The Art of the Great Sword

Is this kid crazy? This is a battlefield, a life-and-death fight, not the time for him to show off... The captain of the vanguard is a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles and is in the second level of the supernatural realm.

His heart sank. He had never seen a new recruit so arrogant when he arrived.

He ran to the first place to face the enemy. The terrifying monsters in front of him rushed forward. If he was not careful, he would be caught in the iron hoof and trampled to death!

"Hahaha, this kid is here to die, kill him!"

On the side of the Red Moon Dynasty, the first row of enemies riding monsters and wearing iron armor laughed mockingly when they saw Fang Qingyang taking the initiative to kill him.

Since he took the initiative to seek death, he would not be polite!

"Who is this kid? Doesn't he know how to obey orders?"

On the city wall, a powerful man in the king realm frowned and couldn't help shouting, "Such a rash and careless charge will destroy the structure of the entire team!"

"Sir, he is one of the three students who came to reinforce the Dongchuan Academy."

Someone explained immediately.

"Dongchuan Academy."

The strong man's expression condensed. It is a tradition that the academy has been sending Tianjiao to the front line to reinforce students. It can not only train students, but also strengthen the frontline.

In the fight, not everyone is a powerful cultivator. Of course, the army also promotes the cultivation system, but because of the large number of people, it is not comparable to those sects and families in cultivating Tianjiao!

Once fighting, most people are not strong. The lowest-level soldiers are even just entering the Yuandan realm. If they have the strength of the Shentong realm, they can be a captain.

Although the strong men on both sides have reached the king and prince realm, the king and prince realm will not participate in every battle. They are more focused on stabilizing the morale of the army.

So, every time the academy sends students, they can play a very important role.

But, this does not mean that you can do whatever you want.

In the battle, at least you have to obey the military orders!

"Save him if you can."

The strong man on the city sighed. Although this kid took the initiative to seek death, the students of Dongchuan Academy are all treasures and must not be lost in vain.

Just when everyone thought Fang Qingyang was in danger, he rushed into the crowd, and the ten terrifying magic swords floating around him slashed back and forth, with blood flashing.

The first row of enemy soldiers riding monsters and wearing armor were swept away in an instant, just like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, very exaggerated, leaving only a blood mist.

In full view of the crowd, Fang Qingyang actually rushed back and forth in the enemy's vanguard, and when he came out, he was unscathed.

"It's great!"

Fang Qingyang's pupils flashed a touch of joy, as if he had drunk a jar of fine wine. He once again stared at the enemy's troops and leaned over to kill again.

The Ten Thousand Swords Art flowed wildly, and it was intertwined into an incomparable terrifying sword net. Wherever it passed, there were broken limbs and blood splashing.

"Kill this kid for me!"

An order was issued from the enemy.

I saw several people in the supernatural realm received the instructions and rushed over fiercely.

With the Divine Power Realm against the Ninth Level of the Yuan Dan Realm, isn't it easy to take control?

However, Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword, his eyes were sharp, and he slashed forward fiercely, forming a sharp edge visible to the naked eye.

After thousands of hammers and hundreds of times, the sword with extremely strong insight power cut the god!

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

The three enemies of the first level of the Divine Power Realm who rushed over didn't even have a chance to dodge, and were cut into two on the spot, dying with their eyes open.

This scene completely shocked both sides.

"This kid..."

On the wall, the strong man who had scolded Fang Qingyang before was stunned, and immediately gave an order, "Charge, what are you still standing there for? He broke the enemy's formation by himself, and he deserves credit, great credit!"

He completely forgot that it was his attitude before.

The vanguards below woke up as if from a dream, and roared to fight with the army of the Red Moon Dynasty.

Sword cultivators are absolutely precious in the army!

Such a genius only belongs to some big forces, and only those big forces can cultivate gifted sword cultivators!

Even in the army of the Sword Dynasty, sword cultivators are extremely rare.

With Fang Qingyang, a sword cultivator, leading the way, they felt unprecedented ease!

Slaughtering all the way, Fang Qingyang was like a death god harvesting lives. Wherever he passed, the enemy's figures fell like wheat, extremely miserable.

In terms of realm, he is not high.

However, as long as the strong men above the third level of the other party's magical realm do not take action, he can enter the empty space and slaughter at will!

"Boy, enough!"

A dull roar came, and the ten magic swords controlled by Fang Qingyang suddenly collided with a hard spiritual weapon, making a sound of golden swords clashing.

Fang Qingyang looked up and saw an armored warrior holding a giant hammer in front of him. His eyes were sinister and vicious, and his face was slightly distorted.

The giant hammer in his hand was more than one person tall. The handle of the hammer pressed on the ground, and it actually pressed a large crack on the ground.

A strong breath burst out from the man. This was a strong man in the third level of the supernatural power realm. It was not easy to deal with.

I have never dealt with a third-level supernatural power realm. It is just right to use him to practice my current swordsmanship... Fang Qingyang's heart moved, and he raised his sword and smashed it without hesitation.

The unbeaten king fist was integrated into the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art, presenting an absolutely primitive and wild fighting method, like a barbarian wielding a giant sword, trying to smash people to death.

The surging breath was even more precise, surging continuously in the void, rolling outward inch by inch, and the people who were oppressed could not breathe.

"Interesting, you actually dare to compete with me in strength!"

The armored warrior grinned, and swung the giant hammer in his hand horizontally, and instantly collided with Fang Qingyang.

It was a deafening roar!

The Dragon Emperor Sword in Fang Qingyang's hand did not move at all, and the terrible force was transmitted to him through the sword body, forming an absolutely terrifying aftershock.

In just a blink of an eye, it was offset by the strength of Fang Qingyang.

"Bang!"

Fang Qingyang raised the sword and smashed it again. The wild breath made the swordsmanship he swung unprecedentedly powerful.

The armored warrior received three swords in a row, and a look of disbelief appeared in his eyes, "Are you a sword cultivator? I have never seen a sword cultivator like you!"

Compared to a sword cultivator, Fang Qingyang is more like a body cultivator!

It's just that the object in his hand happened to be a sword!

"But, I haven't met an opponent who can fight with me for a long time."

The armored warrior smiled deeply, and he stepped on the ground five steps in a row, moving forward, sprinting, twisting his body, turning around and sweeping his hands across, with the giant hammer in the air, making a sonic boom that even the air was extinguished.

As for the ground under his feet, it was shattered inch by inch, forming huge cracks that kept spreading outward.

This hammer actually generated a series of phantoms in the air. The armored warrior was already excited, and he just wanted to compete with Fang Qingyang.

This was his pride!

A sword cultivator with a lower realm than himself, but with the same strength as himself, he absolutely could not tolerate and accept it.

He wanted to end this battle with this hammer!

"Swish!"

A sword light was fast and sharp, just like the full moon hanging in the night sky.

The armored warrior paused as he charged forward, and the hammer fell from his hand with a bang, smashing to the ground. He lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the bloodstain on his chest, unable to believe it, "You..."

"I'm a swordsman, idiot!"

Fang Qingyang lowered his eyes, his voice calm and indifferent.

At this moment, he temporarily changed his moves, using sharp swordsmanship to fight the enemy, killing him with one move!

The armored warrior's body was split in two, and he died on the spot!