The Art of the Great Sword

Hearing Zhao Long's words, Zuo He's eyes turned cold, "I advise you not to take advantage of him, otherwise, I will kill you even if I risk my life!"

Zuo He was very grateful to Fang Qingyang.

Without Fang Qingyang, he would not be what he is today.

It is even more impossible to perfect the Furious Thunder Sword Technique to this point!

"Haha, I don't know what price that kid paid for you to be so partial, but everything will end today!"

Zhao Long's eyes were fierce, "He killed my son. This is a sworn hatred. You can't protect him! After today, when I sit on the position of president, I will be the first to remove you!"

"So confident?"

Zuo He sneered, "Then we'll see."

Off stage.

Chen Xiance waved his hand and called a disciple, "Go, go and bet with him!"

The disciple understood and walked to the banker and whispered a few words. The banker cast awe-inspiring eyes at Chen Xiance's position, then nodded repeatedly and gave up his position.

The disciple replaced the dealer. He looked at Fang Chen coldly, "I heard you want to bet?"

Fang Chen was neither humble nor arrogant, "How?"

"Come, let me take a gamble with you!"

The disciple received instructions from Chen Xiance and clearly had bad intentions, "If Zuo He can win, these cultivation resources will be yours!"

After saying that, he took out a lot of elixirs and spiritual stones, which shone brightly in the sun.

The total number of pills and spirit stones is definitely worth half a year's training resources for an inner disciple!

Undoubtedly a huge amount of money!

"I don't have that many cultivation resources to bet against you."

Fang Chen looked calm. He could see what the other party was thinking and was unwilling to accept the move.

"You lose, I don't want your training resources, I want you...an arm!"

The disciple smiled ferociously and said with menacing eyes, "If you don't dare, stop playing and go home."

Fang Chen's face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, Fang Qingyang walked up to him with a smile, "One arm is quite a big deal, but it's not enough. Do you dare to bet your life?"

While talking and laughing, Fang Qingyang's understatement directly made the disciple's face turn pale.

His momentum was directly overwhelmed by Fang Qingyang!

"I won. These training resources are mine, and so is your life."

Fang Qingyang smiled and said, "If we lose, we will be at your disposal, how about that?"

The disciple's face turned pale, as if he had lost his backbone. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Chen Xiance, hoping to find some comfort from the other person's attitude.

Evil energy burst out from Chen Xiance's pupils. This disciple is really brainless. If you turn to look at me at this time, wouldn't you let everyone know that I was the one who ordered you?

Fang Qingyang smiled half-heartedly. He had already guessed that the person behind the disciple was Chen Xiance.

He glanced around and met Chen Xiance's eyes.

Both sides smelled the coldness in the other's eyes and the smell of gunpowder.

"bet!"

Chen Xiance was furious, but still calm on the surface, and sent a message to the disciple.

The disciple took a deep breath and said, "I'll make a bet with you...!"

"good!"

Many onlookers cheered.

It's not a big deal to watch the fun, they just like to watch such drama, it's exciting!

"quiet."

On the stage, an old voice came.

The whole place fell silent for an instant, and everyone looked at the figure with awe on their faces.

It was an old man with gray beard and hair, who seemed to have entered his twilight years.

His eyes were cloudy, he was thin and withered, and he walked staggeringly to the stage with a magic sword on his back.

However, no one dares to underestimate him.

Yang Shiyuan, president of the seventh branch, has been president for hundreds of years.

Under his rule, the Seventh Branch developed rapidly and became a benchmark for the Great Zhou Dynasty.

There are even some that are vaguely on par with the Zihe Sect and the White Jade Sect!

Yang Shiyuan was getting older and his energy was not as good as before, so he abdicated in favor of others.

The main competitors for this position are Zhao Long and Zuo He.

"President."

The two immediately put away their emotions and looked respectful.

"A year ago, I made an agreement for you. Whoever writes better swordsmanship will be the president. Now that one year has passed, please bring your swordsmanship."

Yang Shiyuan's eyes swept over the two of them one after another, staying on Zuo He for a long time.

Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of hatred.

To be honest, he likes Zuo He very much and hopes that he will be the next president.

However, Zuo He has been stubbornly immersed in the Furious Thunder Sword Technique, stuck in his ways, and has never come out.

As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the room suddenly became excited.

Is it finally time to compete in swordsmanship?

"I have said before that the swordsmanship competition is not purely based on grade, but also on the actual combat capabilities of both parties. Therefore, it is divided into two levels. The one with the stronger overall will win!"

Yang Shiyuan's voice was old, "You two, bring up the seal-engraved version of the sword technique. I will judge it first based on the level."

Zhao Long smiled proudly, "My Seven Cold Star Sword Technique has been verified by time. It is a low-level magical power realm sword technique, and it is the most popular sword technique in our seventh branch!"

As he spoke, he presented his sword technique.

Yang Shiyuan took the sword technique, and even though he had seen it many times, he was still shocked by Zhao Long's conception.

The Seven Cold Star Sword Technique was learned from the seven brightest stars in the sky.

The sword technique masters the fierce wind, the connection is smooth, and the sword energy is endless.

As Zhao Long said, this sword technique is very popular and has been purchased by countless people.

