The Art of the Great Sword

Throughout the land of the Great Zhou Dynasty, several strands of sainthood will appear, but no one knows how many there are.

Therefore, whenever there is news about the luck of becoming a saint, many princes rush to fight for it like crazy.

After all, the luck of becoming a saint is very precious in itself, and it is the true goal of everyone, and no one wants to miss it.

When Fang Qingyang came around the light pillar, he could clearly feel that the aura contained in this place was obviously better than the two previous places created by chance.

It can be seen that there are a lot of princes here, reaching more than forty, among which there are five princes in the divine destiny realm alone.

The so-called princes in the realm of divine destiny are naturally one step away from becoming a saint, and their desire for the luck of becoming a saint is most obvious.

Both in terms of the number of people and the intensity of the competition, it is far better than before, and there are even strong ones coming here.

Fang Qingyang saw several familiar figures.

It was Murong Jiu and some of the princes' men he led, standing at the far end with desire in their eyes.

Uncle Murong is also here. It seems that there is really the luck of becoming a saint here... Fang Qingyang is thoughtful. Murong Jiu has just reached the realm of divine destiny not long ago, and he is also eager to get the luck of becoming a saint.

"This place belongs to my Liu clan!"

With an arrogant roar, a gilt carriage pulled by three monster beasts arrived, with precious flames rising and light flowing.

The curtain of the gilded carriage was lifted, and a prince of the Divine Fate Realm put his hands behind his back, with a cold expression on his lips, "The rest of the people are waiting to retreat quickly. If not, we Liu Clan will go on a killing spree!"

"You, the Liu Clan, are too domineering. Even though you are the number one force in the East Continent, why are you monopolizing this opportunity?"

Some princes were dissatisfied. They heard that the Liu clan was divided into several groups this time and had monopolized several places that were very likely to produce the luck of becoming a saint. They were very domineering and did not allow any monks to get close to them.

Whoever dares to participate in the fight will be killed directly by the Liu clan without any mercy.

In the past two days, the Liu clan has aroused public outrage.

Unexpectedly, they still do this this time!

"I, Liu Chunqiu, of the Liu Clan, are standing here today to see who of you dares to take another step forward!"

The middle-aged man on the carriage smiled ferociously. He jumped into the air and stood in the void like a god. Wherever his eyes passed, there was a terrifying killing intent.

Dozens of princes below were glanced at, and they felt as if their hearts were being grasped by a giant hand. For a moment, their breathing stopped.

pain!

Extreme pain breeds.

Everyone's expressions were ugly. They didn't want to retreat. It was very embarrassing for so many people to be shouted down by the other party with just one sentence.

But the torrential energy surged crazily, sweeping the entire place like an endless whirlwind, causing everyone to take a step back.

Liu Chunqiu was very satisfied. He enjoyed the pleasure of suppressing everything with his breath. Then he waved his hand, and several figures walked out of the gilded carriage.

Two are in the divine destiny realm, and three are in the reverse destiny realm.

Including Liu Chunqiu, there are six people in total!

As soon as these six strong men came out, their majestic and torrential aura was like a ravaging thing, almost squeezing and tearing everyone's bodies to pieces.

This is part of the many forces of the Liu family!

The eyes of the other princes were gloomy, and they all looked at each other. The huge pressure from the Liu clan made them think of joining forces.

Murong Jiu raised his face and his eyes were shining.

Even though he was in the realm of divine destiny, he was not afraid of confronting Liu Chunqiu, but a fighting spirit arose in his heart.

"Uncle Murong."

Fang Qingyang came behind Murong Jiu and sent a message to him.

Murong Jiu turned around quickly and looked at Fang Qingyang, a little surprised, "Are you here too?"

"Yes, I captured two light beams before, a holy magic sword and a seven-color treasure lotus."

When Fang Qingyang sent a message to Murong Jiu, he did not hide his identity. "I saw everyone rushing this way, so I came to join in the fun. I didn't expect that the luck of becoming a saint is here!"

"I have used some methods to deduce before, and I have roughly locked the range where the luck of sainthood may be born, so I came here in advance to wait."

Murong Jiu's eyes flashed with light and he said, "I originally wanted to take action in advance, but unfortunately, the Liu Clan still received the news."

"What kind of creation has been created by the light pillar here?"

Fang Qingyang asked. When the competition starts later, it is especially important to understand the rules in advance. Just like the Holy Realm Spirit Soldier before, some people didn't know that only sword cultivators could enter the trial, and lost their lives for no reason.

"I guess it should be a secret realm, and there are quotas for this secret realm, so not everyone can enter."

Murong Jiu put his hands behind his back and said, "I have observed the Feng Shui and formations here with the Heavenly Book of Breaking Laws. Yin and Yang are integrated. Nine is the ultimate number. There are either nine or nineteen people. There can be no more."

"So many places?"

Fang Qingyang was a little stunned. If there were nine people, the sum total of the princes and princes in the divine destiny realm would be enough, right?

The competition among the nineteen people is also fierce. There are many powerful princes in the destiny-defying realm, and no one wants to fall behind.

Who can get in then and who can't?

"However, you are only in the life-threatening realm, do you also want to participate?"

Murong Jiu was a little curious.

"I want to try."

Fang Qingyang cast his gaze into the formation, feeling a burning sensation in his heart for no reason, as if something was calling him inside.

He was sure that he wanted to enter it to see what was going on.

"Okay, then I'll find a way to bring you in."

Murong Jiu nodded. Fang Qingyang would never make a mistake. Since he said this, it meant that he was confident enough.

"Over there with the Liu clan..."

Fang Qingyang glanced at Liu Chunqiu.

"Now that the ruins have not been opened, let him be arrogant. Once the gate is opened later, no matter how strong he is, can he control everyone?"

Murong Jiu dismissed it.

If he really wanted to fight, he would not be afraid of the opponent.

Just like this, more and more monks came from all directions, and there were eleven people in the Divine Fate Realm alone.

It has to be said that the entire East Continent is indeed huge, and the Divine Fate Realm is a giant no matter where it is placed. As a result, so many people gathered at once.

The sky rumbled with thunder, as if a silver snake roared above, tearing the void apart with extremely terrifying power.

Finally, terrifying energy surged from the light pillar.

All the monks in the room stared wide-eyed. The movement was so huge, it must be that the ruins were about to unfold.

"We, the Liu Clan, reiterate once again, whoever dares to come close will die!"

Liu Chunqiu knew that the competition was fierce next, and he couldn't wait.

"You Liu Clan, you have such a crazy attitude!"

A green flame surged in the distance, exploding in the venue like a fireball. Along with the frightening and terrifying airflow, a white-haired old man walked out of it. His eyes were cold and his expression was unruly.

Standing next to the old man was a young man, Fang Chen.

The strong man from the Huo family has arrived!