The Art of the Great Sword

"You..."

"I... am unwilling..."

Zhang Yun shook his body a few times, and his head fell to the ground.

The vitality of the king of the Godly Fate Realm is extremely tenacious. Even after Zhang Yun's head fell, his body was still trying to find opportunities to see if he could keep his life alive.

He took out the elixir from the ring and wanted to make his last effort, but he saw a foot stepping on his palm.

Fang Qingyang looked down at Zhang Yun with a calm face, "When you abandoned me, you probably never thought that this day would come, right?"

Zhang Yun's head opened his eyes angrily, and his body trembled even more.

He no longer had the strength to resist.

"I know you are unwilling. Back then, I was just an ordinary disciple, an ant in your eyes. It's a pity that you didn't step on me to death."

Fang Qingyang leaned down and looked at Zhang Yun's head expressionlessly. At the end, he slowly reached out his hand and pressed his head to explode in Zhang Yun's horrified eyes.

"Bang."

Everything is over.

Fang Qingyang took off Zhang Yun's ring and put it away.

The inventory accumulated by a prince of the Godly Realm for many years is very terrifying!

"From the moment you cut off my life from your high position, you should have known that there would be such a day."

Fang Qingyang retracted his hand and looked around calmly.

All the disciples of the Tianhuo Sect felt a shudder in their hearts when he swept their eyes across them. Many fears arose, and they did not even dare to look at him.

"Many of you know me, and some of you have experienced with me before. I will not make it difficult for you."

Fang Qingyang said word by word, "The Tianhuo Sect will no longer exist. If you want to find a place to stay and shelter, you can go to the Juetian Mountains. As long as you can pass the test, you can enjoy a better training environment and training resources."

After saying this, Fang Qingyang turned and went to the treasure house of the Tianhuo Sect.

Many disciples were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

"He...what he said seems to make sense."

"I've heard that there is a spiritual vein in the Juetian Mountains, and the cultivation environment is much better than here. A fellow villager of mine joined them and broke through the shackles that had troubled him for many years!"

"Is it really that good?"

"Yes, but their requirements are extremely strict. I heard that they are determined to become the largest force in Dongzhou."

"Why don't we... give it a try?"

After a disciple said this, the others were also moved.

As Fang Qingyang said, the Tianhuo Sect is finished.

Lu Ningwei, the newly appointed sect leader, only regards the Tianhuo Sect as a springboard. With this identity, she can gain more attention within the Liu clan.

As for how the Tianhuo Sect is doing, will it be better in the future, does she care?

She doesn't even care about her father's life and death, and she still expects her to care about the sect?

Although Zhang Yun retreated behind the scenes and served as the Supreme Elder, he actually made many decisions. He was the one who controlled everything. Now he was killed...

The Tianhuo Sect is dead in name only, and I'm afraid it will be completely disbanded.

In the treasury.

Several elders who were guarding watched Fang Qingyang walk in and collect all the foundation, spirit stones, and treasures. They didn't say a word.

Even Zhang Yun was killed. Even if they were tied together, they were not enough for Fang Qingyang to beat with one hand. A man of insight is a hero.

After looting the treasury, Fang Qingyang felt much better.

The Liu clan's support for the Tianhuo Sect over the years is definitely a big deal!

There are so many treasures in it that they are countless. There are tens of millions of spirit stones alone.

If you really take out all your family assets, I'm afraid you can even buy the Saint Realm Spiritual Weapons!

After walking out of the treasury, several figures appeared in front of them. They were wearing Liu clan robes and their eyes were full of ruthlessness.

"Fang Qingyang!"

One of the princes gnashed his teeth, "You actually dared to come to the Sky Fire Sect to kill, you are really brave!"

"Oh, three...Fighting-Defying Princes."

Fang Qingyang looked at the three people with a little mockery, full of disdain.

In the past, any one of this strength could sweep away a force, but today, Fang Qingyang was not good enough!

"My Liu clan will kill you!"

The three roared and attacked. The Liu clan suffered heavy losses in this great struggle, and the layout of the Sky Fire Sect for many years was cracked in one day.

In addition, they worked hard and went out to search with all their strength, but they only found a saintly luck, and that saintly luck fell into Jiang Ding's hands.

Jiang Ding, although nominally a member of the Liu clan, everyone knew that he was unreliable.

The efforts of the Liu clan were not proportional to their gains.

No wonder they were so irritable!

"Swish!"

The sword light crossed the sky, and the Dragon Emperor Sword was unsheathed again.

As a sword master, Fang Qingyang's attack methods are incomprehensible to ordinary people. Every time he kills, the void can crack and the world is in turmoil.

After a few breaths, the three figures froze in place, and then fell on their backs, splashing a large amount of dust.

The kings and princes of the Fate-Defying Realm were vulnerable in front of Fang Qingyang.

"Too weak."

Fang Qingyang shook his head and took away the three people's rings as usual.

He walked towards the outside of the mountain gate step by step.

The mountains, waters, clouds, and trees he passed by on the way were not much different from a few years ago. The scenery and things did not change, only the state of mind of people changed.

Fang Qingyang went from a diligent disciple of the sect to a super genius who was famous in Dongzhou today. The transformation between the two was too big.

But only those around Fang Qingyang know how much effort he has put in over the years. It is not easy to get to where he is today, step by step.

Along the way, countless disciples looked at Fang Qingyang's back, their eyes full of awe, fear, and envy... A rising genius appeared in front of them like this. No matter what their position was, they had to say admiration.

Soon, Fang Qingyang walked to the gate of the Tianhuo Sect. He turned his head and looked behind him. The sect had changed a lot and it was obviously unnecessary to exist.

"Swish!"

Fang Qingyang took out a halberd from his ring. This was a spiritual weapon of the king realm. He injected a touch of evil spirit into it, and then activated the means in the Book of Breaking the Law, condensing the evil spirit into the power to break the formation. He suddenly turned around and stabbed the halberd into the ground of the mountain gate.

The moment the halberd landed, the evil spirit was injected into the ground of the sect like thousands of threads, and the huge spirit gathering formation was destroyed.

The moment the spirit gathering array was destroyed, the evil spirit covered the sect. The halberd standing here was an absolute evil weapon.

The flowers and plants withered, the clear river water became turbid, and the lush branches and leaves fell...

The entire Tianhuo Sect was gradually turning into a dead place.

Evil weapons, suppressing the luck!

Fang Qingyang used this method to suppress all the luck of the Tianhuo Sect, destroying the spiritual energy, and at most one month, he could turn this place into a barren land where no one lives.

After doing all this, Fang Qingyang grinned.

Did the original wish come true?

Yes, it did.