Although basic swordsmanship is an introductory swordsmanship, not everyone can easily understand the profound truths and mysteries within it. This requires a great deal of time accumulation and perception. Fang Chen doesn't believe that Xia Yuan can achieve this.
Sure enough, the battle on the stage soon became one-sided. In Yun Qianqian's hands, this basic swordsmanship is quite spiritual. The offensive is fast and fierce. Let alone counterattacking, Xia Yuan can barely block it after a while!
"Ding!" Yun Qianqian thrust her sword backward and stabbed it on Xia Yuan's sword body. Taking advantage of the moment when Xia Yuan couldn't pull back his sword in time, she smoothly retracted her long sword and held it horizontally in front of Xia Yuan's neck. "You lost."
Surprisedly looking at the sword blade in front of his neck. Immediately, a glint of annoyance flashed in Xia Yuan's eyes. He should have known better than to be so arrogant...
Everyone below the stage looked at each other. They opened their mouths wide but didn't know what to say.
So it turns out that basic swordsmanship can be so powerful!
After Li Lanfeng came on stage and announced the result, he scanned the entire venue. This time's grand competition of the seven peaks is truly wonderful. Thinking of this, the smile on Li Lanfeng's face became even stronger. "According to the rules, the third stage begins. The first place will have a bye. The remaining two qualifications to enter the Sword Tomb will be decided by the bottom four. Of course, if anyone is not convinced, they can also choose to challenge."
Li Lanfeng looked at the four people below the stage and said seriously, "Is there any challenger?"
The spirit of the artifact in the heavenly book needs the Soul Suppressing Stone. With my strength, I should be able to easily defeat Song Ruifeng. In this way, Zhang Kuang can naturally have a bye. Then Senior Sister only needs to win against Lian Rongsheng to have the opportunity to enter the Sword Tomb. So let's help Senior Sister while we're at it. Thinking of this, Fang Chen stepped forward and said, "I want to challenge."
Everyone was stunned. Immediately, Li Lanfeng understood Fang Chen's intention. The originally serious expression also softened a lot. "Have you thought it through?"
Just as Fang Chen was about to answer, he suddenly felt the heavy pressure from several gazes fall on him. Looking up, the Sect Leader Zhang Chunyang and the others sitting opposite the martial arts arena were all looking at him at this time.
Zhang Chunyang just glanced at him indifferently and then continued to close his eyes and rest. Wu Qingfeng's eyes were full of mockery. And on Song Huiyang's originally indifferent face, there was now faintly killing intent.
Humph! I'm just challenging your son. But you actually want to kill me! Fang Chen's expression turned cold. He said in a deep voice, "I've thought it through!"
Although Li Lanfeng knew what had happened, he could only secretly shake his head. "Please invite Junior Brother Song and Junior Brother Fang to come on stage. The loser will lose the qualification to enter the Sword Tomb."
Standing firmly on the stage, Fang Chen coldly looked at Song Ruifeng. Like father, like son. Originally, he still wanted to hold back. But now it seems there is no need for that!
"Although I don't know what method you used to get out of being a waste. But I have to say, when it comes to seeking death, you really have practiced it to perfection." It seemed that except for contempt, there would be no other expression on Song Ruifeng's face.
"Can we start now?" Fang Chen didn't pay any attention to Song Ruifeng at all. He just looked at Li Lanfeng and said indifferently.
"Yes." Li Lanfeng was slightly stunned. Then he quickly walked down the martial arts arena.
"Yin!" A flash of cold light. The long sword was unsheathed. The sound of the sword hum only spread after Fang Chen swung his sword and slashed at Song Ruifeng.
Song Ruifeng had a gloomy face and exchanged a sword strike with Fang Chen. With contempt and anger, he said, "Even if you have comprehended sword intent. But to me, you! Are still a waste!"
As soon as the words fell, Song Ruifeng's sword intent burst out from within his body. The strong wind it brought up whistled and lifted the long hair of the two people.
Seeing this, a sneer curled up at the corner of Fang Chen's mouth. His sword intent soared into the sky. In the surrounding space, the cold light flashed and disappeared instantly.
The entire martial arts arena was filled with a murderous aura. Everyone watching the battle below the stage felt a chill on their necks. It was as if a sharp sword would attack them in the next moment.
Unexpectedly, before the two sword intents could collide, Song Ruifeng's sword intent suddenly lost its momentum. It was like a subject seeing a king. It actually looked as if it was trembling.