The Art of the Great Sword

Seeing the light in the formation becoming brighter and brighter, many princes and nobles breathed harder at this moment, and red greed flashed in their eyes, all looking for opportunities.

You know, there are hundreds of princes and nobles gathered outside, including many powerful people in the Godly Fate Realm. If the person who got the Saint's Luck is not strong enough and can't protect the Saint's Luck, they can just grab it.

It's not a skill if you get it.

Only when you can protect it and leave, it will be considered as falling into your hands.

You can hear the drop of a pin in the field, and everyone clenched their fists, waiting for that moment to come.

Finally, the light dissipated.

Several Liu clan strongmen walked out, their faces were gloomy, their expressions were extremely cold, especially their eyes were full of murderous light.

They didn't know who the Saint's Luck finally fell into, but they were sure that it was not in their hands.

Since it was not obtained by themselves, it meant that this action was a failure.

They were also looking for who got the Saint's Luck.

"Hmm? There are so many strong men in the Liu clan, why do they all look unhappy?"

"No way, there are three saintly lucks, could it be that the Liu clan doesn't have one?"

"No, look, Liu Chunqiu is not among them!"

Many princes whispered.

They didn't expect that the first to come out was a giant like the Liu clan, and it seemed that they didn't have any gains.

Will it be on Liu Chunqiu?

Soon, another group of people came out.

Among them were several princes in the Godly Fate Realm.

They looked so ugly that water could drip out, and they were trembling all over.

They fought for a long time inside, let alone saintly luck, even other opportunities and fortunes were not seen, as if they came here purely to accompany.

Isn't this disgusting?

We didn't even see the saintly luck, and in such a short time, you told us that the exploration of the ruins was over and the luck was taken away by someone.

Then tell me, who did it?

"No?"

The Liu clan members shouted in a low voice, with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

One of them even rushed forward and asked the princes of the Divine Fate Realm, "Do you have the luck of becoming a saint?"

He was afraid that the other party was pretending to be like this.

"Bullshit, you Liu clan are really dishonest. You swallowed all three lucks of becoming a saint and didn't leave one for us!"

These princes roared angrily.

The Liu clan's strong men retorted, "Bullshit, we didn't see the shadow of the luck of becoming a saint!"

"It was Liu Chunqiu!"

Someone said coldly, "I saw him with my own eyes, he was ecstatic, rushing in one direction, he must have got the news of the luck of becoming a saint. I followed him all the way, but I was thrown away by his speed."

When these words came out, the whole audience was boiling.

"Did Liu Chunqiu really get it?"

Jiang Ding in the crowd frowned. If so, it would be a bit troublesome.

If Liu Chunqiu only got one luck of becoming a saint, it would be fine. If all three were in his hands, he would definitely not have his own share if he took it back to the Liu clan.

Snatch it?

Jiang Ding was always hesitant. He only knew that Liu Chunqiu was very strong, but he had never really fought with him, so he dared not say that he would win.

Behind him, people kept coming out.

Murong Jiu was among them.

"Murong Jiu?"

Jiang Ding's eyes were full of murderous intent. This guy also entered to explore. Three ways of becoming a saint, did he master one?

He did not reveal his figure, but quietly took out an object from the ring. It was a black stone. This stone was made of special materials and could sense strong luck.

Jiang Ding held the stone in his hand and stared at Murong Jiu and the people of the Liu clan. After a few breaths, the stone was motionless and did not react.

"It seems that these people have not been able to obtain the luck of becoming a saint."

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how deep Murong Jiu's hatred for him was. Once the luck of becoming a saint fell into his hands, he would enter the holy realm as soon as possible and then seek revenge on him.

Fortunately.

Jiang Ding decided to continue waiting.

When the stone glows, it proves that the luck of becoming a saint is with that person.

Murong Jiu glanced around the field and immediately understood the current situation. Whoever gets the luck of becoming a saint will become the target of public criticism.

"The luck of becoming a saint is not with me. It should be Liu Chunqiu who got it."

Murong Jiu shook his head. His fame was limited to the Sword Dynasty and the Red Moon Dynasty. Looking at the whole East Continent, his fame was not prominent.

The strong men of the Liu clan said that they had never got it, so it was normal that he didn't get it.

Then, it was Fang Chen.

No one looked at him. A kid in the life-taking realm, it was good enough for him to keep his life in there at this realm, and he was still fighting for the luck of becoming a saint?

No one asked him, because it would be stupid.

As more and more people appeared, sixteen people came out soon.

"Nineteen people have entered, and there are still three left!"

A prince said excitedly, "Liu Chunqiu is one of them!"

Except for Liu Chunqiu, no one cares who the other two are. All the princes in the Divine Fate Realm have already appeared. How can those two compete with Liu Chunqiu?

In this way, the situation is clear.

Liu Chunqiu has obtained all the luck of becoming a saint!

"Crack."

Jiang Ding clenched his fists, and a deep anger flashed in his eyes.

It's him!

Now, there is some trouble.

"Hahaha, I said it long ago, the luck of becoming a saint must belong to our Liu clan!"

There were strong men of the Liu clan rubbing their hands in excitement.

The princes gnashed their teeth, but dared not speak.

Murong Jiu and Fang Chen looked at each other, and they disappeared into the crowd without changing their expressions, and rushed towards Tianyun City together.

Before entering, Fang Qingyang had told the two that after coming out of the ruins, they would go directly to the barren mountain near Tianyun City without saying anything.

This represented Fang Qingyang's absolute confidence.

The two naturally trusted him without reservation.

Time passed by, and everyone became a little impatient.

Finally, a golden light emerged from inside.

Everyone's breathing became rapid, and their eyes were fixed on this scene.

Is the luck of becoming a saint coming out?

However, no one appeared. It was just a phantom formed by a golden light. The man was wrapped in a black robe and had a face covering the sky.

He smiled playfully and said in a hoarse voice, "A bunch of... trash, don't even look at what you are capable of, and dare to compete with me, Jiang Ding, for the luck of becoming a saint!"

"A total of three lucks of becoming a saint, all in my hands!"

"Liu Chunqiu, that trash, was also killed by me!"

"After the great struggle, I, Jiang Ding, will definitely stand at the top of Dongzhou. The time for the Huo family and the Liu family to change the sun has come. Everything is respected by me, Jiang Ding!"

As he said, the shadow also showed the three lucks of becoming a saint in his hand, shining with golden light, containing endless mysterious energy.

Three lucks, all in his hands!

"Jiang Ding?"

"Who is this person?"

"You should be killed for provoking us like this!"

"..."

The crowd was noisy, and the anger of many kings and princes was ignited in an instant.

Damn him!

This Jiang Ding is really crazy!

They can't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood!

Jiang Ding in the crowd was stunned for a long time, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, as if he was punched in the heart, and he couldn't breathe for a long time.

Who is pretending to be me?

You and I... can't reconcile!