The two separated again, both sides were gasping violently. It was only a three-minute competition just now, but the distance between the two people had reached more than hundreds of thousands of kilometers, and each of them had attacked no less than 100,000 swords. Even with the strength of the two people, such a fierce competition could only support three minutes, and it could not support any longer. However, such three minutes could make people like them create a massacre on the battlefield. With their swordsmanship and body skills, people with slightly worse strength could not even catch a sword. The strength of the sword master is definitely something that other professions cannot surpass.

Fang Qingjie laughed and said, "Okay, it's so satisfying." Yu Yang also laughed wildly: "Since you have achieved success in learning swords, even if you fight the most happily today, Fang Qingjie, I admit your strength. From then on, you will be my lifelong opponent, and I will defeat you." His speech was full of strong confidence.

After laughing, Fang Qingjie said seriously: "Son of Yuyang, I recognize you. You are the only person who can compete with me in swordsmanship. You must be careful. If you have the chance next time, I will find you to compete with swordsmanship." "I am waiting for you, and I hope you will make progress faster, otherwise you will have to lose next time."

After Yu Yang finished speaking, he inserted his sword and returned to the sheath, retracted it into his body, and turned toward the ring. Fang Qingjie did not stop him. Cara Roosevelt understood and announced that this game was still a match or a draw. No one had any objections to this ruling. Although the battle just now took a short time, it had already made the two of them use all their strength. Since such a full-strength battle cannot be decided, it would be a waste of time to continue fighting. They all knew that unless it was a battle between life and death, both sides fought to the end, it was up to the point where the physical energy and true energy of that one would be exhausted first, and then the winner could be decided. However, that was meaningless, because this was the ring, not a battlefield. Therefore, Yu Yang did not fight any further.

Yu Yang walked to his two companions and said, "I can't beat him." Shen Yang nodded and said, "You have tried your best. He is indeed very powerful. What's even more terrifying is that he is dozens of years younger than us." "Shen Yang, it depends on you." "I'm not sure to beat him. Yu Yang, do you think he has done his best?" "I don't know, I can't judge. The strength he showed is completely different from when competing with Zhan Yang. I really can't judge whether he did his best. Maybe he still retains a relatively strong strength. This guy, his strength is really bottomless." Yu Yang said very honestly.

Next, as before, Fang Qingjie took another bottle of holy water, and then meditated on the spot to reply. After two battles, no one dared to underestimate Fang Qingjie. Although this enemy is not very old, his strength is amazing. Facing such an enemy is not a good thing. What's more serious is that I don't know how many perverts like Fang Qingjie are in the Yanhuang clan. Once they really start a war with the Yanhuang clan, they will face an enemy like Fang Qingjie.

The Pope and others who have been watching the battle were a little speechless. Kraft* Lingguang Grand Master said: "Only one outstanding person from the new generation has become so strong. I really don't know what their previous generations will be." The Minister of Doctrine Owen Zhiguang said: "According to the information we have obtained, the people created from the inheritance base have the highest qualifications. If the information we have obtained is correct, the first thousand people should be legendary as the sacred body, from one thousand to ten thousand people is the sacred body, and from one thousand to one million people is the sacred body. This Fang Qingjie is obviously not created from the inheritance base, but should be the descendant of the first generation of the sacred body. And he is a descendant of the direct descendant. In this way, the strength of their fathers should be a hundred times greater than that of him. I think it can be at least higher than that of the hidden angels of four to five kalpas."

Everyone nodded in recognition of this inference. The same sacred body (that is, the innate body mentioned in the Yanhuang clan), but the first generation created tribe members (the division of the Yanhuang clan should be the second generation, and Han Wenzheng is the real first generation) are more than a thousand years older than Fang Qingjie and more than a thousand years of accumulation. Their strength is naturally dozens or even hundreds of times stronger than a young man like Fang Qingjie.

Three hours passed, Fang Qingjie stood up, and after Cara Roosevelt asked as usual, he announced the start of the third competition. Shenyang walked onto the ring and said after the salute: "Being able to compete with a top expert like Second Lieutenant Fang is indeed a great pleasure in life. My two brothers were not very happy before, so I can understand that Second Lieutenant Fang had some reservations, but this is the third game. Second Lieutenant Fang would better show all his strength, because there is no need to keep it anymore."

Fang Qingjie smiled and said, "In this way, the Holy Son of Shenyang thinks he is much stronger than the Holy Son of Zhan Yang and the Holy Son of Yu Yang? That's really a congratulations." This is a congratulation on the surface, but he is a striking and alienation in his bones. "I dare not say that I am much stronger than my two brothers, but it is a fact that I am a little stronger than them. If I don't show all my strength, I will probably lose." Shenyang said naturally that as the boss of the Five Saints, Shenyang is still very confident in his strength. Fang Qingjie couldn't choose and alienate, so he naturally no longer said anything else. It's not a good thing to say too much. So, Yiheng Xingchen Sword said, "Okay, I'll come and learn about the tricks of the Holy Son of Shenyang, please show off your weapons."

