The Art of the Great Sword

Facing Fang Qingyang, Lu Ningwei was actually a little timid, as if she was inferior to him for no reason.

At first, when she was just accepted as a disciple by Liu Mu, she was so high and mighty that she could crush Fang Qingyang to death with just a move, just like crushing an ant.

But now, he has grown to a point that she could not imagine.

The Lu family was destroyed, the Tianhuo Sect was destroyed, and the Liu clan was also destroyed.

Fang Qingyang was like a nightmare, always following her around, and she could not get rid of him no matter what, but he succeeded every time.

This made Lu Ningwei's hatred even stronger!

In this war, as Fang Qingyang said, one of them must die.

Lu Ningwei felt that the person who died could never be herself.

Then... it was you!

"Blue Frost Sword Dance."

Lu Ningwei's figure was as fast as lightning, flashing back and forth like light. At this moment, her figure was completely invisible between heaven and earth, and only the Blue Frost Holy Sword slashed through the void.

Swish!

Dozens of extremely sharp rays of light passed through Fang Qingyang's chest, waist, neck, back... and many other places, leaving bloodstains everywhere.

Fang Qingyang stood proudly, facing the multiple sword lights, his expression never changed, which was the strength of his physique.

Lu Ningwei's speed was getting faster and faster, and she had completely integrated into this world. She kept swinging the Qingshuang Holy Sword, turning into invisible sword light, which was hard to defend against.

Fang Qingyang had hundreds of wounds on his body, and a large area of ​​skin on his back was torn, and blood was gushing out, but he never moved.

"He... is he powerless to resist?"

"It feels like he can't keep up with the opponent's movements at all. If this continues, he will die of exhaustion!"

"Yes, it's the most fatal thing to be unable to see the opponent at all. There is no way to fight!"

Many monks watching gasped and were amazed.

Lu Ningwei's Qingshuang Sword Dance really brought her body movements to the extreme. Gradually, they saw the area in the void where the Qingshuang Holy Sword passed through condensed into bursts of snowflakes and cold frost, covering Fang Qingyang's body.

These snowflakes and cold frost were just illusions, not entities, but they still gave people a weird feeling, and they didn't understand what they were used for.

Lu Ningwei's speed was getting faster and faster, like a flash of lightning, and she poured a lot of offensive power on Fang Qingyang in the blink of an eye. As the wounds increased, Fang Qingyang was covered in blood and looked extremely cold.

Swish!

With another loud noise, Lu Ningwei stabbed out the last sword.

This sword pierced Fang Qingyang's heart, but it was locked by the tense muscles after only two inches, and it was difficult to move forward.

Lu Ningwei and Fang Qingyang looked at each other.

A cruel smile appeared on her lips, "So what if you have a strong physique? You are far inferior to me in terms of physical skills!"

After saying that, Lu Ningwei drew back the magic sword sharply, and shouted coldly, "Blue Frost Sword Formation, Explode!"

Instantly, the snowflakes and cold frosts condensed in the void flashed one by one. Fang Qingyang was in the formation and it was difficult to avoid.

Boom boom boom!

After all the snowflakes and cold frosts were lit up, a terrifying explosion occurred in an instant, and a large amount of sword intent exploded, turning into countless tiny sword qi, piercing Fang Qingyang's limbs and bones.

But Fang Qingyang's body disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

"Water substitute!"

Lu Ningwei's pupils shrank. She had learned about Fang Qingyang. He practiced both magic and had a trick of water substitute that could save his life at a critical moment.

She knew this clearly, so she was prepared.

Even though he could use the water substitute, this move was extremely energy-consuming and he couldn't use it frequently. If he could dodge one move, could he dodge all his trump cards?

Fang Qingyang appeared silently behind Lu Ningwei. His body movements were also as fast as lightning, and he punched Lu Ningwei on the back of the head.

Bang!

The Qingshuang Holy Sword was placed back, blocking Fang Qingyang's punch.

Lu Ningwei turned her body, and her beautiful figure stretched freely in the void. Like a backhand, she stabbed backhand and stabbed directly into Fang Qingyang's shoulder.

She saw that Fang Qingyang was covered with wounds, which were the traces left by the Qingshuang Sword Dance. Sure enough, he only dodged the explosion of the Qingshuang Sword Formation, and all the previous attacks were taken without exception.

So what if he dodged?

Lu Ningwei only felt very mocking, the wounds were real.

She drew back the Qingshuang Holy Sword, a fierce murderous intent flashed between her eyebrows, and she used one of her trump cards again.

She put a spiritual pattern on the sword, and with the surging of terrifying waves and storms, a slender and white arm holding the sword stabbed Fang Qingyang in the face.

With the blessing of the spiritual pattern, this sword was faster!

But this time, Fang Qingyang grabbed the tip of the sword with his right hand.

The hand of the wandering dragon.

He sneered, "Do you really think that I can't dodge those sword moves before? I'm just... observing your position and sword habits."

The sudden change made Lu Ningwei's heart tremble.

She shouted and chopped down with the sword, but felt that Fang Qingyang's palm did not move at all, directly restricting all her movements.

Bang!

Fang Qingyang pulled Lu Ningwei's figure close to him with his right hand, and without hesitation, he met her with his left fist, hitting Lu Ningwei's lower abdomen.

Puff!

Lu Ningwei's body could not match Fang Qingyang's. After being hit by a punch, she stepped back several steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fang Qingyang's attack was fully launched. A golden light flashed in his pupils, and his whole body was covered with golden dragon scales. This was the magical power of the True Dragon Emperor's heart, the Dragon Transformation Technique.

Crackling!

Fang Qingyang's fists were like a violent storm. He was a sword cultivator, but only by punching like this, hitting the flesh with every punch, could he experience the pleasure of completely crushing the opponent.

You want to kill me?

Then I will beat you to death with my fists!

After just a few punches, Lu Ningwei's beautiful face was deformed, her nose was broken, her cheeks collapsed, and she looked extremely miserable.

The group of cultivators were dumbfounded when they saw it.

"This... this is too unkind to women."

"What a beautiful woman, are you really willing to hit her with a heavy punch?"

"It hurts me to see it."

The group of cultivators looked at each other with regret.

胡宇听在耳中，忍不住嗤之以鼻，“别舔了，一群舔狗，你要是不忍，就上去替她挨揍去，这都生死战了，还怜香惜玉.......再说了, You pity me, people usually don’t look at you more, you are so sentimental, bah!”

The monks glared at Hu Yu fiercely, feeling very unhappy, but they did not dare to cause trouble, so they could only slander him in a low voice.

Inside the venue.

Fang Qingyang's offensive continues.

Lu Ningwei was hit with injuries all over her body. She was as miserable as she could be. Her clothes were torn in many places and blood was flying... She had never been treated like this before.

boom!

As Fang Qingyang stepped down, Lu Ningwei was smashed into the ground on the spot, creating a deep pit of tens of meters in the ground, and she was dying.

Fang Qingyang glanced at it with a sneer, then raised the Dragon Emperor Sword again, "It's time... to end it."

As he spoke, he stabbed downwards with his sword!

Extremely decisive!