The Art of the Great Sword

The last beam of light was located outside a city in the Zhou Dynasty.

Dozens of princes have already gathered around, mainly from the Liu tribe. At least a dozen princes from the Liu tribe are standing here with cold eyes.

The leaders were none other than the three princes of the Divine Fate Realm of the Liu Clan.

And...Jiang Ding.

Jiang Ding received the luck of becoming a saint, so he was not in a hurry.

This time he came with the Liu Clan for only one purpose. He wanted to kill Fang Qingyang in this last fight for fate.

In his opinion, Fang Qingyang will definitely come, there is no doubt about it.

From the beginning to the end, that boy pretended to be himself, causing him a lot of trouble for no reason. Many princes on the way learned that he was Jiang Ding and started fighting without saying a word.

Along the way, Jiang Ding encountered at least five attacks from other princes. Without exception, they were all seeking to settle accounts with him, which greatly slowed down his exploration of the ruins and left him unable to tell the story of his suffering.

Fang Qingyang, if you dare to come, I will definitely kill you... Jiang Ding clenched his fists tightly, a gloomy look flashed in his pupils. I could plot against your father back then, but now I can naturally kill you.

The Liu clan had the same idea as him.

There must be no genius like Fang Qingyang in Dongzhou.

His talent is too strong, and he can kill the Divine Fate Realm with the strength of the Mysterious Fate Realm. What if he makes further progress and reaches the Fate Defying Realm?

I'm afraid neither of the two gods is his match, right?

What if he also enters the realm of divine destiny?

Wouldn't it be possible to kill a saint?

No matter what, he must die!

In the distance, everyone from the Huo family stood there. In terms of top combat power, they were slightly inferior to the Liu family, but they should not be underestimated.

Huo Yi hugged his shoulders, his eyes were bright, he was the leader of the Huo family.

This time, he listened to Fang Chen's words and did not compete head-on with the Liu Clan. When the main force of the Liu Clan was competing for the three sainthood lucks, he successfully conquered another ruins and obtained a ray of sainthood luck.

Therefore, he was extremely grateful and respected Fang Chen.

Fang Chen has gradually become the leader of the Huo family. From the elders to the many geniuses, all are impressed by his methods and charisma without exception.

Fang Chen used his abilities to gain the respect of the entire Huo family.

Brother Qingyang, this is the last relic, will you come... Fang Chen stood in the crowd, looking around thoughtfully.

If Fang Qingyang comes and the Liu clan takes action against him, Fang Chen will definitely lead the Huo family to stand on his side and will never let him be in danger alone.

Many princes did not speak, and there was an eerie silence. Everyone was waiting for this ruin to be opened.

In the distance, at the foot of the mountain.

Fang Qingyang looked ahead from a distance and murmured, "With so many princes, how fierce is the competition? Especially with the strong men from the Liu Clan there, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to show up."

He frowned, lost in decision.

Should we take advantage of the fire?

Can the risk factor be directly proportional to the harvest?

"You have to go to this place."

Inside the Dragon Emperor Sword, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "This is the last ruins. Maybe there are amazing treasures hidden in it. Why don't you try it?"

"Try, but it's a little difficult."

Fang Qingyang shook his head.

"It's not difficult. There is a secret door here. I can show you the way and enter it before everyone else..."

The middle-aged man grinned and said, "I guarantee that the harvest from this last ruins will be better than all the previous ones, but the condition is that you agree to do something for me after arriving in Central Continent, how about it?"

"OK!"

Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, is there such a good thing?

He agreed directly without even thinking about it.

Master has helped me a lot over the years and has never harmed me. It is absolutely right to listen to his words.

As for helping Master, isn't that what you should do?

"You agreed so quickly, aren't you afraid that my master will let you die?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

"Are you willing to give it up? If I die, the entire continent will lose an unprecedented super genius, unprecedented and unparalleled, with amazing talent and unparalleled talent..."

Fang Qingyang began to boast.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and do as the teacher said."

The middle-aged man looked impatient, "Let me tell you in advance, this is a very huge secret realm, and it... is very likely to be connected to the outside of Dongzhou, so be mentally prepared."

“The greater the risk, the greater the reward.”

Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up.

"Listen to my instructions and move forward..."

The middle-aged man pointed the way, and Fang Qingyang followed what he said, groping around the outside, and soon found the spiritual symbol behind a rock.

"Put your hand on this spiritual symbol, and you can enter this secret realm one day earlier than others."

Middle-aged humanity.

Fang Qingyang looked around and found that this place was far away from the center of the light pillar, and it was impossible for anyone to find it.

He was determined and raised his hand to put it on it.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, light bloomed and swallowed up Fang Qingyang's body silently.

Soon, Fang Qingyang felt like he appeared in another world.

Dust and sand are everywhere, and the aura of eternity is everywhere.

It seems that this land has experienced thousands of years of wind, sun and rain. It is ancient and long-lasting, making people seem to have traveled to another era.

"Is this the secret realm?"

Fang Qingyang looked around and found that he was in a desert with nothing around him. The spiritual pattern that sent him in should be just one of the many entrances.

As Master said, there are other entrances here, and you might be able to meet people from outside Dongzhou.

Fang Qingyang didn't think it was a big deal. He was the genius of Zhongzhou. He had met one before and even killed one with his own hands!

"Master? What's next?"

"Master?"

Fang Qingyang shouted several times, but there was no response from Dragon Emperor Sword.

He had no choice but to let it go and explore on his own for a while.

Fang Qingyangsu chose a direction and flew forward.

Along the way, you can see many rooftops and tower spiers exposed in the desert. All kinds of tall buildings are buried under the yellow sand. No one knows how many years have passed.

Time flies, and tens of thousands of years fly by!

Compared with the long river of time, any strong person is nothing but insignificant dust.

When he was distracted, Fang Qingyang felt as if he had hit a barrier. He was a little surprised. Before he could react, a loud shout sounded out——

"Who dares to break into this place!"

Fang Qingyang looked intently, and saw a young man in a robe standing in front of him. His eyes were sinister, exuding cold light, and he held dozens of complex lines in his hands.

"Spirit Pattern Master?"

Fang Qingyang recognized the lines in the opponent's palm.

"My middle-level princely realm is surrounded by my magic circle. How did you break in?"

The young man's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Before Fang Qingyang could speak, he sneered and said, "I know, you also want to come in and get a share of the pie, right? It doesn't matter what your own strength is, even a mere Xuanming realm prince would dare to do that." Such ambition!"

After saying that, he flicked his fingers, and the rune in his palm suddenly turned into a terrifying and tall shadow, covered with lightning, and fiercely attacked Fang Qingyang.