The Art of the Great Sword

Liu Chunqiu was very surprised. The opponent's sword attacks struck him several times, but they were not painful or itchy. However, he did not expect such a fierce fight at close range.

"Are you a sword cultivator or a body cultivator?"

Liu Chunqiu couldn't help but ask. He didn't think the other party would pose a threat to him, but this guy was indeed very powerful. It was a pity to die here.

If he could lower his eyebrows and submit to himself, then the Liu Clan could give him a pretty good future.

Looking at the entire Dongzhou, the Liu clan is the absolute overlord.

How many geniuses are willing to join the Liu Clan!

For example, Lu Ningwei, she is the youngest sect leader of the Sky Fire Sect and a very representative genius in Dongzhou, but she still willingly joined the Liu Clan?

The kid in front of me is quite malleable.

"Sword and body cultivation, have you ever seen him?"

A cold expression appeared at the corner of Fang Qingyang's mouth, his movements became faster and faster, and the violent oppression emerged from his body, becoming more and more powerful.

In the small cave, due to the rapid collision between the two people, it began to crack everywhere, rocks above the head fell, and the sky collapsed.

Looking at the momentum, it seemed as if he was going to bury his opponent with this place.

In the palm of his hand, the terrifying sword intent was concentrated to the extreme. He was the youngest sword master in Dongzhou. He was not afraid when fighting, and the sharp sword light spurted out.

"laugh!"

With a harsh sound, the sword light in his palm disappeared, and then Fang Qingyang hit Liu Chunqiu's chest with a punch, which was the undefeated king's fist.

Liu Chunqiu sneered. This punch did not affect him at all. Just when he was about to intensify his attack, Fang Qingyang opened his palms and the sword light penetrated his chest, making no sound.

"Um?"

Liu Chunqiu was shocked. This boy not only had the strength to fight back under his attack, but could also hurt himself. He should not be underestimated.

In an instant, Liu Chunqiu roared and punched out.

Fang Qingyang reacted quickly, stopped and retreated.

"Too late!"

Liu Chunqiu's voice was cold, arousing indifferent killing intent, "I thought about giving you a chance, but you kid...are too stubborn. If you don't surrender, you will die!"

He grabbed it from the air, and terrifying invisible force surged from the left and right, causing an overwhelming roar and instantly suppressing Fang Qingyang's body in place.

It was as if two mountains were weighing down his shoulders. The intense pain entered his mind, causing a look of struggle on his expression.

His feet sank into the ground with a click, unable to bear the huge force.

How can it be easily parried when a prince in the Divine Fate Realm takes action?

Even though Prince Fang Qingyang is invincible in the realm, it is still not easy to deal with the realm of divine destiny.

“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”

Liu Chunqiu glanced at Fang Qingyang coldly. His hands and feet were locked by his invisible pressure. As long as he had a thought, he would crush the opponent to death with huge force.

"Take off the mask."

Liu Chunqiu said again, "Kneel down and let me put the slave mark in your mind. I can spare your life. From now on, you will be my slave, Liu Chunqiu, and a dog of the Liu clan!"

He put his hands behind his back and looked proud.

In his opinion, all forces other than the Liu Clan were not worth mentioning.

Even the equally impressive Huo family.

Looking at the entire Central Continent, no matter who you are, it is your honor to let you be the dog of my Liu clan!

Fang Qingyang's bones creaked all over his body, and his shoulders, wrists, spine...everywhere made an overwhelming sound.

This is a terrifying power unique to Liu Chunqiu.

In his opinion, Fang Qingyang was already in the palm of his hand, and his life and death depended on his own thoughts.

"Are you trying to... want me to surrender?"

Fang Qingyang chuckled. Although his face was pale, there was a sense of perseverance and perseverance in his eyes.

No matter how powerful an opponent he encountered, Fang Qingyang never surrendered, and he never thought he would lose.

You are strong and you are strong, it is nothing more than a word of war!

As a sword cultivator, you should move forward courageously.

"After surrendering, you can live, isn't that good?"

Liu Chunqiu sneered.

"not good."

Fang Qingyang raised his face little by little, and looked directly at Liu Chunqiu with a pair of eyes full of arrogant fighting spirit, with a sharp sword flashing from them.

At this moment, he was a trapped beast again.

The word "bad" was his answer to Liu Chunqiu.

It’s also the answer in my heart!

"boom!"

Fang Qingyang had waves of true dragon energy surging all over his body, his heart was beating like a drum, his blood was strong and his aura was long-lasting.

Dragon Transformation Technique!

He broke free from the restraints brought by the huge force on the spot, held the Dragon Emperor Sword, and rushed towards Liu Chunqiu with one step.

The moment he held the Dragon Emperor Sword, Fang Qingyang clearly felt that the world had stopped, and all the sounds in his ears were lost, leaving only his heart beating like thunder.

The Dragon Emperor Sword seemed to sense the plight of its master, and it glowed with unprecedented light, and for a time various auras blessed it.

This is a sword that is silent, sharp, invincible, proud, and indomitable.

The sword's will is enough to fight the heavens and the earth and destroy all things!

The Dragon Emperor Sword, held in Fang Qingyang's hand, was like the arrival of the Dragon Emperor.

No one can stop this sword. As long as the sword is there and people are there, heaven and earth are unstoppable.

In such a suddenly elevated state of mind, Fang Qingyang executed the God-killing sword that he had practiced countless times in daily life. This sword that was close to the rules was used to the extreme by him.

It is vivid and vivid, and it is devastating.

An invisible sword light slashed out horizontally, directly across the void and past Liu Chunqiu's body.

While Fang Qingyang was swinging his sword, he seemed to be integrating all his fighting spirit, sword intent, and lifelong learning into it.

The man is here, the sword comes out, the man and the sword become one!

The ferocious smile on Liu Chunqiu's face never faded from the beginning to the end. He felt that he was sure of victory, but until Fang Qingyang made that sword strike!

His body froze in place, and he felt that even his breathing became extremely cautious, and a throbbing that he had never felt before came to his mind.

Is it pain?

After reaching the realm of divine destiny, Liu Chunqiu believed that he was only one step away from becoming a saint. As a physical practitioner, he had not felt pain for too long.

But this time, he clearly felt the pain in his waist.

Cold, numb.

Was it slashed by sword light?

Liu Chunqiu raised his head and stared at Fang Qingyang in front of him with blood-stained eyes. The opponent was only one meter away from him. The Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand... had blood beads condensed on it.

That was obviously his own blood!

At this moment, Liu Chunqiu had only one thought left. No matter how badly he was injured by this sword, he must kill the kid in front of him.

A person who is in the Destiny Realm, kills himself, who is in the Divine Fate Realm?

He would rather die than bear such humiliation!

"Give me...die!"

Liu Chunqiu roared and used all his strength to grab forward. In this grab, he used all his strength.

At such a close distance, a person in the Divine Fate Realm fights to the death to kill a person in the Destiny Realm... No matter from which angle you look at it, it is a sure kill.

pity!

His name is Fang Qingyang!

"Wow!"

There was a sound of water.

Liu Chunqiu was confused.

He stared blankly at the puddle of water in his hand, a little dazed.

Where is Fang Qingyang's figure in front of me?

"To be precise, I am...a third cultivator of the Taifa Sword."

Fang Qingyang's voice came from behind Liu Chunqiu. This move was a water substitute that could save lives at critical moments.

"You can die."

Fang Qingyang showed no mercy, raised his hand and pushed the Dragon Emperor's sword into the back of Liu Chunqiu's head.