The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang returned to the cave, and Su Xiaoyu happened to be sitting outside drinking tea.

"Where are your clothes?"

Su Xiaoyu was curious, "Why are you still wearing this outfit?"

"Ning Kuang blocks me and doesn't let me become the core."

Fang Qingyang said lightly.

"He stuck with you?"

Su Xiaoyu frowned, "You just won the first place in the three sect trials for the sect. This kind of honor is very rare in the entire Zhou Dynasty. Why does he want to hinder you?"

"He said I might be an undercover agent of the Sky Fire Sect."

Fang Qingyang only found it funny, "I was kicked out of the Heavenly Fire Sect by destroying the sea of ​​​​qi. Lu Ningwei and I have a huge hatred. They and I are at odds with each other. As a result, in his eyes, I became an undercover agent."

"Ning Kuang, right?"

When Su Xiaoyu heard this, his temper grew, "I'm going to find him to see if he still wants to be the great elder. If he doesn't want to be the great elder, give up the position as soon as possible, so as not to fail here but fail!"

"No, I'm not that eager to be a core disciple for the time being."

Fang Qingyang waved his hand, he did not let Su Xiaoyu go to war for him.

Nowadays, the main thing is to keep a low profile.

You can't shine too early, otherwise you will be targeted by the Sky Fire Sect.

He decided to use this time to go home and take a look. The Fang family would definitely develop very quickly after moving back to their ancestral homeland.

"Don't worry, if you are bullied in the sect, report my name."

Su Xiaoyu waved his hand carelessly, "It's easy to cover you!"

"Thank you sister."

Fang Qingyang looked sincere, "I have to hold this thigh tightly."

"but......"

Su Xiaoyu's voice changed, "In a few days, there will be a core disciple selection competition. At that time, the sect will offer the core quota for the inner disciples to compete for. It will be very lively. Do you want to participate?"

"Is there still this matter?"

Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, "Then I will definitely participate, but in another way!"

He had already planned everything in his mind.

Ning Kuang, since you are unkind, don't blame me for doing something big.

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...

Not becoming a core disciple was just a small episode for Fang Qingyang, and it did not affect his mood at all.

On this day, he went out early and prepared to go back to his family.

He asked Fang Chen last night. Fang Chen was in seclusion and practicing hard, so he could only go home alone.

As soon as he left the sect, a disciple noticed him, and soon the news reached Zhao Long's ears through Chen Xiance.

"Is this kid going out on his own?"

Zhao Long smiled grimly. He had hired an assassin before but failed to do anything to Fang Qingyang. This time he decided to do it himself.

After being dismissed from his post by the Seventh Branch of Sword Tower, Zhao Long has always had hatred in his heart.

There's just nowhere to vent.

After Zuo He took charge, his strength continued to increase and he had already left Zhao Long far behind.

Therefore, Zhao Long was ready to vent all his anger on Fang Qingyang.

"This time, let's see if you survive."

Zhao Long's eyes were cold and sharp. He took out a magic sword from home. Wherever he pointed it, even the void condensed.

Zhao Long's own combat power has reached the eighth level of the Yuan Dan Realm, and he is only one step away from reaching the ninth level and entering the supernatural realm.

He originally wanted to reach the supernatural realm after becoming the president.

But who would have thought that the result would be unexpected.

It was Zuo He who was successfully promoted, not him.

"Fang Qingyang, I will leave you without a burial place."

Zhao Long brought over a tall horse. This horse was a supernatural beast. Although it could not fight, it ran very fast, and it seemed as if it was flying on land.

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...

Fang Qingyang took a flying boat home. There were only about ten people on the flying boat, and it was the off-season.

The person controlling the flying boat was a middle-aged man. He was grinning and chatting with everyone. He was obviously in a good mood.

"My daughter has been admitted to the Zihe Sect. After sending off this flying boat, I will tell my family the news and bring glory to our ancestors!"

The middle-aged man's face was full of ditches. Although he was also a Yuandan realm practitioner, he was not good at fighting. He spent a lot of his spiritual energy on controlling the flying boat to ensure a longer journey.

Fang Qingyang sat there and waited quietly. The flying boat was fast and could disembark halfway.

While passing through an uninhabited desert, Fang Qingyang suddenly noticed a danger. This was a precognitive ability that he had improved after practicing the Great Freedom Contemplation.

Fang Qingyang stood up suddenly, his face slightly cold.

He didn't know where this danger came from, he only knew...it seemed to be coming towards him!

Just when Fang Qingyang was about to say a reminder, an extremely bright and dazzling sword light came across and cut into Feizhou's body arbitrarily, splitting it in two!

"Creak."

The flying boat itself did not have many spiritual patterns on it, and it was used to pull people over long distances. When it was hit by the sword light, it didn't have much reaction time at all, and it disintegrated instantly.

Many people exclaimed that they had not reached the realm of supernatural powers and could not walk in the air.

Fang Qingyang's expression changed drastically. He glanced around and found a hill in front of him.

Without saying a word, Fang Qingyang jumped towards the hill.

As for the others, they did not have the ability like him. Most of them fell from the sky to the ground, bleeding from all their orifices, and fell to death on the spot. Some monks barely managed to save their lives, but their heads were cut off by the sword light. .

"Why kill innocent people!"

Fang Qingyang roared and looked fiercely at the source.

A figure walked slowly over, "Why, do you have any objections to me killing these ants?"

