The Art of the Great Sword

The other party's words were clearly meant to humiliate Meng Huan.

Logically speaking, the outcome had not yet been finalized, but they were eager to expel Meng Huan from the group of four, and even did not allow him to sit in the spectator's seat that should have been given to him. It was really a bit too hasty.

Meng Huan laughed, he did not care what the three said, but reached out to take the chair and sat on it with his arms and legs folded.

"It's too early to expel me from the group of four."

Meng Huan said faintly, "My Dongchuan Academy has been established for so many years, and has gained countless honors in the Sword Dynasty. It could have competed with the Holy Land, but there are too many spineless people who are willing to work for them. No wonder it has been neither here nor there."

It's rude not to reciprocate!

Since the three of you humiliated me, I will naturally sneer back.

"Why, you attribute the decline of your East Court to the Holy Land's targeting?"

Duan Xiu sneered, "You think too highly of yourself. If it was in the past, it might have been possible. Now your East Court is just lingering on and may disappear at any time..."

"Okay, why waste your words with him."

Wei Wunian was complacent, "You should still pray that Fang Qingyang, whom you rely on, can survive a day in there! If he can't even survive a day, what can you use to keep the East Court?"

If it was in the past, Meng Huan might still be a little worried.

But now, he laughed loudly and looked calm.

Not long after Fang Qingyang entered, he destroyed the formation that restricted the East Court. It can be seen that he is sure to win.

In this case, what is there to worry about?

At this time, the scenes that can be watched on the thunder platform gradually opened, and the students of the other three colleges all showed mocking expressions, wanting to see the East Court's jokes.

In the Thunder Abyss, Fang Qingyang will definitely be targeted miserably.

As I said, he may not even survive a day!

As the scene in Leiyuan slowly appeared in front of everyone, many people concentrated and held their breath, and began to look forward to it.

"Hmm?"

Duan Xiu raised her eyebrows. She keenly discovered that the entrance to the East Courtyard had become a little different. The formation she led... had disappeared!

"Where is the formation?"

Duan Xiu couldn't help shouting, "Could it be that your East Courtyard used some shameful means to break the formation? Such blatant disregard for the rules is really worthy of death!"

"Formation?"

Meng Huan sneered, "You still have the nerve to mention the formation! You took advantage of the gap in my East Courtyard's talents and made a formation that restricts spiritual energy. Now this formation has been destroyed by my East Courtyard disciples. You actually have the nerve to say that we broke the rules?"

"Broken?"

Wei Wunian and Ba Man had cold eyes.

They looked at the direction where Fang Qingyang was.

After careful sensing, he did have the residual breath of the formation on him.

But the formation was so terrifying, how did he break it?

Everyone's face changed slightly.

In the past years, they relied on the formation to restrict the spiritual energy of the East Courtyard and evenly diverted the spiritual energy to the other three courts. Due to the rules, the East Courtyard could not do anything.

Today, they were actually freed from the shackles?

"Don't worry, it's just breaking the formation. There will be more good shows waiting for him later."

Wei Wunian sneered, he was still in his old body, not panicking at all.

The students of the three courts besieged Fang Qingyang, could they let him come out alive?

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In the Thunder Abyss.

After Fang Qingyang broke the formation, he strode forward.

The clear sky here is just an appearance. When the real thunder power comes, it will instantly turn into hell. The terrifying and raging thunder and lightning power fills the world and surrounds everything!

Being in thunder and lightning, every minute and every second is torture.

However, if you are a physical cultivator with a strong enough physique, you can also use thunder and lightning to sharpen yourself. This is complementary.

"Boom!"

A terrifying thunderclap sounded, and Fang Qingyang looked up. The originally cloudless sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the terrifying dark clouds enveloped everything.

The terrifying thunder turned into a thick thunder snake, streaking across the sky and striking straight at him.

Of course, Fang Qingyang was not the only one who had such treatment. All the students who entered this place were attacked by thunder at the same time.

Fang Qingyang did not draw out the Dragon Emperor Sword, but just raised his face and looked directly at the thunder.

He had no defense and let the thunder fall around him!

Feeling the energy exploding at that moment, Fang Qingyang's heart was extremely happy, as if he had drunk a pot of fine wine and it was emitting outwards.

The power of thunder was reluctant to leave, and it wrapped around Fang Qingyang's body, sizzling.

After Fang Qingyang tempered himself with this thunder power, he let out a slight sigh of comfort after the whole process was over.

It was indeed refreshing, but it was not enough!

Little did they know that Fang Qingyang's move directly shocked everyone outside.

"This...this kid, isn't he a sword cultivator?"

Someone exclaimed.

"Yes, how can a sword cultivator have such an exaggerated physique!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"Is this kid pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?"

A group of heated discussions came, and everyone couldn't believe why a sword cultivator had such a strong physique. That was comparable to the thunder of a strong man at the same level!

If it were someone else, who wouldn't be on high alert?

Use all means to defend against it?

In the end, he easily carried it with his physique!

The most shocked were the students of the North Academy. They were proud of their physique, but now they saw that there were sword cultivators with physiques that were not inferior to theirs, and they were annoyed for a while.

"He must have worn a body-protecting spiritual weapon in his body, otherwise he wouldn't be so relaxed!"

"Yes, it must be so!"

"It is extremely difficult for sword cultivators to grow up. If he still has the mind to take care of physical training, it's a pure joke!"

The students of the North Academy sneered.

However, the three elders on the stage did not think it was so simple.

"No wonder you are so confident, it turns out that he has also trained his physique!"

The face of the tyrant was fierce, and his huge body gave people a huge pressure even when he was sitting. He said word by word, "I have to say that you, Meng Huan, still have some vision, but you want to rely on him to change the current situation of your East Academy, it's a foolish dream!"

Even if they were shocked, it was only temporary.

They didn't believe how well Fang Qingyang could do!

That was the siege of more than ten students. Could he really break through the siege?

After Fang Qingyang endured this thunderbolt, he was ready to find a higher mountaintop to wait for the next thunderbolt. When he just climbed up the mountain, several figures flashed in the distance.

"He's there!"

Someone sneered, and then several figures rushed to the top of the mountain.

There were seven people in total, and Liang Jingyu was among them.

Fang Qingyang narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Liang Jingyu. The other party's face was a little pale, and he turned his head away quickly, not daring to look at Fang Qingyang.

The sense of oppression was so strong that his heart almost stopped beating.

Recalling the battle at the beginning, Liang Jingyu trembled more and more.

He analyzed it many times and finally came to a conclusion that the other party was crushing him with hard power, and he... lost without injustice!

"Fang Qingyang, it's a pity that your journey ends here."

The leading student grinned, "Let me come to the West Courtyard to send you off!"