The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang felt a danger coming at him, like a mountain falling from the sky, making it difficult for people to breathe.

At this moment, everything seemed to freeze, leaving only the suppressed breath that was almost violent.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

Fang Qingyang formed a seal with one hand, and hundreds of magic swords in the ring flew out in an instant, and the sword light turned into a waterfall, piercing Liu Chunqiu.

Among these many magic swords, the leading two are real holy realm spiritual weapons, one is a sacred object of the demon clan, and the other is a medium-level holy realm spiritual weapon obtained from the ruins.

"Hmm?"

Liu Chunqiu's pupils shrank. He had never seen such a magnificent sword net, which was composed of hundreds of magic swords. How exquisite must the control be to be like this?

Dongzhou, when did such a guy appear?

He frowned, and his thoughts flew in his mind.

He racked his brains and couldn't think of any genius in Dongzhou who could control so many magic swords at the same time, and so exquisitely.

"Bang!"

Liu Chunqiu suddenly swung his sleeves, and a strong wind rose from the ground, sweeping over and entangled with the hundreds of magic swords.

The two holy magic swords in the front suddenly accelerated, leaving two tears on Liu Chunqiu's sleeves, and the rest of the magic swords were all shaken back.

The king of the Divine Fate Realm, just the energy he stimulated with his hands and feet, made people feel despair, and the gap in realm was difficult to make up.

The Ten Thousand Swords Art is definitely one of Fang Qingyang's powerful killing moves, but apart from the two holy swords, other means are difficult to form lethality.

"Cut!"

Fang Qingyang's eyes were fierce, and the handprint reappeared.

He controlled hundreds of magic swords to form a terrifying tornado turbulence, tearing the void with a puff, and surrounded Liu Chunqiu.

At the same time, Fang Qingyang jumped up and smashed forward with the Dragon Emperor Sword in both hands. The power was so terrifying that even the sky and the earth were shattered.

In the distance, Liu Chunqiu stretched out his hands, one on the left and one on the right, and tore outwards. The dense sword net was split into two with a hissing sound.

The Dragon Emperor Sword hit at the right time. If it were someone else, they would have been crushed into minced meat under such a terrible force, but Liu Chunqiu was from the Liu clan after all, and was one of the strongest under the saint.

He casually stretched out a hand and grabbed the Dragon Emperor Sword that was chopped over. It seemed that it was a breeze, but in fact, the power contained in this sword instantly poured into his body and came out from his back.

"Puff!"

The void behind Liu Chunqiu was completely annihilated and crushed into nothingness, and the air was filled with harsh cracking sounds.

Liu Chunqiu, who endured all this, only felt a little numb in his wrist.

"How can you, a kid who has broken the life realm, have such exaggerated strength?"

Liu Chunqiu's face was gloomy, as if water could drip out, "Take off your scarf, let me see who you are. You know I am from the Liu clan, but you dare to resist. It's interesting."

Fang Qingyang ignored him, and after withdrawing the Dragon Emperor Sword, he used the Seven Swords of Divine Form wantonly, slashing from all directions with lightning and fire, and the sword light surged wildly.

Liu Chunqiu snorted coldly, and did not see him make any movements. One hand continuously created countless phantoms in front of him, knocking back all of Fang Qingyang's Seven Swords of Divine Form.

After the Seven Swords of Divine Form ended, Fang Qingyang had no expression on his face, and the Dragon Emperor Sword slashed forward horizontally, which was a sword that integrated the rules to kill the gods.

"Huh!"

Liu Chunqiu's cold eyes flashed with surprise. The killing move that Fang Qingyang used was indeed something he had never seen before, and it was actually difficult to dodge.

Or, time was too fast, and people had no time to dodge.

"The image of a prince!"

A huge shadow suddenly rose up behind Liu Chunqiu, waving its arms and pressing down on Fang Qingyang's sword.

The moment the sword light touched him, Fang Qingyang shouted, and the power of the sword that could slash the gods surged again, and actually shook Liu Chunqiu's image of a prince back several steps.

"You are quite capable, boy, to be able to shake my image of a prince!"

Liu Chunqiu grinned and rushed forward again. His body, as heavy as a mountain, easily crushed the void, like a terrible chariot, rampant and domineering.

"Bang!"

Fang Qingyang temporarily put away his sword and blocked Liu Chunqiu's collision.

He took a step back and stepped on the void. With a puff, the void broke, and lines were everywhere, but Fang Qingyang supported the pressure of Liu Chunqiu with this leg.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After Liu Chunqiu closed the distance, he threw a series of heavy punches. This was his best fighting style, and he was always successful.

In the past, if it were someone else, he would have been defeated by Liu Chunqiu's series of attacks.

But Fang Qingyang was Fang Qingyang after all.

As the inheritor of Murong Jiu's Battle King Canon, he already had extraordinary combat experience, all of which was honed again and again between life and death, so he was able to take Liu Chunqiu's swift attack.

He took it all!

Although he was in a mess and had many broken bones, he did take it.

"Tiger Elephant Fist!"

Liu Chunqiu's expression became more and more fierce, and he punched out with both fists at the same time, with a tiger phantom on the left and a giant elephant phantom on the right, shaking the world and destroying everything in his way.

Fang Qingyang sensed the danger, and he held the Dragon Emperor Sword in front of him on the spot to block the two fatal punches, but the huge force that erupted from it still broke his left arm.

"Crack!"

Fang Qingyang's left arm was bent on the spot, making a harsh sound.

He remained calm and actually bent his left arm back. After shaking it twice, it was restored to its original state.

"Puff!"

Liu Chunqiu punched Fang Qingyang in the lower abdomen, his eyes gradually became fierce, "Boy, you have some strength, but compared to me, you are still far behind!"

As he said that, Liu Chunqiu showed a cruel smile, and his five fingers suddenly opened, and pierced into it like a sharp eagle claw.

"Snap."

His hand was suddenly grasped by Fang Qingyang, and his five fingers pierced into the flesh half an inch, and blood was oozing out from the wound.

"The hand of the wandering dragon..."

Fang Qingyang's voice was hoarse, and the power of his right hand suddenly burst out. He grabbed Liu Chunqiu's arm tightly and swung him up, swinging him into the ground.

"Boom boom boom!"

Fang Qingyang's eyes were scarlet, and his violent power burst out. He smashed Liu Chunqiu into the ground again and again, and the earth cracked and dust flew.

At the stage of desperate, he didn't care so much.

It's just a matter of who is more cruel!