The Art of the Great Sword

This is the characteristic of Qi Hanxing's sword technique.

During this year, Zhao Long continued to practice the Seven Cold Star Sword Techniques, making them more refined, and made many rubbings of them for sale, making fine adjustments based on each monk's mastery of the sword techniques.

Therefore, this is where Zhao Long's confidence lies.

In terms of level, Qihanxing's swordsmanship is even better.

When it comes to actual combat, he is not afraid of the opponent.

A sure shot!

Zuo He's strength was almost the same as that of Zhao Long. Under the premise that both were great swordsmen and had the same level of suppression, what they were competing for was the control of their swordsmanship.

At this point, Zhao Long is obviously much better than Zuo He.

In fact, Zuo He didn't originally have much thought about the president.

Even be prepared to fail.

But after getting to know Fang Qingyang, he realized that he could never retreat!

If you step back even a little bit, you will be stepped down by the opponent.

"Thunder Slash!"

Zuo He frowned as his magical sword slashed through the void. The terrifying thunder condensed into a purple bolt and was released from the blade. He concentrated his divine power and killed him again.

The Furious Thunder Slash and the seven star-pointed cold lights were fighting together. Although they were fierce, they were still a hair away.

After breaking through six of the cold lights, the last one broke through and pierced Zuo He's shoulder with a pop.

Zuo He staggered back with an ugly expression.

"Your understanding of swordsmanship is still too weak."

Zhao Long sneered, "Over the past year, I have been constantly improving the Qi Hanxing Sword Technique. Compared to you who are improvising, I am much better than you. It is not even on the same level!"

He already faced Zuo He with a victor's attitude.

Zuo He was a little embarrassed. He once again took up the magic sword and rushed over.

Even if he wins the first round, he can't lose too ugly in the second round!

Otherwise, he will be at a disadvantage in the overall assessment.

"Haha, your two lives are all mine."

The disciple breathed a sigh of relief and said with a ferocious expression, "With so many people watching, it's too late for you to regret it."

Fang Qingyang and Fang Chen both looked calm.

"Brother Qingyang, what if Chen Xiance comes to intervene when we take his life later?"

Fang Chen asked with a chuckle.

Obviously he feels that the overall situation has been decided.

There is no doubt that what Fang Qingyang determined can be accomplished.

"If he dares to have murderous intentions, kill him too."

Fang Qingyang answered unhurriedly.

On the stage, Zuo He was retreating steadily.

All the onlookers were sweating for him.

On weekdays, Zuo He was pretty good at dealing with people and was much better than Zhao Long. Everyone wanted him to win.

Yang Shiyuan sighed secretly, if Zuo He lost miserably in the second game, then the advantage in the first game would be gone.

Unfortunately, he couldn't control the outcome.

"puff!"

Zhao Long's figure crossed with Zuo He, and with a flip of his wrist, he cleverly left seven sword marks on his body, which were as deep as the bones.

Zuo He glanced at the wound and looked ugly.

He was very stubborn and didn't want to lose, but the situation was beyond his control.

"With this sword, I will make it impossible for you to stand up!"

Zhao Long took advantage of the victory to pursue him and killed him with one sword, with killing intent in his eyes.

If given the chance, he really wanted to kill Zuo He on the spot.

"Start with the seventh form of your swordsmanship!"

Zuo He was about to rush forward when suddenly a deep voice came from his ears.

It's Fang Qingyang!

He was sending a message to teach him his sword skills.

Zuo He's eyes showed excitement. He didn't even hesitate and just followed Fang Qingyang's instructions. The sword light passed by and slashed straight at him with a sword light exuding terrifying killing intent.

This choice is very ordinary and not clever at all.

Even Zuo He himself didn't know why he did this. Maybe it was out of Qingyang's unconditional trust, but he did it anyway.

Opposite him, Zhao Long's expression changed slightly.

The airtight sword net he had created was actually torn apart on the spot by Zuo He's sword, shattering from the place where he pierced it, causing the entire sword net to collapse.

‘It must be a coincidence. ’

Zhao Long sneered, if the opponent's swordsmanship is not good, how can he compare with himself?

He threw away his worries and went for the kill a second time.

The sword light filled the air, even more terrifying than the previous offensive.

Even the onlookers could feel the fierceness approaching.

"It's too strong. Is this a great swordsman?"

Someone murmured, "In the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, there are only a handful of great swordsmen cultivators, and each one of them is a treasure. I didn't realize it in the past, but seeing it today is really an exaggeration!"

"Elder Zhao is obviously going to make a quick decision. Can the vice president withstand it?"

"It's hard to say, I have to wait and see."

Everyone took a deep breath and involuntarily moved farther away, for fear of being affected by the attack.

"From the fifth position to the third position, the opponent's flaw is under his ribs!"

Fang Qingyang's voice rang in Zuo He's ears again.

Zuo He seemed to be greatly inspired. His eyes were sharp and his thunder flashed, forming a half-moon. After brazenly colliding with the opponent, he changed his moves in an instant.

"Bang!"

Zuo He shook the sword light away with a sword and stabbed it into Zhao Long's ribs.

Zhao Long was horrified. This was the only flaw in his swordsmanship. Even he himself had never figured out a way to solve it.

