The Art of the Great Sword

"The giant hammer smashed Fang Qingyang's head and it actually broke?"

"How tough must his body be!"

"Too exaggerated."

"One...one sword killed Huang Rutie in one second!"

After the silence, the audience exploded.

Countless people witnessed this battle and found it unbelievable.

Fang Qingyang is much stronger than they thought!

"Swish!"

An elder of Yao Chi Holy Land stood up angrily, "When the Tianjiao fights, peace is the most precious. You clearly have the victory, but you still want to kill him..."

"I want to kill him!"

Fang Qingyang's face was frank.

"You...you are so presumptuous!"

The elder obviously didn't expect Fang Qingyang to admit it so readily, and was speechless for a while.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Fang Qingyang scratched his ears, "The rules are clearly stated in the front. You either admit defeat voluntarily or you can fight to the death if you don't. He didn't admit defeat in time, so you blame me?" "You have a strong physique, but you deliberately used the sword to resist the rain of fire, giving him the illusion that you are not strong enough!" The elder roared, "Then you broke his defense with your fists and feet to stimulate his fighting spirit. When he thought you were going to fight him to the end with your physical body, you suddenly used your sword to kill his weak point and killed him with one blow!" "You... You are shameless!" At the end, the elder was obviously furious and cursed. "Where is shameless?" Fang Qingyang was shocked, "I like to use the sword to block the rain of fire. I like to use fists first and then swords! What's wrong, is it not allowed? I am a great sword cultivator. I don't draw the sword. Do you really think I can't use the sword? How can there be such a reason in this world?" He had the intention to kill from the beginning, but Huang Rutie's body was too hard. Using the sword to suppress the opponent directly would make him afraid and admit defeat in advance. Therefore, Fang Qingyang would resort to some tricks.

"Yes, Yao Chi Holy Land is a bit shameless."

"It's really cheap to keep pestering."

"They are reasonable and have no violations. Why are you holding on to them?"

Many audience members spoke up.

They were all immersed in Fang Qingyang's clean and neat killing and had not come back to their senses for a long time.

This is the real battle of the geniuses!

Full of details everywhere!

"Sit back."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

The elder trembled all over, dared not say a word, and sat back immediately.

"Next game."

Jiang Ding waved his hand, "Such a big commotion, if others see it, they will think that Yao Chi Holy Land can't afford to lose!"

Fang Qingyang walked off the stage and sat back in his seat.

"Okay, junior brother, you can be considered to be promoting the prestige of our East Academy."

Zhang Baoxuan patted Fang Qingyang's shoulder fiercely, and then said happily, "It's just that I didn't make the top ten, otherwise, I would definitely make my East Academy famous with you!"

Meng Huan beside him looked at him with a smile, but didn't expose him.

"The impact of this battle is not that big, and we have to wait for the comprehensive evaluation later."

Old man Ye said lazily, "However, it's always good to win a few more games. I believe other potential opponents will also regard you as the biggest threat."

"It doesn't matter."

Fang Qingyang chuckled, "If it was before, I would still be afraid, but now General Murong is back, and President Xia has also seen my potential. What if I go crazy?"

"If you don't go crazy, you're in vain!"

His eyes flickered, and he spoke every word.

The people around him nodded, it really makes sense.

The scene of each battle will keep changing, and it may be beneficial to one side of the genius.

For example, in the battle at the crater, if Fang Qingyang's physique was not strong, if he were replaced by other great sword cultivators, the rain of fire every twenty breaths would be enough for him!

Not to mention, from time to time there are monsters that sneak out from under the magma to attack.

Huang Rutie will have an absolute advantage by relying on his physique!

It can only be said that Fang Qingyang is too strong and won too quickly. Some things in the scene have not been shown at all.

The first round of the battle ended quickly.

The five winners of this battle are Fang Qingyang, Tang Yueyue, Sikong Teng, Yun Pengfei and Su Zhe.

Three Tianjiaos from Yaochi Holy Land lost in the first round.

Of course, losing does not mean elimination, but waiting first.

Because the strength of the matched opponents is different, the waiting contestants have one chance to revive.

According to the rules, the five waiting contestants will fight each other, eliminate two, and decide three.

These three will join the five, a total of eight people for the next round of duel.

But because Huang Rutie was killed, the original five candidates became four. According to the rules, only four people can fight, one person will be eliminated, and three people will be resurrected.

"After the four of you have rested, go on stage to fight."

The referee said, "After the scene changes, you will go on stage together and have a four-person melee; half an hour later, we will decide the three who will advance based on their performance!"

The four nodded.

Fan Yu took a deep breath. He was facing two Yao Chi Holy Land Tianjiao and Chen Xun from Tianzong Academy. The probability of advancing was still not small.

He clenched his fist and recovered his breath.

"You are now representing the North Court, and you must at least enter the top eight!"

Baman said in a deep voice, and then he took out a spiritual weapon, "This is a battle armor of the upper magical realm level. Relying on it, your own defense can be improved. You must win for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Fan Yu nodded. The pressure was great, but he could only face it.

Soon, the four people on the field stepped onto the stage.

Everyone's eyes were calm, waiting for the next scene change.

Each scene change was random, which might be beneficial to sword cultivators or physical cultivators.

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by a roar, everyone felt their feet shaking.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a huge wilderness.

The jungle was lush and extremely quiet, and even their own breathing could be heard clearly.

The quieter it was, the more tricky it was.

They suddenly raised their eyes and looked at the other three.

Everyone slowly retreated, looking for a position that was beneficial to them, to ensure that they would not be attacked by others first.

Is this scene just a simple wilderness?

Or are there other variables?

"Swish!"

Dozens of monsters rushed out of the jungle at a very fast speed, and fiercely killed the four people.

The four people's faces changed, and they responded quickly.

Each monster was about the eighth level of the Yuandan realm, very powerful and extremely ferocious.

As the four of them were dealing with it, the referee's voice rang out in the air, "The beast tide will repeat every fifty breaths. You need to deal with the beast tide and the attacks of others at the same time. The game will end after half an hour, and the person with the worst performance will be eliminated!"

The meaning is very clear, to compete with each other under the pressure of the beast tide.

The strong will win, and the weak will be eliminated!

The eyes of the four people became cold and sharp at the same time.

The elimination rate is very low, and none of them want to be the one to be eliminated.

After the four of them dealt with the monsters at the fastest speed, they fought on the spot!

Sword light, skills, huge waves, roar...

Incessant!