The Art of the Great Sword

The voice was ferocious, as if it came from outside the void, and it was even more strange under the coercion of the terrifying tornado. The next moment, it came to Fang Qingyang.

So fast... Fang Qingyang's heart trembled. The opponent's speed far exceeded his imagination, especially when he had just fought against the genius of the Divine Fate Realm in Central Continent, the gap was obvious.

Faster than a prince in the Divine Fate Realm, what kind of realm would that be?

saint?

In just a moment, these thoughts flashed through Fang Qingyang's heart.

A monster in the realm of a saint is targeting him?

Almost instantly, Fang Qingyang grasped the Dragon Emperor Sword and asked his master for help.

There is a huge gap between the divine destiny realm and the saint.

It will be difficult to cross for a while!

Even if Fang Qingyang goes all out and displays all his combat power, including Dragon Transformation Technique, Wandering Dragon Hand, Dragon Emperor Sword, etc., it is still difficult to compare with the Saint.

The black wind surrounded Fang Qingyang's body, as if pulling him into another space. At some point, a demon clan with a green body and a bull's head appeared in front of him. He showed his ferocious fangs and said with a smile, "It's really the best." Blood food, if I can eat you, it will be a great improvement for me."

The breath is terrifying, spreading outward.

He is undoubtedly a saint.

Fang Qingyang looked ugly. Why did a demon saint suddenly appear in the Zhou Dynasty?

The number of saints in the Great Zhou Dynasty was limited and could be counted on two palms.

This is the human race force.

The demon clan is definitely not that strong.

There were only a few demon saints, but he was allowed to encounter them?

Inside the Dragon Emperor Sword, the middle-aged man said, "You can try to fight him."

"Fight with him?"

Fang Qingyang was startled, "The gap is too big. If I'm in the Mystic Life realm and go to fight a saint, isn't this looking for death?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

There was a joking tone in the middle-aged man's tone.

Fang Qingyang gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the Dragon Emperor Sword. To be honest, when facing the saint, he would feel guilty inexplicably.

Once he feels guilty, his fighting spirit will weaken, making it difficult for him to show 100% combat effectiveness.

He tried hard to increase his confidence, but the feeling of guilt always lingered around him.

It has nothing to do with courage or fighting spirit. This is the suppression of lower levels by higher levels. From the inside to the outside, from the soul to the body, it is like a rule, making it difficult to avoid.

If I have to give an example to describe it, it is like bloodline suppression in monsters. Even if you are very brave, you will still be suppressed by the opponent's bloodline. When you really enter the battle, it is good to show your strength to the seventh degree.

Fang Qingyang hated this feeling, but he couldn't escape it.

"Come here, I like to eat alive."

As the demon saint laughed, he suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled. An overwhelming suction force formed from his mouth, like a terrifying tornado, roaring endlessly.

Fang Qingyang's body seemed to be tied by invisible tentacles, and he fell forward fiercely. Uncontrollable power exploded inch by inch, restricting his movements.

Getting closer!

Fang Qingyang had already seen the minced meat hanging on the demon saint's teeth, and his mouth was full of fishy stench, which made people sick.

"One sword...kill the god!"

Fang Qingyang gritted his teeth, held the Dragon Emperor Sword with both hands, and slashed out according to the path in his memory.

However, as soon as this sword move was made, Fang Qingyang was stunned.

Even if he tried his best, he still couldn't exert 70% of his usual power.

His strength seemed to be suppressed by his realm.

If you are not as high as me, then you have to be born shorter when facing me. No matter how strong you are or how many methods you have, you have to be limited by the rules.

When facing the Divine Fate Realm, Fang Qingyang actually didn't feel much. As a prince, he had very little suppressive power.

But when facing the Holy Realm, the gap becomes apparent.

Very obvious.

This was the first time that Fang Qingyang faced the holy realm, and it was also the first time that he realized that the oppression caused by the gap in the original realm was so strong that he could not reverse it with his own will.

"Is this your attack? It's so weak and ridiculous."

The demon saint sneered. Fang Qingyang's attack was nothing more than tickling him. It couldn't even hurt him at this level.

"puff!"

The Demon Saint raised his hand and slapped Fang Qingyang's sword to the point of collapse, crushing him easily without giving him a chance.

At this time, Fang Qingyang's body had already arrived in front of the Demon Saint. The distance was only three meters, and life and death could only be separated by a thought.

Fang Qingyang was furious. If he continued like this, he would be like a thing in the opponent's palm, which he couldn't accept.

Even if he fights to the death, he cannot die in such a humiliating way.

Fang Qingyang instantly activated the Dragon Transformation Technique and pushed his hand forward.

Because the power was so terrifying, terrifying air waves formed all over his body. With one palm push, the true dragon's energy condensed into palm wind and swept across everything.

No, it's not powerful enough, it's still not enough... Fang Qingyang seemed to have a voice roaring in his heart, why was he always unable to exert his full strength when facing the saint?

He hates this feeling!

"Little trick, your destination is to be my blood food with peace of mind."

The Demon Saint laughed loudly. In his eyes, Fang Qingyang in the Mysterious Life Realm was an ant that could be easily swatted to death. He could kill him with just a wave of his hand as long as he wanted.

Just when Fang Qingyang's offensive was about to hit the opponent, the demon saint's smile suddenly solidified, and then a fierce and regular sword light came from the outside. It first tore through the tornado, and then slashed through the demon saint. body.

The world collapsed, and Fang Qingyang was blown away by the violent air wave. He looked forward in horror and found that the demon saint was split in two by a sword.

He widened his eyes and said hoarsely, "Su Luochuan, you... why did you catch up so quickly?"

Fang Qingyang landed on the ground with both feet, and the state of the Dragon Transformation Art was dissipated, with a look of shock.

Su Luochuan?

Elder Su?

Behind the demon saint, a figure in white appeared. He was so proud that his eyebrows were full of coldness.

As for his hand, he was holding a sword.

The terrifying slash that could not be avoided just now was from his hand.

Su Luochuan raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "I let you escape because of a moment of negligence. Do you really think you can get rid of me?"

He took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the green blood on the sword, as if he had mysophobia. Even the sword could not be stained with demon blood.

The demon saint was trembling all over. He wanted to say something, but found that his breath was gradually weakening and his life was in danger.

"Su Luochuan, I accept this great gift. Sooner or later, I will kill you. Just wait for me!"

The demon saint's huge bull head flew into the air and fled to the distance at a very fast speed, breaking through the air.

"Did I let you... go?"

Su Luochuan lowered his eyes and slashed out with a sword again without looking. Wherever he passed, the sky and the earth avoided him, and the spiritual energy hissed.

The bull head split from the center of his eyebrows.

A demon saint died just like that.

"The sword is dirty again."

Su Luochuan sighed and took out his handkerchief to wipe it, carefully not missing any details.

Soon, the sword was shiny again.

He then put it into the sword box behind him.