"There are only two spots left in the core disciple selection competition. The best ones will take the spots. Who will go first?" At this time, Ning Kuang stood up to host the competition. "According to the rules, the inner disciples who want to compete for the position of core disciples should stand up first and compete in pairs. In the end, two people will be selected to challenge the core disciples respectively. If they can tie, they will be qualified to become the core." As soon as these words came out, the inner disciples exploded. Everyone was ready to fight and walked onto the stage. A total of... eight people! Fang Qingyang was naturally among them! At the same time, there was Fang Chen! Eight people competed for the last two spots, and they needed to compete in two games. Eight to four, four to two. Fang Qingyang looked around the venue, trying to find Su Xiaoyu.
But he couldn't find her. He felt a little regretful. He wanted to show off in front of Su Xiaoyu. Afterwards, Fang Qingyang looked at Fang Chen who was walking side by side and gave him an encouraging look. Fang Chen understood and waved his fist to show that he was ready. "Fang Qingyang!" At this time, a cold shout came from the venue, "You just won the first place in the three sects trial, and you are in the limelight. This time I come to challenge you to see if your strength is as strong as the legend!" Directly challenge. This is an older disciple of the inner sect, and he is also one of Chen Xian Ce's brothers. Song Ting! Song Ting walked onto the stage with a sneer, casually swung the magic sword in his hand, and pieces of sword flowers surged. "Hiss, sword intent!" Someone in the audience exclaimed, "Song Ting... when did he become a sword cultivator?" "He was in seclusion for a full six months some time ago, and he didn't even participate in the three sects trial. Did he break through in seclusion?" "Sword cultivator, and a sword cultivator of the fifth level of Yuandan realm, how can Fang Qingyang beat him!" Many inner sect disciples spoke up. Most of them had never seen Fang Qingyang take action. So, after sensing that Song Ting was promoted to a sword cultivator, they were all optimistic about Song Ting. After becoming a sword cultivator, Song Ting definitely has the strength of a core disciple! There are two places, and one of them will most likely be him!
Chen Xian Ce showed a cold smile. He knew about Zhao Long's death, but he didn't care. Zhao Long had too many enemies, and he might have been killed by someone. As for Fang Qingyang... To be honest, Chen Xian Ce didn't think in that direction at all. What if Fang Qingyang killed Zhao Long? Nonsense! With his ability, it's impossible. Song Ting took action with Chen Xian Ce's instruction. It would be best to kill Fang Qingyang in a duel in a reasonable way! "Okay, I'll play with you." Fang Qingyang grinned. Since entering Zihe Sect, he has been keeping a low profile. Except for taking the first place in the three sects' trial and slapping Tianhuo Sect in the face, he has never shown his edge again. Even the reputation of passing the Xuanlong Tower, the true dragon vision, and the thirty-foot spiritual energy infusion were given to Su Xiaoyu. However, the more so, the more unscrupulous they became. You all think I'm easy to bully, right? Then I, Fang Qingyang, won't pretend. I want to truly show my talent in this battle! Fang Qingyang had thought deeply about this. If he fully revealed his talent, it would definitely attract the attention of the Tianhuo Sect. They will definitely target him more than before! But the Zihe Sect will protect him! As long as the Zihe Sect can hold on for another two years, he can definitely grow to the point where he can carry the Tianhuo Sect alone! "Swish!" Song Ting swung the magic sword in front of him, and the sharp aura exploded. Countless sword energy rushed towards Fang Qingyang under his influence, like a dragon playing in the water, and the sword light disappeared in an instant! Many disciples in the audience exclaimed. As soon as Song Ting came up, he sacrificed his best dragon sword technique. He obviously wanted to fight to the death with the opponent! Fang Qingyang stood there calmly. He was not surprised that Song Ting became a sword cultivator. He was one of the best inner sect geniuses in the sect, and his strongest point was the fifth style of Jiaolong Sword Technique! It must be said that Song Ting's comprehension was amazing. He improved on the original Jiaolong Sword Technique and increased the attack power of the fifth style by 30%.
Few people can survive his fifth style! This time, Fang Qingyang was ready to try. "Bang!" The sword energy came horizontally, like a mountain suppressing. Fang Qingyang had a blank expression on his face. The Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand could no longer be restrained. While the sword rang, he directly collided with the opponent's sword light. The two completely different swords collided with each other, and the terrifying aura surged outward. "Puff puff puff!" The terrible aura was bred at this moment, and unimaginable murderous intent bloomed from Song Ting. His pupils shone with a cold light, "Boy, you are indeed much stronger than I thought, but my Jiaolong Sword Technique has a total of styles. I wonder which style you can receive?" As soon as the voice fell, Song Ting shook the magic sword in his hand violently, and the terrifying sword intent was like a dragon going out to sea, spreading outward. The distance was so close that it was crossed on the spot by the sword energy. If the magic sword in Song Ting's hand was a dragon, then the sword energy surrounding the magic sword was like a wave accompanying the dragon, rushing towards Fang Qingyang's neck and face. Every move was murderous! Fang Qingyang sneered, and his eyes were instantly filled with coldness. He took back the Dragon Emperor Sword and held it horizontally in front of him. With a seemingly understated action, he once again blocked the opponent's sword light! Song Ting narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Not bad." It seemed like a compliment, but in fact it was more murderous. "puff!" The magic sword sank smoothly, and the tip of the sword pointed at Fang Qingyang's chest. This time Fang Qingyang did not dodge, he allowed the sword to strike. ‘This boy is looking for death. ’ Song Ting was overjoyed, and his wrist suddenly exerted force, trying to kill him with a fatal blow. As a result, the magic sword suddenly bent when it hit Fang Qingyang's chest, and then was bounced away by a terrifying force. This was an outcome that no one expected. The magic sword actually failed to hurt this kid at all? "Three moves." Fang Qingyang chuckled lightly, in an understatement. "Who gave you the courage to continue provoking me!" Song Ting was furious. The other party really didn't know how to live or die. He knew that his realm was so far behind him, but he still dared to be so arrogant. Off stage.
