Fang Qingyang smiled. What a high-sounding excuse! If you accept the challenge, accept the challenge. I am challenging you! But you have to pretend to be so reluctant, who are you showing this to? "Well said!" "On behalf of us, teach him a lesson!" "A boy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, but is arrogant even if he has some talent!" "Brother Sikong, let him realize the gap in strength between him and you!" Sikong Teng's words fell into the audience, causing everyone to cheer. No one wants to see Fang Qingyang leave arrogantly!
He must lose! Must...fail miserably! Only in this way can outsiders not think that none of them are the enemy of Yihe! I have to say that this group of noble descendants are still very united. They all had a share in ridiculing Ye Qingcang before, so naturally they both prospered and suffered losses! Xia Yan stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and waved his big hand, "Serve the wine." The servant immediately picked up the wine jar and poured him a few glasses. Xia Yan drank down the wine with great interest, "Today I witnessed the fight between the disciples of Ye Qingcang and Jiang Ding, which can be regarded as a big gift for me to celebrate my birthday." Everyone quickly agreed, "This battle will definitely be exciting!" "brush!" When the battle began, Sikong Teng did not hesitate at all, and the aura unique to the great sword cultivator was clearly revealed. The next moment, he flew up like an eagle spreading its wings and stabbed Fang Qingyang straight with his magic sword. The sword light sliced vertically through the void, forming an exaggerated and heart-rending force visible to the naked eye. No matter who it is, when facing this terrifying method, they will immediately feel fear in their hearts. But Fang Qingyang faced him with his sword. He did not choose to confront Sikong Teng head-on. Instead, he used his simple and superb swordsmanship to gather from the outside and continuously and meticulously disrupted the sword's offensive from the edges. Sikong Teng's aura was condensed and thick. It seemed like a simple sword strike, but it was not that easy to take. Fang Qingyang was fully prepared from the beginning. He used the advantage of the Great Wild God Sword Technique to continuously weaken the opponent. When the strength of the two sides was almost the same, a sword light suddenly passed by, instantly penetrating the opponent's sword energy! All this happened in a flash of lightning. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a collision between the swords of both sides. Only those who truly know all this can understand how many confrontations took place in this short period of time!
Xia Yan sat up straight, a flash of surprise in his eyes. This kid seems to be more sharp-edged than he imagined! Interesting indeed! Ye Qingcang's vision was correct after all. A confrontation is far from reflecting the true combat power of both sides. Sikong Teng took action again, "Come, let me experience your Qingcang sword technique!" He was aggressive, his sword was brilliant, and he was wreaking havoc on the surroundings. The roar caused by the sword energy was deafening. "Condensation!" Sikong Teng took the initiative to attack, grabbing the air with his left hand and integrating the endless thunder into his palm. Immediately afterwards, thunder gathered in his left hand and passed over the magic sword in his right hand, as if forming a terrifying blessing. A sword energy containing lightning slashed out instantly! Fang Qingyang was not afraid at all and allowed the branch of lightning to fall on him. "boom!" The lightning was like an exploding pool of water, swallowing Fang Qingyang on the spot. "it's over?" Some people looked grim. The sense of oppression was too strong, and the arrogant Fang Qingyang was suppressed with two swords. As expected of a disciple valued by Prince Jiang! The methods displayed are far higher than this level. As a result, a sword pierced out from the lightning. "Pfft!" The lightning was torn apart, and a figure stepped forward. Fang Qingyang was holding the Dragon Emperor Sword, his eyes were cold, and his whole body was like a sharp sword. The Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand seemed to sense Fang Qingyang's fighting intent, and it kept clanging. The next moment, the sword light fiercely charged forward! "Seven Divine Swords!" Fang Qingyang displayed the Seven Divine Swords, his body shape constantly changing, forming a large number of phantoms.
Fast and fast! Everyone took a deep breath and realized that Fang Qingyang was not defeated. The real battle has just begun! Sikong Teng and Fang Qingyang fought hand to hand, their swords flickering back and forth, increasing their speed to the extreme. "Bang!" "Bang!" The sound of jingo and jingge kept coming. Sikong Teng was a little frightened. The sword move that he thought he could take easily brought him endless pressure. Every time I took it forcefully, my wrists were sore from the shock. After the Seven Divine Swords, Sikong Teng thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, but Fang Qingyang took advantage of the situation and struck out with another sword! The sword intent condensed in this sword is more terrifying than before, and the vast edge kills in anger. Seeing this sword coming, Sikong Teng felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He struck straight with the magic sword in his hand, and the one who struck first came first. He finally used the sword intent of the Great Sword Cultivator level! As soon as the sword intention belonging to the great sword cultivator came out, the situation on the field changed drastically. Even if Fang Qingyang's swordsmanship is better, there is still a gap in swordsmanship. The difference between sword cultivators and great sword cultivators is visible to the naked eye! The two sword lights collided together, and even if it was an attack of the level of killing a god with one sword, it was still penetrated on the spot despite being crushed by the sword intent. Sikong Teng followed up and formed a seal with one hand. At the same time, he raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Sword cultivator, every seemingly subtle level is very different. You are the only one who wants to fight me, but you don't expect that I can kill you directly with this move." Got you!" The breath passed by majestically, and the breath condensed by Sikong Teng's single hand spread its wings and flew high, turning into a fiery red bird. The big bird was like a red lightning, and it shuttled out in an instant and could not be caught. "Fast!" This was the first impression in everyone's mind. Sikong Teng had too many tricks, and Fang Qingyang could not bear any of them. "How can Fang Qingyang block such a fast sword?" "This is one of Lord Jiang's killer moves, the flaming bird hits the air!" "Hiss, even Lord Jiang's tricks have been learned." "The winner is decided!" Everyone looked at each other, and they had a definite answer in their hearts.
