The Art of the Great Sword

Zhang Shi couldn't bear the pressure, and with a flip of his wrist, the cicada-wing knife fell to the ground.

Everyone in the audience stared with eyes wide open, and even their breathing became a little short.

This cicada-wing knife is a spiritual weapon that Zhang Shi has used for many years. He has killed countless opponents and is very sharp.

However, today, this knife was directly... chopped into a curled blade!

Only one cut!

Everyone couldn't figure out how strong the physique must be to reach this level?

Many strong men took a breath, and they realized that Fang Qingyang was not only a sword cultivator, but also had a strong physique.

At least, Zhang Shi, who attacked fiercely, couldn't even break his defense!

"I, I don't accept it!"

Zhang Shi gritted his teeth and wanted to pick up the knife and continue to attack.

But Fang Qingyang's cold voice came, "Don't hold on, do you really have the strength to make another cut?"

This sentence directly broke the last straw for Zhang Shi.

"Puff."

Zhang Shi fell to the ground, twitching all over.

Fang Qingyang's punch shattered all his hopes on the spot.

The remaining terrifying force collided in his body, causing multiple meridians to be damaged.

Although he didn't die, he was crippled!

Immediately, several servants dragged Zhang Shi away. When they checked Zhang Shi's injuries, their faces suddenly changed, and their pupils shrank violently. They thought they had sensed it wrong.

After a long while, a servant trembled and said, "All the meridians in his body are crippled, and all his cultivation is lost!"

Yun Nian's face changed slightly.

Zhang Shi was one of the stronger suitors among her many suitors, but he was crippled by Fang Qingyang's punch!

Could it be that Fang Qingyang was really good?

"You are so cruel!"

Next to Zhang Shi, a friend of his shouted, "You actually crippled him, so cruel!"

"He laughed at my master the most before, so I will let him taste the taste of crippling."

Fang Qingyang put his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even use the Dragon Emperor Sword!

This battle was easily resolved!

The friend was very angry and was about to continue to speak for Zhang Shi. Xia Yan said lightly, "Since you dare to go on stage to accept the challenge, you should have thought of such a result. You are all young talents of my Dongchuan Academy. Don't you even have this responsibility?"

In one sentence, the final conclusion was made.

"The president is right. Before going up to challenge, you should think about all possible consequences."

Xia Yan's words triggered a discussion among the crowd.

You have accepted the challenge, but you haven't even thought about the consequences. Isn't that stupid?

Zhang Shi was carried down, and no one spoke up for him.

It's all because of his lack of ability!

"Let me do it."

Another teenager stood up with a sneer, "I don't believe it. How strong can a useless teacher teach a disciple!"

His name is Leng Chen, a new disciple of Yaochi Holy Land this year.

At the same time, he is also one of Yun Nian's pursuers!

Yun Nian has many suitors due to her superior family background, and many young men want to have a kiss with her and win her heart.

In addition, Yun Nian hates Fang Qingyang very much, which gives the suitors a lot of confidence.

If they can defeat him, they will definitely win the heart of the beauty.

"Leng Chen, this kid has a strong physique, just like a barbarian, you should be careful!"

Yun Nian reminded.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Leng Chen's eyes flickered, "In front of a sword cultivator, no matter how strong the physique is, it's useless! Look at me today... break his defense!"

As he said, he took the sword and went on stage.

The two sides were three meters apart.

The terrifying sword intent confronted each other and pressed madly towards each other.

"No matter how capable you are, within three swords, you will definitely be defeated!"

Leng Chen raised three fingers, full of confidence.

Fang Qingyang was too lazy to say a word to him.

"Swish!"

Leng Chen took the lead in launching an offensive, and the magic sword in his hand seemed to have vitality, with a sinister and tricky angle.

Although this assassination was launched from the front, it contained many small tricks.

It was hard to defend against!

Moreover, this attack was just a prelude.

There were still many tricks to be used in the future!

As long as Fang Qingyang dared to accept it, he would be pulled into his sword rhythm.

But Leng Chen overlooked one thing.

Did Fang Qingyang need to entangle with him more?

The two sides were not at the same level at all!

"Weak!"

Fang Qingyang didn't even look at it and swung his sword casually.

The Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art had reached the second level. The suppression brought by this level made Fang Qingyang infinitely close to a great sword cultivator.

At this level, dealing with Leng Chen, who was slightly higher than himself...

Wouldn't that be easy?

"Puff!"

Blood flew, and Leng Chen was chopped off by a sword.

His body rolled on the ground several times, and the blood dyed the ring red.

His so-called defense and airtight sword intent were like paper in Fang Qingyang's hands!

It collapsed at the touch!

There was a horrible wound visible to the naked eye on Leng Chen's chest, deep enough to see the bone, shocking.

The whole audience was silent.

A group of servants helped Leng Chen down and treated his wounds.

Fang Qingyang won again without any suspense!

"This kid..."

Even Tang Yueyue couldn't help but flash a strange light in her beautiful eyes.

She admitted that she underestimated him!

Regardless of the outcome, Fang Qingyang has already shown his attitude with two consecutive victories!

