The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang didn't know who the other party was or what his name was.

It was certain that he was not an enemy, but a strong man, as full of fighting spirit as himself, and his desire to win immediately came up.

"Bang!"

Facing the beheading, Fang Qingyang raised the Dragon Emperor Sword and held it above his head in an instant.

With a loud noise, Fang Qingyang's legs sank into the ground.

This feeling is very similar to the feeling of fighting against the peak Little Holy Realm powerhouse in the Dragon Emperor Sword. The pleasure that filled the whole body made every cell open wantonly and breathe fresh air.

Along the way, Fang Qingyang could not defeat the peak of the Little Saint Realm.

At most, it just lasts a few more moves in the opponent's hands, that's all.

But it's different now. Fang Qingyang has also entered the holy realm.

He was not afraid of the battle with Liu Qijing!

"Boom boom boom!"

The two sides fought together again, with the Dragon Emperor sword facing off against the sword. Liu Qijing thought that he could completely suppress Fang Qingyang with his exaggerated strength, but after a few exchanges of blows, he discovered that his strength was not weaker than his own.

The Dragon Emperor Sword collided with the sword, and even if the sword's slashing force was strong and heavy, he would still be able to parry it.

When it comes to strength, a sword is not as powerful as a sword, let alone such an exaggerated sword.

"It's interesting."

Liu Qijing's eyes widened. He twisted his figure on the spot and turned around with a horizontal slash. Not only was it powerful and heavy, but it also came unexpectedly.

Fang Qingyang had no time to swing his sword this time, so he had to stretch out his left hand and received the blow from the sword head-on. His palm trembled, and the bones of his hand made an overwhelming sound, and they were actually broken.

The opponent's strength is terrifying.

This also inspired Fang Qingyang's fighting spirit.

"Seven Divine Swords!"

Fang Qingyang killed them one after another. The Great Wilderness Divine Sword Technique embraced all rivers and swallowed up all things. Once the Seven Divine Swords were unfolded, they became more and more fierce.

The two sides collided with swords and swords.

After finishing the Seven Divine Swordsmanship, he slashed with his backhand and killed the god with one sword!

"Is this what big brother said, a sword that is close to the rules?"

When Liu Qijing saw this scene, there was a bright look in his eyes. He had been expecting Fang Qingyang to launch an offensive. When this moment came, he only felt full of pressure.

For a moment, he felt as if he was facing Su Luochuan.

This kid even wields a sword with the charm of Su Luochuan!

far away.

Su Luochuan, who was wearing a silver robe, walked through the air and watched the two men fighting fiercely with his hands behind his back.

He was not too surprised by the fighting process.

He knew Fang Qingyang's fighting prowess, and he had taught him the Taoist heart. He also knew the power of killing a god with one sword.

He is very much like himself.

At least, it looks like it when the sword is drawn.

"The turmoil in the world just now has covered up the vision of my promotion. I was still wondering who could steal my limelight like this."

A voice came from his ears. It was Song Yi who had succeeded in breaking through and came here.

"When I took a look, it turned out to be this kid Fang Qingyang!"

Song Yi hugged his shoulders and snorted coldly, "Well, we are all brothers. I won't argue with him this time. I finally broke through the holy realm once, but the limelight was robbed. If it weren't for my brother, I would have beaten him long ago."

"Middle Saint Realm?"

Su Luochuan glanced at Song Yi.

"It's not as good as you. You tried your best to reach the edge of the Middle Saint Realm and almost failed to succeed in promotion. How can you be so relaxed like you, my Mr. Lan Yue?"

Song Yi is full of yin and yang.

"This is normal. Except for me, the fifth young master, the other four are rubbish."

Su Luochuan stared at Song Yi, his expression serious, and he spoke every word.

"Nima!"

Song Yi was very annoyed, "We are all brothers, please save some face for me. I don't have a problem with you saying the other three are trash. Can you please don't take me with you?"

"You're... a piece of trash."

Su Luochuan gave Song Yi an extremely fair evaluation.

Song Yi was completely speechless, but this was also Su Luochuan's character. He had a very vicious mouth. After getting along with him for a long time, you'd just get used to it.

In the field, the battle between the two sides became increasingly fierce.

Fang Qingyang has already used the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, and combined with the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Technique, the offensive is extremely fierce and airtight, suppressing the sword intent to a small range.

Liu Qijing was not afraid to collide with him. Time and time again, his body trembled, his skin cracked, blood seeped out from his limbs, and even his eyes turned red.

But he was still laughing, with a bold smile.

He enjoys this feeling!

Finally, half an hour later, the battle between Fang Qingyang and Liu Qijing ended.

Neither of them used their real trump card. After all, it was just a sparring match, not a life and death battle. But even so, the two of them were still injured and bloody.

"Willow Riding Whale."

Liu Qijing inserted his sword into the ground and stretched out his hand to Fang Qingyang, "You can call me third brother if you rank third."

"Fang Qingyang."

Fang Qingyang and the other party reached out and held each other's hands together, "Third brother is very powerful. The sword matches his physique. He is powerful and heavy, and he can kill everything. I really admire him."

"Okay, we are all our own people, there is no need to flatter you."

Liu Qijing touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed. He had entered the Little Saint Realm earlier than Fang Qingyang, and he could be said to be a senior saint.

But after a fight, they still couldn't win the opponent.

Although neither of them used their trump cards, Liu Qijing felt that even if the two sides really fought to the death, he would only have a 20% to 30% chance of winning.

This Fang Qingyang is truly a monster!

The eldest brother's vision is not bad.

Oh, except not when it comes to choosing women.

"He is the third oldest and the most motivated among us. He is like a human male dog all day long. Everyone wants to fuck... No, everyone wants to fight!"

Song Yi took the initiative to introduce Fang Qingyang, "You have met all three of us. There is also a fourth oldest, your fourth brother, but he is always mysterious, coming and going without a trace. You will see him when the war starts."

Fang Qingyang hesitated, "Elder Su is the eldest, you are the second, this is the third, and there is the fourth... But you asked me to call you the second brother, the third brother, and the fourth brother, could it be..."

"Haven't you reacted yet, idiot."

Song Yi grinned, "From the moment you rushed to Diyuan Mountain, you are our fifth brother. Only with Su Luochuan's full recognition can you join us. Not only do you have good talent, but you also have to have good character."

Although Fang Qingyang had guessed it a long time ago, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he really got the other party's recognition.

Su Luochuan didn't say it, but his actual actions had already listed him as one of his own.

He is the eldest brother, so he chooses his brothers with his own eyes.

In Fang Qingyang's opinion, whether it is Song Yi, Liu Qijing or the fourth brother who has never met, they are all people with good character and talent, so they can catch Su Luochuan's eye.

He is also one of them.

This is very lucky.

"Well, Elder Su never mentioned it to me."

Fang Qingyang grinned.

"Why call me Elder Su?"

Liu Qijing raised his eyebrows.

"Well, big brother."

Fang Qingyang was really embarrassed.

In fact, he wanted to call him brother-in-law.

"He is just like this. He is as arrogant as two hundred and fifty-eight thousand. In fact, he is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. You will understand it after spending more time with him."

Song Yi put his arm around Fang Qingyang's shoulders and said eagerly, "Xiaowu, you are the only one among us who has three cultivations of body, magic and sword. There is no one before and no one after. You must do your best!"