadvantage.

‘Don’t let me down! ’

Although Jiang Ding had no expression on his face, he was full of expectations.

He chose this dark scene. The referee came from the royal family. He didn’t need to explain anything at all. The other party could understand with just one look.

In a specific scene, the Silver Snake Spear Technique was not only unaffected, but also had a bonus. With this increase and decrease, Fang Qingyang’s combat power would be seriously damaged!

The reason why he did this was that he wanted to help Sikong Teng continue to test Fang Qingyang’s trump card. As wise as he was, he had long guessed that the ten magic swords were not all of Fang Qingyang’s, and he must have hidden something else.

Secondly, if Su Zhe could win this battle, it would be even better.

Next, the Su Mansion will fully cooperate with the Yaochi Holy Land. Su Zhe can join the Yaochi Holy Land with a good momentum and take up an important position.

Yao Chi Holy Land has more than just Jiang Ding's forces, so he has to support more people from his lineage. When he has the power center under his control, he can represent Yao Chi Holy Land!

If Su Zhe loses, he will not be in a hurry.

Sikong Teng has two king-level spiritual weapons, combined with the improved Flame Bird Strike that he taught him, it is definitely not a difficult task to defeat Fang Qingyang.

In short, he has made all preparations, and there is a backhand after the backhand!

See how you win!

"Swish!"

Fang Qingyang closed his eyes and rested, motionless. Just when the ice-blue spear was about to pierce his neck, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the spear head.

The spear head was sharp and pierced into Fang Qingyang's palm, but it was only limited to this, and did not pierce it through at once!

Fang Qingyang's physique was strong enough, and ordinary attacks could not break his defense.

"Hehe."

Su Zhe sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, a bone-chilling cold air was released from the spear, instantly freezing Fang Qingyang's palm into an ice sculpture.

Fang Qingyang frowned, but he held on tightly to confirm the opponent's position, and then his other hand formed a seal on his chest.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Ten magic swords floated up one after another, fiercely stabbing in the direction of Su Zhe, and the sound of breaking through the air came from his ears, directly locking the opponent's front, back, left and right.

Su Zhe suddenly pulled the spear, the ice sculpture shattered, and the spear head was pulled out of Fang Qingyang's skin.

But Fang Qingyang's five fingers still held the spear head tightly, his body was as stable as a rock, and he didn't move at all.

Seeing this, Su Zhe's eyes turned cold, and his other hand suddenly slapped the bottom of the spear from bottom to top, knocking it away.

Then, he disappeared into the darkness.

Ten magic swords slashed into nothingness, and then flew aimlessly in the field, leaving trails of sword energy wherever they passed.

A spear appeared in the air, and Su Zhe quietly raised his hand to grab it, and was greeted by a sharp sword energy.

Fang Qingyang did not notice Su Zhe's movements, but he was aware of the spear.

Su Zhe was caught in a dilemma, and had no choice but to block the sword energy with his left hand, and grab the spear in his right hand.

"Puff!"

A cut was made on Su Zhe's shoulder, and blood gushed out instantly.

He gritted his teeth and sank back into the darkness.

"Su Zhe is injured!"

"He...he is so proficient in fighting in the dark, but he still can't avoid being injured?"

"Fang Qingyang has too much combat experience, and his control of the environment and people's hearts are just right. He knew that Su Zhe would definitely grab the gun!"

"And then he injured the other party?"

"However, his fighting style in the dark is not as good as Su Zhe's, and it is still uncertain what will happen next."

"Hiss, Su Zhe's body movement is too quiet, without making any sound. How can Fang Qingyang catch him? The method has been used once, and Su Zhe can't be fooled again."

Many viewers expressed their opinions, but most people still favor Su Zhe because they know him well enough.

Fang Qingyang is like a dark horse. He did rush up, but no one is optimistic that he can make it to the end.

"These ten swords are slashing back and forth like a blind man. It must be very exhausting for you, right?"

Su Zhe's figure kept changing positions, and his voice was erratic, with a strong sense of contempt, "If you fight me like this, your spiritual energy will be consumed very quickly. When your spiritual energy is insufficient, I will pierce your heart with a gun!"

Fang Qingyang's expression did not change, and he was not affected by Su Zhe's words.

He manipulated the ten magic swords, gradually locking one position after another. Each magic sword was responsible for an area, and slashing back and forth in this area at a very fast speed.

Even with Su Zhe's body movement, it is difficult to enter these areas.

Su Zhe sneered at this and didn't care.

Fang Qingyang, this kid, thinks that he can force me out like this?

Ridiculous!

It's nothing more than wasting his own spiritual energy in vain.

Outside the field, Jiang Ding frowned.

He saw what others didn't see.

How could Fang Qingyang waste his spiritual energy in vain?

Each of his magic swords occupied an area, and he slashed back and forth in this area, forming a dense sword net, making it difficult for Su Zhe to enter it!

Ten swords are enough to occupy ten areas!

How big is the entire arena?

Ten areas are occupied, how much space is left?

This undoubtedly greatly enhanced Fang Qingyang's combat power. He is... the best at close combat!

Su Zhe didn't even notice the other party's thoughts. He was too arrogant.

"The result is set."

Murong Jiu yawned and said, "Even in the dark scene that Su Zhe is best at, he still can't win!"

Although he didn't say it clearly, he was undoubtedly hinting at Jiang Ding.

What if he did something behind the scenes?

It's useless!

Jiang Ding looked up at Sikong Teng not far away. The latter's face was not as frivolous as before, but full of solemnity.

He finally began to look at Fang Qingyang.

"Swish!"

Fang Qingyang no longer concealed his movements, stepped across the void, and killed forward.

"Haha, idiot!"

Su Zhe laughed, and he instinctively wanted to dodge. The spear in his hand was already preparing for the next assassination.

In his opinion, Fang Qingyang couldn't hold back his temper.

In the dark environment, actively exposing one's position is tantamount to seeking death.

As a result, when Su Zhe was about to dodge, he found that ten magic swords had been slashed continuously, blocking most of the space on the ring.

The remaining space was covered by Fang Qingyang's fist.

This means that the direction he can dodge is extremely limited!

This shock is not trivial.

Su Zhe realized that he was quietly calculated by Fang Qingyang. He seemed to be urging the magic sword to randomly find his position, but in fact he locked the ring space!

After the activity space becomes smaller, his flexible body and keen insight into the darkness will be compressed to the extreme.

The advantage is gone!

Fang Qingyang's counterattack is coming!

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