Fang Qingyang seemed a little impatient, because what he really wanted to challenge was not these rotten fish and shrimps.

So, he slowly raised his face and looked directly at Sikong Teng in the seat.

"Back then, my master lost to Prince Jiang. Today, my apprentice is here to fight for him."

Fang Qingyang said loudly, "Sikong Teng, you are one of the top five geniuses on the list, and you are also a famous super genius in Dongchuan City. You shouldn't refuse my challenge, right?"

"Wow!"

The whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at Fang Qingyang with shocked eyes, thinking that they heard wrongly.

Did he... just want to retreat and engage in a fierce battle with Sikong Teng?

Sikong Teng is different from others. He is a super genius and Prince Jiang’s new disciple!

Prince Jiang has a very high vision and easily refuses to accept disciples.

The reason why I accepted Sikong Teng was because his personal talent was really exaggerated.

At a young age, he has reached the level of great sword cultivator.

His level of achievement is beyond compare with his peers!

"You challenge me?"

Sikong Teng's eyes narrowed, he pointed at his nose and whispered, "Are you going to challenge me?"

"good."

Fang Qingyang stood on the stage, holding the Dragon Emperor Sword.

At this moment, he seemed to be surrounded by many auras.

Today, he wants to rectify his master's name!

And the best way to clear his name is to pick out the person with the most talent on the court!

Sikong Teng nodded slightly, "Perhaps you don't understand my realm. I am at the seventh level of Yuan Dan realm, and I am a great sword cultivator... What you and I practice are both swordsmanship. Great sword cultivator is the essence of sword cultivation." If you are crushed, how can you fight with me?"

Others also said, "Yes, they are not on the same level at all!"

"Fang Qingyang, just stop it when you're ready!"

"You have won two games in a row. You are dazzling enough. There is no need to have your head broken in front of Sikong Teng!"

Even Tang Yueyue felt that Fang Qingyang's move was too risky.

He definitely couldn't be Sikong Teng's opponent!

The opponent is in Dongchuan City, and there are few opponents!

He is also an extremely dazzling shining star among the younger generation!

Otherwise, why would Prince Jiang choose him?

Prince Jiang has three apprentices in total. The first two are already dragons among men and have great reputations. Looking at the entire Sword Dynasty, they enjoy endless fame.

Sikong Teng is the third one. According to the trajectory of the two senior brothers, his subsequent development will definitely not be weaker than others!

Fang Qingyang wanted to challenge Sikong Teng, but it was too reluctant.

"Everyone thinks I'm not good, so I want to learn from you!"

Fang Qingyang cupped his hand, and the cold light of the Dragon Emperor's sword passed by, his eyes becoming sharper.

"It's not that I don't want to fight, it's just that my realm and swordsmanship are superior to yours. Even if I win, you will be regarded as a loser!"

Sikong Teng stood up slowly, a hint of indifference flashing across his handsome face.

"As a disciple, I heard you guys humiliate my master before, so I thought you were all pretty good..."

"Now that I have personally learned the lesson, I find that they are just a bunch of chickens and dogs! Their weak strength makes me laugh... I am surprised and puzzled. You shamelessly humiliate my teacher and say that my teacher is a waste and I am also a waste." , but the juniors you have trained only have this little strength, who is this a slap in the face? "

Fang Qingyang did not directly answer Sikong Teng's words. Instead, he turned his plain words into a loud slap in the face of everyone present.

You call me trash!

I don't deny it!

But the facts prove that you are worse than a piece of trash!

The young man stood on the high platform, with a frivolous look in his eyes.

Every word he said went straight to his heart.

Fang Qingyang is not arrogant, but in order to clear Old Man Ye's name, he must become arrogant.

He is not arrogant, but he must be arrogant at this moment!

Everyone was indignant and trembling, but they couldn't say a word.

"today!"

Fang Qingyang shouted loudly, and his emotions increased again, "Ye Qingcang's disciple Fang Qingyang, challenge Prince Jiang's disciple Sikong Teng! Who is the waste, after a battle, there will naturally be a conclusion!"

"Sikong Teng! Let's fight!"

His words were so powerful and inspiring!

The atmosphere had reached this point, and even if Sikong Teng wanted to shirk, he had no choice but to accept the challenge.

"good."

Sikong Teng's answer was simple and direct.

His figure leaped onto the high platform in one step, his aura bloomed, and his sword light soared into the sky!

"hiss."

Many people were shocked by Sikong Teng's aura and took a step back.

"It's too strong. Sikong Teng must be the embodiment of sword intent!"

"As expected of a great swordsman who is only twenty years old!"

"It's scary! It's really scary!"

There were many sword cultivators in the field, and their fear of Sikong Teng was genuine.

No one thinks Fang Qingyang can win!

Even if there is no competition, the outcome has already been decided!

"Sikong Teng, great sword cultivator, seventh level of Yuan Dan realm."

Sikong Teng looked indifferent, "Regardless of your level, talent or combat power, I will completely crush you. Logically speaking, I shouldn't take action, but you are too arrogant and arrogant, and you actually dare to say something to humiliate all the geniuses in the field! If I don't follow you If we care about it, won’t we make others laugh at us?”