The Art of the Great Sword

Not long after, Fang Qingyang saw the second light column from afar.

After several rounds of spiritual energy recovery, the entire Great Zhou Dynasty has expanded dozens of times, and it has expanded directly from the foundation of the continent.

Therefore, the eighty-one light columns are scattered in all directions, far apart, and each light column represents a place of opportunity and good fortune. It is impossible to get all the good fortune.

If you want to get the luck of becoming a saint, you can only rely on your luck.

If you are lucky enough, you may get it in the first round, and there will not be too many people competing for it.

Next to this light column is a huge broken bridge that connects the two sides of the cliff. At least more than 20 kings and princes gathered on one side of the cliff, staring with wide eyes and looking forward.

On the other side of the cliff, there is a magic sword inserted into the stone tablet. The sword body of this sword is completely immersed in the stone tablet, surrounded by sharp sword energy fluctuations, spreading outward in wisps.

The sword energy fluctuations actually made the void tremble and hum continuously. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, the wanton fluctuations made all the cultivators feel uneasy.

The broken bridge was an arch bridge, with a section cut off in the middle, about ten feet away. It should be easy for a king or prince to fly over the broken bridge, but the fact is not that simple.

Above the broken bridge, the spiritual energy had already condensed into a torrent, presenting a vortex shape, mysterious and terrifying.

Fang Qingyang did not act rashly, but stood behind many kings and princes without making a sound, wanting to find out the situation first.

"Is this torrent really insurmountable?"

A cultivator's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes showed a strong desire, "This is not an ordinary magic sword, this is... a terrifying holy sword that condenses the inheritance of a saint! If a sword cultivator can get it, I'm afraid his combat power will directly rise to a level!"

"Who doesn't know? But what's the use of saying this!"

A cultivator sneered, "Before, a king and prince in the Nissing Fate Realm tried to fly through this vortex, but he was killed by a burst of sword energy from it just halfway through. Even a king and prince in the Nissing Fate Realm can't get through, who dares!"

Everyone was silent.

Fang Qingyang took this time to look at this group of people. Their strength was about the same as the previous group of cultivators.

There were a total of four kings and princes in the Nissing Fate Realm, and the rest were in the Xuanming Realm.

With Fang Qingyang's current strength, only the kings and princes in the Nissing Fate Realm could pose a threat to him, and the others were not worth mentioning.

After hearing what they said, Fang Qingyang looked down. There was indeed a corpse under the broken bridge. It had already stopped breathing when it fell to the ground. The sword mark on its body was not obvious and could not be seen without careful observation.

From the perspective of the flesh, the damage was not obvious, but it was fatal. His soul had already been chopped to pieces. This was a sword move targeting the soul... Fang Qingyang was meticulous and used the Great Freedom Visualization Method to look at the corpse from inside to outside.

At this moment, a picture seemed to emerge in his mind-

A prince in the realm of reversing fate relied on his powerful cultivation and did not take the broken bridge seriously. He walked in the air and rushed to the opposite side first, but when he passed the vortex, the sword energy cut from it instantly pierced his body.

There were no scars on the flesh, and the slightest wounds were invisible, but the soul was torn to pieces at this moment. Under the brutal and violent impact of the soul, there was not even the possibility of repair.

The prince in the realm of reversing fate died on the spot and fell below, his soul was destroyed.

The picture gradually dissipated, and Fang Qingyang's eyes gradually became clear.

The reason for everything is in this vortex!

It is not easy to successfully pass through this vortex, you have to find a way.

Fang Qingyang used the Great Freedom Visualization Method to observe the vortex, but he could only feel a chaos inside, which seemed to be a complex consciousness.

After a fruitless attempt, Fang Qingyang frowned.

"It's not a good idea to keep waiting like this. Everyone else is racing against time, but we are just watching here."

A cultivator said in a low voice, "If it doesn't work, everyone will rush over together and use their own means to resist the sword energy. I don't believe that this sword energy can still kill all of us."

The cultivator who said this was a prince in the Xuanming Realm. He was more cunning, because he knew that it was impossible to cross the broken bridge by relying on himself alone, so he rushed to others to attack together.

In the melee, maybe you can fish in troubled waters.

"Even if you go together, you are not qualified."

A prince in the Niming Realm sneered.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly became tense.

"I am a sword master, let me do it!"

A sword cultivator stood up. He was one of the four princes in the realm of defying fate. Since the vortex was filled with sword energy, it was the sword cultivator's turn to try.

He took a deep breath, and the sword intent in his body boiled and condensed on the magic sword in his hand. This was a high-grade sword in the realm of princes, very precious. He had killed countless enemies in his hands, and there was a strong bloody aura on it.

