The Art of the Great Sword

Chapter 211 A battle between the geniuses of both sides!

Seeing Yan Pei'er's nervous look, Fang Qingyang wanted to laugh in her heart. Even though she said "a heartless man", when Wei Qingxuan fell into adversity, no one felt more distressed than her.

This girl is good. After the matter is over, I will try to bring the two of them together to see if I can get Wei Qingxuan to calm down... Fang Qingyang's thoughts are already wandering.

The members of the True Dragon Alliance looked nervous. They didn't know Wei Qingxuan well, so they felt a little worried for him when they saw that he was at a disadvantage as soon as he came up.

Wei Qingxuan's face was calm, the magic sword in his hand was flying, trying hard to deal with the rapid attack of the bull demon.

The light of his sword flew quickly and struck the bull demon, leaving deep and shallow scars.

But the general injuries did not cause him much pain at all, but instead made him more and more vicious.

"Hahaha, this is the so-called genius of the True Dragon Alliance, but it's nothing!"

One demon clan member grinned widely, "For so many years, the True Dragon Alliance has always been at odds with us. Today's fight is really weak!"

"Niu Ben, be more ruthless and crush him to pieces."

"Let him die with no body intact!"

The demon clan's eyes were gleaming, and they couldn't wait to see what happened next.

"It's too reckless of you to arrange for him to be the first to take action."

Song Rushan walked to Fang Qingyang's side, his face a little ugly, "If we fail in the first battle and end up with a bad start, morale will also suffer in the future. The numbers of both sides are not on the same level. This time will only widen the gap." Bigger!”

"Don't worry, the battle is not over yet, anything can happen."

Fang Qingyang smiled. He knew Wei Qingxuan's strength, so he sent him in the first game.

It's very simple. You have to win the first battle, but you can't win it too easily. You have to make the demon clan unconvinced and unwilling. Only in this way can you lead to the subsequent battles.

If you kill the monsters cleanly and neatly right from the start, they are not stupid, and they will still be confused and confront you one-on-one? Already swarmed!

Wei Qingxuan is a good choice.

"Bang!"

In the midst of lightning and flint, Wei Qingxuan and Niu Ben fought again. Niu Ben's powerful and heavy hoof collided head-on with Wei Qingxuan's sword. The sword trembled violently and roared with terrifying power.

Wei Qingxuan was knocked away again, but this time he was obviously prepared. His legs clung to the ground like roots, supporting the opponent's burst of power.

"Oh? It's funny, boy, he can actually catch your grandpa's blow!"

Niu Ben smiled ferociously, and with a crackling sound in his spine, he suddenly raised his fists, blood gushing out, and his eyes were red.

Even the sound of heartbeats like drums could be heard in the void, which was the sound made by Niu Ben after his strength reached its extreme.

"Almost."

Fang Qingyang sent a message to Wei Qingxuan, "It's time to use that move."

Wei Qingxuan took two steps back, his eyes still condensed. He saw Niu Ben's huge body punching him, and the overwhelming pressure swept over him like a boiling wave.

He draws his sword!

The magic sword thrust forward an inch, forming a sword light.

Immediately afterwards, the sword light merged into his whole body and burst out fiercely. Suddenly, Wei Qingxuan's entire body seemed to have turned into a devastating sword light.

The light in the entire world suddenly dimmed. At the same time, all the creatures in the scene felt a sting on their faces, which was stimulated by the aftermath of the sword energy.

The sword light shines brightly, dazzlingly, like a streak of swordsmanship across the void, clean and flowing.

It's not gorgeous or complicated, it's more like taking an ordinary move to the extreme. It's a very pure sword light, but it's infinitely powerful.

"puff!"

The sword light pierced Niu Ben's body and passed directly through. Niu Ben still had a sinister smile on his face, as if he had already seen the scene where the opponent died tragically under his fist.

But the next moment, Niu Ben's smile solidified.

Where are people?

Wei Qingxuan in front of him completely disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air in front of him. Just as he was looking left and right to look for it, a burst of angry shouting came from his ears.

