The Art of the Great Sword

Xu Song was dumbfounded. As Fang Qingyang said, even if it was just the remnant soul of a saint, his combat power was not comparable to that of the Divine Fate Realm.

Being able to fight against this kind of existence is indeed a kind of growth and experience.

But, it depends on the strength!

If your own strength is weak, you are not qualified to fight against this kind of existence.

As a result, Xu Song became numb.

Seeing Fang Qingyang fighting with the remnant soul of the saint, going back and forth, he couldn't help but gasp. As the genius of Central Continent, he has seen a lot.

Even among those geniuses on the Qianlong List, not everyone can do this.

Unless, it's the top twenty.

Is it possible that this young master is among the top twenty on the Hidden Dragon List?

Xu Song became more and more frightened. He felt that he could not offend him no matter what, otherwise he would be easily crushed to death.

"Have fun, come again!"

Fang Qingyang laughed and bumped into the shadow again.

From the periphery of the cemetery, another old woman's voice came, "Hey, here comes a boy who can fight with you. It's interesting. You can give me a stick!"

An old woman came over with a snake-head crutch, raised her hand and smashed it, piercing the void.

Fang Qingyang was besieged by the remnant souls of two saints at the same time. He was not afraid at all. Instead, he became more courageous as he fought, smiling arrogantly and wantonly.

"Seven Divine Swords!"

Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword and slashed out seven swords in different directions. The light filled the air and was bright and dazzling, and they collided with the two remnant souls one after another.

"Great Wild God Sword Technique!"

As if it wasn't satisfying enough, Fang Qingyang shouted loudly and used the most powerful sword technique.

Although the remnant souls of the saints are not true saints, their fighting power is equally terrifying. Not everyone can challenge two remnant souls of the saints at the same time.

It's too exaggerated... Xu Song didn't know what to say. He just felt that everything that happened today was severely shocking his mind.

"Boom boom boom!"

The heaven and earth are in turmoil, and everything is shattered.

Fang Qingyang was knocked back dozens of meters, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. However, he did not show any signs of depression, but was in high spirits.

"Thank you, senior, for your advice. Next, let's take a look at this kid's move!"

Fang Qingyang drew his sword and struck, killing the god with one sword.

Fighting is what he loves.

Especially, fight with the strong!

Even if he was bruised and covered in blood, his love could not be concealed.

Fang Qingyang has a strong understanding. Fighting with strong men can help him understand all this more. He understands what he lacks. Even if he is proficient in the War King Code, he still has to hone himself.

Therefore, he hopes to fight with strong people, the stronger the better!

Finally, the third remnant soul couldn't help but appear.

"If both of you can't do anything to him, then join me."

The remaining souls of the three saints took action at the same time, advancing and retreating together. They seemed to have been friends during their lives, and they were extremely familiar with and understood the battle.

The power displayed by the three of them together is definitely no less than that of a true saint.

If he were placed in front of a heart that had not yet understood the Tao, Fang Qingyang would definitely be suppressed by the power of the other party's aura, and would feel a sincere sense of fear.

Regardless of whether he uses a sword or a punch, he will be instinctively suppressed by the rules of the realm.

But it's different now.

Fang Qingyang was eager to fight with more strong men.

Seeing the turbulence and destruction of the world in front of him, Xu Song hid in the distance with a complicated expression, "I really...envy him."

This battle lasted for as long as a stick of incense.

It wasn't until they shattered the whole world and everything was covered in the aura of death that it ended.

Fang Qingyang's feet landed on the ground, completely crushing the ground.

His eyes were full of light, and he suddenly clasped his fists, "Thank you, seniors, for your advice!"

If the front is just about fighting, then when you get to the back, it tends to be giving guidance and giving you moves.

The remnant souls of these three saints are imparting some things from their lives to Fang Qingyang through fighting, so that he can understand them.

Fang Qingyang knew this very well, so he was full of respect for the three remnant souls.

This battle really improved him a lot.

"Hahahaha, you don't need to thank us. On the contrary, we old bones should thank you."

The white-haired old man at the head holding a spear laughed boldly, "We old guys have been dead for countless years. We never thought that there would be someone to accompany us to fight a hearty battle after death. These pointers are insignificant."

"Yes, your understanding is too strong. We are just a favor. You will definitely stand at the top of the road in the future!"

The old woman's eyes were full of love.

Finally, the old man nodded, "Boy, it's not easy to have an indomitable Taoist heart at such a young age. No matter where you are placed, you are the leading super genius. Remember, guard against arrogance and impetuosity. The road to cultivation is long. The only way is to maintain Only a humble heart can make it to the end!”

The remaining souls of the three saints all gave Fang Qingyang absolute affirmation.

Fang Qingyang bowed respectfully to the three afterimages to show his admiration.

The remaining souls of the three saints dissipated, their consciousness completely dissipated, and they completely disappeared from the world.

Fang Qingyang was covered in blood and scarred, but he was always in high spirits.

"Let's go?"

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows and said to Xu Song.

Only then did Xu Song react and quickly followed Fang Qingyang's footsteps.

The two stepped into the Saint Soldier Cemetery.

"There are not only seven Holy Realm Spiritual Weapons here, but also many Prince Realm Spiritual Weapons. However, everyone who comes here is here for the Holy Realm Spiritual Weapons."

Xu Song explained, "Everyone who enters the Holy Weapon Cemetery has only one chance to choose a spiritual weapon. Of course, you can't get whatever you choose. It depends on whether you can pass the test of the residual soul."

"Only one chance?"

Fang Qingyang frowned slightly. There are so many holy swords here, but he can only take one? This is not his character.

However, since the rules are defined in this way, he will follow the rules first.

"I also have a purpose. I came for this sword!"

Xu Song grinned and strode towards one of the cemeteries.

The sword standing upside down above the cemetery is purple all over. Even under the cover of dust, it still presents an elegant atmosphere.

When Xu Song stood in front of the tomb, a shadow appeared silently.

"You want this sword?"

The remnant soul of the saint grinned, "You are not even a sword cultivator, but you want this sword?"

"I really like this sword. Please test me according to the rules."

Xu Song bowed his hands, respectful.

"Step down, you are not qualified."

The remnant soul of the saint sneered, and did not even give Xu Song the qualification to test, and waved his hand to dismiss him.

Xu Song's smile froze on his face, this... is it over?

Not a sword cultivator, not even qualified to hold a sword?

"Pah."

Fang Qingyang put his hand on his shoulder, "Let me try."