The Art of the Great Sword

Seeing that the other party had recognized his identity, Fang Qingyang did not argue too much.

What was coming could not be avoided.

From what he said, it could be heard that he should be from outside Dongzhou.

"I have killed many kings and princes in the Divine Fate Realm, and you are not a big deal."

Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand, his expression calm.

"You compare me with those garbage from Dongzhou?"

Hu Cheng sneered. He was a Zhongzhou Tianjiao, young and promising, and he did not take the strong men of Dongzhou into consideration at all.

As soon as the voice fell, Hu Cheng raised the sword with his backhand and slashed it down in the air.

At this moment, like a meteorite falling from the sky, the terrifying air wave condensed into a point, and then quickly spread. The exaggerated force oppressed people and made them breathless and trembling all over.

The ground around Fang Qingyang was broken one after another, and it made a crackling sound.

He held the Dragon Emperor Sword and went up to meet it.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Hu Cheng used his sword to chop Fang Qingyang's body into the ground with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain. He sank more than half a meter into the ground. The surrounding ground cracked completely with a click, and the lines were fully revealed.

Sand and rocks flew, and the earth trembled.

Hu Cheng sneered, holding the sword and continuing to suppress Fang Qingyang, while disdainfully saying, "You are a three-cultivator of body, magic and sword. You have good talent, but it's a pity that you are in Dongzhou. How much can you realize it?"

"Our Zhongzhou is the place where geniuses are born. Dongzhou is just a wild land for us, not worth mentioning."

Hu Cheng's breath sank into his dantian, and his hands suddenly pressed down, shouting, "Tianhan Luodao Chop!"

Under the huge force, Fang Qingyang was smashed directly into the ground for dozens of meters, and a huge hole formed in the ground, which was bottomless.

Hu Cheng smiled faintly, "With this level, you dare to call yourself a genius, you are a million miles away!"

As he said, he used both hands to drive the sword and slashed it fiercely downwards.

A terrifying sword light formed and sank directly into the earth, splitting it in two, completely slicing it into two halves. The sword energy stretched for several miles, and a crack visible to the naked eye formed.

The next second, Fang Qingyang rushed out of the crack, his eyes condensed, and the seven swords of the spirit and form were displayed, showing seven sword moves learned from different sword techniques.

"Oh, there is still strength?"

Hu Cheng waved the sword. Although this sword needs to be held with both hands and is extremely heavy, he showed absolute dexterity and blocked all of Fang Qingyang's attacks.

After a series of attacks, Fang Qingyang felt a little numb in his wrist.

The opponent was actually a genius who practiced both sword and body!

Every heavy chop made it difficult to parry. Fortunately, it was Fang Qingyang. If it was other cultivators, I'm afraid that the spirit weapon would be chopped off in two moves.

This sword is a holy spirit weapon... Fang Qingyang shook his wrist. It was normal for the other party to have a holy spirit weapon as a Zhongzhou Tianjiao.

The key is that the skills and martial arts he practiced far exceeded the scope that Dongzhou Tianjiao could understand. This was due to the foundation accumulated over the years.

"Puff."

Fang Qingyang's figure flashed in one step and came to Hu Cheng's side. He raised his sword and stabbed. The Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art showed a sea of ​​​​inclusiveness, and all kinds of swordsmanship were at his fingertips.

Over the years, he relied on the Great Freedom Visualization Method to comprehend countless sword arts, all kinds of them. As long as he wanted, there was nothing he couldn't do.

It was this point that allowed Fang Qingyang to use various sword tricks in high-level duels, which made people unable to resist and defend.

However, these advantages disappeared when he was dueling Hu Cheng.

The two sides went back and forth, and the duel was fierce, but if you observe carefully, you will find that Hu Cheng has mastered the initiative and is more free to advance and retreat.

"King's Dharma Image!"

Fang Qingyang's eyes were cold. Under the opponent's fierce suppression, he no longer held back. A huge Dharma Image with a dragon head and a human body formed behind him, and his every move exuded the majesty of a god.

"Bang!"

This Dharma Image punched out with both fists, attacking Hu Cheng from the left and right. The latter smiled indifferently and also sacrificed the King's Dharma Image, but his Dharma Image was stronger.

"Swish!"

The moment Hu Cheng's King's Dharma Image was formed, he opened his sharp five fingers and instantly penetrated into the chest of Fang Qingyang's Dharma Image. The two behemoths fought together.

"Ten Thousand Swords."

Fang Qingyang formed a seal with one hand, and hundreds of magic swords slashed over, forming a changing sword net, surrounding Hu Cheng.

"You are a kid from Dongzhou, but you actually have so many holy spiritual weapons?"

Hu Cheng was sharp-eyed and saw the value of these hundreds of spiritual weapons at once. His heart was burning for a moment, "Give them all to me...give them all!"

No matter where they are placed, holy spiritual weapons are extremely precious.

In addition, he knew that Fang Qingyang had obtained several sagely lucks, so once he defeated the other party, these treasures would fall into his hands.

"Puff puff puff!"

The Ten Thousand Swords Techniques all surrounded and killed Hu Cheng in the center at a very fast speed. The sword energy that burst out made the void tremble, and the spiritual energy was easily torn apart.

"Heaven and earth are dancing with swords!"

Hu Cheng laughed and waved his sword. The might that burst out was overwhelming, and the roar was continuous. All the magic swords were shaken back by his sword.

The kings and princes of the Divine Fate Realm, no matter the spiritual energy, strength, and endurance, are far superior to those of the Mysterious Fate Realm, that is, Fang Qingyang. If it were other kings and princes, I am afraid they would not be able to withstand even one move.

He danced the sword into an inseparable circle, and all the magic swords that touched it were repelled. For a moment, the sound of golden swords clashing was endless.

Fang Qingyang looked calm, and he picked up the Dragon Emperor Sword again and killed the god with one sword.

"Huh?"

Hu Cheng clearly felt the feeling of being locked by the sword intent. He had fought hundreds of battles in Zhongzhou and had fought against several sword masters, but none of them could compare with Fang Qingyang.

This sword intent came swiftly and fiercely.

It was like a terrifying sword light chopped down from the sky, leaving no room for reaction. At this moment, all thoughts in your mind were eliminated. You couldn't find an angle to dodge and could only bear it.

"Then... let's touch!"

Hu Cheng's opinion of Fang Qingyang was slightly raised in his heart, but he still didn't think that the other party was his opponent. He danced with the sword in his hand and chopped vertically.

The sword energy was horrifying and extremely sharp.

The sword that cut the god collided fiercely with the sword energy, and in an instant the two exaggerated powers were offset, and no one got the upper hand.

"Bang!"

Hu Cheng relied on the cover of the sword energy to kill Fang Qingyang silently. He slashed the sword horizontally, but Fang Qingyang ducked to avoid it. After the two came into close contact, they punched each other.

Fang Qingyang's body remained motionless, his body was strong and tough, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

No matter how strong the opponent was, he became more and more courageous.

The force of the two fists collided and surged outward. Both of them felt pain in their wrists. Fang Qingyang used his body to offset the aftershocks, and his expression remained cold.