The Art of the Great Sword

"Brother Fan, please show mercy, I want his life."

Liu Ying's voice was gentle, her cheeks slightly red.

She looked at Fang Qingyang with greed in her eyes.

"Okay, don't worry."

Liu Fan took the magic sword in his hand and stepped forward, "Fang Qingyang, I am dealing with you as the pride of Zhongzhou, which is really giving you some face, but... who made you lucky to die in my hands!"

"I heard that the Liu clan is a branch of the Liu Kingdom?"

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, so what?"

Liu Fan sneered. In his opinion, Fang Qingyang was obviously afraid.

"Well, no wonder they are both equally shameless, after all... they are from the same source!"

Fang Qingyang grinned and gave a thumbs up.

"Looking for death!"

Liu Fan's face turned completely cold. Even if he was in the Liu Kingdom, he would have a first-class status. When had he ever been laughed at like this?

Among the young generation below the Saint Realm of Liu Country, Liu Fan is definitely one of them. Even the strong men of Liu Country have deduced for him that once he enters the Saint Realm, with Liu Fan's talent, he will surely soar into the sky and no one can stop him.

Therefore, Liu Fan has always been very arrogant and very proud.

He has the capital.

"Come, I'll stand here!"

"Seek to be killed! Seek to be abused!"

Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword and laughed loudly.

"Swish!"

Liu Fan pinched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the magic sword stretched infinitely in an instant, like a dagger stabbing from a distance, stabbing at Fang Qingyang's eyebrows.

Liu Fan used this trick when he attacked Old Man Ye before.

His magic sword seemed to be able to stretch and retract at will, and it was hard to defend against.

"Interesting."

Fang Qingyang's mouth curled up, facing the assassination of the magic sword, his body flashed by in a flash, raised his hand and slapped the tip of the magic sword in his hand.

The terrifying sword light exploded on the spot, cutting Fang Qingyang's palm, and several blood marks formed, but it was just a superficial wound and did not cause too much trouble.

"I have heard that you have an amazing physique. It is good enough that you can take my sword. Not to mention the reverse fate realm, many Tianjiao in the same God Fate realm can't take my sword."

Liu Fan did not realize the seriousness of the matter. The corners of his mouth curved up, still with that high and mighty attitude, not taking Fang Qingyang seriously.

The Liu clan frowned, and one of them lowered his voice, "Go, ask the clan leader to come."

Not far away, a strong man from the Huo family witnessed this scene with his own eyes. They looked at each other and immediately went to inform the family.

Fang Qingyang is Fang Chen's elder brother, and the Huo family has a good relationship with the Fang family.

Now Fang Qingyang is very likely to be in danger, how can the Huo family not help?

"Guess how many moves Brother Fan can resolve the battle."

A Tianjiao of the Liu country chuckled.

Liu Ying thought, "With Brother Fan's talent and fighting power, it is not difficult to deal with him, but this kid is physically strong and cannot be guessed by ordinary people. I bet he can hold on for a hundred moves, but after a hundred moves, he will definitely be defeated."

She said this to give Liu Fan some room.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fang Qingyang is quite powerful.

It is definitely no problem for Liu Fan to deal with him, but the key is how many moves it can take to deal with him. As a genius of Liu Country, it is not a good thing if it takes too long, which will arouse other people's suspicion.

Zhongzhou genius, just so-so?

So, a quick battle is the right way.

"A hundred moves, about the same."

The other genius smiled lightly, "This kid has something, but his strength is limited. Brother Fan has basically no difficulty in killing him."

"Boom boom boom!"

Fang Qingyang and Liu Fan had exchanged dozens of swords in a moment, and the fleeting light and shadows wandered wildly in this world, making many kings and princes in the Godly Realm numb.

"Is he really only in the Ni Ming Realm?"

"If we really fight, I'm definitely not his opponent!"

A group of princes in the Divine Realm turned pale.

Over the years, they have witnessed the rise of countless geniuses, but no one has ever been comparable to Fang Qingyang in front of them.

This kid actually grew up in the Great Zhou Dynasty, a place where no one lives. It's really unimaginable.

Soon, a hundred moves passed.

Fang Qingyang not only did not fall into a disadvantage, but also suppressed Liu Fan in his means. No matter how strange and tricky Liu Fan's sword moves were, he was as steady as a mountain.

Liu Fan was inexplicably anxious. No matter how he attacked, he couldn't break the opponent's moves. How could he fight?

"Sword cut the sky!"

Accompanied by a roar, Liu Fan finally stopped hiding. He instantly held the sword with both hands and madly injected spiritual energy into the magic sword while swinging it.

Before this sword came out, it had already turned into a hundred meters in size, with surging spiritual energy. This sharp light chopped out, as if to tear the person apart.

Not to mention humans, all things in this world can hardly block this sword.

"I want to see how you, who are proud of your physique, can take my sword!"

Liu Fan shouted, his eyes became more fierce.

He felt that his combat power had reached the peak in this world. With all his means, even saints had to retreat, let alone him?

"To be honest, you are far worse than saints."

Fang Qingyang spoke every word. He had drawn his sword against saints, fought with saints, and personally killed Jiang Ding who had just reached the saint realm.

In his eyes, Liu Fan's so-called combat power beyond the king realm was really ridiculous. He had never reached that level and was just boasting.

Really, it was just so-so!

"Am I worse than a saint?"

This sentence seemed to have hit Liu Fan's lungs. He jumped up directly, and his pupils were full of blood-red light. "How dare you evaluate me like this? You are a dying man, what qualifications do you have to judge a genius?"

He never thought that he was worse than a saint, and he even boasted that he was invincible under the saint, especially in Dongzhou.

Facing a group of so-called geniuses from remote places, wouldn't he be able to crush them easily?

As a result, something went wrong.

Seeing the terrifying sword that covered the sky and earth and spanned the eternity coming, Fang Qingyang did not use the sword to resist, but stretched out his right hand and slapped it in front of everyone.

The hand of the wandering dragon!

"He is looking for death!"

Seeing this, everyone felt a little relieved.

Dare to use the flesh and blood to withstand Liu Fan's attack, it can only be said that there is a hole in the brain.

However, with a loud bang, Fang Qingyang actually slapped the terrifying giant sword condensed by spiritual energy to the spot.

The aftermath of the spiritual giant sword was overwhelming, and it washed over Fang Qingyang with all its might. His black hair was dancing wildly, and his clothes were rustling, but his body was motionless, like a mountain.

"Break it... for me!"

Fang Qingyang covered it with his palm, urged it with great force, and slapped it hard again. The spiritual giant sword seemed to be severely damaged and disappeared on the spot.

Liu Fan's so-called trump card was broken by Fang Qingyang.

"When I killed that guy, I said one sentence..."

"Today, I will give you this sentence intact."

"Zhongzhou Tianjiao, just... that!"

Fang Qingyang stood in the disintegrating spiritual energy, grinning.