Now, Zuo He has realized it?

"puff!"

The magic sword was sharp and pierced Zhao Long's ribs firmly.

After the sword sank three inches into it, Zhao Long roared angrily, his spiritual energy gathered into a terrifying chill, and he raised his hand to push away the opponent's body.

Zuo He retreated in embarrassment, but his eyes showed joy.

Zhao Long still wanted to pursue him, but was stopped by Yang Shiyuan, "This is a swordsmanship competition. You used other moves first and you have already lost!"

Zhao Long could not accept the reality and was furious, "This is impossible. Why can he suddenly break through my sword skills? There is something fishy in this!"

"If you lose, you lose. You are the great elder of the seventh branch. You have to be able to take it and let it go!"

Yang Shiyuan has a sharp eye, and Zuo He went from being difficult to deal with to suddenly bursting out, which is definitely not easy.

But, no matter what, the ending is here.

Zhao Long lost two games in a row and was no longer qualified to continue competing.

"President!"

Zhao Long was furious, "You know, I have to beat him regardless of talent, age, or strength. He just defeated me once by luck. If he is allowed to serve as the president, how will he convince the public?"

Yang Shiyuan's eyes were calm, "We have lost two games in a row. You can't convince the public as the president!"

The whole place was dead silent.

Many people even couldn't believe that the membership of the president was decided just like this.

Too fast!

Zuo He's counterattack was fast and fierce.

And all he used was his own Furious Thunder Sword Technique.

Does this mean that the Furious Thunder Sword Technique is actually superior?

With everyone's eyes on him, Zuo He said loudly, "This Furious Thunder Sword Technique is currently only at the intermediate level of magical power, and is far from its final form. However, give me another month, and I can fix the last flaw." "

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

"Superior magical power realm, is it real or fake?"

"In the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, no one can create superior magical swordsmanship. Master Zuo is the first person?"

"If this is really the case, we will be convinced if he becomes the president."

There was a burning light in everyone's eyes, especially the monks who had made great achievements in the way of swordsmanship. They were extremely excited.

"This is impossible. With your swordsmanship full of flaws, reaching the realm of superior supernatural powers is just a dream!"

Chen Xiance suddenly stood up, his face ugly.

He is the fifth elder, and all his interests are consistent with those of the first elder.

Unexpectedly, Zuo He did not criticize him at all, but said calmly, "I have been studying the Furious Thunder Sword Technique in order to present the best sword technique. After I become the president of the Guild, this sword The Dharma Conference is selflessly dedicated to the cultivation of all the elite members of the seventh branch!"

The whole place was boiling.

This is a real commitment!

The value of superior magical power realm swordsmanship is immeasurable simply in terms of value.

Everyone cheered, excited that Zuo He was about to take over as president.

Zuo He looked calm and said calmly, "It is my lifelong wish to do something for the Seventh Branch. Mere sword skills are not worth mentioning."

Zhao Long stretched out his hand to cover his chest, his expression extremely ugly.

So many years of hard work, all in vain!

In this case, I am afraid that I will not even be able to avenge my son.

"Great Elder, don't be impatient yet."

Chen Xiance came up and supported him, "We still have a chance to make a comeback, don't think too much about it."

His face was equally ugly. He had lost so many cultivation resources and lost one of his subordinates.

But he is very calm and must not explode at this time.

Under Chen Xiance's persuasion, Zhao Long suppressed his temper, cupped his hands, and turned away without saying a word.

"The next president of the Seventh Branch, Zuo He!"

Yang Shiyuan's eyes showed relief. This was also the ending he had envisioned from the beginning.

"Fifth Elder..."

The branch disciple was dumbfounded. He had been instructed by Chen Xiance to gamble with Fang Qingyang and Fang Chen with a bunch of cultivation resources, but he lost miserably.

The key is, even your life is at stake.

"Now, is it your turn to cash in on your bet?"

Fang Qingyang glanced at it with an indifferent look.

It was as if he knew where things were going from the beginning.

The disciple's face turned pale, "This is all the fifth elder's instruction. I...I will give you all my cultivation resources. My life..."

"I am willing to admit defeat and be smarter in my next life."

Fang Qingyang's pupils flashed with cold light, and the Dragon Emperor sword was unsheathed and slashed cleanly.

Blood splatters!

The disciples who were clamoring and proud before are now separated from their heads.

Everyone nearby exclaimed, but no one was afraid.

This kind of bet is the most enjoyable thing!

"We each have half of these cultivation resources."

Fang Qingyang smiled and took out the items in the ring to share with Fang Chen.

"Thank you, Brother Qingyang."

Fang Chen did not refuse. He was at a critical juncture in his cultivation, and his urgency for cultivation resources was much higher.

This time the battle for the president has come to an end.

Zuo He served as the president of the Seventh Branch. He did not immediately remove Zhao Long from his position. That would only cause pressure from public opinion. Anyway, everything was under control and he would do it slowly.

Fang Qingyang became a guest again, and Zuo He's respect for him was deeply rooted in his bones.

If it weren't for his temporary guidance, Zuo He would have lost this battle.

Only then did Fang Chen realize that the reason why Zuo He turned defeat into victory was because of Brother Qingyang's guidance.

The admiration in his heart became even stronger.