Niu Ben didn't react. He followed the sound and saw anger and unwillingness flashing across the faces of many monsters. He felt very strange, why such an attitude?

Before he could think about it, a tearing pain came from his chest.

Niu Ben looked down and found a sword wound the size of a bowl had formed on his chest, penetrating through his body and heart.

Hasn't this kid been suppressed by me? He has never been able to break through my defense, so when did this injury occur... A series of thoughts flashed through Niu Ben's mind, and then his body shook violently. The pain invaded my mind.

He staggered, his strength became more and more exhausted, and he fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Niu Ben died!

On the other side, Wei Qingxuan's condition was not good either. He was vomiting blood, his face was pale, and there were many broken bones in his body. He had managed to hold on for a breath before, but now that the battle was over, he could no longer hold back.

With that last sword strike, he wanted to put all his strength into it and decide the outcome with one blow, but he completely forgot whether his body, which was covered in bruises and bruises, could hold on.

Fortunately, he persisted in the end, but Wei Qingxuan was also seriously injured.

A flash of light flashed in Fang Qingyang's eyes. The first battle was won without any danger, and Wei Qingxuan's seriously injured appearance would definitely make them unhappy if he fell into the eyes of the demon clan.

How can we let human ants become powerful?

"What are you doing standing still?"

Fang Qingyang shouted.

Immediately, the geniuses headed by Song Rushan reacted. They laughed and cursed, "Is this what your demon clan is capable of?"

"Weak, too weak, nothing more than that!"

"Let's switch to the demons for the second game. Let's see how powerful the demons are!"

"I thought they were so powerful, but they turned out to be just like this, a bunch of trash!"

Not very harmful, but very insulting.

Those monsters couldn't accept the defeat in the first game. How could they be willing to see the human race insulting them so arrogantly?

At that moment, another demon tribe stood up.

His face was ferocious and terrifying, "Come on, let me see who wants to come here to seek death?"

Zhou Tai put his hands behind his back with a look of disdain, "If it had been at the beginning, I might have been afraid of the demon clan's strength, but now it seems that I overestimated you. Come on, I'll deal with you!"

Fang Qingyang placed Zhou Tai second for a simple purpose. He is a physical practitioner, but not just a brute force. Instead, he combines skills and combat power, and his overall strength is very good.

If he comes to deal with the demon clan, not only will he win, but he will at least have a 70% chance of winning.

After he wins, it's time to replace Song Rushan.

Song Rushan mocked the demon clan from the beginning to the end. Even if the demon clan noticed the clues, facing his third provocation, he would instantly become furious and lose his mind.

So, everything is arranged.

Fang Qingyang has an extremely good understanding of human nature, and the reactions of all the demon clan are not beyond his expectations, and the plan is proceeding smoothly.

Zhou Tai faced off against the demon clan. The two sides fought fiercely as soon as they came up. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged hundreds of moves. Everyone held their breath and wanted to kill the other party as quickly as possible.

"Bang bang bang!"

Every punch hit the opponent firmly. The two of them had no defense and attacked with all their strength. If you hit me hard, I will hit you harder.

Some monsters narrowed their eyes and realized something was wrong. Why are these guys from the human race always one-on-one? Is this intentional?

In this way, it can offset the advantage of the number of people on one's side.

A stick of incense passed, and Zhou Tai and the demon clan were all covered in bruises, bones were broken everywhere, and their bodies were dyed red with blood, making them extremely miserable.

However, their eyes were always filled with fighting intent, and no one took a step back.

There was another fight with fists and fists. In the end, Zhou Tai used the ancestral boxing skills of the Great Zhou Dynasty to knock the monster to the ground. He rode up and beat him with fists. In the fierce wind and rain, he just knocked the monster's head off. The hammer exploded.

"puff."

Zhou Tai spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, stood up unsteadily, and pulled out a bone spur pierced into his waist. This was the struggle of the demon clan after being knocked over. Fortunately, it was not fatal.

"Stop playing."