It's Zhao Long!

With a flick of his finger, another seven or eight rays of sword light flew out, accurately piercing each monk's face.

The middle-aged man driving the flying boat didn't even say a single unnecessary word before his head was penetrated and he died on the spot.

No one in the audience survived.

Zhao Long's pupils showed a trace of murderous intent, "Fang Qingyang, you are here too. You were so arrogant when you killed my son. Today it is finally my turn to do this to you!"

Fang Qingyang didn't say anything, but the flames in his eyes became more intense.

The hatred from his heart spurred the fighting power around him.

The Dragon Emperor Sword felt the call again and started to stir wildly.

The terrifying huge force moved outward, and the ground under Fang Qingyang's feet cracked and shattered, forming countless gaps that spread outward.

"Go to hell!"

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. Zhao Long had been waiting for this day for a long time.

The sword intent belonging to his great sword cultivator spread everywhere, and the frightening sword power like thunder swept across once again.

An afterimage flickered in the void, and Zhao Long was already coming to kill him with his magic sword.

Fang Qingyang did not dare to neglect, Zhao Long was definitely a very powerful opponent, and his combat power at the eighth level of the Yuan Dan Realm was the strongest he had ever encountered so far, and the terrifying oppression was increasing day by day.

"Creak."

Under this pressure, Fang Qingyang felt as if a mountain was hanging above his body. He had to move with difficulty, requiring ten times more energy than before.

This is how strong sword cultivators suppress weak sword cultivators.

Without saying anything else, release the sword intent first.

"boom!"

Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword instantly collided with Zhao Long's Magic Sword. The instant contact made Fang Qingyang's arms go weak and he was knocked back dozens of meters on the spot.

Even if he was physically strong, it would be difficult for him to withstand the opponent's impact.

The difference in realm is too far, which is difficult to make up for with physical strength and swordsmanship.

Fang Qingyang could only persist!

"Tsk tsk tsk."

The sword energy overflows and runs rampant.

Around the two of them, deep pits were dug out of the desert by the sword energy.

"Boom boom boom!"

Fang Qingyang's pupils were cold, and even though he was hit with heavy blows one after another, his body was still not shaken at all. He was like a tireless ferocious beast, biting the opponent crazily.

"Boy, your fierce fighting spirit is rare. It really makes me look down on you."

Zhao Long's killing intent was fierce, and seven cold stars floated around his body. It was his original Seven Cold Star sword technique.

Fang Qingyang clenched the Dragon Emperor Sword tightly with one hand, letting the sword's intention flow in his palm.

Coming!

Zhao Long came at him brazenly and stabbed Fang Qingyang's seven major acupoints with the Seven Cold Star Sword Technique at the same speed, using a tricky route.

Whenever you fail to catch a move, Zhao Long will focus all his energy on that move.

This is the ingenuity of the Qihanxing sword technique!

In the beginning, even Zuo He was seriously injured before he could be taken down.

Fang Qingyang knew how to crack the Seven Cold Star Sword Technique. Now that he had the Great Freedom Contemplation Method, it was even more powerful for him. While he activated the Great Freedom Contemplation Method, he carefully studied the route of the opponent's Seven Cold Star Sword Technique. On the other hand, he also used his own Combat power increased to the extreme.

"puff!"

In the first round, Fang Qingyang did not fight back.

He tried hard to dodge four of the sword energy, but was stabbed into the body by the other three.

Fortunately, Fang Qingyang has rough skin and thick flesh, and his physique is comparable to that of a body-training warrior. Even if he is injured, it still does not affect the flexibility of his body.

Shoulders, chest, under ribs.

Three bloody wounds appeared on Fang Qingyang's body, and the bones were clearly visible.

Zhao Long sneered, seemingly dismissive of Fang Qingyang's dodge.

"If you can dodge my swordsmanship so easily, it will be a waste of all these years of hard work."

Zhao Long released his hand again, the sword light filled the air, and turned into seven sword energy to kill Fang Qingyang.

Fang Qingyang still didn't fight back. In his world, everything had disappeared, leaving only the seven consecutive sword energies.

In fact, before this, Fang Qingyang had almost mastered all the various sword techniques he had learned, but he had not yet integrated them together.

This time, Fang Qingyang benefited a lot from observing through the concept of freedom.

‘So, these sword skills of mine can all be presented through seven different sword moves, so let’s call him...Seven God-shaped Swordsmanship! ’

Fang Qingyang's eyes flashed instantly.

"Puff!"

Two more swords pierced his chest, almost damaging his heart.

At this moment, Fang Qingyang was already bruised and covered in blood, looking very miserable.

"Boy, have you finally run out of tricks?"

Zhao Long grinned ferociously, and he even began to feel a sense of pleasure in hunting.

The next strike killed Fang Qingyang completely!

"Seven Divine Swords!"

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingyang's originally chaotic eyes suddenly became bright, and with a loud shout, he actually attacked in the opposite direction, step by step, and each sword contained a completely different sword intention.

He combined the various sword techniques he had learned together, and through the visualization and understanding of the Seven Cold Star sword techniques, he formed his own unique sword technique, the Seven Divine-Shaped Swordsmanship.

The first sword is like thunder.

The second sword is like an ocean wave.

The third sword is like a strong wind.

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Seven consecutive swords, all with completely different styles.

When combined, it becomes difficult to defend.

Zhao Long's pupils shrank. He was caught off guard and was defeated.