The Art of the Great Sword

All I can say is, what are you afraid of?

Just when the West Campus and the North Campus were worried that their students would follow suit, these two waves of students actually rushed towards Fang Qingyang.

"You think we can't find you by hiding on top of the mountain?"

One of them sneered, "Boy, either you leave here obediently, or there is only a dead end waiting for you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced around and saw the bodies of six West Campus students.

I swallowed all the words that followed.

"These people..."

His scalp was numb and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Oh, they wanted to kill me, but I killed them all in the end."

Fang Qingyang said calmly, "Are your North and South courtyards going to target me too?"

The pupils of the student from the South School shrank violently. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his mind. Then he forced out a smile and said, "That's not true. I just came to say hello to you!"

"Yes, we are relieved to see that you are okay."

The North Campus student was tall and powerful, but at this moment, he displayed his flattery to the fullest.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

Fang Qing waved his hand, not bothering to talk nonsense to this group of people.

"Yes! Yes!"

These students walked away without saying a word.

The whole army in the West Courtyard has been wiped out, and it seems that Fang Qingyang was not injured at all. Under such circumstances, who dares to continue fighting with him? Isn't this looking for death?

After driving away these two waves of people, Fang Qingyang sat on the top of the mountain with peace of mind and started practicing cross-legged.

"boom!"

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the second terrifying thunder struck down again, hitting Fang Qingyang's head hard, but like the first time, he still had no reaction.

It wasn't until his physical strength completely digested the thunder that Fang Qingyang slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

happy!

Relying on thunder to sharpen yourself is indeed a shortcut.

On the thunder platform.

Ba Man and Duan Xiu had ugly expressions on their faces. They never expected that the students in their own courtyard would run away without even taking action.

Their moods were somewhat complicated. On the one hand, they were secretly happy that they had no losses; on the other hand, they were annoyed that they had lost face.

"Next, it's time to enter a fair competition."

Meng Huan chuckled.

You must know that he was not allowed to sit down before the three of them!

Not even being allowed to sit down, how contemptuous and condescending is that?

It all turned out to be a resounding slap in the face.

The three people's faces were ashen, especially Wei Wunian, who was shaking with anger.

This year, his new life has been almost completely wiped out!

Only one deserter, Liang Jingyu, was left!

Compared with Wei Wunian, although Baman and Duan Xiu felt unhappy, their moods were slightly relieved. As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist. In real terms, isn't Wei Wunian much worse than himself?

"Don't get too proud too soon."

In order to save his face, Wei Wunian gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Qingyang fought a battle before, which consumed a lot of money. If he cannot persist in the thunder abyss for seven days, he will naturally not be recognized by us!"

As soon as the words came out, the surroundings became quieter.

Wei Wunian also realized that he was a little reckless.

He is a great swordsman!

In the entire Sword Dynasty, he is a genius with countless names!

As a result, you said that people consume too much and may not be able to last for seven days?

Isn't this nonsense?

It's nothing more than trying to maintain a face that doesn't exist after suffering a blow.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see Wei Wunian's strong support.

"Hahaha, let's wait and see."

"Let's see if we can survive seven days!"

"Seven days? Seven days is nothing, at least fifteen days!"

Many students in the East Campus are excited. Every word you and I have is thinking about the future.

The students in the other three colleges were on pins and needles and felt uncomfortable all over.

They used to mock Dongyuan like this, but now it was reversed and it fell on them, and they immediately realized what pain was.

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Within the thunder abyss.

Fang Qingyang didn't know what was going on outside. He was focused on facing Thunder at the moment.

Time soon came to the second day, and the thunder he endured every day was at least 30% stronger than yesterday. Every thunder strike was accompanied by a terrifying aura, which was terrifying.

However, this level of thunder is nothing to Fang Qingyang.

He still didn't take action and just relied on his own physical strength to carry it through.

The third day.

The fourth day.

Day five.

The thunder became more terrifying day by day, and the force caused caused the heaven and earth to collapse. Only the mountain top where Fang Qingyang was standing was still strong.

Time has entered the sixth day, and the power has increased several times compared to the first day.

Moreover, the thunder also transformed from a simple one or two to a terrifying thunder storm, lingering around Fang Qingyang, directly covering a distance of tens of meters.

Fang Qingyang raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

He has already activated the idea of ​​great freedom to comprehend the thunder and storm.

On the sixth day, more than half of the students in North and South Campuses had been eliminated. They didn't dare to raise their heads after going out. After all, the experience inside was too humiliating.

Duan Xiu and Baman looked very ugly.

They realize that their plan may be ruined!

The time has come for the seventh day!

In the huge thunder abyss, only five people were still holding on.

Only halfway through the seventh day, two more people were defeated. They could not bear the thunder and storm and left Leiyuan.

Only three people were left in the field!

Time finally came to the eighth day!

The three elders closed their eyes at the same time, and the corners of their mouths could not help twitching.

A plan that had been maintained for many years was completely broken because of Fang Qingyang's arrival!

They trembled all over and gritted their teeth.

The East Court cheered.

The last reason of the other three courts was to clear Fang Qingyang out, take back the token, and drive him out of the East Court before he could hold out for seven days.

As a result, he really held out.

On the eighth day, another person was defeated.

Only Fang Qingyang and a student from the North Court were left in the field.

This student still couldn't hold out until the ninth day.

When he walked out, he was covered with wounds. When he was surprised to check his results, he saw that there was still a figure holding on in the picture!

"Fang Qingyang!"

His pupils contracted, and he was scared.

Fortunately, he did not attack him, but escaped temporarily, otherwise his fate would be the same as those students in the West Court.

The tenth day!

The thunderstorm became more and more terrifying, and it even stirred up a terrible underground fire under Fang Qingyang's feet. Under the intense burning, Fang Qingyang still maintained his self.

He had not yet used the sword intent, and everything depended on his body.

In other words, it was far from enough!

"Broken... Broken."

A student in the North Courtyard trembled all over, "Fang Qingyang has broken the record held by Senior Brother Fan, and at the same time... it is also the highest record in the history of our Dongchuan Academy!"

After this, everyone was silent.

Especially Baman, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"Nonsense."

Meng Huan stood up suddenly, his eyes were cold, and he said word by word, "The highest record was Fang Xuanxiao's thirty days back then! The rest of the latecomers can't even compare to him, and even can't even reach half of his record!"