The Art of the Great Sword

The whole process of Fang Qingyang's killing took perfect advantage of Liu Chunqiu's difficulty in grasping the point. He relied on his contempt for himself to kill with his sword.

This is Fang Qingyang's invincible sword after activating the Dragon Transformation Technique!

In the princely realm, no matter who the opponent is, it is impossible to escape this sword.

After drawing his sword, Fang Qingyang even expected that Liu Chunqiu would fight back with his life, so he prepared a water substitute early and transformed into another position at the moment the opponent took action.

Third practice of physical swordsmanship!

Liu Chunqiu's eyes widened and he trembled slightly with reluctance. The previous attack had exhausted most of his strength, and he could no longer do it again.

Fang Qingyang walked up to Liu Chunqiu and looked directly into his eyes, "There are many strong men who have capsized in the gutter, and you are not the least of them!"

As he said this, before Liu Chunqiu could react, the sword light from his palm swayed and instantly cut off his pierced head.

In the narrow cave, the battle was over.

The aftermath of the terrifying sword energy still remains, exuding an extremely terrifying aura. If someone appears here, even the aftermath is enough to cut him into pieces.

"The prince of the divine destiny realm is really... difficult to deal with!"

Fang Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The sword shot caused his whole arm to lose some strength. The side effects of the Dragon Transformation Art came to his mind, making him unable to support his body.

He sat down against the mountain wall and closed his eyes to rest.

After resting for a long time, I finally recovered my breath.

Fang Qingyang stepped forward and took off Liu Chunqiu's ring, and poured his consciousness into it for observation. The scene shocked him.

He is truly worthy of being a prince in the realm of divine destiny. The treasures contained in the Najie are already comparable to those of some great powers.

There are mountains of spiritual stones, and there are countless kinds of elixirs and spiritual patterns.

Among them, there are two high-grade prince realm spiritual weapons!

"If he paid enough attention to me and took out the spiritual patterns and elixirs from the Najie to deal with me, I wouldn't be able to win so easily."

Fang Qingyang couldn't help but sigh. It can only be said that when strong men fight, victory or defeat often comes quickly, in just a moment.

If you seize the opportunity, you can win.

Even the princes of the divine destiny realm dare not claim to be invincible!

Will die just the same.

After resting for a long time, Fang Qingyang stood up.

A flash of light shone in his eyes. Liu Chunqiu, his biggest opponent on this trip, had been killed. He couldn't think of anyone else among his fellow travelers who could cause him trouble.

The so-called luck of becoming a saint will inevitably fall into his own hands!

After packing everything up, Fang Qingyang continued digging towards the other side of the mountain, and could clearly feel the breath of sainthood close at hand.

At this moment, outside the mountains.

Hundreds of princes gathered here to watch. They were all attracted by the golden light rising into the sky. The golden light came from the entrance of the formation, and they could clearly feel its own aura and value.

"This is the light of saintly destiny!"

"In this small world, there are actually three paths of sainthood?"

"That's too fake. At least one-third of it has been explored, and not a single saint's luck has been found. Are you telling me that three of them appeared in such a crappy place?"

"The golden light fills the sky, and the luck is deep, it's true!"

The eyes of many princes were red, eager to enter, but the formation barrier had been closed, and no matter how they attacked, it was of no avail.

"How many princes have entered this place?"

Someone asked.

"There are nineteen people in total, most of them are in the Fate Defying Realm, and there are also several strong ones in the Divine Fate Realm, including Liu Chunqiu of the Liu Clan and Huo Yi of the Huo Clan!"

answered a prince.

At that time, the formation was activated and the situation was so turbulent that he didn't even see who was entering, so he added the fire intent.

"Hiss, these two are both veteran princes of the Divine Fate Realm. One of them must possess one piece of sainthood luck, and the remaining one will fall into the hands of others!"

"Alas, the Liu Clan is really lucky. They have gained the luck of becoming a saint as soon as they started. I am afraid that the entire East Continent will not be able to accommodate them in the future."

Many princes sighed.

As the strong men of Dongzhou, how could they not understand the dominant position of the Liu Clan?

To put it bluntly, no matter what relics or treasures there are in Dongzhou, they have always been occupied by the Liu clan, and few other forces can compete with them.

This time the spiritual energy is revived and the Great Zhou Dynasty undergoes drastic changes. I heard that the Liu Clan has started planning early, and they must be the ones who take advantage in the end!

Everyone is envious, but they can only think about it.

"brush!"

A figure came over, his eyes cold.

"Three ways of becoming a saint? Damn it!"

The man shouted low and clenched his fists. He was none other than Prince Jiang, Jiang Ding, who came from afar.

Jiang Ding had occupied two ruins on his own in the past two days. Unfortunately, neither of them had the luck to become a saint. He was really unlucky.

With a sinister look in his eyes, he grabbed the person next to him with his backhand and asked, "Who has entered this place?"

The prince was frightened and hurriedly spoke out.

"Is Liu Chunqiu inside?"

Jiang Ding's expression changed slightly, this was not good news.

Liu Chunqiu is a powerful person within the Liu clan and is highly valued by Liu Qingqing. If he can get the luck of becoming a saint, his status will definitely be further improved.

This is very detrimental to yourself!

Even though Jiang Ding was attached to the Liu Clan, he never regarded himself as a member of the Liu Clan. He was just using them.

Since it is for use, the Liu Clan cannot be made too powerful.

"Three fortunes of becoming a saint, I wonder how many of them the Liu Clan can get..."

Jiang Ding narrowed his eyes. Since he had nowhere to go, he waited on the side.

If it doesn't work, he can do it himself!

Cover his face, hide his identity, and take one from the Liu Clan!

As more and more princes gathered, many people started chatting.

"Have you heard of Jiang Ding?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"This guy is very arrogant. He occupied several ruins alone. Every time he would mock others, he also threatened that everyone except him, Jiang Ding, was garbage!"

"Really? Then he is arrogant enough. What realm?"

"I don't know. I heard that several people in the realm of reversing fate died in his hands!"

Jiang Ding's ears were very sharp, and he took it all in his ears in an instant.

His face darkened. He had never done such a thing before. Why did it happen?

Could it be that someone deliberately used his name to attract hatred outside?

Just as he frowned and wondered who this person was, the formation suddenly flickered continuously, and the three golden lights dimmed one by one, as if they were subdued by someone.

At the same time, the entrance to the formation cracked open with a click!

This relic trial is actually... over?

"Who! Who got the luck of becoming a saint?"

A prince shouted and rushed forward.

The venue was in chaos.

Jiang Ding was surrounded by the crowd. He was about to shout, but suddenly he thought of hiding his identity and waiting for an opportunity.

No matter who gets the luck of becoming a saint, he will have a chance to snatch it from him, so he must keep a low profile and not attract too much hatred.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ding took out a mask from his ring and covered his face, restrained his breath, and surrounded the entrance.