The Art of the Great Sword

"Swipe!"

Fang Qingyang and Murong Jiu were the first to enter the ruins. As two slight sounds rang out, they were engulfed in light.

Outside the ruins, black spiritual energy covered them, forming two twisted fonts of "Nineteen" in the void. After the two entered, "Nineteen" turned into "Seventeen".

In this way, everyone realized something.

"Only nineteen people can enter in total!"

A prince of the Divine Fate Realm shouted, "Everyone, hurry up. This is the rule of this ruins. If you are late, you will be isolated!"

Many princes in the Divine Fate Realm held their breath and accelerated their rush.

Several members of the Liu Clan, led by Liu Chunqiu, who are in the divine realm, no longer care about restricting others. It would be really fun if everyone rushes in and excludes themselves.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three divine destiny realms from the Liu clan rushed into it.

None of the other princes in the divine destiny realm were willing to lag behind.

Soon, "seventeen" turned into "ten."

Huoyi escorted Fang Chen in. After he entered, he stood outside with complicated eyes, "Sir, I hope you can return successfully."

He knew that Fang Chen must have absolute confidence before sending him to compete for other sainthood lucks.

But he still couldn't help but worry about Fang Chen.

After all the gods in the destiny realm entered, the remaining princes in the destiny-defying realm refused to obey anyone and started fighting in the arena.

After a cup of tea, this group of people in the fate-defying situation decided the winner, and some people entered smoothly.

As the last person stepped into the ruins, "one" turned into "zero", the light suddenly buzzed, and the gap was filled.

There was a fate-defying prince who was only one step away from getting stuck in front of the door. He couldn't help but roar angrily and beat the ground with both fists desperately, "There's only one step left, I'm so unwilling to do so!"

The other princes all showed grief and anger. They tried their best to fight, but in the end they fell outside the ruins.

"Don't worry, there is still a chance!"

A prince got up from the ground and looked into the distance.

There were so many light pillars, maybe other places also had the luck of becoming saints. They didn't have time to feel too sad and immediately rushed towards the next place.

Among the crowd, only Huoyi, a prince of the divine destiny realm, stood outside. He stared at the ruins with his eyes. After a few breaths, he turned around and left resolutely.

In this competition, the Huo family must collect as much sainthood luck as possible. Only in this way can they surpass the Liu family in strength and become the number one force in Dongzhou.

However, this is not the end point they imagined. They are going to the Central Plains to establish a foothold right now.

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Within the ruins.

Fang Qingyang opened his eyes, and what he saw was a gray sky. From time to time, thunder flashed across, making a deafening roar that made people cover their ears.

The air was filled with raging energy, very violent, like a volcano about to erupt, and no one dared to touch it at will.

In such an environment, even the person's own personality will be slightly affected, making him irritable and irritable.

Fang Qingyang took a deep breath, calmed down, and realized that he had advantages that others could not match, and there was no need to be as anxious as others.

"Master, please point out the location of the three rays of sainthood. I will go and get them."

Fang Qingyang cupped his hands, already impatient.

"My teacher will tell you the place, but how to get it depends on you. There are many difficulties on the way, and you may have to face a lot of trouble."

Inside the Dragon Emperor Sword, the middle-aged man smiled lightly, "However, this can also be regarded as an opportunity to train you. Even if you are in a life-threatening situation now, you cannot let down your guard."

"The three paths of sainthood are all in this direction, let's go!"

The middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed in one of the directions, "On the way, try to use your own free visualization method to understand the specific location of the destiny of sainthood. You cannot rely on your teacher for everything."

"good."

Fang Qingyang nodded and flew forward without saying a word.

"Only the experience of life and death can create powerful offensive capabilities. You have been a little too smooth in recent years. It's time... to experience some life and death."

The middle-aged man clasped his hands behind his back and muttered to himself.

A faint light flashed in his eyes. He had already made plans in his mind on how to make Fang Qingyang experience better.

In the sky covered with dark clouds, Fang Qingyang soared wantonly in the void, like a stream of light streaking across the dome, speeding along.

He didn't know how big this ancient ruin was, and he didn't need to know. With the guidance of his master, he could sense the location of the destiny of sainthood faster than others.

Just get through the difficulties and get it, and that's enough.

On the other side, after Fang Chen explored the surrounding environment, he did not act too rashly. Instead, he explored forward steadily and cautiously.

Fang Qingyang said that he would get three paths of sainthood luck and then share one with himself. This is why Fang Chen felt at ease.

"It's a pity that I'm too weak and can't help Brother Qingyang."

Fang Chen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth slightly.

With the help of the Huo family, his realm has been upgraded to the level of a prince in the life-breaking realm, which ranks second among the five realms of princes, even one level higher than Fang Qingyang.

It's a pity that this age of great strife has come too early. It's difficult for people in the life-killing and life-breaking realm like them to compete with the princes of the divine destiny realm.

You can only gamble on luck.

After the other princes of the Divine Fate Realm came in, they were all separated to ensure that everyone appeared in different positions.

They each used their own methods to explore the surrounding situation. Everyone was like a hungry wolf with red eyes.

For them, the luck of becoming a saint is a life-saving straw to the next realm. Once caught, they must not let it go.

After becoming a saint, it is a whole new world.

On the contrary, it was Fang Qingyang's side.

He was caught in a fight with a group of Yin corpses. The weakest of these Yin corpses were princes of the Mysterious Fate Realm. There were more than ten of them, and their strength was extremely strong. The leaders were three Ni Ming Realm.

If it were anyone else, even if it was a Ni Ming Realm prince, it would definitely be a dead end, and there would be no way to break the deadlock.

Fang Qingyang was completely desperate. He formed a seal with one hand and activated the Ten Thousand Swords Technique to kill. Hundreds of magic swords pierced back and forth like a torrent, tearing everything apart wherever they went.

Holding the Dragon Emperor Sword tightly in his hand, he burst out with righteousness, golden light flashed, and fought with the Yin corpses.

"Puff puff puff!"

Fang Qingyang's figure flashed through the group of Yin corpses at a high speed. When he killed from one end to the other, he was covered in blood, his clothes were torn by all kinds of claw marks, and wounds were everywhere.

He panted in a low voice, his eyes were sinister, like a tiger forced into a desperate situation by a group of hungry wolves.

This is one of the tests near the first ray of saintly luck.

Dozens of Yin corpses came up, coming fiercely, wanting to tear people apart. Fang Qingyang fought with them without saying a word.

After half an hour, he was already covered with wounds, but the Yin corpses only lost a small part of their number.

The real fierce battle is still to come!