Someone on the demon side couldn't hold himself back, his eyes were cold, "Wouldn't it be better to just surround them together and slaughter them all? If you insist on playing like this, you've got yourself involved now, you deserve it!"

The demon clan was very angry, but the demon clan was right.

Just when they were about to speak, Song Rushan, the loudest one, laughed loudly, "Every one of you demon clan is rubbish, you are all rubbish!"

"No one cares about me, I'll crush him to death!"

A demon racer rushed up angrily. Song Rushan was the one with the loudest voice from the beginning and kept taunting him.

So much so that everyone wanted to kill him!

Now that he stands up and screams, he is obviously extremely arrogant. If he cannot be killed, how can the demon clan lose its face?

Sure enough, my arrangement was right, the demon tribe fell into the trap... Fang Qingyang was very happy, mainly because Song Rushan's loud and angry voice was so impressive, and he stood up to insult the demon tribe every time, directly giving him People got angry with the curse.

Therefore, the biggest credit must go to Song Rushan.

Song Rushan was tall and mighty, with condensed muscles and an aura like a wild beast. When he fought against the demon tribe, it was purely a collision between two towers. He would not give up until the opponent was killed.

Fang Qingyang glanced at the many geniuses and found that everyone was eager to try and in an excited mood. If Song Rushan could win this battle, the human race would kill the three geniuses of the demon race before the battle began.

The numerical gap has been narrowed, and the average pressure on everyone has been reduced a lot, making them more confident about this battle.

As for Wei Qingxuan and Zhou Tai, after the battle, they immediately rushed to the back of the team to heal their injuries. As long as there was enough time, they could return in full strength.

Song Rushan's battle with the monster clan was more intense, even better than Zhou Tai's. This was Fang Qingyang's intention. He deliberately asked him to delay more time to give Wei Qingxuan and Zhou Tai time to recover.

This battle lasted for half an hour.

It wasn't until the genius from the foreign race couldn't hold back that Song Rushan realized that time was almost up. He began to launch an offensive with all his strength. He was like a wild bull, crushing the demon race to death bit by bit.

The battle is over!

Song Rushan won this battle!

The human race has won three games in a row!

At this time, the foreigners were completely angry. They lost three people before they started. No wonder they were getting more and more irritable.

"Can't you hold it in any longer? Why don't we try it again..."

Fang Qingyang walked to the front with a smile. He put his hands behind his back and gave a gesture to everyone, which meant that they were ready to start the war.

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"Come on, uncle!"

Several demons who had long been murderous came towards Fang Qingyang, their eyes were fierce, and there was a terrifying light in their palms.

They saw through the human race's means, and they just wanted to close the gap in numbers between the two sides through one-on-one, but would it work?

The gap between the strong and the weak has never been so easy to fill.

Fang Qingyang smiled slightly, "Why are you so anxious to die?"

His palm had already covered the Dragon Emperor Sword. Seeing that many alien geniuses were surrounding him, he slashed out with a sword without thinking.

This sword was extremely sharp, and the key was to be skilled enough.

Every day Fang Qingyang would swing the sword in the Dragon Emperor Sword 10,000 times to increase his proficiency. This was his way of understanding the rules and his understanding of the sword.

There was nothing else, only practice.

When the sword was swung out, the pupils of the demon who rushed to the front shrank, and he discovered a truth that made his scalp numb. No matter how he dodged, no matter from which angle he dodged, it was difficult to avoid this sword.

The speed was too fast, and the demon's body was cut off in an instant, killing him in one blow.

Even the princes of the Life-Taking Realm could not withstand Fang Qingyang's sword, let alone these alien geniuses of the ninth level of the Divine Power Realm.

After the sword was cut, Fang Qingyang pinched the magic formula with his other hand, his eyes were cold and grim, "Ten Thousand Swords Formula, Kill!"

Hundreds of magic swords emerged from the Dragon Emperor Sword, forming a terrifying sword formation, and fiercely killed the group of alien geniuses.

They were directly stunned.

What...what is going on?

