The Art of the Great Sword

In the next few days, Fang Qingyang stayed in the square. With his super social skills, he became familiar with many guards and did find out some information.

Six days ago, all five princes here entered the pagoda for retreat.

Fang Qingyang narrowed his eyes. Six days ago, wasn't it the day after he collected Feng Yu from outside?

At that time, the old man said that he came back early, and the others still needed one day. In other words, all the containers containing blood essence and blood had been brought back six days ago, so the prince began to retreat.

It should be in the name of retreat that the essence and blood should be put into the formation.

Secondly, Fang Qingyang also confirmed his guess from other places.

Many powerful defenders were dispatched to patrol around the square. Shen Yi, including the old man from before, were among them.

It should be that those princes were temporarily unable to take action, so they recruited so many monks. In addition, there is another most important reason...

The formation may need more sacrifices!

Because of his huge Qi and blood, it’s not surprising that he was targeted!

So, is this formation about to take shape? Uncle Murong, you have to speed up... Fang Qingyang sighed and walked onto the square again.

In the past few days, he would observe the tall tower in the center of the square every day.

In the past few days, the aura around the tower was obviously not that strong. It increased day by day, causing a thin layer of blood mist to appear around the tower.

"Have you heard that Murong Jiu actually ignored the emperor's order and insisted on leading his group of soldiers into the heart of the Red Moon Dynasty..."

"Didn't I say last time that the emperor stopped even their supplies of food, grass, elixirs, spiritual stones, etc. He didn't have any backup!"

"I don't know, but it's true that he entered the hinterland of the Scarlet Moon Dynasty!"

"Is it coming towards our Blackwater City?"

"That's not true. They went over the mountains and bypassed our Blackwater City and marched deeper."

"Haha, he knows that we in Blackwater City are tough!"

"..."

Many guards gathered together and spoke to each other.

Fang Qingyang listened with open ears and learned a lot of news.

Obviously, Murong Jiu started with the strategy of fighting to support war. According to his idea, he should continuously capture some medium-sized cities near Blackwater City to ensure the supply of cultivation resources.

Wait until the cultivation resources are almost enough, and then look for opportunities to attack Blackwater City.

I hope it can be done soon, I don’t know how many days later, this formation will take shape... Fang Qingyang raised his face and looked at the tower, his expression a little complicated.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Fang Qingyang was keenly aware that the number of monks who came in the same batch as him was less than half, and the eyes of the veteran guards often looked at them with pity.

The fate of those people is self-evident!

"Captain Zhang."

In front of him, Shen Yi walked over with a smile and waved hello to Fang Qingyang.

Fang Qingyang nodded. The moment the two of them passed each other, Shen Yi sent a message, "Find any way to get close to the tower. I will create opportunities for you. In three days, the general will attack."

"Close to the tower?"

Fang Qingyang was a little helpless, not because he didn't want to, but because he really had no choice.

"Tonight, I will create opportunities for you."

Shen Yi repeated this sentence again.

Fang Qingyang's pupils shrank. He vaguely noticed something, but he couldn't explain it clearly. Before he could think about it, Shen Yi had already walked away.

Late at night, Fang Qingyang stayed in the camp, feeling restless.

What does Shen Yi mean by creating opportunities?

"Catch this spy!"

"He crushed the spirit pattern before and escaped to this area. Search carefully for me!"

"Whoever can catch him will be rewarded heavily!"

There was a loud noise outside, from far to near.

Fang Qingyang suddenly stood up, his face changed slightly, what he was most worried about happened.

"Tsk!"

The tent was cut open with a sword, and Shen Yi rushed in covered in blood. He and Fang Qingyang looked at each other, and a sinister smell burst out from them, like an ancient ferocious beast.

"brush!"

Without saying a word, he struck towards Fang Qingyang with his sword.

Fang Qingyang dodged sideways and faced Shen Yi's killing move.

"Capture me and take me to the tower. I stole their things. You have the chance to hand me over to those princes yourself!"

Shen Yi transmitted the message, and his eyes always showed a murderous intent.

Fang Qingyang didn't expect that the opportunity Shen Yi mentioned was actually like this!

He risked his own life to create a chance for himself to enter the tower!

"Why?"

Fang Qingyang spoke with difficulty.

"There are only two of you and me in the city. They have long suspected that there is a spy. If you don't pay something, it is impossible to gain their trust. It's worth exposing me so that you can enter the tower."

An undetectable smile flashed across Shen Yi's lips, "Fang Qingyang, you are Mr. Fang's son, Mr. Fang... used to be a light that illuminated my world, and now I am willing to create opportunities for you! "

"boom!"

A terrifying aura erupted from Shen Yiyi's body, and a piece of jade pendant exploded out of thin air. His own realm suddenly reached the sixth level of the supernatural realm.

This jade pendant is actually something that conceals the realm!

"Cough cough cough."

Shen Yi coughed violently, his face flushed, as if he had been seriously injured.

"Quick, stab me with your sword!"

Shen turned around and took a look, seeing that his pursuers had arrived in the distance.

Fang Qingyang's heart was in turmoil. For the sake of his faith, Shen Yi chose to sacrifice without hesitation to create opportunities for himself.

Besides, he couldn't choose what was before him!

"puff!"

Fang Qingyang pierced Shen Yi's heart with his sword, and the Dragon Emperor Sword came out from his back.

Shen Yi smiled and glanced at Fang Qingyang, full of joy, "Master Fang will be proud to have you as his son..."

He backhanded his sword and slashed Fang Qingyang's chest from top to bottom.

From the shoulder to the lower abdomen, a long and diagonal gash appeared, which was shocking!

Fang Qingyang swayed a bit, but managed to hold on without falling. He drew out the Dragon Emperor Sword with his backhand and held it on the ground, with a hint of unbearability in his eyes.

But as the footsteps approached, the unbearable look gradually turned into murderous intent.

"If you dare to hurt me, I will kill you!"

Fang Qingyang roared and rushed forward, grabbing Shen Yi's neck. He looked ferocious, wishing to strangle Shen Yi to death.

There was a look of relief in Shen's eyes. He was very satisfied with what Fang Qingyang did.

"boom!"

The tent collapsed, and several monks at the ninth level of supernatural power rushed in from the outside.

When they saw what was happening before them, they were slightly surprised.

An undercover agent who hid his strength and was at the sixth level of magical power was actually subdued by a Yuandan realm boy?

"Ahem, cough, cough, hurry up...help me!"

Fang Qingyang's clothes were soaked with blood. He deliberately did not activate the princely soft armor in order to hide this secret.

Several people looked at each other, then stabbed Shen Yi's shoulder with a backhand sword, forcibly separating the two.

Shen Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, with a ferocious look in his eyes, "A bunch of...bastards from the Red Moon Dynasty, even if grandpa dies, he still has to support them!"

As he said that, he backhanded his sword and went straight to Fang Qingyang's head.

Fang Qingyang met his eyes and read his meaning.

Meaning, don't hide.

Fang Qingyang pretended to be stunned on the spot, as if he was stunned. Just when the sword was about to cut into his neck, a sword light came first and cut off Shen Yi's arm in an instant.

The monk at the ninth level of the supernatural realm put away his sword and stood up with a sneer on his face, "You still want to attack in front of me, you are really looking for death!"