Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

"Kill me?"

Qi Liang's eyes moved sideways, and a dozen more people came from the darkness, all of them disciples of the Demon Sect, vaguely surrounding Fang Qingge.

Three days and two nights had passed since he summoned his disciples, and now they finally arrived one after another.

"What now?"

Qi Liang smiled proudly, "After that move just now, you must have very little mana left, right?"

Such powerful moves must consume a lot of mana. Even if he is an intermediate level of the Lost Way, it will be difficult to maintain.

"Huh, let's try it then!"

Fang Qingge stood tall, but his heart sank slightly. After a night of running and the attack just now, he did not have much mana left in his body, but...

Fang Qingge glanced at the unconscious Luo Changtian behind him, his eyes became firmer, but he would not give up on his friends!

Even if you die, you must die before your friends!

Because...this is His way.

Protect the people around you from being bullied, protect the people in the world from suffering, and protect the way of heaven from being trampled on!

Keep the peace of heaven and earth forever!

"kill!"

Qi Liang took the lead and took the lead, and everyone behind him swarmed up and attacked using various means.

Fang Qingge clenched the sword in her hand, lips and teeth parted slightly, "Qinglian said."

In an instant, the green long sword in his hand bloomed like a green lotus. Shadows condensed from around the sword body, stacking up layer by layer. Looking at it in a daze, they looked like lotus leaves, which was extremely beautiful.

"go!"

Fang Qingge put his fingers together, put his sword finger between his eyebrows, said softly in surprise, his sword intention flew like a lotus, and he immediately rushed into the crowd.

Qi Liang was shocked, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel admiration. He was indeed Fang Qingge.

Let's not talk about his superb strength for the moment, but let's talk about the loyalty that goes out of his way for his friends and is not afraid of life and death, which is admirable.

Who wouldn't want to have a friend like this who can be relied upon at critical moments.

"well……"

Qi Liang blocked the shadow of the sword with a sword. Although he admired it in his heart, he was merciless in his attack. The two of them had different stances, so they could only face each other with swords.

"I have an outstanding talent for Qingge in human language. I created my own "Qingge Sword Intention" which is world-famous. Today I saw that it is really extraordinary. I happen to have some experience in the way of swordsmanship, so I asked for advice today!"

"Feel free to come over here!" Fang Qingge was alert and did not underestimate Qi Liang.

After Qi Liang said this, he slowly closed his eyes, and with a flick of his hand, the sword blade hung upside down above his head, spinning continuously and making a slight sword sound.

A layer of dark green halo condensed from the tip of the sword. It was very small at first, like a mung bean. As the sword rotated faster and faster, the mung bean expanded rapidly and slowly turned into a ball of light the size of a fist.

The light group gradually stretched and spread out, and a shadow was revealed in it. It was the shadow of a long sword, with its whole body dark green.

As the light group gradually shrank, the sword body was revealed bit by bit, and finally merged with the blade hanging upside down above the head, turning into a brand new dark green long sword.

Qi Liang's fingers bluffed, and the long sword fell into his hand. He gently stroked the sword body, his tone full of nostalgia, "This sword is called "Qianying", and it is a relic left to me by my mother,"

As he spoke, his eyebrows were lowered, and his whole body exuded an aura of loneliness. The sadness in his heart infected the surrounding air, making people blend into it unconsciously.

Jiang Qinqin lamented, and for some reason, she suddenly remembered the past, the suffering she suffered in her childhood, and her father who was killed by her own hands.

Fang Qingge was alert. In his perception, Qi Liang's "meaning" had changed, becoming more dangerous and threatening.

"Fang Qingge, everyone in the world says that you are the number one genius in the art of swordsmanship, but I am not convinced. I have been practicing swordplay in front of my mother's grave since I was a child, and I have never stopped for a day. It has been more than fifty years now."

Qi Liang stretched his eyebrows and pointed his sword at the blue sky, "Today, under the witness of my mother, I will prove my swordsmanship."

Fang Qingge's expression became more solemn, and she nodded gently, "Okay."

The two people's eyes met, and the two artistic conceptions were intertwined. Unseen by Jiang Qinqin and others, a secret battle had begun.

At this time, Luo Qingwei arrived with people, and at a glance he saw the two people confronting each other in the field, and also saw Luo Changtian, whose life or death was uncertain on the ground.

"elder brother!"

Luo Qingwei screamed in surprise, flew to Luo Changtian's side, checked his nose and touched his heart to make sure he was still alive, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he stared at Qi Liang with hatred in his eyes, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "Did you hurt my brother?"

Qi Liang didn't seem to hear her question and only stared at Fang Qingge.

"I'm talking to you!"

Luo Qingwei pulled out her sword with a "choking" sound and pointed the sharp blade at Qi Liang.

"Qingwei, take care of Brother Luo first." Fang Qingge whispered without looking back.

"No! I want to avenge my brother personally!"

As soon as Luo Qingwei opened her mouth, Fang Qingge interrupted, "You are no match for him, and... this is a battle between the two of us."

Luo Qingwei had already been dazzled by hatred, but she could still listen. She stamped her feet fiercely and rushed forward with her sword.

Naturally, Jiang Qinqin and others couldn't ask her to disturb the contest between the two, so they intercepted her and the two sides fought until they were in the same group.

As the battle raged, people from both sides arrived one after another, including the Siyuan Sect where Fang Qingge belonged, the Yongshan Qidao Sect of the Luo family brothers and sisters, and the Demon Sect disciples.

Qi Liang was unaware of the outside world and was immersed in his own artistic conception. He held his long sword in front of him and said calmly, "Brother Fang, be careful."

Before he finished speaking, the figure had disappeared. There was a bit of dark green light in the air, and it appeared in front of Fang Qingge in the blink of an eye, as if teleporting.

"boom!"

When the two swords collided, there was no clear sound of metal and iron, but instead bursts of roars, surging waves, and the aftermath of magic power spread all around, which was amazing.

There were disciples from other sects watching around, and they couldn't help but exclaimed, "Is this the fucking Lost Dao Realm?"

A Lost Dao Realm cultivator nodded in agreement, "Yes... the gap is too big."

Luo Qingwei turned her head and looked at the battlefield between the two. For a moment, she felt unbelievable. How could someone fight Fang Qingge to a draw?

Jiang Qinqin couldn't believe it either. Since she followed Qi Liang, she had never seen him fight with all his strength. She thought he was only good at conspiracy and calculation, but she never thought that his strength was so terrifying!

Such strength was not inferior to Fang Qingge at all.

Fang Qingge and Qi Liang had no time to pay attention to the outside world. All their minds were immersed in their opponents. At this moment, even a moment of carelessness would be seized by the opponent to end the battle.

Qi Liang's speed was hard to guard against. He moved with the sword, and one would often see the blade first, and then Qi Liang holding the sword.

His sword style was erratic and unpredictable. If it were someone else, even Tu Wanshan, Luo Qingwei and others, they would probably have been defeated at this moment.

But unfortunately, the person he met was Fang Qingge, whose swordsmanship was perfect and flawless. No matter how tricky the angle was, he could block it.