So many magic swords, so sharp, no matter who faces them, they will feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Wherever the sword light passed, everything in the world was shattered, even the void, it was also cracked with large gaps under this terrifying killing.

"Puff puff puff!"

A demon was unable to parry in time and was instantly pierced by the sword formation.

With a wave of his hand, Fang Qingyang easily killed two alien geniuses of the ninth level of the magical power realm. This move not only shocked the other party, but also shocked all the other human beings.

"Fang Qingyang!"

Zhou Tai's eyes flashed, very surprised.

He recognized Fang Qingyang's identity from his methods!

At this point, Fang Qingyang had nothing to hide. He used the Ten Thousand Swords Art and the Dragon Emperor Sword together to kill the alien geniuses.

The other seventeen human geniuses showed their own methods and fought with the alien geniuses. Blood splashed and colorful magical lights appeared one after another.

Fang Qingyang took the lead and faced the joint siege of several aliens alone. They did not dare to be negligent at all. They poured all their terrifying attacks on Fang Qingyang and wanted to kill him as quickly as possible.

"Swish!"

In the chaos, a broadsword swept across the sky and chopped Fang Qingyang's forehead. The person who attacked was a demon who had been hiding in the dark for a long time. His eyes were full of bloodthirsty light.

"See if you...are still alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils shrank instantly.

The next words he was going to say were all stuck in his throat, as if a hand suddenly strangled his neck. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The broadsword was fierce, but it fell on Fang Qingyang's forehead, leaving only a white mark, without even breaking the skin.

He had been hiding for so long, just for this attack, but he failed to cause any harm to the opponent. In an instant, a strong sense of frustration rushed into his mind.

"Puff!"

Hundreds of magic swords rushed over from a distance, engulfing the still stunned demon. He was chopped to pieces without even a scream.

Fang Qingyang sneered and made a seal with one hand, "Too weak, too weak!"

He could kill a king with one sword, so he was naturally like cutting melons and vegetables when facing a foreign genius of the ninth level of the supernatural power realm. Even if there were strong ones among them, the gap between them and Fang Qingyang was obvious.

"This is the sacred object of my demon clan!"

A demon clan genius saw the demon pupil holy sword, and his expression suddenly became furious, "Before, my demon clan was ambushed during the sacrifice, and even the sacred object was robbed. It turned out that you did it!"

In that battle, the demon clan lost two great demons, which was very tragic. The sacrifice ceremony that had been prepared for so long was taken advantage of by others, and even the demon pupil holy sword that was about to be unearthed was robbed.

Now that he saw the culprit in front of him, his hatred increased wildly, reaching an unparalleled level. Then he rushed to Fang Qingyang in one step, and punched out flatly, with huge force surging.

Fang Qingyang didn't even look at the other party. He swung his sword and slashed horizontally, instantly cutting off the demon's arm. His eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't retreat at all, and rushed towards Fang Qingyang's head.

This is the end of the plan!

The demon is very confident in his physique. In close combat, he doesn't think Fang Qingyang is his opponent. If he lets himself get close, he can kill him alive.

Fang Qingyang sneered, "Do you really think your physique is invincible?"

He clenched his fist and smashed it, hitting the demon's forehead, smashing his head in an instant, and his brain was instantly shattered by the huge force.

"Kill!"

Several more figures came to kill, and they had already focused most of their attention on Fang Qingyang, wanting to surround and kill him.

Obviously, they recognized the most threatening existence among the human geniuses.

Fang Qingyang narrowed his eyes, and used the seven swords of the divine form, and he actually killed a bloody way out of the siege.

The sword was sharp, and the seven divine swords followed closely to cut the god. The sword turned around and slashed with a stone-shattering blow. A demon who was locked in was beheaded without even a scream.

Fang Qingyang started to kill, not caring who you were.

Even if you were outstanding in your own tribe, it was useless!

In front of Fang Qingyang's sword moves, the main point is that all beings are equal. No matter who you are, you will die if you are hit by a sword.

"This kid's sword can't be avoided!"