"What a strong sword intent!"

Some princes changed their faces and retreated in a hurry.

Under the cover of this sword intent, everyone felt a slight numbness in their bodies. The faces of several other sword masters were ugly. The strength was determined simply by the sword intent.

He didn't dare to be too casual. After all, he had a lesson from the past. When the sword intent reached its peak, he even formed a seal with one hand, and his body was surrounded by a large number of subtle sword lights, shuttling back and forth, as if interweaving into a large net covering his body.

"This is Yin Jie's trick, the sword net protects the body!"

A cultivator shouted.

"He once used this move to withstand a series of attacks from a prince in the Divine Fate Realm. He is well-known for this!"

"If he takes action, there should be no problem!"

Many monks murmured to themselves.

They all hope that someone will take the first step, and they will follow behind to get soup.

Although there is only one sword and only one copy of the saint's inheritance, there are more magic swords shrouded in the surrounding light. Although they are not as powerful as that holy sword, they are still quite powerful.

You take the saint's inheritance, and we take other inheritances. Is this okay?

"Look at me!"

Yin Jie was extremely confident in his methods. He crossed the sky in one step and completely integrated himself into a sword light. With the sword light, he slashed forward. Everyone realized what he was going to do.

Are you trying to rush over with speed... Fang Qingyang saw this, narrowed his eyes, and said lightly, "If that's the case, I'm afraid it will be difficult to cross this broken bridge!"

Fang Qingyang has already seen the clues.

If he guessed correctly, the sword light was not an attack, but a trial. It was like a large formation, and every monk who stepped across the broken bridge was pulled into the formation for a trial.

If you can survive the trial, you will naturally successfully obtain the inheritance. If you cannot survive, being wiped out will be the final outcome.

This is because Fang Qingyang observed a lot of things from the corpse. He experienced a long period of torture before his soul disappeared. The skin on his body was tight, indicating that he was in a state of panic before his death.

One sword strike and immediate death. How could there be so many psychological activities?

This shows that he went through a lot before his death.

Everyone's eyes widened, waiting for Yin Jie's results.

He is a prince and a master of swordsmanship in the Destiny Realm. He is powerful and famous. If even he cannot break through, it means that only the Divine Fate Realm can enter this place.

It shouldn't be such an exaggeration, right?

In the whirlpool, a sharp sword light was cut out. It was very simple and very fast, but it happened that it was this sword light that struck Yin Jie impartially.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Is it impossible to avoid it by relying on speed?

This sword seems to have locked onto the target directly, not giving you any chance to dodge. No matter how many tricks you have, you can only take this blow honestly.

But, it doesn’t matter yet!

Yin Jie is protected by a sword net. If he can survive this sword attack, he might be able to cross the broken bridge and reach the other side...

Just as a series of thoughts flashed through everyone's minds, Yin Jie's body was violently knocked back and crashed into the ground.

The sword net all over his body had collapsed, his body was covered with scars, and his pupils were slightly shrunk, as if he had just experienced an extremely horrific torture.

"What's going on?"

"Didn't you make it through?"

Everyone swarmed around and stretched out their hands to feel inside Yin Jie.

Fortunately, he was only injured and not life-threatening.

But Yin Jie never recovered from the shock for a long time. No matter what others asked, his eyes widened and he made "ahhhhh" sounds.

"Aren't you crazy?"

Someone muttered.

Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, and he further confirmed his judgment.

Yin Jie was pulled into the test. Although he did not die and was lucky enough to save his life, he was also mentally stimulated and would not be able to recover for a while.

In this case...

Fang Qingyang laughed loudly, "A bunch of rubbish are trapped by this trick. Since you don't dare, let me, Jiang Ding, take it instead!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"Jiang Ding, who is he?"

"You are so arrogant, don't you take us seriously?"

"Damn it, you actually provoked all of us!"

Those monks had murderous intent in their pupils, and they were about to draw their swords, but found that Fang Qingyang had already stepped into the whirlpool one step ahead.

Jiang Ding is indeed very famous in the Sword Dynasty, but this time the monks come from all over the world. The entire East Continent is so huge, and there are many people who have never heard of Jiang Ding's name.

The reason why Fang Qingyang is like this is entirely to divert trouble to the east. Don't you, Jiang Ding, want to make achievements in the era of great strife? Then I will fill you with hatred and make it difficult for you to move forward.

At this time, the whirlpool was surging, and the sword light was already chopping down!

Fang Qingyang raised his face and looked full of energy.

He believed in his own judgment, so he didn't even resist the sword light.

Whatever your test is, come on!