The Art of the Great Sword

"Besides me, is there anyone else who can break into the ninth floor?"

Su Xiaoyu was quite surprised when he heard this.

She knows the level of Zihe Sect and other geniuses.

It's normal to wander around on the sixth and seventh floors. It's hard to expect them to rush to the ninth floor!

They can't even set foot on the eighth floor!

Xuanlong Tower follows the standards for treating super geniuses.

Unless you are truly amazing and extremely talented, it is simply difficult to reach that level.

In the past, very few people in the entire Zihe Sect could even reach the eighth level, let alone the ninth level.

"There's a new kid here today."

Old Man Ye chuckled, "Go quickly, if you don't go in, I'm afraid the first place will go to someone else."

Without saying a word, Su Xiaoyu's figure flashed and rushed into the Xuanlong Tower.

At this moment, the Xuanlong Tower is on the eighth floor.

Fang Qingyang looked around and found that the ground was covered with a thick layer of dust. Apparently no one had been here for a while.

Thinking about it, the difficulty of the previous seventh level was already very significant.

The eighth level will only be more difficult!

"Today, I will rush to the ninth level in one breath and then be promoted to the Yuan Dan realm."

Fang Qingyang made up his mind and stared straight ahead.

The light flickered.

A figure walked slowly over.

This figure is still transformed by pure energy, but the difference is that he is holding a sword.

Moreover, the aura is very terrifying, reaching the fourth level of Yuan Dan realm.

The fourth level of Yuan Dan Realm is actually not bad.

The key is that he is... a sword cultivator!

Fang Qingyang's eyes narrowed, and the phantom's sword intent spread outward, like a scorching heat filling the world.

The rolling heat wave seemed to surround people and burn them to ashes.

The shadow has no face, its face is chaotic, only a pair of eyes are shining brightly.

He raised the sword in his hand and challenged Fang Qingyang.

It means, let him take action!

Fang Qingyang took a deep breath to calm down.

He was not careless and started to operate the first level of the Great Wild God Sword Technique.

There are nine levels of swordsmanship in total. This is a known realm level, and there will be more to follow, but the middle-aged man cannot create it. He can only wait for him to grow up and write it himself.

Even if it is only the first level, the terrifying sword intent brought by it is still unbelievable.

Visible fluctuations of sword energy covered Fang Qingyang's body, spitting outwards with sparkling light.

"brush!"

Suddenly, Fang Qingyang took the lead.

He will not lose his mind just because the opponent actively provokes him. He will treat every battle calmly.

This is a great opportunity to improve!

The sword light suddenly appeared, and the Dragon Emperor Sword in Fang Qingyang's hand was like a bolt running through the air, stabbing the opponent's heart in an instant.

The events at this moment changed continuously. The opponent raised his hand to block in front of him, and actually caught Fang Qingyang's sword with his strong body.

"Is he physically so strong?"

Fang Qingyang took a look and his expression changed slightly.

Isn't this cheating?

You are a sword cultivator, and so am I.

As a result, you have such a strong physique.

I...I haven't practiced yet!

"puff!"

Xuying pulled Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword back with his left hand, and slashed forward with the sword in his right hand. The light of the sword drew an exquisite arc in the void, like a full moon slashing through.

Fang Qingyang's hair stood on end. He immediately retreated, moving left and right, trying to avoid the opponent's subsequent sword moves.

But the magic sword in the phantom's hand was only feinting. His eyes were locked on Fang Qingyang's body like a hook. No matter how much he dodge, he would not draw his sword.

This is like a psychological game!

Fang Qingyang's face darkened, and he realized that this battle would not be easy.

"laugh!"

Xu Ying finally drew his sword. This time, Fang Qingyang was slightly exhausted and was slashed on the shoulder without avoiding it.

A streak of blood splashed outward.

He is injured.

This was the first time Fang Qingyang was injured since he stepped into Xuanlong Tower.

"call."

Fang Qingyang adjusted his breathing and faced him again.

The battle between the two sides was dazzling with the rapidity of sword light.

Fang Qingyang continued to switch back and forth between offense and defense, and his kendo skills continued to improve.

However, there are more and more small sword marks on his body.

After a cup of tea, Fang Qingyang was already covered in bruises and blood.

As for the phantom, it was only hit by two swords at key points, without any sluggishness in its movements.

Fang Qingyang instinctively wanted to quit and take a rest before continuing, but the voice of the old man outside the tower rang in his ears, "Once you quit, it means you have failed the challenge, and you need to start over in a month."

Now, Fang Qingyang is already an inner disciple.

Inner disciples can enter Xuanlong Pagoda once a month.

"fail?"

Fang Qingyang gritted his teeth and his eyes became more determined, "I can't quit, and I can't fail!"

The golden sea of ​​​​qi in his body accelerated, and his whole body actually made a roaring sound of qi and blood.

While the injuries on his body were recovering at a faster pace, the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand seemed to sense the determination of its master. It became even sharper and shimmered, as if it was going to pierce everything in front of it!

"Come!"

Fang Qingyang activated the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Technique and fought against the phantom at a terrifying speed.

Within the body, sword intent boils.

His eyes were cold, catching every flaw in the other party.