The Holy Son of Shenyang shook his fists with both hands and said, "I have never liked weapons, so my fists are my weapon." Fang Qingjie's pupils contracted slightly and said, "I didn't expect that the Holy Son of Shenyang is actually a boxer?" The boxer, also known as the boxer, is an extremely biased profession in the Shenguang clan. There are not many people practicing. Just like the Thunder Swordsman of Yuyang, they are professions that are very few people practice. Once this kind of profession is achieved, it is very powerful.

Shenyang smiled and said, "Yes, I am a boxer. I have been more powerful since I was a child and my physical fitness is different from that of ordinary people. Therefore, I like fighting very much, especially when I hit people with fists. As time goes by, I don't like other weapons and use fists specifically, so I become a boxer."

Fang Qingjie inserted the sword and returned to the sheath, put the Star Sword in his left hand on his back, and fixed it with the belt on his waist, saying, "Since the Holy Son of Shenyang is a boxer, I cannot bully it with a sword. My Yanhuang clan has always been fair. Since you give me a fair battle, I will use my fists to meet the noble boxer for a while, and see whether the noble boxer is strong or the martial artist of my Yanhuang clan is strong."

To be honest, fighting with fists, the Yanhuang clan is an expert among experts. Take the witch clan for example. They have always used their own fists to fight. As for the Yanhuang clan in ancient times, there are many martial artists. Many of them like to use their bodies as weapons. In the ancient saying of the Yanhuang clan, there is always a saying: "Weapons, no matter how powerful weapons are, they are external objects that can be used, but they cannot be relied on. The only thing people can rely on is their own body, because weapons can leave your side, but your hands and feet will never be able to leave you."

Shenyang said: "I didn't expect that Xiaowei Fang knew how to use fists besides practicing swords." "I can't only know how to use fists, but also feet. Shenyang Holy Son, you have to be careful. My Yanhuang clan martial artist is not like a boxer. Boxers only know how to use fists, but my Yanhuang clan martial artists can use weapons all over their body, not just limited to their hands. Our hands are not only fists, but also can change thousands of ways. Fists, palms, fingers, elbows, etc., and can transform into swords, guns, and swords, with endless wonderful uses. Therefore, although I do not use weapons in my name, I can still use swords. Swords are not limited to not having swords in my hand. A true swordsman is a divine sword that has been tempered thousands of times."

This is true. In the past, there was a sword-tracking senior named Dugu Qiubai. Before he was twenty years old, he was storming the world with sharp swords. At the age of thirty, he was smiling and proud of the world with a heavy sword. By the age of forty, he had reached the point where both plants and trees could be swords. After he was forty, he gradually advanced to the realm of no swords and swords. Fang Qingjie's cultivation was naturally a hundred times that of this senior, and his cultivation in swords was no less than that of this senior. It can be said that having a sword but no sword (referring to an ordinary sword, innate spiritual treasure-level swords must be calculated separately) had little impact on him.

Shenyang smiled and said, "Emperor Fang's talent is indeed amazing. I am far from my strength at your age. I am not a genius. When I was one hundred years old, I still lost more and won less when I fought, because others have powerful magical equipment and countless magical techniques. But I only have my own fists. Therefore, I lose even if I fight, but I never know how to give up. I am still stubborn with my fists. When I was one hundred years old, I finally understood, my

Fist is the best artifact, and my cultivation finally succeeded. That year, I became the new generation of holy sons. It has been 92 years since then. I have never lost at the age of 92 because I only specialize in my fist. Second Lieutenant Fang is amazingly talented, but he is greedy and has practiced all kinds of abilities. In this way, you are destined to be your most specialty. You may still have an advantage in other opponents, but you will only lose when facing me who specializes in fist."

Fang Qingjie's pupils contracted again. Of course, he knew what Shenyang said. In fact, every Yanhuang clan knew that whether it was better than proficiency or proficiency was never determined. If you are good at proficiency and specializing in one skill, you can concentrate a lot of time and energy to practice this subject. After a long time, you will naturally be able to understand the extremely profound realm and truly reach the realm of breaking ten thousand methods with one sword, breaking ten thousand methods with one sword, and breaking ten thousand methods with one punch.

However, this kind of specialization is often very disadvantaged in the early stage. Before his strength increases, he will definitely abuse those who practice many skills to death. During the Battle of the Gods, Luo Xuan of Jie Sect, who is the master god of Fire Department today, has a fire-type cultivation level of the Jie Sect. He has been practicing fire throughout his life, and is invincible against other monks. However, after encountering Princess Longji who specializes in water, he was abused very badly. Therefore, many people want to practice more skills, so that they can gain an advantage in the battle and switch abilities according to the enemy's special practice, so that they can easily defeat their opponents.
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