The Art of the Great Sword

Are they able to listen to these things?

The Futian Empire and Fang Qingyang were discussing how to obtain the Supreme Sword of the Supreme Dao. After hearing this news, they were destined to be unable to remain unscathed!

At this moment, some more sensitive cultivators had already used space means to escape directly from here.

They were worried that if they did not escape now, they would probably have no chance.

However, when they had just used their means to escape from here, they found that an invisible barrier had appeared in the surrounding space, blocking them in it.

At this moment, they could not escape from here even if they wanted to!

Realizing their current situation, all the cultivators here looked ugly.

"The surrounding space has been blocked, and we can't leave here now!"

"What they are discussing is too big, and we can't listen to it at all!"

"What should we do now? They have blocked the space here. Next, I'm afraid they will silence us, right?"

"Join them! Now you and I have no other choice!"

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All the cultivators who come here are in the Samsara Realm.

Their purpose of coming to the Broken Soul Mountain this time is to enter the place where the Broken Soul Treasure is located from the Broken Soul Mountain, find the treasure, and strengthen their own cultivation path.

But they didn't expect that they would encounter such a dilemma now.

As far as what happened now is concerned, unless they stand in the same camp with Fang Qingyang, otherwise, what greets them must be destruction!

Just when everyone was in a heavy mood, the voice of the King of Futian reached their ears at this moment.

"Everyone, I believe you have heard the conversation between him and me."

"It is not appropriate to spread any rumors about this matter now. Otherwise, when the Supreme Dao is prepared, it will not be so easy for us to easily take down the Supreme Dao again."

Everyone naturally understood what the Lord of Futian said.

Among these cultivators, there may be spies from the Supreme Dao.

Once they pass the news back to the Supreme Dao, things will be difficult.

For a while, some cultivators who can judge the situation immediately said to the Lord of Futian: "Lord of Futian, we will not pass the news."

"If you are worried, we can swear on our Dao heart!"

The cultivator who said this is called Wuliang Sanren. His cultivation is at the peak of the Creation Realm. Looking at the world here, he is also a strong man standing at the peak of the road of cultivation.

But now, he understands how difficult his situation is.

If he fights with the Lord of Futian with his cultivation at the peak of the Samsara Realm, he will only be defeated!

Under such circumstances, he took the initiative to stand up and surrender, believing that the King of Futian should give him this face.

After all, he has put his attitude so low, what reason does the King of Futian have to continue to attack him?

When the King of Futian heard what Wuliang Sanren said, he said: "Wulian Sanren, I naturally believe you."

"But this matter is serious, I can't impose any restrictions on you just because I believe in you."

Hearing this, Wuliang Sanren's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Is it really going to end up being enslaved by the Futian Empire?

He hated this feeling of being helpless.

Especially now, his attitude has been so low, and the King of Futian is still unwilling to let him go!

"Lord Futian, I am at least at the peak of the Samsara Realm. I can say these words in front of so many people, and I have already abandoned all my glory. But you are still chasing me. Do you really think that I, Wuliang Sanren, dare not fight you to the death?"

At this moment, Wuliang Sanren has decided to fight to the death with Lord Futian!

When Lord Futian heard this, he said: "The fish will die, but the net may not be broken!"

As soon as the voice fell, a breathtaking aura burst out from Lord Futian's body, and he suppressed Wuliang Sanren directly.

Feeling the pressure of the aura coming from Lord Futian, Wuliang Sanren took out a whisk without hesitation.

Then, he waved the whisk in his hand, and the silk thread on the whisk suddenly turned into a torrent, carrying the power of destroying the world, and killing directly in front of Lord Futian!

The whisk is fierce, and the power contained in each silk thread is different.

There are at least hundreds of powers contained in the numerous silk threads.

It is precisely because of the wide variety of powers he controls that he is called Wuliang Sanren.

He used all his strength when he attacked, and this attack was intended to suppress Futian Guojun directly.

However, when those silk threads reached Futian Guojun, they seemed to have encountered obstacles.

Around Futian Guojun, it was as if there was a black hole. When all the powers reached Futian Guojun, they were all restricted by the suction force, which gathered them all together, making everything he did useless!

"Power is more valuable than quantity, Wuliang Sanren, you control too much power, but you don't have any mastery. You can practice to the peak of the reincarnation realm, which is completely your luck!"

After Futian Guojun intercepted Wuliang Sanren's power, he commented on Wuliang Sanren with interest.

Wuliang Sanren saw that his offensive was intercepted and knew that the situation was over.

In fact, if the Lord of Futian had not forced him too hard, he would not have wanted to fight him at all.

Now, he was at a disadvantage in just the first confrontation.

This was because the Lord of Futian did not target him.

If the Lord of Futian attacked him directly, what kind of harm would the other party cause to him?

When Wuliang Sanren thought of the problems he was facing now, his heart was filled with despair.

Before, he was unwilling to join the Futian Empire, and he didn't like being bound by others.

And now, he felt that if he didn't join the Futian Empire, he would most likely die in the hands of the Lord of Futian!

"Wulian Sanren, you are not my opponent. If you don't want me to defeat you and suppress you, then you'd better surrender now. In this way, you can suffer less!"

The voice of the Lord of Futian reached Wuliang Sanren's ears, and his expression changed again and again.

Just when Wuliang Sanren was about to surrender, a voice suddenly came from the crowd, "Wulian Sanren, what are you afraid of him doing?"

"How much strength can he exert without the Futian Ruler?"

"As long as you and I unite, I don't believe that the King of Futian can withstand our attack!"

When this voice reached the ears of the crowd, another cultivator at the peak of the Samsara Realm walked out of the crowd, obviously wanting to join forces with Wuliang Sanren to fight the enemy.