The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang was saved from danger by Su Luochuan. He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to thank him, "Thank you, Elder Su."

The other party was the elder of the True Dragon Alliance stationed in Dongzhou. He was also the first person in charge of the True Dragon Alliance and had a very high status.

Fang Qingyang had only met him once or twice.

Of course, he also had another identity, that is, Su Xiaoyu's brother.

So Fang Qingyang still felt a little strange in his heart.

"Why did even the power of the sword become weaker when fighting against him?"

Su Luochuan asked directly.

He was not too arrogant, nor did he deliberately show arrogance, but his temperament gave people such a feeling.

"I..."

Fang Qingyang was speechless for a moment, and he also wanted to know the reason.

After a long time, he answered, "I have killed several people in the Godly Fate Realm, and this has never happened. If you have to give an explanation, it may be because he... is a saint, and under the pressure of the rules, the realm suppression is too strong..."

"Really?"

Su Luochuan said lightly, "I am also... only in the Godly Fate Realm, why can I kill him with one sword?"

Fang Qingyang was shocked. He immediately calmed down his mind to sense Su Luochuan's realm, and confirmed it again and again. Yes, it was the Godly Fate Realm.

It has been so long, and Elder Su has not entered the Saint Realm?

It must be that he doesn't want to, not that he can't.

"There is indeed a gap between the King Realm and the Saint Realm, and there is also rule suppression, but this should not be the reason why you dare not swing the sword, let alone an excuse to suppress your combat power."

Su Luochuan said, "Remember, you have to rely on your heart. You should have realized the heart of the sword a long time ago, right? I tell you, it's not enough. You have to continue to strengthen it, make it grow continuously, and pursue the Great Dao with one heart, and finally you can become the Heart of the Dao."

"The Heart of the Dao?"

Fang Qingyang muttered to himself.

When he was promoted to a great sword cultivator, he realized the heart of the sword.

But under the suppression of the rules, he found that this was not enough.

Far from enough.

"With the heart of Tao, you can challenge everything. What if the opponent is stronger than you and has a higher realm than you? You have a heart of Tao as solid as a rock, no one can shake it, even if the opponent is a god, you still dare to draw your sword!"

Su Luochuan's words were like a revelation, and instantly rushed into Fang Qingyang's mind, causing him to fall into crazy thinking.

Heart of Tao, I need the heart of Tao!

"I heard that your sword kills the gods, I practice tens of thousands of times every day, it's nothing more than that one action, one slash, you want to practice it to be flawless, practice it to the point where you can kill the gods with one sword?"

Su Luochuan spoke again, "I admit that this move already has some shadows of rules, but it is still far from close. Come, take this sword!"

As soon as the voice fell, Su Luochuan slashed towards Fang Qingyang with a sword.

Too fast!

Even Fang Qingyang could only see a series of phantoms flashing before his eyes. When he reacted, he found that he could not dodge.

Despair!

If his sword that killed the gods left people no time to dodge, then Su Luochuan's sword was despair.

It was like putting a lamb into a pack of wolves.

Dodge?

Escape?

How is that possible!

The lamb was left with only despair!

At the critical moment, Fang Qingyang desperately raised the Dragon Emperor Sword and held it in front of him. He admitted that he could not dodge and could only do his best to block the attack.

When the sword energy chopped on the Dragon Emperor Sword, it dissipated directly at the moment of contact.

It was just a sword shadow, not a real attack.

Fang Qingyang was shocked. It turned out that this was what it looked like when a simple sword move was cultivated to the extreme.

He always thought that his sword that killed the gods was infinitely close to the rules. No cultivator in the same realm could block it. Even if he crossed the realm to face the king of the God Realm, it could still be an unexpected killing move.

But after feeling Su Luochuan's sword moves, Fang Qingyang realized that he was still far behind, a million miles away.

This is called a sword, this is called a rule, this is called a heart of Tao!

"Why do I dare to use my sword against a saint? Because I know that even if he is a saint, I can kill him with one sword."

Su Luochuan put away his magic sword, his expression indifferent, "What about the king, what about the saint? They are just my subordinates, lambs to be slaughtered."

Domineering tone!

Absolute top combat power!

Fang Qingyang was stunned. Everything Su Luochuan said today gave him a new life. He realized that his confidence was not enough, and the heart of the sword had not yet transformed into the heart of Tao.

When facing a saint, he will be instinctively suppressed by the rules of the realm.

But as long as you jump out of all this and despise it with absolute confidence, you can be unrestricted. What about the saint, watch me kill him with one sword!

"Elder Su, thank you."

Fang Qingyang's Great Freedom Visualization Method surged uncontrollably. He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of urgency, "Can you... cut me with another sword?"

Su Luochuan didn't speak, and the magic sword in his hand was already flashing.

Another terrifying sword energy, impossible to dodge.

Fang Qingyang's pupils shrank violently. Under the Great Freedom Visualization Method, he could clearly see the veins and trajectory of this sword energy, and why it could not be dodged.

"Bang!"

Fang Qingyang raised the Dragon Emperor Sword with difficulty. While blocking this attack, his body was instantly bounced dozens of meters away, and his feet drew two deep furrows on the ground in front of him.

But he became more and more excited, "Come again, come again!"

Su Luochuan raised the corner of his mouth and said in a voice that only he could hear, "It's still... a little understanding."

After saying that, Su Luochuan attacked frantically.

Of course, he had to suppress his sword energy and not release it at will, otherwise Fang Qingyang, with this level, really couldn't bear it.

The two of them were actually sparring with each other in this forest.

Every time Fang Qingyang caught a sword, he would roar excitedly to vent his excitement. It was so refreshing and unprecedented.

He felt that he was growing faster.

In the past, there were too many shortcomings in his moves, and now they are all presented one by one.

Fang Qingyang took this opportunity to absorb and learn frantically and constantly improve.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

Su Luochuan didn't feel bored, just silently fed Fang Qingyang's moves. From the day before, he couldn't see clearly and couldn't resist at all, to now Fang Qingyang can already fight back and forth a few moves.

The growth in this is self-evident.

With the ear-piercing sound of golden swords clashing, the two of them fought more than ten moves at a very fast speed. When the sharp sword light dissipated, Fang Qingyang stood there panting with the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand.

"Dao Xin, I understand it."

Fang Qingyang raised his face, his eyes sparkling, "I feel that I am undergoing a qualitative change from the inside out. If I meet a saint again at this moment, I will definitely not be suppressed by him again."

"One day?"

Su Luochuan was a little surprised. In fact, even he himself did not expect that Fang Qingyang was so talented. He was ready to accompany the other party for three days.

However, in just one day, he understood the Dao Xin.

"Thank you, Elder Su!"

Fang Qingyang clasped his hands together, his face excited.

The first time he thanked, the other party saved him.

The second time he thanked, the other party helped him understand the Dao Xin.

This is indeed a great favor.