The Art of the Great Sword

After the spiritual energy was revived, the influence of the Tianhuo Sect increased several times, thanks to the expansion of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

The earth continued to fission and expand outward, the mountains were rolling and undulating, like a dragon winding for thousands of miles, and the original lakes turned into rivers, running through the beginning and the end.

In such an environment, the Tianhuo Sect naturally changed a lot.

The mountain gate was very high, connected to a winding stone staircase, submerged in the clouds.

Fang Qingyang narrowed his eyes. He always remembered the first time he joined the Tianhuo Sect, and walked into the mountain gate along the stone staircase. The novelty and excitement were still vivid in his mind even now.

The years in the Tianhuo Sect were his most desperate years. In order to be able to settle down in the first sect of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Fang Qingyang went on missions all day long, contributing to the sect while improving himself.

Three years!

All over his body, there were 139 wounds, and the scars were shocking.

Even though he paid so much, he was still ruthlessly kicked out by the Tianhuo Sect.

The reason is that Lu Ningwei doesn't like it.

Yes, Lu Ningwei doesn't like it!

No matter how much he paid, he couldn't move the Tianhuo Sect at all. The sect always respected talent. Lu Ningwei was the future, not himself.

When he was escorting the spirit soldiers, he was abandoned by the people of Huangzhai and rushed back to the sect. He was expelled and rushed back to his family without waiting for him to ask about his well-being.

The next day, Qi Sandao even took the will of the sect master and went to cancel the engagement.

Step on him like an ant!

The memories stopped here, and Fang Qingyang's eyes flashed with a sharpness, and he strode up the stone steps to climb the mountain.

He wanted to walk again, just like that year!

"Who are you?"

Just as Fang Qingyang raised his foot and landed on the steps, several figures suddenly rushed out from both sides. They were the disciples who protected the mountain. Their eyes were cold and arrogant.

Tianhuo Sect, the first force in the Great Zhou Dynasty, they have the capital to be arrogant.

Several disciples surrounded Fang Qingyang in the center, looking like they were interrogating him.

"I came back to ask for something from the Tianhuo Sect."

Fang Qingyang spoke softly, without even turning his head.

Then, he took the second step.

"Who are you? How dare you break into my Tianhuo Sect? Come over here and kneel down!"

One of the mountain guard disciples was obviously used to being spoiled. A young man who looked young actually wanted to step into the Tianhuo Sect and threatened to ask for something?

Dare to break in without notifying?

Seeking death!

Fang Qingyang turned around and glanced at him, his expression calm and indifferent, "My name is Fang Qingyang."

He didn't want to argue with these ordinary disciples, he just hoped that the other party would retreat when he saw the difficulty. He was looking for the top leaders of the Tianhuo Sect, which had nothing to do with these mountain guard disciples.

Unexpectedly, when this name appeared, the eyes of these disciples suddenly flashed with brilliance.

One of them shouted, "It's Fang Qingyang! There is a bounty in the sect. If you chop off his head, you will be promoted to an elder directly, and you will be protected by the sect until you are promoted to a king in the realm of God!"

The group of mountain guards were all excited. Such opportunities are rare.

The spiritual energy is revived, and the world is in great contention.

Some of the sect's geniuses went out to gain experience. They were the ones left behind. They were resentful. Why can others find opportunities outside, but we can only stay in the sect?

Now there is an opportunity to make merit, how can they let it go?

"Kill!"

Several mountain guards looked at each other, and everyone was excited. They all attacked, raised their swords and knives and slashed at Fang Qingyang.

Before the various attacks approached Fang Qingyang's body, a gust of wind blew up from the ground and fell on the disciples like a knife.

There was no screaming, the gust of wind mixed with sword energy, directly forming an instant kill.

The blood mist exploded with a puff and scattered around.

Fang Qingyang didn't even look at them and continued to walk up.

Finally, Fang Qingyang finished the stone steps and entered the mountain gate.

The disciples gradually increased, and people came and went.

Fang Qingyang glanced at them and raised his eyebrows slightly. These were just outer disciples, but their realms were generally much higher than his own.

If the outer disciples were like this, the quality of the inner disciples would be even higher.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my Tianhuo Sect?"

An outer elder keenly noticed Fang Qingyang. He didn't have the unique lines of the Tianhuo Sect, so he could easily sense it from his breath.

The elder walked in front of Fang Qingyang, looking down at him with a cold look in his eyes.

"Me?"

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "I'm here to kill people."

When the outer elder heard this, he was stunned at first, and then he felt a little ridiculous.

Is this kid hysterical?

He wants to kill people, and he comes to Tianhuo Sect to kill?

"Don't come here if you have a brain disease."

The elder of the outer sect sneered and waved his hand, "I'll give you three breaths of time, get out of here, otherwise I'll chop off your head with a knife to set an example for others."

Fang Qingyang ignored him and passed by directly.

The smile on the face of the elder of the outer sect suddenly froze, and a hint of murderous intent burst out in his pupils. This kid is really shameless. He has already made it very clear to him, but he is so ungrateful.

But he didn't make a move immediately, but looked at Fang Qingyang coldly, slowly spreading his palm, and a fierce black light was spreading in it.

He wanted to see what this kid was up to.

Fang Qingyang walked to the center of the square, his eyes quietly looking at the direction of the inner gate, and after circulating his breath, he suddenly shouted, "Zhang Yun, get out and die!"

The outer sect elder's originally gloomy face suddenly showed panic.

What...what is this kid doing?

He yelled at Zhang Yun's name and threatened to let him roll out and die?

Zhang Yun is the old sect master!

He is a super prince who has reached the realm of divine destiny!

In the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he can definitely be said to be invincible!

Although Zhang Yun has now retreated and Lu Ningwei has taken over, his prestige in the sect is unmatched, and everyone treats him with respect.

"Looking for death!"

The outer sect elder was trembling with fear.

He originally wanted to see what this kid was crazy about, but he didn't expect that he would directly scold the old sect master. If he really pursued it, it would be considered that he failed to supervise.

Without thinking too much, he suddenly shot out the black light condensed in his hand, turning it into a sharp blade and slashing it straight at the back of Fang Qingyang's head.

"Puff!"

The light hit Fang Qingyang's head, bursting with a light sound.

There was no injury at all!

The outer sect elder was dumbfounded. Could this guy be a physical cultivator? He used his physical strength to resist his attack without any damage?

Before he could think about it, Fang Qingyang's attack arrived.

The sword light pierced through the outer sect elder's eyebrows, killing him with one blow.

Everyone's attention was focused here. The group of disciples rushed over and surrounded Fang Qingyang. After seeing the body of the outer sect elder, they were all stunned.

Killing people in Tianhuo Sect?

Moreover, he also shouted that Zhang Yun should get out and die?

In the crowd, a senior disciple suddenly shouted, "Isn't he Fang Qingyang?"

The whole audience fell into silence.