A demon tribe member next to him turned pale. He was very close to the demon tribe whose head was cut off. The aftermath of Fang Qingyang's sword energy slightly affected him, and he sensed the danger coming.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he got closer, he would be killed together with the demon tribe.

For Fang Qingyang's sword, he had only one thought!

Hide... can't be avoided!

No matter how he calculated, he couldn't think of a way to dodge.

One sword will kill you, how can you fight?

"I don't believe he can keep exerting this strength."

A demon tribe member shouted, his face was slightly pale, as if he was cheering himself up. In an instant, he roared and killed Fang Qingyang to vent his anger.

Fang Qingyang's eyes were raised, as if he was having fun. A huge force surged, and the undefeated king fist inherited from Murong Jiu was integrated into the Dragon Emperor Sword, and he swung it out fiercely.

The demon was horrified, realizing that he could not bear the power of the sword in front of him, but he still held a glimmer of luck.

Is the sword used to swing?

How much power can the swung sword have?

He wanted to block it with his body, but when it came into contact with the Dragon Emperor Sword, half of his body suddenly collapsed, turning into broken bones and scattered in all directions.

He did not die, but he was not far from death.

Half of his body was broken, and the whole person fell to the ground and twitched.

"A bunch of... trash, vulnerable!"

Fang Qingyang laughed loudly, heroic.

After this fight, his energy and spirit were consumed a little, but he could not show it on the surface.

These alien geniuses of the ninth level of the magical realm are not vegetarians. They are numerous and powerful, and Fang Qingyang will also feel pain when their attacks fall on him.

However, Fang Qingyang relied on his strong physique to withstand so many attacks and eliminated the difference in the number of people on both sides by himself.

The more you are at this time, the more you can't show your weakness!

Otherwise, this group of aliens will definitely come to kill you desperately like chicken blood.

Fang Qingyang got a brief respite. His eyes swept across the distance. The fight between the human genius and the alien genius was extremely fierce. Fortunately, he helped them offset some of the pressure, otherwise this battle would only cause more serious losses.

On the human side, three geniuses have died, and the others are seriously injured and struggling to hold on.

There are still fifteen people left out of the original eighteen.

As for the aliens, except for the one killed by Fang Qingyang, the rest of the people only killed two together.

At this time, the difference in physique became apparent.

Whether it is sword cultivation or physical cultivation, the human race will be affected in combat effectiveness after being injured, but the demon race seems to be gifted. The more serious the injury, the more ruthless they will be.

Their eyes are red, and they don't care about their own life or death. They will do their best to cut a piece of flesh from you. That kind of terrifying killing intent makes the human race shudder.

"Cough cough."

A violent cough came from a distance.

Fang Qingyang watched Song Rushan being surrounded and killed by two demons, spitting blood, and there were many scars on his body.

He was the third person to fight with the demons. His injuries had not fully recovered, and he joined the battle immediately afterwards, so it was extremely difficult to support.

"Humiliating my demon race, who will die if you don't?"

The demon race had a ferocious look in his eyes, and raised his sword with both hands to chop at Song Rushan's back.

The back was already covered with wounds, revealing the eerie white bones. If this knife fell again, Song Rushan would be finished.

"Go!"

Fang Qingyang's mind moved, and hundreds of magic swords flew over in a mighty manner, transforming into formations of different shapes in the void, changing continuously.

"You..."

The demon didn't expect Fang Qingyang to be able to pull out his hands when he was surrounded and killed. For a moment, he was horrified. He turned around and blocked his sword in front of him, trying to withstand the impact of those magic swords.

The crack of the leading demon pupil holy sword suddenly opened, revealing a scarlet eye. At the same time, the power increased suddenly, and it passed through the forehead of the demon like a stream of light.

In the center of the forehead, there was a blood hole, which was shocking!

Then, the torrent formed by the magic sword behind engulfed the body of the demon, completely tore it apart, and died without a burial place.

Song Rushan finally took a breath, turned around and looked, and found that it was Fang Qingyang who saved him. Thinking of the big words he had said before, he blushed for a moment and felt ashamed.