The Art of the Great Sword

The cultivation of these monks is not high, most of them are only at the level of the Creation Realm, not even the Reincarnation Realm.

Given the ferocity displayed by this Dark Forest, this situation is actually very abnormal.

Especially the clothes on those monks are completely different from the clothes of the native monks in the Taixing World he saw.

Their clothes give people a very old feeling, as if they were clothes from ancient times.

"How come there are still monks in the Creation Realm in this Dark Forest?"

Fang Qingyang looked at these monks, and these monks also saw Fang Qingyang.

They looked at Fang Qingyang with complicated expressions.

Some even cast hateful eyes at Fang Qingyang.

"Why do you hate me?"

Fang Qingyang moved his eyes to a monk who hated him.

The man looked middle-aged, and the look the middle-aged man gave him just now was full of hatred.

But Fang Qingyang could confirm that this was the first time he had seen this person.

Hearing Fang Qingyang's words, the middle-aged man said, "Do I?"

Fang Qingyang said, "You showed hatred in your eyes just now, but I don't remember where I have seen you."

He probably guessed the reason. Maybe it was because he might have been stained with the aura of the great terror, and then the middle-aged man caught this aura, so he hated himself?

The middle-aged man said, "You are wrong."

"I just thought of the past, and I couldn't help showing hatred. This hatred is not directed at you."

This explanation made Fang Qingyang a little unacceptable.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "Whether you are targeting me or not, in my opinion, you have shown hatred to me, so now, don't think about revealing this matter!"

After saying this, he immediately opened his own small world and pulled the middle-aged man into his own small world.

The middle-aged man did not resist at all during the whole process, and he had no strength to resist Fang Qingyang's pull.

Not far away, other monks in the Creation Realm changed color after seeing this scene in front of them.

Fang Qingyang was too overbearing. Just because of a look, he took the other party directly into his small world. This was too cruel.

"Everyone, are you the native creatures of this Dark Forest?"

After Fang Qingyang took the middle-aged man into his small world, he began to ask the monks in front of him.

No one answered Fang Qingyang, but almost everyone's eyes were on him.

Fang Qingyang found that although they were paying attention to him, there was a kind of wooden emotion in the depths of the eyes of most monks.

It was as if they didn't care about everything around them, but on the surface they showed a look of concern for everything around them.

No one responded to Fang Qingyang. Seeing everyone like this, Fang Qingyang said again: "Everyone, the Dark Forest is dangerous. You are just the cultivation of the Creation Realm. Staying in this Dark Forest may threaten your life. Now I will be a good person to the end and let you live in my small world!"

After he said this, he once again unfolded his small world and enveloped everyone.

This time, these Creation Realm cultivators finally stopped being silent.

"What are you doing?"

"How can the Dark Forest allow you to run wild!"

"Boy, we just revived and our cultivation has not yet recovered. You dare to attack us now. Aren't you afraid that we will cause trouble to you after our cultivation recovers?"

"You arrogant guy, even if my cultivation has fallen to the level of the initial Creation Realm, I can still teach you a lesson!"

Fang Qingyang didn't care much about the previous voices, but after hearing this, he immediately turned his eyes to that person.

He was a young man who looked only in his twenties, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes, giving people a sense of vicissitudes.

Fang Qingyang looked at this person, and he immediately raised his hand and punched him to kill him.

The cultivator who claimed to be just entering the Creation Realm, at this moment, he only felt a shadow of death shrouding himself.

The power of Fang Qingyang's punch was as if the god of death was personally attacking him, making him unable to resist.

This crushed him from the spiritual level. Similarly, its power far exceeded his, making him unable to resist.

Bang!

In the end, Fang Qingyang's fist landed on the man, knocking him back.

Puff...

The young man vomited blood. He stared at Fang Qingyang in disbelief and said, "Damn it, if I were in my prime, I would kill you like a butcher dog!"

Fang Qingyang heard this and said with disdain, "A hero does not mention his past. The past was the past, and the present is now!"

"Do you really think I don't know your identities?"

The first time he saw these Creation Realm cultivators, Fang Qingyang basically determined their identities.

These guys are nothing more than cultivators who survived the battle that year. They did not die completely at the beginning, and they revived in this era, that's all.

Although he didn't know why their cultivation fell to the Creation Realm, as long as he took them into his own small world, there were ways to figure out their secrets.

What's more, his original intention was to take away this dark forest directly and expand his own small world.

It's just that he hasn't found a way yet.

When the cultivator in the Creation Realm heard Fang Qingyang's words, he glared at Fang Qingyang and said, "We don't want to have anything to do with the past anymore, why are you being so aggressive!"

Fang Qingyang said, "Am I being aggressive?"

"I came here, you blocked my way, I crushed you, and you blamed me for being aggressive?"

When the young man heard this, he immediately argued, "When did we block our way?"

"You broke into our habitat, and we didn't even take the initiative to attack you!"

Fang Qingyang said, "So when I attacked you, I also held back."

"Otherwise, under my power attack, do you think you can survive?"

When the young man heard Fang Qingyang's words, he fell into silence.

He knew how powerful Fang Qingyang's punch was just now.

He felt that if he bore the full power of Fang Qingyang's punch, he would definitely die.

But when the fist landed on him, its power suddenly disappeared by more than half, which made him spit blood instead of being killed directly.

The other party really held back, so what else can I say now?

Seeing the young man silent, Fang Qingyang no longer paid attention to him.

He shifted his gaze to the other Creation Realm cultivators and said, "Everyone, don't resist, enter my small world to practice, and when I leave this dark forest, I will let you go."