"good!" There was a burst of cheers from the audience. It's Zhang Baoxuan! As he spoke, other students in the East Campus woke up from a dream and began to laugh. The frustration they had accumulated over the past few days was gone. Didn’t your three major courtyards join forces to bully us? As a result, when our junior brothers came, they all withered. Fang Qingyang played with the magic sword and raised his brows. This sword was not as good as those of Wei Hui and Liang Jingyu, but after all, as a spiritual weapon in the supernatural realm, it was extremely valuable. In any case, we are one step closer to mastering ten swords! "Next."
Fang Qingyang hooked his fingers, "Those with magical swords will be given priority!" The students from the other three colleges looked at each other in confusion. Why did this man act so shamelessly? He looked so much like his father Fang Xuanxiao. Fang Xuanxiao used to be like this, cruel and sinister, and many people were manipulated by him. Until he disappeared for many years, many people thought that this was just a trick on his part. As time went by, everyone thought that he might have really fallen. Now, Fang Xuanxiao's son is here, and he is still so ruthless! "It seems that the eighth level of Yuan Dan Realm is no longer your opponent." A condensed voice came, "Logically speaking, I shouldn't take action, but Dongchuan Academy cannot let your East Campus be arrogant. I will fight you!" A young man with an ordinary face walked onto the stage. He was obviously very senior. There was no immature air of ordinary students in his brows, and he looked very mature and sophisticated. "Hiss, Sikong Feng from the South Courtyard, he has been in the inner court for six years, and he is already at the ninth level of the Yuan Dan Realm." "Moreover, he is a powerful swordsman!" "Did you practice the Great Sword? When did you break through?" "Not long ago, he entered the list of geniuses and ranked seventh!" "Hey, it's not easy to be in the top ten of the Genius list!" Everyone looked at each other, their pupils changing color. "It's such a bully. You have been in the inner court for six years, but you come to fight with someone who has just entered the inner court. Do you want to be embarrassed?" Zhang Baoxuan quits, how can we compare like this? Isn't this bullying? Sikongfeng's face turned green and white. It was indeed too much for him to take the initiative, but who made Fang Qingyang so powerful? Not to mention the old students of the same age group, even those who were two levels above him were no match.
In order to save face, I can only take action on my own behalf! "Do you want to fight or not?" Sikong Feng's expression condensed amid the ridicule, and he finally threw the result back to Fang Qingyang. "A great sword cultivator at the ninth level of Yuan Dan Realm?" Fang Qingyang narrowed his eyes, Sikong Feng was definitely a person with strong talents, otherwise he would not have reached this level. As for whether to fight or not, it does not depend on him... "First take your magic sword and take a look!" Fang Qingyang said loudly. Sikong Feng clenched his fists. Is this kid mocking himself? Why would he fight me if his magic sword is qualified? What bullshit logic! But Sikongfeng still pulled out the magical sword from behind, flashed it in front of him, and said in an icy voice, "Superior magical sword, the scorching sun..." "I'm not interested in the name of your magic sword. It's enough to know the grade." Fang Qingyang directly interrupted Sikongfeng's words, "I will add ten more blood spirit stones and bet with you. Don't worry, we are both young and old. We are all classmates in the same academy. I can't let you suffer!" Veins appeared on Sikongfeng's forehead. Is this kid... looking for death? It was clear that he was going to be defeated next, but he still looked so unhurried, which made people hate him. "Junior brother!" Zhang Baoxuan was anxious and wanted to stop Fang Qingyang, but the latter gave him a reassuring look. "beat." Fang Qingyang chuckled and raised his fingers, "Let me see how capable you are." "Boy, you are really sharp-tongued." Sikong Feng gradually composed his mind and sneered, "You do have some abilities, but unfortunately not much. When you faced your clan brothers, you were defeated in front of so many people, and you were so stubborn that you proved what kind of person you are. people!” "Brother? Sikong Teng?" Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. What a coincidence! "Yes, Sikong Teng is my brother! I have already heard about your deeds from him. After being defeated, you still refuse to admit it. What a big joke!" Sikong Feng smiled evilly, "Okay, let me cure your stubbornness today." As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Feng was already activating his sword intent, and his whole body was surrounded by scorching flames. The raging flames burned crazily in the void, and the temperature was extremely high. Coerced by this sword intent, he strode towards Fang Qingyang.
Sword cultivators care about whether their sword moves are ferocious enough. When they reach the level of great sword cultivator, they will pay more attention to their steps and body skills! Only with absolutely clever body skills and steps combined with sword moves can the full power be released. Sikong Feng just took action and was obviously much stronger than Zhong Xiang before. Both sides make a decision! "Come!" Fang Qingyang was full of fighting spirit, and his whole body was boiling with sword intent. It was like a real dragon was wandering around his spine, exerting force outwards inch by inch. The shadow of the golden real dragon was suspended in Yuan Dan, helping him gather strength. "Seven Divine Swords!" Facing a great sword cultivator whose level was higher than his own, Fang Qingyang did not hesitate to use his special technique. The seven divine swords are taken from seven different sword techniques. Each sword contains Fang Qingyang's understanding of those sword techniques. They seem simple and ancient, but in fact, they are full of Dao rhyme! "Puff puff puff!" Seven consecutive swords were used to block all attacks of Sikong Feng. Sikong Feng frowned and continued to drive the sword intent. The flames burned more and more, forming a fireball of dozens of feet in size, covering most of the arena. "Swish!" He stabbed out a ghostly sword, accompanied by flames. The high temperature made Fang Qingyang's face hot. He turned his body to the side, and the tip of the sword stabbed close to his face, burning a bunch of hair. Fang Qingyang turned around and got close to Sikong Feng, raised his hand and elbowed him. The latter reacted in time and temporarily crossed the magic sword in front of his body to block the attack. The two sides separated! The flames around Sikong Feng continued to scatter flames outward. He frowned, as if he couldn't believe the result. Fang Qingyang, this kid, is really capable! "The scorching sun burns my heart!" Sikong Feng came back, still charging forward, forming a huge hot fireball at the tip of his sword, which condensed in a whistling sound, crushing and crashing into Fang Qingyang. "This is Sikong Feng's trick!" "It seems that after a brief contact with the opponent, he is no longer prepared to show mercy." "The victory or defeat may be just a thought!" Many inner students whispered in the audience. Fang Qingyang smiled coldly when he saw this. He raised his hand and slapped the ring, and suddenly the three magic swords sank into the void behind him. All this happened silently, and no one noticed it under the cover of the flames. Then, Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand, gathered his strength, and suddenly drew the sword.
"One sword to kill the god!"