Through previous battles, Fang Qingyang learned that this phantom was perfect and would not make the mistakes that ordinary monks would make.

Because he is not a human being, he is just an energy body.

The energy body is set by people, so it will naturally avoid many mistakes.

The two figures rushed together again, the sword light filled the air and intertwined into a large net, coming and going.

Fang Qingyang's injuries increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, it reached an exaggerated level!

But he persisted.

After hundreds of consecutive collisions, Fang Qingyang's arms were numb. The opponent's physique was far superior to his own. He almost fought with the opponent holding his breath. Once the breath disappeared, the battle was lost.

The opportunity has come!

There was a flaw in the phantom that lacked energy, and he needed time to recover, but Fang Qingyang did not give him a chance to recover this time, and was always shrouded in continuous sword light.

After the flaw appeared, the shadow's body visibly stiffened.

"Kill the God with one sword!"

Fang Qingyang's eyes widened, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

I saw the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand suddenly blooming with light. The condensed sword energy was filled with strong fighting spirit and slashed through the shadow in an instant.

quick!

Taking advantage of that moment of stiffness, he didn't give the other party any time to react.

This world seems to have fallen into a state of silence.

Fang Qingyang's body was trembling slightly. The injury was so serious that there was almost no good flesh on his body.

In other words, his willpower is so strong that others would not be able to hold on long ago.

Blood flowed down the palm to the hilt of the sword, and then dripped to the ground.

Fang Qingyang used the Dragon Emperor Sword to support the ground, adjusted his body, and then staggered towards the ninth floor.

Never looked back.

Because he knew that with this move, the other party would never have any chance of living!

"Crack."

The phantom fell to the ground, and its body slowly split into two.

Then dissipate.

Eighth floor, pass!

When Fang Qingyang stepped onto the passage on the ninth floor, he clearly felt a nourishing power spreading throughout his body.

If it were before, he wouldn't have paid much attention to it.

But now, it’s like a sudden rain after a long drought, it’s extremely important!

When Fang Qingyang stood on the ninth floor, his body had returned to its peak.

And on the ninth floor, stood a gorgeous girl.

Her eyes were cold, and just standing there gave off a domineering look that was different from others.

That was the real sense of oppression coming from her whole body!

This is a sword cultivator!

Moreover, he is a powerful swordsman!

This girl is very beautiful, even more beautiful than Lu Ningwei, and she also has an air of arrogance.

Ice muscles and jade bones, a natural beauty!

"The phantom on the ninth floor is so exquisite."

Fang Qingyang grinned, "It's a pity that not many people can break through to the ninth floor, and few can see this peerless face."

He thought that this was his opponent on the ninth floor.

One thing to say, compared to the shadow on the eighth floor, this girl is indeed beautiful.

The key is that even the details can be just right.

Not one point more, not one point less.

That's why Fang Qingyang felt the emotion.

"I've heard too many compliments on me."

The girl said, "You are some of the innovative ones, not that bad."

"Hey, the phantom on the ninth floor can still talk?"

Fang Qingyang was shocked. Not only could he speak, but he also had his own consciousness.

What kind of exquisite means are needed to create such a girl?

Su Xiaoyu's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly. Is there something wrong with this kid?

"Are you a new outer disciple of Zihe Sect?"

Su Xiaoyu realized that the other party did not recognize her. She took a look at the other party's clothes. They were the latest outer disciple clothing.

"yes."

Fang Qingyang nodded.

"With some talent, I can actually get through this level."

Su Xiaoyu waved his hand domineeringly, "But you stop here first, stand down, and let me come first! I have been waiting for two years to pass this level!"

Only then did Fang Qingyang realize that the other party was not a shadow, but a disciple who had also come to break through the barrier.

"There is actually a genius like this girl in the Zihe Sect?"

Fang Qingyang's eyes narrowed, "Although I have never met the girl, with such talent, there can only be one candidate. Is the girl Su Xiaoyu?"

"It's me."

Su Xiaoyu glanced at Fang Qingyang, "Who are you?"

"Fang Qingyang."

Fang Qingyang smiled bitterly and cupped his hands, "I have heard of the girl's name for a long time, but I have never fought against her!"

"Don't worry, wait until I pass the ninth level first, and then I'll come over and beat you down."

Su Xiaoyu put down her words domineeringly, then turned to face the front, "The geniuses of the Zihe Sect of all generations have stopped here. They can't even catch the first sword. Today I am here not only to catch it, but also to succeed. I want to break the record!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge machete chopped down from the void.

Too fast, too fast!

"boom!"

The sudden change made Fang Qingyang feel dazed.

Su Xiaoyu, on the other hand, held a magical sword and collided with the machete.

Her pretty face turned pale and she was knocked back several meters.

As the chest rose and fell, there seemed to be a mouthful of blood condensing in it.

"Blocked... blocked it?"

Fang Qingyang was a little dumbfounded.

This knife is too strong!

He asked himself, even he couldn't bear it.

"So be it."

Su Xiaoyu wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corner of her mouth, her beautiful eyes condensed.

In front, the machete inserted into the ground was held by a big hand.

A golden-armored war god more than five meters high emerged from the void.

The opponent on the ninth floor appeared.