The Art of the Great Sword

After receiving the luck of becoming a saint, the ultimate goal of this world of great struggle has been achieved. The next time is to explore other opportunities and creations to see if there is anything that can improve oneself.

Fang Qingyang knew this very well, so he didn't rest for a moment. After coming out of the Dragon Emperor Sword, he immediately rushed to the next area.

At this moment, the communication crystal in the ring rang, it was Fang Hongye.

"Uncle."

Fang Qingyang asked, "How is the situation?"

"Everything went against your prediction. As expected, Jiang Ding came to my Fang family to surround and kill them. Fortunately, the saint of the Huo family took action and stopped them back."

Fang Hongye couldn't help but sigh, "If you hadn't expected this in advance and left the saint as a back-up, I'm afraid our Fang family would no longer exist."

"After the Great Conflict, our Fang family will only become more dazzling, and we will rise to become the number one force in Eastern Continent in a short period of time."

Fang Qingyang's plans for the future are very clear, "By the way, uncle, how are the family disciples doing?"

"It's not bad. Hao'er has received a lot of training resources these days and they have all been sent back to me. The other disciples are also performing very well. This is due to the training they received from Murong Jiu and the Huo family."

Fang Hongye's tone became much more relaxed and he answered with a smile.

"That's good."

Fang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle, please take charge of the family. I will get enough chips for the family."

After cutting off contact, Fang Qingyang's lips filled with a smile that couldn't be concealed.

He was in a good mood.

In this time of great strife, what he is most worried about is his family. Since the family is fine, he can let go and fight for it.

As his level increased, Fang Qingyang felt more and more that he was completely invincible in this trial, which only reached the level of prince in the divine destiny realm.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

Within the scope of the Great Zhou Dynasty, more than half of the total 81 light pillars have been explored. It is said that there are two more saints' luck outside, which has caused a lot of princes to compete for them.

So far, a total of five paths of luck for the princes have been unearthed, which means that if nothing unexpected happens, there will be five more saints in Dongzhou in the future.

No matter when it is placed, this level of creation is exaggerated, even for the entire East Continent, it is unprecedented and unheard of.

You know, there were only a few saints in Dongzhou in the past?

Now there are five more at once!

The key point is that this is not over yet, there may still be the luck of sanctification in the subsequent ruins.

The Great Zhou Dynasty, in a wilderness.

Zhou Tai is leading a group of dynasty elites who are jointly exploring the ruins. Surrounded by numerous corpses, they seem to have been given life and are constantly attacking the formation.

"Hold on, we're almost close to their core."

Zhou Tai shouted loudly and punched out, crushing the skull of a corpse that was killed in front of him. He was covered in blood, with dozens of obvious wounds.

The team at the front was about to suffer the most violent impact. Zhou Tai, as the most advanced among them all, naturally took the lead and blocked the front.

Several more corpses rushed towards them. One of them was holding a sword and slashed at them from the side. Zhou Tai was too tired to deal with them and couldn't react.

"Your Majesty, be careful."

Aoxue looked stern and stepped in front of Zhou Tai.

"puff!"

The sword slashed at Aoxue's back, forming a terrifying tearing wound. Blood spattered wildly from it, making Aoxue's face turn pale in pain.

But without saying a word, he turned around and punched out with both fists, knocking away the corpse holding the sword.

"Proud blood."

Zhou Tai shouted, he pulled Aoxue behind his back, his eyes were red, his palms were filled with golden light, like gold and iron, and he crushed the corpse's body with one palm.

"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter to me."

Aoxue's eyes did not change, he was clearly a tough guy.

The wound on his back was long and shocking, from his shoulder to his waist.

His expression didn't change.

"At one go, fight in."

Zhou Tai waved his hand suddenly and led the remaining people to continue rushing towards the core. As long as the formation in that area was shattered, these manipulated bones would lose their power.

They spent a lot of effort and finally reached the end.

Zhou Tai held a sword he picked up and stabbed it heavily into the formation eye. With a cracking sound, the formation eye shattered.

All the surrounding corpses lost their strength in an instant and fell to the ground.

"Ahem."

Zhou Tai coughed up a mouthful of blood. His robes were torn to pieces and stained red with blood. He turned around to look at the team following him. At least half of them died on the way.

"Brothers, your efforts will not be in vain. Our Great Zhou Dynasty...sooner or later will stand on the top of Dongzhou!"

Zhou Tai's eyes were determined and he raised an arm as if to take an oath.

Along the way, after making so many sacrifices, he finally conquered a ruined place. The key is that in the melee between princes from all sides, the Zhou Dynasty lacks top powerhouses. Zhou Tai can only rely on Aoxue, Guoshi, and Xun. Fly these people.

It is impossible to win in head-to-head competition with other princes.

So he deliberately found a remote place, just to avoid competing with others, and finally captured this place. At this moment, Zhou Tai just wanted to lie down and have a good rest.

After the formation broke, the treasure on the back was revealed.

It was a piece of armor, several elixirs and... a jade pendant!

"Sacred Realm Spirit Soldier?"

Zhou Tai only glanced at it and felt extremely excited in his heart.

This is definitely a treasure and a booster for the Great Zhou Dynasty. The morale has been boosted, and everyone feels that the previous sacrifice is worth it.

"Your Majesty, take these treasures."

Xun Fei's eyes are bright.

In their hearts, Zhou Tai is a wise monarch, an ambitious monarch, and he will definitely be able to lead the Great Zhou Dynasty to the peak.

Zhou Tai nodded, and just as he reached out to take it, the sky in the distance was surging, and a sword light came from the air and cut off one of Zhou Tai's arms in an instant.

Blood is dripping!

Everyone's face changed drastically.

Xun Fei and Aoxue reacted immediately and suddenly looked up at the sky.

There stood two young men with sneers on their faces, and there was a touch of satisfaction in their eyes. They were obviously excited about the current harvest.

"That's great. We found so many inherited treasures without any effort. It seems that our luck has really come."

A young man grinned, holding a cold and sharp sword of the upper-class king realm. The sword energy that cut Zhou Tai's arm earlier came from his hand.

Another person rubbed his hands, "After this great struggle is over, my Liu clan will go one step further and set foot in Zhongzhou!"

A member of the Liu clan?

Everyone frowned.

Zhou Tai's face changed rapidly, and a storm was set off in his heart.

From the perspective of strength, these two people are both kings of the Xuanming realm. If they really fight, even if they can kill them, they will pay a heavy price.

Everyone has not rested from the fight just now, and their physical strength and will have reached the limit.

"Your Majesty, fight him."

Ao Xue roared unwillingly.