The Art of the Great Sword

Unable to use his token, he did not want to ask for help from the middle-aged man in the Dragon Emperor Sword.

He had already made up his mind that even if he encountered a life-and-death crisis, he would not seek help from the middle-aged man in the Dragon Emperor Sword.

The current situation could not be called a life-and-death crisis, but it could only be considered difficult for what was happening now.

The Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand was surrounded by white strange fire, and when his attack chopped the incense burner, the obstacles he encountered were very large.

But this was much smaller than the obstacles he encountered when he directly attacked the incense burner with the Dragon Emperor Sword.

He saw that the white flame was burning the substance he could not understand.

Fang Qingyang did not know how to describe that substance.

It was a bit like a stream of water, but it was composed of countless tiny particles.

Each of those particles gave people a very heavy feeling, and these particles were also the kind that could not be observed by the naked eye or the soul.

Unless one cultivated a divine pupil such as the Eye of Delusion Breaking, otherwise, it would be difficult for a cultivator to see such tiny substances.

Fang Qingyang was able to see those substances because he controlled the Eye of Delusion.

He felt that if those tiny particles that were invisible to the naked eye could be directly absorbed, it might make his physical strength stronger.

While attacking the incense burner on the altar, he tried to analyze how these particles were composed.

However, when his consciousness spread out and was ready to capture those particles, he encountered obstacles.

Even when his consciousness just touched the layer of relatively viscous and heavy substances, his consciousness that spread out also felt heavy at this moment, as if it was about to be crushed directly.

Feeling all that he was experiencing now, Fang Qingyang's expression became particularly ugly.

When he was watching the repair power of the Taixing world in the place where the Dark Forest disappeared before, he also encountered a crisis when he used his consciousness to observe the repair power.

And now, when he tried to analyze the layer of energy lingering on the altar, he once again sensed the crisis.

The power on the altar cannot be compared with the energy that lingered in the entire Taixing world before, but these sticky and heavy energies still pose a threat to his soul.

As far as what happened now is concerned, if he insists on absorbing these energies, his soul will definitely be traumatized.

And this kind of trauma is actually nothing to Fang Qingyang.

"Perhaps, it is really possible to analyze what kind of energy this is. If this energy can be used for cultivation, it is enough to strengthen the body!"

Fang Qingyang did not retract his consciousness. He began to actively pull these energies to let them come to his side.

Those sticky and heavy energies began to invade his soul in the opposite direction along his consciousness.

Realizing this, Fang Qingyang immediately cut off the connection between his consciousness and this energy.

"If these energies invade my sea of ​​consciousness, it may cause more serious consequences."

Fang Qingyang knew that this energy might help him cultivate his body.

But now when he tried to capture this energy, it actually ran into his brain, so he naturally would not let this energy get into his brain.

Then, Fang Qingyang still held the Dragon Emperor Sword and attacked the incense burner on the altar.

If the incense burner was not destroyed, it was unknown what consequences the altar would cause.

However, the power displayed by the three incense sticks that burned a little bit was too strong. Even with the sharpness of the Dragon Emperor Sword itself, it was difficult to split the barrier set up in an instant.

If he continued to attack like this, by the time his Dragon Emperor Sword fell on the incense burner, it was estimated that the incense burner would have already triggered countless attacks.

"It's useless. Once the incense burns, it will be equivalent to burning the power of this world."

"You are only at the peak of the Samsara Realm. You can only come here because of the sharpness of the weapon in your hand."

"But these three incense sticks have been burned a little bit, which is equivalent to using the power of this world to resist the attack of your long sword."

"Do you think the long sword in your hand can break the power of a world?"

A cold voice came from the incense burner. Fang Qingyang heard the words spoken from the incense burner. His expression was calm and he still attacked the incense burner with the Dragon Emperor Sword.

He saw that the incense burner should not be able to leave the altar. Otherwise, it would have left long ago.

The only means of attack he could use were the three burning incense sticks and the power they possessed.

As long as the incense burner was destroyed, the three incense sticks would be rootless duckweed. As for the altar, it would probably collapse directly.

Although he didn't know whether this dark space was Chen Yuan's small world or something else, Fang Qingyang now only wanted to destroy this altar that was obviously built by the demons.

The Dragon Emperor Sword was surrounded by a white flame, which was the burning strange fire showing its power.

The strange fire was slowly dissolving the sticky and heavy energy. The power generated by burning three incense sticks did not seem to have any attack power.

But when Fang Qingyang just thought of this, he felt a strong sense of crisis.

Without any hesitation, he immediately used the power of the void as a guide, attached to his body, and dodged to the side.

His speed was extremely fast, but the attack on him was even faster.

It was a bone spear, which appeared very abruptly, but pierced his left arm directly.

If he hadn't dodged quickly enough, the bone spear would not have pierced his left arm, but his heart.

The sudden bone spear disrupted Fang Qingyang's current rhythm, but also reminded him.

In this dark space, everything seemed to be controlled by the incense burner.

In this dark space, the enemies he had to face were not only the incense burner, but also the bones in this dark space!

Fang Qingyang found that the bone spear that pierced his left arm was obviously made of the bones of a real dragon.

He could even feel the faint dragon power emanating from the bone spear.

However, that kind of dragon power was also inclined to be evil, and contained a strong desire for destruction.

Whoosh...

Just as he was staring at the bone spear, the bone spear suddenly crossed the distance of space and continued to kill him.

This bone spear was born with a spatial magical power, and the spatial ripples it produced when it disappeared were very weak.

However, no matter how weak the spatial ripples were, they were not undetectable.

Fang Qingyang captured its next landing point based on the spatial ripples created by the bone spear, and he slashed it with his sword.