As soon as Meng Huan said these words, the expressions of everyone in the venue changed slightly. Some new students looked around with puzzled and curious faces. Apparently they had never heard of Fang Xuanxiao. The expressions of the elders of the other three courtyards suddenly turned cold. Baman shouted, "Meng Huan, some names cannot be mentioned. If you continue to act like this, you will put our entire Dongchuan Academy in danger!" "Yeah?" Meng Huan no longer cared about anything, his eyes were cold, "I only know one thing, the glory and record that Fang Xuanxiao won for our Dongchuan Academy must not be erased. If no one mentions these, then Let me carry it!” "Who is Fang Xuanxiao?" "Thirty days, can anyone really last thirty days in Lei Yuan?" "Hey, that's a bit exaggerated. As far as I know, the strongest Senior Brother Fan from the North Campus is only ten days old!" Many students looked at each other and whispered.
They are genuinely curious! Finally, a senior East Campus student stood up and explained all this: "In the past, there was a prodigy with exaggerated strength in the East Campus named Fang Xuanxiao. He once single-handedly made our Dongchuan Academy famous all over the world. In the war against the Chiyue Dynasty, he even massacred countless people. I don’t know how many enemy soldiers have dominated the list of geniuses alone, and others don’t even dare to look at it, let alone covet it!” "He left too many records, and Lei Yuan's Thirty Days is just one of them!" "He is simply... a legend!" Hearing this, the students became even more puzzled. "Since Fang Xuanxiao is so powerful, why did our Dongchuan Academy erase all traces of his existence? For such a legend, shouldn't a monument be set up in his honor so that all those who come after him can look up to him?" "Yes, I have been in the academy for two years, and I have never heard of such a person!" "Isn't it too hidden?" In response to everyone's questions, the student continued to sigh, "Because he offended Yaochi Holy Land, the current royal family of the Sword Dynasty..." "On a sudden day, Fang Xuanxiao disappeared. No one knew where he went. Overnight, his name seemed to have become a taboo that no one dared to mention. All his records were blocked and erased. .....” When the student said this, his expression was obviously hesitant. Normally he would never dare to say these things! However, even the elders have to clear his name. As a student of the East Campus, what else do I have to fear? These words caused an uproar in the venue! Many students have never even thought that there is such a legend in the history of Dongchuan Academy. "Shut up!" Wei Wunian yelled, "Are you all looking for death? No one is allowed to mention this name! If our Dongchuan Academy falls into the abyss because of this, can you, Meng Huan, bear the responsibility?" "If everyone in the Academy is as greedy for life and afraid of death as you are, and busy fighting among themselves, then our East Campus will really fall into the abyss! Why don't you dare to say some things, and don't dare to let the world know? Since it is true, it should be exist!"
Meng Huan did not back down and contradicted Wei Wunian. "That's enough." Duan Xiu said coldly, "Let's see how long this kid can stay in the Thunder Abyss!" As she said these words, Meng Huan and Wei Wunian both snorted and sat back. The most important thing now is not Fang Xuanxiao's record, but...how far Fang Qingyang can reach! All students are willing to wait here. After so many days, they had no complaints! Eleven days! Thirteen days! Fifteen days! Eighteen days! Twenty days! As time passed, shock began to appear on everyone's faces. Even a little numb. It has been twenty days, which has doubled Senior Brother Fan’s record, and it is still improving. Because the thunderstorm was so violent that it formed a large net covering Fang Qingyang in circles, it was difficult for them to see Fang Qingyang's current state from the outside. Can he keep going? No one knows! At this moment, Fang Qingyang in the field had his skin and flesh torn apart by the thunderstorm. But because his body recovered too quickly, he recovered quickly. The whole process is in a cycle that starts over and over again! His body can still hold on. Even if it is suddenly torn apart by thunder, it can still regenerate flesh and blood through recovery. Each time it recovers, it will be stronger and more condensed than the last time. "In two days, my body should be at its limit..." Fang Qingyang thought to himself, "When the time comes, I will have to rely on the support of my sword to fight against this boundless thunder riot. It's better to train my sword after training my body!" The time has come on the twenty-fifth day. Fang Qingyang's physical recovery speed could no longer keep up with the terror of the thunder. A large hole appeared on his body, and his clothes were dyed red with blood, turning him into a bloody man. But Fang Qingyang's eyes were always unyielding, showing determination and unyielding. "My limits are far beyond this!"
Fang Qingyang suddenly looked up at the sky, holding the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand, and shouted loudly, "This time I want to clear my father's name, no one can stop me!" With a loud roar, Fang Qingyang struck out with a sword that went against the sky! Kill the god with one sword! "puff!" With this terrifying sword light rising into the sky, the void instantly split into two halves, and the thick thunder was instantly engulfed, not daring to move closer to the middle! Fang Qingyang stood in the center, his eyes gleaming with cold light. Although he looked bruised and bloody, he was actually at his peak. "Finally, are we going to use the magic sword?" On the thunder stage, many students exclaimed. Through the previous battle, everyone has seen that Fang Qingyang is a genuine great sword cultivator. As a great sword cultivator, even if his physique is strong, he can only be a secondary cultivator. The truly terrifying sword intent has not yet been displayed! "It's been 25 days, and he just took out his trump card..." Someone exclaimed, "If this goes on, will the record of 30 days be broken?" The whole audience was silent. The three elders, Ba Man, Duan Xiu, and Wei Wunian, were obviously a little restless. Their eyes flickered and their fists clenched. At the very least, from the perspective of simply abolishing the East Court, their plan has failed. In the picture, Fang Qingyang relied on his swordsmanship to deal with the lightning that was chopped from all directions. No matter how powerful the thunderstorms were, even if they were like dragons, they could not touch him at all. "His swordsmanship..." Wei Wunian's eyes were cold, "I actually saw the shadows of many swordsmanship in it. This is too scary. How old is he, and he can master so many swordsmanship!" Many people were on pins and needles, especially some sword cultivators. They looked at Fang Qingyang's figure, full of confusion. Is there really such a terrifying genius in the world? "A total of thirteen kinds..." Duan Xiu's voice was hoarse, "In just a cup of tea, he performed at least thirteen different swordsmanship, and all of them have reached the level of perfection!" The audience was in an uproar again!