"Interesting, the master was defeated by this trick back then, and now the apprentice..." The pressure brought by this sword hit everyone's heart. Even if they were dozens of meters away, they could still perceive the terrifying power contained in the sword light. The sharp breath that came to their faces made people unable to open their eyes! They didn't understand why Fang Qingyang could block this sword! The same terrifying sword intent stimulated Fang Qingyang's whole body, making him exude an extreme fighting spirit from the inside out. Lord Jiang's killer move, the flaming bird hits the sky? Fang Qingyang asked Old Man Ye about the story in the past. The result of that battle was that the flaming bird hit the sky and defeated the sky-wide sword fire! Ye Qingcang was defeated, defeated by Jiang Ding! Now, after so many years, the disciples of both sides finally started a decisive battle. As if by coincidence, in the decisive battle, Sikong Teng used this move again. Fang Qingyang's pupils flashed a light, and he raised his hand to regain control of the Dragon Emperor Sword. At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind, no matter what, he had to fight the opponent head-on! And he was using... the sky-wide sword fire to fight him! Back then, Old Man Ye was defeated by this move, and now it's my turn to deal with it... With the lessons learned from the past, I won't repeat the same mistakes! Fang Qingyang used the previous deduction of Qingcang's swordsmanship to quickly understand the sky-wide sword fire. "Boom!" The terrifying sword light turned into brilliant flames, shooting outward from Fang Qingyang's body in an instant, suddenly piercing through the world. Under Fang Qingyang's control, the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand began to expand outward, forming a huge flaming giant sword. He raised his foot and stepped over the ground, as if he had turned into an arrow and soared into the sky, holding the flaming giant sword and slashing heavily at the opponent's condensed fire bird. "We met again!" "From the momentum, I can't imagine how Sikong Teng lost." "His master was defeated by Prince Jiang back then, and now even he is going to be defeated." "What kind of master is what kind of disciple, inexplicably confident, ridiculous!" All kinds of discussions came. Under the eyes of everyone, the two killer moves collided. This represents not only the hatred between the two, but also the bond of the older generation. Fang Qingyang's pupils revealed a strong desire to fight, and he would rather die than lose this battle! With a strong will and conviction, he held the giant sword and fiercely penetrated the body of the flaming bird. The flaming bird with its wings spread out was as fragile as a piece of white paper at this moment, and was easily torn apart by him.
"What?" Everyone was shocked. Why is this different from what they imagined? In terms of power, Sikong Teng is obviously better! He should have easily crushed the opponent! Even Sikong Teng himself was dumbfounded. Master's move of the flaming bird hitting the air, he didn't say that he had reached the pinnacle, but he had already mastered it. He had used it many times and killed many strong men. Why was the result like this? Fang Qingyang was as sharp as ever. His sword fire had not reached its peak. This move finally had an explosion effect, which would shock everyone in an instant, forming a huge rain of fire that could not be covered by the sky, burning everything with the momentum of wildfire! At the beginning, Old Man Ye relied on this move to fight his way out of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Several powerful people in the supernatural realm who were almost as powerful as him were crushed to death! Absolutely terrifying! Before the sword fire exploded, it had already defeated Sikong Teng's moves. What will happen next? Everyone already had a guess in their hearts. Could it be that the disciple of Lord Jiang was really going to lose to the disciple of Ye Qingcang here today? This was tantamount to a slap in the face! Just when Fang Qingyang was about to defeat the flaming bird, a huge sword intent came from a distance! Drilling into the soul, it was breathtaking. If Fang Qingyang took even half a step forward, this sword intent would split his soul in two without hesitation and shatter it on the spot! His face changed drastically. Among the spectators, there was actually a powerful person who intervened in this battle! Judging from the aura, the opponent was definitely a strong man who surpassed the supernatural realm. The opponent didn't want him to win! 'Who is it! ' Fang Qingyang gritted his teeth. But there were many strong men who surpassed the supernatural realm in the field, and he didn't have the ability to judge.
"Swish!" Under the absolute threat, Fang Qingyang had to withdraw the sword fire. He used his exquisite control of the sword intent to suppress the subsequent "explosion" process. In the eyes of everyone, Fang Qingyang's flaming giant sword suddenly disintegrated. On the contrary, the big bird sacrificed by Sikong Teng re-condensed its aura and instantly shook Fang Qingyang away. After Fang Qingyang landed, he was shocked by the terrifying residual force and stepped back seven steps in a row, and each step trampled the ground into large cracks. He raised his head, his eyes swept across the field, and finally fell on the stunned face of Sikong Teng. Obviously, even he himself didn't understand why he suddenly won. "I've learned from you." Fang Qingyang bowed his hands, his voice hoarse. This was not said to Sikong Teng, but to the strong man in the dark. The other party did not use any ruthless force, but mainly warned, which meant that he was not completely on Jiang Ding's side. However, he could not watch himself win this battle! "Thank you for bothering me today and for your enthusiasm. I will repay you in the future!" After Fang Qingyang said this, he turned around and left. Even if he continued to fight, he would suffer a loss, so it was better to leave. "The battle is not over yet, and you want to leave. Have you asked me?" Sikong Teng's eyes were bright, and he pursued the victory.