The Art of the Great Sword

Late at night, Fang Qingyang sat alone in the courtyard practicing.

He found this house specially. It was at the edge of the city. Very few people passed by. It was quiet enough. He could practice with peace of mind by setting up a soundproof formation at will.

His consciousness was immersed in the Dragon Emperor Sword, and he tried hard to control the Dan Qi and Essence inside the Yuan Dan. Once these two terrifying auras broke out, they would be enough to send him directly to the second level of the magical power realm.

The reason why he has been putting off promotion is because he wants to get the reward of being number one on the Prodigy List.

It took a lot of effort to become the first, but in the end, there was no reward.

No one would be happy if I replaced him!

"Are you going to save until the end of the year?"

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, with a smile on his lips, "If you keep practicing like this, it won't be long before you accumulate enough spiritual energy to break through to the third level of the supernatural realm."

"It's not enough, I'm going to do something ruthless and make it a blockbuster."

Fang Qingyang chuckled, "Master, I thought about the sword fusion you mentioned last time for a long time, and finally got some tips..."

"Come on, get the spiritual energy phantom of the third level of the five-way magical power realm and let me try it!"

He is high-spirited and full of fighting spirit.

The middle-aged man pointed his finger, and five phantoms composed of spiritual energy suddenly appeared in the huge square. They were all at the third level of the supernatural power realm, and they were all sword cultivators!

Fang Qingyang usually used the shadow inside the sword to hone his actual combat skills.

He needs to put in enough effort to gradually accomplish the goals he has set.

"brush!"

With a thought in Fang Qingyang's mind, the ten magic swords were activated, and they instantly killed the five phantoms.

After all, the phantoms have reached the third level of the magical power realm. They have a numerical advantage and equally good combat power. Even if the Ten Thousand Sword Art is terrifying enough, it will be difficult to kill these phantoms directly.

The battle was very fierce as soon as it started. Fang Qingyang used the Ten Thousand Sword Jue to hold down three of them, and activated the Great Wilderness Sword Jue himself. Having practiced the third level of physical swordsmanship, he unleashed his methods wantonly, in a colorful and dazzling way.

"puff!"

The Dragon Emperor Sword swept across, and a ball of flaming sword energy flew out, slashing hard at one of the phantoms.

"Fire element!"

As soon as the sword energy approached the figure, it suddenly changed into Fang Qingyang's appearance. His eyes were cold and he raised his hand to send a sword into the chest of the phantom.

A clean assassination.

A shadow of the third level of magical power dissipated.

"puff!"

A sword slashed down from behind, the sword technique was exquisite, and there was a faint whistling sound.

Fang Qingyang dodged sideways and punched Xuying in the chest. He then picked up the Dragon Emperor Sword with both hands and smashed the opponent with a sweeping force.

In the distance, under the continuous killings of Wan Jian Jue, two of the other three phantoms were seriously injured and struggling to hold on.

Fang Qingyang burst into them with a loud laugh and killed them with three strikes.

"It's progressing very quickly. The next step is to give you the standard fourth-level phantom of the Five-Way Divine Power Realm."

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

Fang Qingyang's integration of swordsmanship has reached the limit of what he can achieve at this level. If he wants to continue to progress, he can only enter the supernatural realm first.

"Squeak."

A voice came from outside the courtyard.

Fang Qingyang's consciousness immediately returned to his original body, put away the barrier, and looked up.

"Zhang Lun, right?"

The person who came was an old man with a deep aura. He glanced at Fang Qingyang and said calmly, "These are your team's training resources for this month. Take them."

As he spoke, he threw a Na ring.

"Thank you, sir!"

Fang Qingyang was neither humble nor arrogant. After the old man left, he put his consciousness deep into the Najie to explore. It didn't matter. There were many spiritual stones neatly placed inside.

There are at least one hundred thousand!

More than a dozen monks and 100,000 spiritual stones a month were definitely considered a luxury.

You must know that these monks who came to seek refuge had no background, and most of them had even been bandits. The reason why they came to join Blackwater City was simply to make a living.

Fang Qingyang swallowed up Najie without thinking.

As for sharing cultivation resources with others?

Stop being funny.

You are already here as an undercover agent, and you still want to share your cultivation resources with others?

Besides, it won't be long before the troops led by Murong Jiu will enter Blackwater City. By then, everyone will be busy running for their lives, and no one will care.

It seems that going to Blackwater City to be an undercover agent is a good job... Fang Qingyang grinned, straightened his clothes, and went out to patrol.

He deliberately walked towards the less crowded place and gradually approached the center.

When he came here, Murong Jiu said that the huge blood pool altar was located in a square in the center of Blackwater City. It was guarded by dozens of powerful people in the magical power realm, and no outsiders were allowed to get even half a step closer.

Fang Qingyang wanted to test how high the permission of his current captain was.

Soon, a long alley appeared ahead, leading directly to the square at the end. Even though it was far away, you could still see the tall tower standing in front of you.

The high tower is part of the altar, and the blood pool is hidden under the high tower. It seems that this is where it should be... Fang Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he strode into the alley, pretending to be unfamiliar with the place.

As soon as he entered, Fang Qingyang noticed a sinister gaze falling on him, like a thorn in the quilt.

Judging from pure aura, he is at least a prince!

He pretended not to know and walked all the way to the end of the alley. In the darkness, he suddenly raised two swords and landed them on Fang Qingyang's neck.

Immediately afterwards, two soldiers at the fifth level of the magical realm appeared on the left and right. Their faces were cold, "The forbidden area ahead is not included in your patrol!"

It seems that they have recognized my identity and know that I am the newly promoted captain... Fang Qingyang thought, then he raised his eyebrows and said carelessly, "Do you know that I was just promoted to captain? Patrolling Blackwater City is my duty!"

"Are you looking for death?"

The man's voice was cold and emotionless.

Two soldiers of the fifth level of the magical realm and a hidden prince, this is all the protective force in this alley... Fang Qingyang felt a headache. This is just the periphery. If you really want to enter, how strict will it be?

It seems that since Murong Jiu discovered the secret here last time, Blackwater City has strengthened its defense and is bound to carry out the plan to the end.

"Bah, what's so impressive?"

Fang Qingyang decisively admitted his defeat, snorted coldly, and turned around and left.

It is not realistic to force your way in. That prince is not a vegetarian.

If you just wander around outside, you will never be able to reach the core. At least you have to mix into the square to have a chance to fish in troubled waters!

After Fang Qingyang left, he patrolled other places carefully, secretly noted the structure of Blackwater City, and estimated the military strength stored in the city.

At least five princes!

This is just the apparent ones!

Three of the five gathered near the square, which shows the strength of defense!

I need some opportunities... Fang Qingyang sighed. This kind of thing can't be rushed, so he can only wait for the opportunity.

But he didn't expect that the opportunity would come soon!