Huo An looked surprised, "Fang Qingyang is also a sword cultivator. When did he achieve it? I have never heard anyone mention it. Could it be that this kid has been hiding himself?" "It's normal." Ning Kuang chuckled and reached out to stroke his beard, "He must have some abilities. I heard that when he was in Tianhuo Sect, his talent was close to that of a sword cultivator. Now that he has resumed his practice, it is not difficult to break into the sword cultivator." Huo An looked eager. After all, his sect had another sword cultivator. Every sword cultivator is a treasure for the future of the sect. The three major sects of the Great Zhou Dynasty all exhausted their efforts to recruit sword cultivators. But it is obvious that the Tianhuo Sect has taken over most of the sword cultivators in the Great Zhou Dynasty by virtue of its profound foundation. Purple River Sect and Baiyu Sect have actually been worried about the number of sword cultivators. "In this battle, we must value peace and not fight among ourselves." Huo An smiled brightly and nodded slightly, setting the tone for this battle. Not far away, Chen Xiance's eyes turned cold. Is peace the most important thing? He never expected this! He just wants Fang Qingyang to die without a burial place! With Song Ting's strength, there is not much problem in dealing with Fang Qingyang, as the two sides are not on the same level. It's best to deal with him in a duel! "The fourth form." Song Ting felt that he was losing face. Why could he not be able to defeat the opponent at the fifth level of Yuan Dan Realm? Therefore, the fourth form of Jiaolong Sword Technique is released! The air was filled with harsh and majestic air waves, and the terrifying sword intent condensed forward from all directions, turning into a sudden and sudden giant, pointing directly at Fang Qing's eyebrows, not giving him any chance to fight back. However, Song Ting thought Fang Qingyang was too simple. His set of swordsmanship can indeed suppress many monks who are not as strong as himself. But when facing Shang Qingyang, he could easily realize that the method of crushing other monks was not effective here. The swordsmanship that Fang Qingyang is proficient in is unfathomable. "Bang!" With a soft sound, the Dragon Emperor Sword in Fang Qingyang's hand cleverly pressed on the back of Song Ting's hand before he started. No matter how hard Song Ting tried, he couldn't lift his hand. It's like the life gate is stuck.
"Come on, quickly perform the fifth form." Fang Qingyang smiled lightly, "I hope your strength is worthy of your name." This sentence poured into Song Ting's mind, causing him to lose his mind in an instant. He deserves to be killed for humiliating himself like this! "Okay, this is you seeking death. Don't blame me for being cruel." Song Ting shouted loudly, his sword intent gathered crazily, and a phantom of a dragon appeared behind him. With the blessing of the dragon's phantom, he suddenly exerted force and shook Fang Qingyang away. Then he raised his hand and pointed, and the dragon attached to his arm from behind. "Bring your sword to tattoo Qingyun!" "puff!" With one sword shot, the dragon's shadow transformed into a second sword as it rushed forward. There are two sword shadows stabbing at the same time. The key point is that these two sword shadows are very sharp. No matter which side they face alone, they are bound to be penetrated by the other hard one. This exquisite swordsmanship attracted cheers from the onlookers. Many disciples were shocked and amazed. "As expected of Senior Brother Song!" "The strength gap is here, Fang Qingyang can't make a comeback." "He won the first place in three trials. It was pure luck." Many disciples spoke one after another. It can be heard that these people are optimistic about Song Ting. Fang Qingyang shook his head, "The prestigious fifth style only has this ability, which is really disappointing." The next moment, he raised his sword and struck. Originally, Fang Qingyang wanted to use the Divine Seven Swords to compete with the opponent, but now it seems that there is no use for it at all. With this strike of his sword, he had already understood all the weaknesses of the opponent. "Puff!" Song Ting's fifth form of the Dragon Sword Technique was still at its peak, and when it was invincible, it came to an abrupt end. Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword swept everything with a tyrannical attitude, instantly knocking Song Ting's Magic Sword away. "brush." Fang Qingyang closed his hands and stood with his sword behind his back.
"Next time, before you are used as a weapon, use your brain first." He sneered, "For the sake of my fellow clansmen, I won't kill you this time!"