Over the past year, Zhao Long has been trying to perfect this sword technique. Now that it is really rated, it seems to be close to the level of intermediate magical power.

"Not bad, not bad."

Yang Shiyuan couldn't help but praise, his eyes flashed, "Zuo He!"

Zuo He presented the Furious Thunder Sword Technique.

"Haha, the vice president is still too stubborn. For a whole year, he has not made progress and is still studying the same old swordsmanship."

Zhao Long mocked, "It's impossible to beat me with this swordsmanship."

Zuo He looked cold and said nothing.

Everything will naturally be left to the president to judge!

"well."

Yang Shiyuan sighed inconspicuously and took over the Furious Thunder Sword Technique.

Sure enough, there is still no surprise?

He lowered his gaze, looking slightly disappointed.

He was very familiar with the advantages and disadvantages of this sword technique, but even he, a senior swordsman, couldn't figure out how to fill those three flaws, which led to today's situation.

Perhaps, once the flaws in this swordsmanship are corrected, it can reach the realm of superior magical powers.

But what's the use?

It’s impossible to make up for it!

Unless someone above the Great Sword Cultivator gives personal guidance.

Above the Great Sword Cultivator, he is a master of swordsmanship.

How could a master-level figure be encountered so easily?

Yang Shiyuan wanted to go through a simple cutscene and put the sword technique aside, but he just glanced at it and couldn't take his eyes away.

He discovered that this Thunder Sword Technique was completely different from what he had studied before.

The realm has improved a lot!

"Could it be..."

Yang Shiyuan was shocked. He picked up the sword technique as if he had found a treasure and observed it carefully.

He studied the text recorded inside even more eagerly.

The whole place was silent.

Some monks looked strange. What happened to Yang Shiyuan? He was shocked?

The smile on Zhao Long's face faded, he felt strange, what's so good about a swordsman who has not even entered the magical realm?

However, time passed by minute by minute.

Zhao Long felt increasingly uncomfortable. He looked at Zuo He and found that he looked calm and unworried.

Could it be that his swordsmanship has improved?

impossible.

Over the years, Furious Thunder Sword Technique has been limited by too many shortcomings.

Why did he make up for it so close to the end of the game?

Although he thought so, Zhao Long felt very uneasy.

"call."

After a while, Yang Shiyuan opened his eyes and said, "Comparing the levels of the two sword techniques, the Furious Thunder Sword Technique wins!"

"I don't believe it!"

Zhao Long's face changed greatly, "President, we all know the details of the Furious Thunder Sword Technique. It has great limitations. Basically, it is difficult to break through to the level of the magical power realm in this life. However, my Seven Cold Star Sword Technique is a genuine magical power realm sword technique. It’s infinitely close to the intermediate level of magical power. If you say it’s stronger than me, I don’t agree!”

"See for yourself."

Yang Shiyuan knew that Zhao Long was not convinced, so he sighed and handed over the Furious Thunder Sword Technique.

Zhao Long's eyes were gloomy, and he took it and was about to start nitpicking.

Soon, he realized something was wrong.

Pupils shrink!

This...this swordsmanship...

"In recent times, I have repaired two of the flaws, and my swordsmanship level has reached the medium level of magical power. So, is it not surprising that I surpass you in level?"

Zuo He sneered.

Zhao Long's face turned pale. He couldn't argue because everything was obvious!

"There is a second level."

Zhao Long adjusted his mentality quickly, and he was still a giant after all. He sneered, "In the second level, you and I will fight each other with swordsmanship. Your Furious Thunder Swordsmanship has just been improved, and its power is unknown. Let's see how I defeat you!"

Zuo He looked indifferent.

Soon, there were only two people left on the high platform.

"brush!"

The sword light shines, and the magic sword falls into Zhao Long's hands.

He looked ferocious, "Zuo He, the battle of swordsmanship is not about who has a higher level. My Seven Cold Star swordsmanship has been verified by so many swordsmen, how can you compare with me?"

Zuo He was holding a magic sword, his eyes calm.

In the second level, the two of them also suppressed their realm to the same level and competed purely with swordsmanship.

Let's see who can win in actual combat!

"Brother Qingyang, did you help him?"

Fang Chen was very smart and guessed the relationship between Fang Qingyang and Zuo He from his previous attitude.

Zuo He's swordsmanship had never improved, but now it suddenly improved by leaps and bounds.

It must be related to Fang Qingyang!

"That's right, I just gave it a hint."

Fang Qingyang chuckled, "Look, Zhao Long will definitely be defeated."

"boom!"

With a loud noise, two figures fought together, sword light filled the air, and Pi Lian rose into the air.

A sword technique, opened and closed, and the sword light was accompanied by a deafening roar.

On the other hand, swordsmanship is mainly about dexterity and extremely varied, with a total of seven completely different forms.

The sword light sprayed out like a violent wind and rain.

However, just from the beginning, Zuo He was suppressed.

His swordsmanship has just reached this level, and he has not yet begun to realize his enlightenment, so he is very embarrassed to deal with the mature Qi Hanxing swordsmanship.

"Too slow."

Zhao Long's eyes were proud, and the sword light in his hand was getting faster and faster.

The afterimage flashed by, and seven completely different star points appeared, turning into sharp cold light, which instantly locked onto the seven major acupoints all over Zuo He's body.