The Art of the Great Sword

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Do you use spiritual energy to control the magic sword?"

"No, it's more than that!"

The appearance of Wan Jian Jue caused everyone's expressions to suddenly change.

There are many knowledgeable and powerful people among them. They have seen too many techniques and sword moves over the years, but no technique has ever shocked them so much!

Fang Qingyang's move really shocked everyone present.

The three elders couldn't sit still. They secretly clenched their fists with mixed emotions.

Especially Wei Wunian, how could he not recognize that one of the magic swords came from the hand of his son Wei Hui?

Seeing the power of this magic sword in Fang Qingyang's hands, Wei Wunian wanted to bite his teeth into pieces. Wei Hui, a loser, look at himself and then look at others.

After using the magic sword for so many years, it might as well be someone just getting started!

"boom!"

Another bolt of thunder struck down, as if even the world didn't want Fang Qingyang to continue breaking records.

Fang Qingyang pinched a magic seal with one hand, and the three magic swords easily turned around and pierced the thunder again.

"Puff puff puff!"

The three magic swords are not only fast, but also powerful enough.

In the blink of an eye, half a day passed.

"How much spiritual energy can this kid have?"

Someone couldn't help but ask.

His words plunged everyone into confusion.

Yes, how much spiritual energy does Fang Qingyang still have in his body?

He has been controlling three magic swords for half a day. During this half day, the consumption of his spiritual energy has been absolutely intense, even reaching an unimaginable level!

In the end, he managed to survive!

"puff!"

Fang Qingyang couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

He felt a little weak in the energy in his body, staggered several times, and almost fell down.

The power of Wan Jian Jue allowed him to persevere until now.

However, it is about to reach its limit.

"I'm going to... stick to it."

Fang Qingyang held his breath, bit the tip of his tongue, and used the short sting to survive the wave of thunder.

Time passes very slowly, minute by minute!

One of Fang Qingyang's arms was struck by thunder, and it was cut in half, leaving only a small part of the bone and flesh still connected, which was shocking.

He is still persisting!

The last hour!

The last half hour!

"boom!"

The world was unwilling to strike out the last thunderbolt. As long as it could survive, it would enter the thirty-first day, and it would successfully break Fang Xuanxiao's record and occupy the top spot alone!

That thunder seems simple and simple, but in fact it contains great terror.

Fang Qingyang was no longer able to control the three magic swords. He raised his hand and used his remaining strength to hold the Dragon Emperor Sword. He raised his head. Although his eyes were tired, they showed unprecedented determination.

It’s time for the decisive battle!

In the crowd, even the students from the other three colleges couldn't help but sweat for Fang Qingyang at this moment.

Over the past month, they have witnessed Fang Qingyang continue to create miracles.

From the beginning, he might not be able to survive even seven days, but later on, he directly conquers everyone!

"Hopefully he gets through it safely."

A student from the North Campus murmured.

Although the others did not speak, this became their common wish.

Thunder descends, violent and arrogant, without any emotion.

It's going to tear Fang Qingyang apart!

On the 31st, no one has ever been able to reach it.

Fang Qingyang stood up straight, raised the Dragon Emperor Sword, and faced the thunder.

Then, he squeezed the last spiritual energy in his body, his voice was hoarse, and turned into a blow, "One sword...kill the god!"

He had no strength left.

But he still persists!

"puff!"

Jian Guang faced Thunder.

There are no ravages of the past, only struggles.

Everyone held their breath and prayed for Fang Qingyang from the bottom of their hearts.

Old Man Ye didn't know when he was already standing under the thunder platform. He looked at Fang Qingyang's stubbornness in the picture, and a complicated color flashed in his eyes, "Xuan Xiao, you really...have a successor!" "

He knew Fang Xuanxiao for a long time.

When he met Fang Qingyang for the first time, Old Man Ye even recognized the Dragon Emperor Sword.

This is the sword that Fang Xuanxiao once used!

Although more than ten years had passed, he still recognized him at a glance.

At that time, Old Man Ye realized that Fang Qingyang was Fang Xuanxiao's son and had already received his inheritance, so he stopped thinking about accepting disciples.

I remember that back then, Fang Xuanxiao once said that he did not want his son to follow the same path as himself, because it was too difficult, too tiring, and too dangerous!

Unexpectedly, after experiencing so much, Fang Qingyang would still embark on the path of pursuit!

Meng Huan and all the students in the East Campus were so nervous that their faces turned pale.

Will this final blow succeed?

"Buzz!"

Brilliant thunder spread and exploded silently, covering the entire place!

"No picture?"

"I'm so worried. What's going to happen next?"

"well!"

Many people clenched their fists, not seeing the results made them feel like cats scratching their hearts.

After about ten breaths, the lightning dissipated and everything became clear again.

Fang Qingyang was covered in bruises and was standing on the stone pillar. He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, but everyone could detect a stubbornness in him that would rather die than admit defeat.

He... survived!

Time goes by, today is thirty-one days old!

"Dad, I...did it."

Fang Qingyang muttered to himself, and he raised his head with all his strength.

My father said in the ancient book that if I persisted for thirty days, there would be a second thing he left for me!

In the sky, a lot of light suddenly surged, and one of them was so fast that it instantly sank into Fang Qingyang's mind.

Then, Fang Qingyang felt that there was something in his dantian, and his injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin and flesh were as good as before, and even tougher. He recovered to the peak in a few breaths.

"Recovered?"

Fang Qingyang's eyes were surprised. He realized that he could continue to persist after recovering to the peak. Thirty-three days, thirty-fifth days, or even forty days are possible!

But he gave up moving forward after all.

Because Fang Qingyang did not forget the purpose of coming to Leiyuan!

He wanted to...vindicate his father!

Outside the thunder platform, a strong breath spread to the surroundings, and finally turned into a lightning that rushed straight into the sky. Although it was early in the morning, the whole Dongchuan City was completely alarmed.

Countless people raised their heads and looked towards the direction of Dongchuan Academy.

"Lightning filled the sky, Lei Yuan's record was broken!"

"It's true that the Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves!"

"Tsk tsk, Dongchuan Academy has recruited another genius."

And inside the academy, a terrifying divine thought suddenly swept from the inside.

You know, the academy not only has four major academies, but also has a more powerful core academy above the four major academies, and only the most talented people can enter it.

But the core academy has not been opened for many years, and the last time it recruited disciples was ten years ago!

That terrible breath was like a prehistoric beast suddenly awakened, with extremely terrifying power, causing the world to shatter and the clouds to dissipate. In the end, this thought fell on Fang Qingyang, and his soul fluctuated continuously.

"On the 31st, I broke... Fang Xuanxiao's record!"

The voice was very old, revealing surprise, "Are you willing to enter the core academy?"