Students who can join Dongchuan Academy, even if they are not sword cultivators, have some knowledge of the way of swordsmanship. After all, everyone is a genius who far exceeds their peers, so it is normal to know more than others. Thirteen kinds of swordsmanship, and they have all been cultivated to perfection! What is this concept? It is very remarkable for ordinary sword cultivators to be able to master one or two swordsmanship. People's energy is limited. You can't spend all your time studying swordsmanship. Will you be promoted? Will you have an epiphany? For someone like Fang Qingyang, who is not very old, a great sword cultivator, has a good realm, and is proficient in so many swordsmanship, there is only one word to describe him - a monster! It is really a monster! It directly broke the perception of ordinary people about him. In this way, none of the three elders dared to look down on Fang Qingyang.
"What is the origin of this kid?" Baman turned around and asked Duan Xiu and Wei Wunian through voice transmission. Wei Wunian looked grim, "He is Ye Qingcang's apprentice, from the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was rejected when he first tried to join the Yun Mansion. Later, he defeated Zhang Shi and Leng Chen at Xia Yan's banquet, and was finally defeated by Sikong Teng. He is considered to have some talent!" "What the hell is this called some?" Even Duan Xiu couldn't help but swear, "If this is some talent, then what are the students we accept? Without exception, they are all garbage!" The rest of the students were furious. Yun Nian stood in the crowd, only to feel that his breathing became very heavy, as if the world was rejecting him. At first, Yun Nian, like other students, ridiculed Fang Qingyang in a very joking way. I thought he would definitely not last more than seven days, and the East Court would definitely be abolished. As time went on, Yun Nian finally shut up. Later, she was only shocked! Unbelievable! Fang Qingyang could actually reach this level, a level that no one had ever reached! Recalling that Ye Qingcang led him to Yun Mansion to ask for his father's help, if his father was willing to accept them at that time, what would the outcome be now? It can only be said that Yun Nian regretted it. She finally regretted it under the successive blows of reality. The talent shown by Fang Qingyang was exaggerated and terrifying! Time continued to pass, but most people were numb. They were stimulated to the limit and even their breathing was trembling. The 27th!
The 28th! The 29th! The thunder in the picture was bombarding Fang Qingyang's body at a desperate speed, as if to smash him directly into the ground. The mountain where Fang Qingyang was originally located had long disappeared, and only a tall and thin mountain pillar remained under his feet. Everything else was in ruins. And under the mountain pillar, there was a deep pit of hundreds of meters, and the surface of the rock was charred, which was purely the trace of being struck by lightning. Too exaggerated! The thunder above his head had already changed into a different state. The terrifying thunder and lightning were mixed with two completely different colors of yin and yang. Even if he was just watching, every time the thunder and lightning fell, his heart would tremble. This was an indescribable horror! No one knew how Fang Qingyang persisted in it. "As long as... as long as we can survive today, it will be thirty days." Meng Huan had already stood up. He hadn't sat down for a long time because he was too excited to even sit down. Thirty days, Fang Xuanxiao was thirty days back then! Could it be that after so many years, Fang Qingyang could catch up with Fang Xuanxiao's achievements? He was a little moved, and tears filled his eyes. After so many years, has someone finally stood up again? "There is still one hour, and... it will be thirty days!" Fang Qingyang was in the thunder, and he had many terrifying wounds on his body, deep enough to see the bones, and even some places were charred black, and even the flesh and blood were covered by thunder and lightning. He tried very hard to tear it apart with his sword energy, but the thunder was like an endless river, not even giving him time to breathe. "The 29th was already so difficult, Dad, how did you get through it back then?" Fang Qingyang's eyes had turned completely blood red, and he was more embarrassed than ever before. Even the strongest talent has its limits. Fang Qingyang is now close to his limit! There is only one last hour left, but it is even longer than the previous 29th. Fang Qingyang's sword swing was slow, and he began to feel a little powerless. The light flashing in his eyes was gradually dimming, and his steps were even more staggering. "He is almost at his limit!" "It's shaky!" "Finally, is this kid going to die?" Many students saw this and felt indescribable.
Mocking? What qualifications do you have to laugh! The position he stood on is something that others can never imagine in their lifetime. Finally, with the last thunderbolt, Fang Qingyang was blown hundreds of meters away on the spot. The 29th day ended and officially entered the 30th day! During this period, Fang Qingyang had a precious half hour to rest. "It's the 30th day." "He... He tied Fang Xuanxiao's record!" On the East Campus, many students were in tears. How much pressure has the East Campus endured over the years? Finally, someone stood up to share the burden for the East Campus! In the picture, Fang Qingyang struggled to get up from the ground. He was covered with wounds, and his body was torn by lightning in many places, and his white bones were exposed in many places. To put it more directly, there was no good meat on his body. In this case, Fang Qingyang still stepped onto the mountain pillar again! "He..." Everyone was in an uproar. It's been 30 days, is he still unwilling to end? Even if Fang Xuanxiao's performance is taken into account, he has already tied it, and he is the first without any suspense! Fang Qingyang raised his head and looked at the sky, with a sneer on his lips, "It's not enough to tie, I... want to surpass it!" As if angered by Fang Qingyang's arrogance, the sky directly split a terrifying yin and yang thunder, breeding a terrifying breath of life and death! Fang Qingyang shouted angrily and sacrificed the other two magic swords from the ring. "Ten Thousand Swords!" Under his urging, the two magic swords plus the Dragon Emperor Sword instantly flew towards the thunder. "My...my magic sword!" Outside the field, Liang Jingyu saw this scene, and his pupils shrank violently. The magic sword that had followed him for many years was now easily controlled by Fang Qingyang, and he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart. The second level of the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art can rely on the Ten Thousand Sword Art to control ten magic swords. Fang Qingyang only has three, but it is enough!
The three magic swords interacted continuously, forming a cornering trend, piercing into the thunder at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine. After a brief collision, an amazing scene appeared. The thunder that was so terrifying that everyone's heart trembled was actually torn apart by the three magic swords on the spot! After several impacts back and forth, accompanied by a weak wail, the thunder completely collapsed!
