The Art of the Great Sword

Seeing Xu Yu take action, Xu Song took a step back, his eyes flashing.

He knew that Fang Qingyang was very strong, but whether he could defeat Xu Yu had to be looked down at. After all, there were three people on the other side, which was not easy to deal with.

Fang Qingyang glanced at Xu Song and knew that he had concerns, so he didn't care. He chuckled lightly and punched the sky. The same terrifying power poured out and hit the opponent.

From the moment Xu Yu made his move, Fang Qingyang sensed the opponent's little thoughts. On the surface, he looked carefree and threatened that if he caught his punch, he would be eligible to enter the Saint Soldier Cemetery, but in fact, this punch was full of killing intent.

He had murder in mind from the beginning.

In this case, there is no need to hold back!

With a deafening roar, the terrifying aura collapsed instantly. The terrifying scene created by Xu Yu, as if he was the most invincible existence in the world, completely collapsed under Fang Qingyang's fist.

"puff!"

With a dull sound, half of Xu Yu's body exploded on the spot.

He screamed and backed away, his face turning pale.

When Xu Song saw this, he was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

What a...pleasure!

Xu Yu has been bullying him intentionally or unintentionally over the years. This time the family sent both parties to the Shenbing Cemetery because the forces behind Xu Yu were at work.

If Fang Qingyang didn't come and Xu Song himself was the only one, Xu Yu might find an opportunity to get rid of him. Now that the opportunity came, he would definitely seize it.

"Xu Yu, I have wanted to kill you for a long time!"

Xu Song roared angrily, formed seals with his hands, and the terrifying spiritual patterns formed instantly, turning into a thunder and lightning giant, with a body of a hundred meters high, and shot towards Xu Yu.

Xu Yu, who had half of his body broken, was seriously injured. His eyes were full of fear and he was in a hurry to deal with it.

The other two geniuses of the Xu family raised their sabers, their pupils widened in anger, and they attacked Fang Qingyang fiercely.

"Stinky fish, rotten shrimps, vulnerable to attack."

Fang Qingyang shook his head with disdain.

Even the strongest Xu Yu is not his enemy together, let alone the two of them?

In an instant, he used the Dragon Emperor Sword, and the image of practicing swordsmanship hard before flashed in his mind. After understanding the Taoist heart, killing the god with one sword has reached another level, and is closer to the rules than before.

As soon as the sword came out, everything in the void seemed to disappear, leaving only a brilliant ray of light, which was very slow but unavoidable, passing between the two bodies.

These two people died instantly!

Even if he is a prince in the divine destiny realm, Fang Qingyang can kill him at will.

Being strong in combat means being so confident.

Sheath the sword.

Fang Qingyang looked at all this calmly.

Xu Song beat the drowned dog hard and suppressed Xu Yu until he vomited blood. After several attacks, Xu Yu's body was hit by lightning several times and was completely charred.

"Crack."

Xu Yu fell to the ground, vomiting blood, "Xu Song, you... you are so impudent, you actually dare to join forces with outsiders to kill our own family..."

His face was extremely pale, and he wanted to rush forward and fight Xu Song desperately.

Xu Song stepped forward, sneered and stepped on his chest, "You have bullied me for so many years, it's time for me to take revenge. You can go with peace of mind. When you return to the family, I will tell the clansmen that you died in the Holy Soldier Cemetery." The remnant soul bites back..."

After saying that, Xu Song waved his hand and a bolt of lightning penetrated Xu Yu's eyebrows.

So far all three people have died.

"He is ruthless and has some ability."

Fang Qingyang smiled half-heartedly, "I don't care about your little tricks. This is an internal fight between your family and has nothing to do with me. But once I realize that you have alien intentions for me and do things irregularly, I will Kill you first!"

Xu Song was a little frightened and quickly smiled apologetically, "Don't dare, don't dare. If the young master hadn't come to help, how could I be their opponent?"

In Xu Song's view, Fang Qingyang is definitely the genius on the Qianlong List. He is much better than them and is not on the same level at all!

He would never dare to have any dissatisfaction.

"The people have also been killed. Next, it's time to go to the Saint Soldier Cemetery, right?"

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, I will lead the way for you."

Xu Song flicked his fingers, and a terrifying pattern appeared on his palm. He used the aura emitted by this pattern to find the direction of the Saint Soldier Cemetery.

Soon, Xu Song found a direction and his eyes flashed, "It's right here. It's very close. It can be reached in a cup of tea at most."

Fang Qingyang nodded and immediately followed him.

Xu Song was nervous all over, as if there was an ancient ferocious beast following behind him. If the other party was unhappy, he could just slap him to death.

This feeling of fear arises spontaneously and comes from the heart.

He was even more in awe of Fang Qingyang.

Sure enough, as Xu Song said, in just one cup of tea, the two of them arrived at a messy cemetery.

"This is the Holy Soldier Cemetery. There are a total of seven Holy Realm Spiritual Weapons in it. Without exception, they are all magic swords..."

Xu Song knew something about this place and quickly explained it to Fang Qingyang.

"So, how can we get these Holy Realm Spiritual Soldiers into our pocket?"

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows and looked at everything around him.

There are dozens of graves in various sizes in the cemetery. On the graves are some magic swords stuck upside down, with only the sword hilts exposed, in different colors.

However, the hilts of these swords are all covered with thick loess, and it is unknown how many years they have spent here.

"If you want to possess a holy realm spiritual weapon, you must first get the approval of these remnant souls..."

Xu Song explained, "However, it is not that easy to be recognized. Your strength, realm, and talent must all pass the test."

Fang Qingyang took a step forward, and just as he stepped into the cemetery, a terrifying red-gold spear suddenly stabbed at him, breaking through the void, extremely sharp.

This attack came quickly and suddenly.

The most important thing is that there was no sign!

"Be careful!"

Xu Song was shocked and quickly gathered spiritual patterns to deal with it.

However, Fang Qingyang laughed and faced the challenge, raised his hand and punched the tip of the spear.

With a loud bang, the phantom spear was shattered on the spot and turned into smoke and dust.

"Boy, you are quite capable. No wonder you dare to come to the cemetery to disturb our sleep."

A cold voice came, "Only Xuanming Realm can take my blow. To be honest, there are very few such people."

"This is the residual soul of a saint wandering outside!"

Xu Song seemed to recognize the other party's identity. He was shocked. "Young Master, there is no need to entangle with him. This kind of residual soul of a saint wandering outside has no spiritual weapons and no inheritance. It is just a reflection of the residual thoughts before death. Most of them have perverse and violent personalities. If they want to fight with others, we should avoid them quickly. There is no point in entanglement with them..."

"Boom!"

Fang Qingyang collided with the residual soul again. The terrifying huge force was turbulent, and the air wave became more and more exaggerated. Every aftershock of the shock was stupidly turned upside down.

"Who said it was meaningless?"

Fang Qingyang laughed wildly, "The residual soul of a saint, even if the combat power is only one tenth of it, is still higher than the divine life realm. How can I miss such an opportunity to exercise?"