Jiang Ding expressed his stance. It was tantamount to completely suppressing the matter. He had to express his position. If Murong Jiu started to care about him, he might find out that he was behind the scenes. As for Su Zhe, it was indeed a pity, but there was nothing we could do. He is dead! Now, it doesn't matter whether Su Zhe dies or not. What's important is that sword that Fang Qingyang struck earlier! Just after he was pierced by Su Zhe, he suddenly sheathed his sword and killed... In such a short period of time, his sword actually took the prototype of that perfect shot. This is terrible. How did he realize this? It's like two people fighting each other. One person has just used a unique move to defeat the enemy, but the other party has learned the essence of your move in the next move. How can people not be shocked?
Jiang Ding was silent for a long time, unable to figure out the reason. In the end, he had to admit that maybe Fang Qingyang was born to be a swordsman! "Fang Qingyang wins." The referee took a deep breath and announced the result. After Fang Qingyang glanced at him, he turned around and walked off the ring. There were so many scenes, but he chose a dark one that had little impact on Su Zhe's combat power. If there was nothing fishy about it, he would not believe it. However, this turned out to be a good thing. Su Zhe's perfect shot was learned by him. Although he is not perfect now, he will have more time to hone it in the future. The moment Fang Qingyang stepped off the ring, various cheers came from around him. "He actually reached such a height!" Yun Pengfei trembled all over. He had fought against Su Zhe and ended in a disastrous defeat. As a result, Fang Qingyang killed Su Zhe under such unfavorable circumstances. He felt that there was no need to continue his revenge plan. If you continue to get entangled, you will be the next to die! "So strong, even Su Zhe is no match." Tang Yueyue's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange light, which was indeed something she had never expected. In her estimation, Fang Qingyang will eventually rank in the top five, but that's it. The competition for the top three is too fierce. Su Zhe and Sikong Teng are both prestigious talents. As a result, he killed Su Zhe and made it into the top five! Although he is ranked in the top five, even if he is ranked directly in the top three, no one has any objections. If you don't agree, why don't you go and try against Su Zhe? "If this kid is not eliminated, he will become a big problem." Sikong Teng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes fierce.
He is Ye Qingcang's apprentice, and he is the opposite of himself. Sikong Teng never thought that one of his defeated generals, a crippled apprentice, could actually reach this point! It's indeed not easy, but...it's time to stop here. ‘Second Branch, you bet is not wrong. ’ Xia Yan smiled. Now he was looking forward to Fang Qingyang's subsequent matches more and more. The battle with Sikong Teng would completely establish his reputation. Regardless of victory or defeat, the entire Sword Dynasty will praise his name! "How's the injury?" After Fang Qingyang returned to his seat, Meng Huan asked with concern, "There is a pill here. Take it first." "Thank you, elder." Fang Qingyang smiled, swallowed the elixir into his mouth, adjusted the warm current to wash over himself, and recovered from the gunshot wound on his chest, "The wound doesn't hurt, I'm used to it, but the feeling of being penetrated through the body instantly is a bit uncomfortable!" "No one can dodge his shot. It's almost perfect!" Meng Huan sighed, "Although you didn't escape, you persisted with your strong physique and were able to fight back. This was something he didn't expect. That's why he didn't even have time to say the word 'admit defeat'" ” "A nearly perfect shot, yes, it is indeed perfect." Fang Qingyang murmured. His heart moved slightly, and a strong desire drove him, "Elder, I'm a little sleepy. Let's take a rest." Before Meng Huan could nod, his consciousness sank directly into the Dragon Emperor Sword. The space inside the sword. The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and said with a faint smile, "How did you feel about that shot?" "Master, I want to know why that shot is so powerful!" Fang Qingyang's face was full of desire for knowledge. One shot and put yourself in a dilemma! I still remember that at that time, no matter how I deduced it in my mind, the sense of crisis in my heart never weakened. This was a feeling in the dark, and it was the instinctive avoidance of danger as a monk. It was as if everything was as expected with his shot! Is it because it touches the edge of the rules? The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Predicting other people's next moves is a manifestation of his strong mental power. He has raised his insight to the extreme. He has predicted all the enemy's trajectories and moves in advance, so with one shot, At least take into account the seven steps of other people’s subsequent responses.” "Monks will overly believe in their premonitions of the crisis during battle and will use instinct to dodge. But with a perfect shot, all your predictions will be predicted by the opponent, just like a headless fly, you don't even know how to fly. Where to fly!" "So, what seems to be a simple and direct shot actually hides a variety of turbulence. This is indeed touching the edge of some rules, but it is far from the real rules!" "Once a shot is fired, the time is short. When you don't know where to dodge and are struggling back and forth, you have already been shot. This is why you failed to escape."
Under the middle-aged man's explanation, Fang Qingyang suddenly understood. He suddenly raised his hand and said excitedly, "Thank you, Master, for analyzing all this!" After figuring out the principle, Fang Qingyang couldn't wait to start practicing. He held the Dragon Emperor Sword and slashed forward again and again. Every time he slashed, he tried to use his mental power to deduce the direction and position where the enemy might dodge. Soon, Fang Qingyang entered the state of the ring again. "Take one step and look at five steps?" He realized his current limit. It was slightly worse than the perfect shot, but he could also calculate all the actions of the opponent within five steps. He had just realized it and could reach this level. His talent was absolutely exaggerated. "Not enough, not enough!" Fang Qingyang shook his head. He had his own pride. Even Su Zhe could look at seven steps in one step. Why could he only look at five steps? He continued to swing the sword. He was determined to practice the sword to the pinnacle! The sword to kill the gods was originally an emperor-level martial art. As the understanding deepened, the power would only become stronger and stronger. In fact, what Fang Qingyang didn't know was that the reason why Su Zhe could take one step and look seven steps ahead was because he injected his own blood into this shot, which consumed a lot of energy. In theory, he has easily surpassed Su Zhe! But Fang Qingyang seemed to be tireless, practicing slashing again and again. He had his own pride, pride in his bones. Since he wanted to practice, he had to be the strongest! "This kid..." Not far away, the middle-aged man showed an admiring smile on his face, "This determination to never give up is indeed a necessary factor to become a strong man, just like... the master back then!"
