The Art of the Great Sword

After a moment of silence, the city erupted into roaring cheers.

Anyang, as a genius at the ninth level of the Yuan Dan Realm, had killed countless geniuses from the Sword Dynasty through challenges, severely damaging his own morale every time.

However, this time, not only Anyang, but also other geniuses were completely killed!

This is a joy!

Especially those three powerful men in the princely realm, they only felt a sense of pleasure rising to the sky and completely erupting in their chests.

It's not that the Sword Dynasty doesn't have geniuses, it's just that Anyang was too powerful in the past, and no one could withstand the cuts he made with his broadsword.

"Qingyang is really as powerful as your father back then!"

Some princes were so excited that their expressions changed.

Fang Qingyang walked back into the city, a flash of regret in his eyes. When he came to the battlefield, what he yearned for was not this kind of battle of the same level.

At the same level, no matter how magnificent he is, it can only kill him instantly with one move.

He wants to fight against a strong man in the supernatural realm!

evening.

A grand welcome party was held in Boulder City.

Specially held for Fang Qingyang!

At the banquet, although everyone exercised some restraint, they still drank a lot.

Fang Qingyang has always been very calm. This is not a big scene for him, he is used to it.

"Junior brother."

After three rounds of drinking, Zhang Baoxuan came over drunkenly and said, "With your talent, it's so easy to reach the magical realm. Why haven't you been promoted yet?"

"Because my time on the list of geniuses was too short."

Fang Qingyang smiled and said, "According to the rules, you can only be rewarded if you can maintain your ranking on the Tianjiao List for more than a month. I have just reached the top of the list. If I am promoted like this, I will not be able to receive the training resource rewards issued by the Sword Dynasty!"

"you......"

Zhang Baoxuan was stunned. He never thought that this was the real reason for Fang Qingyang. He even felt that he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Just for those training resources?"

Zhang Baoxuan asked back, it's not that the training resources are not important, but his own promotion is more important, so he doesn't understand.

"Senior Brother Zhang, although you did not come from a wealthy family when you were young, your parents were able to provide you with a lot of training resources. You don't quite understand how our small family at the bottom of the family grew up step by step."

Fang Qingyang sighed, "I have experienced the kind of life where you take more, and others can only take less. I have experienced it since I was a child, so any cultivation resources are very important to me."

Zhang Baoxuan, who had always been lively and cheerful, fell silent.

This was the first time he learned about Fang Qingyang's past.

It seems that his ability to develop such a strong mind is also related to his past experiences.

After drinking.

Fang Qingyang was resting in the camp when suddenly there was a sound of urgent marching outside. He immediately got up and rushed out, finding that all the captains and above were gathering.

"What's going on?"

Fang Qingyang was a little surprised. He pulled a captain and asked.

The captain glanced at him and said with a serious expression, "Night march, urgent summons, this is the general's order. You continue to guard Boulder City and stay where you are."

Obviously he knew Fang Qingyang, so he patiently explained to him. If it were anyone else, he might not even bother to talk to him.

Uncle Murong's night march order was so urgent. Could it be that there was some important action... Fang Qingyang's expression changed slightly, but the other party did not issue other orders, so he had to give up.

This is a battlefield, not a sword dynasty. It is a warrior's duty to obey orders.

So, he watched dozens of captains who were at level five or above of the magical power realm gather together, and secondly, he saw three terrifying figures rising into the sky, it was the three princes.

Even the princes have been dispatched, and Boulder City is completely empty. What kind of war is this? Fang Qingyang took a deep breath, he was very concerned, but sometimes caring is useless, because It's not his turn yet.

He only knows one thing, if this matter was not very important, Uncle Murong would never take advantage of him like this!

Back at the camp, Fang Qingyang slept very uneasily and didn't fall asleep for a long time. He simply entered the Dragon Emperor Sword with his consciousness and began to continue to hone his sword skills.

"That's right. Your swordsmanship and physical skills are perfectly integrated."

The middle-aged man put his hands on his back and pointed at the side, "However, there are still some flaws that you should pay attention to. That is, when you switch between two completely different sword techniques, there will be a moment of pause in the middle. This is also caused by your lack of smooth connection. "

Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, "Master, please tell me how to solve it!"

"Then open your eyes for me."

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, and a magic sword transformed by spiritual energy appeared in his hand. The next moment, he suddenly thrust forward. The sharp sword light seemed to contain endless power of rules, making Fang Qingyang tremble all over.

Although he did not use any spiritual energy, Fang Qingyang still sensed the horror of this sword. No matter what kind of being faced with this sword, it was impossible to escape and could only take it hard.

If it can be said that his sword to kill the god was integrated with his overwhelming insight and he had vaguely touched the edge of the rules, then the middle-aged man's sword could be called the rules themselves!

Or so to speak, he created the rules.

The sword came out. Before it was completely released, the middle-aged man changed his moves again. The strong sword energy was like a mountain-shattering hammer. He switched attack methods in an instant and hit the void in front of him.

At this moment, the void with a radius of several kilometers completely collapsed!

A large number of space cracks formed, dense sword energy wandered in all directions, and the void was shattered to pieces, which was shocking.

"Look, this is where your connection is not in place. One sword follows another. It is true that each sword represents a different momentum, but why don't you try to make it more natural?"

The middle-aged man retracted his hand and smiled lightly, "My sword initially represented absolute rules and was extremely sharp. Anyone would have to avoid it, but it suddenly changed when it was about to fall. Aren't you hiding? Then I will The void in front of you is smashed, this is called flexible use, this is called treacherous and changeable!"

Fang Qingyang looked at this scene deeply, as if something kept breaking into his mind. The master was right, his previous swordsmanship was still too limited.

Each move can only exert one kind of power, but what if it is fused and used with one sword, two different offensives are integrated into it, and it can be changed at any time?

Wouldn’t it be more difficult for the enemy to resist!

"Thank you Master!"

Fang Qingyang was overjoyed and continued to practice diligently.

Early the next morning.

Fang Qingyang was still asleep when he was woken up by the noise outside.

He opened the curtain of the tent and walked out. The first ray of sunlight shone in the east. The early morning meant hope, but what he saw next left him completely stunned.