The Art of the Great Sword

Just as Fang Qingyang was about to walk out of the alley, a loud noise came from behind, and the ground shook violently, like waves.

The ground cracked into large patterns under the shaking, and large parts of the house collapsed.

Fang Qingyang turned around and saw an old figure rushing out of the formation. He looked embarrassed, his hair was disheveled, he was covered in blood, and even one of his arms was broken.

"Hahaha, you want to trap me, impossible!"

The old man was like crazy, yelling continuously.

From his eyes, there was a fierce murderous intent, and he was grateful for surviving the disaster. He desperately fled in the direction of Fang Qingyang.

Behind him, there were two figures chasing him relentlessly.

Fang Qingyang only took a moment to figure out the situation. The old man should have escaped from inside. I don’t know if he was captured as a sacrifice or for other reasons...

The direction he fled was unbiased, and he just bumped into him!

Fang Qingyang cursed inwardly for his bad luck and turned around to hide to the side. He didn't want to get involved in such things. This old man could rush out of the tight and gloomy defense, so his own strength must be good.

Although he was seriously injured, the pressure he brought to people was very terrifying, at least he was above the seventh level of the supernatural power realm.

Even if a strong man of this level was injured, not just anyone could deal with it.

"Hmm? Good flesh and blood, just enough to replenish the blood and qi I lost, come to me!"

While the old man was running away, he glanced at Fang Qingyang. He laughed and raised his hand to grab, and the terrifying suction force condensed in his palm.

At the same time, a ferocious blood-red light shone from the old man's pupils, like a beast with a bloody mouth, wanting to swallow people on the spot.

Fang Qingyang's body flew towards the old man uncontrollably. He couldn't help cursing in his heart, who did I offend, am I so unlucky?

The two figures chasing behind him were both in the ninth level of the Divine Power Realm. They were surrounded by blood-red poisonous fog that had not yet dissipated. It must be the work of the old man.

He used the poisonous fog to delay the pursuit behind him, and wanted to heal his own injuries by swallowing Fang Qingyang... Unfortunately, it was destined to be in vain!

There were a lot of kings and princes in Blackwater City, how could they sit and watch him escape?

Fang Qingyang's body quickly approached the old man, and a touch of success rose from the corner of the latter's mouth. As long as he could successfully swallow the boy in front of him, he could return to his peak state.

If you want to kill me, you have to ask my sword if it is willing... Fang Qingyang saw that he could not escape, so he simply fought to the death. He gritted his teeth and grasped the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hands with both hands.

At the moment when his neck was pinched by the old man's palm, Fang Qingyang took advantage of the situation and sent the Dragon Emperor Sword into the other's chest, and then slashed it fiercely to the side!

The old man had already lost an arm, and was cut by the Dragon Emperor Sword. His internal organs fell out from the cut wound.

Blood dripped!

He widened his eyes, thinking that he was wrong.

A kid... a kid who had not even entered the realm of supernatural power, could actually hurt him?

Just as he was stunned, Fang Qingyang roared, "Die!"

He raised his sword and chopped off the old man's head on the spot.

At this point, the hand that was pinching his neck slowly loosened, and a blood-red handprint appeared on his neck, which was shocking.

Fang Qingyang used the sharpness of the Dragon Emperor Sword and the instantaneous explosive power to kill the old man who was exhausted and did not let him continue his last breath.

As the head fell to the ground, two figures flew over from the left and right.

They saw this scene and stopped at the same time.

One of them looked at Fang Qingyang and frowned slightly, "The captain who was just promoted?"

"Yes, sir!"

Fang Qingyang hurriedly lowered his head in fear.

"Not bad, quite clever, and quick to react. If you hadn't killed him, once he absorbed the blood and vitality in your body, I'm afraid it would be a lot of trouble."

The man said lightly, "Your swordsmanship is good. From today on, you can enter the square to patrol. Remember, if there are any prisoners who want to escape outside, you must kill them without mercy!"

Fang Qingyang thought he had heard it wrong. He accidentally killed a fleeing monk, but got himself a chance to enter the square.

"Thank you so much, sir!"

Fang Qingyang hurriedly bowed, his expression excited.

The man raised his hand and patted Fang Qingyang on the shoulder, saying, "Do a good job, you can continue to move up in the future."

After that, the two grabbed the old man's body and walked back into the depths of the alley.

This guy left a mark on my shoulder. Although he was optimistic about me and allowed me to enter the square, he was still not confident in me... Fang Qingyang sneered. He was not stupid enough to be persuaded by the other party with a few words. After the other party patted his shoulder, he immediately used the Great Freedom Visualization Method to find clues.

As expected, a mark was imprinted on the shoulder, colorless, tasteless, and silent. Unless the realm reached the sixth level of the supernatural realm, it would be impossible to detect it.

He left this mark and turned around and walked back.

This time, the two soldiers did not stop him. Looking at Fang Qingyang, there was even a hint of envy in their eyes.

Guarding the gate outside and patrolling inside seemed to be two different treatments.

This shows that Blackwater City is indeed full of classes and levels.

The prince was silent before, probably because he was too lazy to take action. There were probably many prisoners imprisoned in this formation, and these people were probably going to be thrown into the altar... Fang Qingyang finally stepped into the square.

Everything here is the same as outside. Some people are collecting corpses. Apparently the old man fought his way out and killed many guards.

This is not right!

Even if this old man has the means to burst out his combat power in a short period of time, he can never be an opponent in the princely realm. With so many princes, no one will take action to kill him instantly... Fang Qingyang felt awe in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was Something fishy.

Because Fang Qingyang was new here, he didn't dare to look at the altar too openly, he just glanced at it from a distance.

Could it be that the powerful men in the princely realm are now unable to free their hands?

He really guessed right!

Now, the five princes are all deep in the underground altar, working together to put the containers into the formation. This process is so long that they cannot move at all.

They sit in the shape of a five-pointed star, looking serious.

"The blood essence has been replenished to 99%. In the last half month, our mission is about to be completed."

One of the princes was the first to speak, "It's best to end it quickly. I really don't want to deal with Murong Jiu anymore. Last time, he killed me all the way to the center of the city, and my years of hard work were almost ruined!"

"Don't worry, the Emperor of the Sword Dynasty has issued twelve golden orders in a row, and he must recall Murong Jiu. The supplies in his rear have been completely cut off, and he is no longer able to launch an offensive."

Another prince sneered.

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