The Art of the Great Sword

"The luck of becoming a saint belongs to me, Jiang Ding!"

Across the world, dozens of princes were fighting each other, all aiming to compete for the only destiny of becoming a saint.

Just when everyone was in a panic and no one could do anything to the other, with a loud shout, the sword light appeared, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and immortals flying from the sky.

Many princes were forced to retreat.

The figure was as nimble as a crane and extremely fast. He rushed in front of the holy luck in three or two steps, raised his hand to grab it, and captured the luck in his palm.

After doing all this, he turned and left.

From beginning to end, his movements were smooth and smooth.

"Jiang Ding, Jiang Ding again!"

One of the princes' eyes turned red, "Who is this person named Jiang Ding? In the previous battles for the ruins, he had the last laugh every time. All the treasures were taken away by him alone."

"What? You know him too?"

"Can I not know? This guy is so arrogant. Every time he gets a treasure, he has to announce his identity to everyone. He is so arrogant!"

"Yes, he took advantage of me several times."

All the princes spoke to me with gnashed teeth.

"The luck of becoming a saint is extremely precious and must not be taken away by him!"

"kill!"

These people all took action and killed Fang Qingyang.

Fang Qingyang had been prepared for a long time. He crushed a teleportation spirit pattern while laughing, and his body was wrapped in a tornado. After it dispersed, he disappeared.

The group of princes jumped into the air and cursed loudly.

They wanted to tear Jiang Ding into pieces and cut him into pieces with thousands of swords!

This man really deserves to die.

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Dozens of miles away.

Fang Qingyang's figure appeared out of thin air. He glanced at the turbulent surroundings, quickly landed and ran into a jungle.

"The luck of becoming a saint is here again."

Fang Qingyang grinned, "In the past three days, I won two more, one for Old Man Ye and one for Uncle."

He had already calculated this.

Anyway, the more holy luck, the better.

This is a once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity. If anyone can get it, he can enter the holy realm and become a saint regardless of his talent.

The key is that these days, he has been fighting for everything as "Jiang Ding". Wherever he goes, no chance or fortune can escape his grasp.

The other princes hated Jiang Ding with all their might!

However, Fang Qingyang was very fast, and ordinary people could only stare and couldn't catch up with him, so they became even more angry.

"Now there are only seven beams of light left. At this rate, at most one day will pass before the age of great strife is over."

Fang Qingyang raised his head and looked around, calculating secretly in his heart.

During this period of time, countless princes in Dongzhou gathered here and started fierce competition. Every day, a large number of princes lost their lives due to the competition.

This is fierce competition that Dongzhou has never had before!

Of course, if you want to gain wealth and honor through danger, and if you want to fight for the luck of becoming a saint, you have to bear the price. The road is full of thorns and dangers, and you have to fight against heaven and man.

Every monk must be fully prepared.

The last seven pillars of light represent the seven places of chance and creation.

No one knows how much luck to sainthood is hidden in this. Those princes who have gained nothing will put all their efforts into fighting for it.

Next, it will only become more intense and cruel.

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other side.

Jiang Ding is practicing hard in the mountains and forests. With the luck of becoming a saint, he can definitely be promoted to the holy realm after the end of the Great Conflict.

He estimated that there would be at least a dozen more saints in Dongzhou after this time. This was more intense than he imagined. He had no choice but to fight!

The news of the people coming from the Liu Kingdom has reached Jiang Ding's ears, which made him very happy. He had known about this behemoth of the Liu Kingdom for a long time, but he did not expect that it was actually related to the Liu clan.

"Next, I can enter the Liu Kingdom to practice through the relationship between the Liu Clan. With my age and talent, I will definitely have the opportunity to go further in the future."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself, his brows filled with joy.

Lu Ningwei had been taken to the Liu Kingdom to practice, and Jiang Ding realized that his opportunity had also come.

Sometimes, just practicing hard is not enough, you have to learn to seize opportunities.

And Jiang Ding is the best at maneuvering among various forces to gain benefits.

"Eastern Continent is not my destination. I want to enter Central Continent, go to the true center of this continent, and show off my talent."

Jiang Ding's eyes became brighter and brighter.

At this time, a figure came quickly, it was Liu Mu.

"Huh? Mu'er, why are you here?"

Jiang Ding was a little surprised.

"Why do you make enemies everywhere!"

Liu Mu was a little angry, "You have won so much luck to become a saint, which is a good thing, but why do you want to announce your identity to the world? Do you know that the name Jiang Ding has become a target of public criticism, and too many people I want your life!"

Jiang Ding did not refute. He pondered for a moment and then said, "It's not me, it's someone pretending to be me and spreading it around."

Liu Mu was shocked, "Who is it? Doing such a shameless thing?"

"I guess it's...Fang Qingyang."

Jiang Ding's eyes were gloomy, "This boy has gained a lot from this great struggle. He has a conservative estimate of five saints' luck alone! After his side's power ends, I don't know how many more saints will appear! "

"he?"

Liu Mu couldn't believe it. Fang Qingyang had caused such a big commotion that everyone was asking who Jiang Ding was.

"He deserves to be killed."

Jiang Ding's pupils were red. "But now is not the time. I am not sure I can kill him. Let's wait."

"But he has slandered your reputation everywhere and made countless enemies."

Liu Mu frowned.

"No matter what, after the Great Struggle is over, I will find a way to take you directly to Liu Country. In such a big East Continent, the number of saints has reached the limit. Let's pursue a higher status!"

Jiang Ding smiled. He had arranged everything.

Liu Mu was slightly relieved. "Then, the next opportunity and destiny..."

"Struggle, keep fighting!"

Jiang Ding was determined. "I only got one luck of becoming a saint, which is only enough for me to become a saint. Next, I will find a way to get one for you, so that both of us can become saints."

Liu Mu heard this, her beautiful eyes were gentle, and she leaned her head into Jiang Ding's arms.

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The scene returned to Fang Qingyang's side.

He originally wanted to walk out of the jungle to fight for the remaining opportunities, but a figure with a terrifying aura appeared in front of him.

The man floated in the air, his eyes full of teasing, like a hunter who found his prey.

"Fang Qingyang?"

The man asked with a smile.

"No, you recognized the wrong person."

Fang Qingyang grinned.

"I followed the aura, the smell will not lie."

Hu Cheng took the sword from his back and said to himself, "Let me experience... the so-called top genius of Dongzhou, to see what level he has reached."