The Art of the Great Sword

Xu Song quickly retreated. Since he had no chance, he must try Fang Qingyang instead.

"Sir, there are seven magical swords here. Why don't you choose one?"

Xu Song asked a lot.

"I don't want to pick."

Fang Qingyang said lightly, "Because, I want... to want them all."

Xu Song suddenly fell silent. He was not at the same level as him at all, and he could never use his own so-called thinking to speculate on others.

Although there are rules in the Saint Soldier Cemetery, everyone has only one chance and can only choose one sword, but are the rules meant to be broken?

The key depends on whether the strength is enough!

If you are strong enough, no one in the world can stop you.

Fang Qingyang walked up to the phantom and half-smiled, "Senior, your sword is very good, but this is the Saint Weapon Cemetery. The other six Saint Realm Spirit Weapons are very good. I want them all. Do you have any objections?" ?”

The shadowy figure heard the words and sneered, "How dare you brat to speak nonsense even if you are only in the Mysterious Fate Realm. Even if you are in the Divine Fate Realm, you may not be able to pass my test..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qingyang burst out his sword intent.

The will of the sword and the heart of the Tao are unreserved.

He is a master of swordsmanship and the youngest master of swordsmanship!

In addition, the terrifying sword intent that uniquely belongs to the Great Wild God Sword Technique is boiling in the void, making a hissing sound, like a burning fire cooking oil.

The next words of the phantom were directly blocked by force.

"I feel that with my talent in swordsmanship, I won't be able to insult your sword or other holy swords, so I want them all!"

Fang Qingyang shouted loudly, and released his sword intent again without any reservation.

All his talents and will were on full display at this moment.

In an instant, the entire Saint Soldier Cemetery was alarmed.

"Such a strong sword intent!"

"Even among sword masters, he is one of the best."

"Exaggeration, too exaggerated."

"Is this kid really in the Mysterious Life Realm?"

Many sleeping remnant souls woke up. They were floating in mid-air, looking at Fang Qingyang in the distance in shock, and there was an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

How many years?

There has never been anyone whose talent in swordsmanship can shock the entire audience the moment it appears.

Fang Qingyang did it!

"He...he is not only a sword cultivator, but also a physical cultivator!"

"It's still a legal practice!"

"Hiss, third cultivation of the physical sword?"

Some sharp-eyed remnants of the saint saw Fang Qingyang's true identity and couldn't help but gasp.

"Not only is it a swordsman who can show such exaggerated talent in swordsmanship, are all the younger generations so strong today!"

Some of the remnant souls of the saints were immediately stunned.

"I...I'm a little moved."

The remnant soul of a saint said, "If we give him the magic sword, he will definitely live up to our reputation..."

"This is against the rules."

Others immediately retorted.

"Aren't rules meant to be broken?"

Another remnant soul spoke.

At this moment, Fang Qingyang suddenly became the incarnation of the divine sword. He showed off his sword power unscrupulously, like a lofty emperor.

Some princely magic swords took the initiative to fly, uncontrollably, floating in the air. There were many of them, reaching hundreds.

These magic swords began to move towards Fang Qingyang, respectfully, like courtiers kneeling on the ground, worshiping the emperor.

Wan Jian pays homage!

The remaining souls of other saints also had thoughts at the same time.

After fully revealing his sword intent, Fang Qingyang once again asked the remnant soul of the saint in front of him, "Senior, with my talent, can I ask you to hand over all your spiritual weapons... to me?"

The remnant soul of the saint had a troubled expression on his face. Fang Qingyang was the most terrifyingly gifted swordsman he had ever seen, but there was one more thing he was hesitant about. The opponent was a third-level physical sword cultivator.

"You are a third-level cultivator of physical swordsmanship..."

The remnant soul of the saint said, "In other words, you only devote one-third of your energy to swordsmanship..."

"laugh!"

Fang Qingyang suddenly slashed out a sword in the distance. It contained terrifying power, like a body-skilled punch, shocking the world and making continuous roars.

Then, Fang Qingyang stabbed out another sword with his backhand, surrounded by the two elements of ice and fire, making the sword even more terrifying.

"Although I am a third-level practitioner of physical swordsmanship, I...mainly focus on swordsmanship. My Great Wild God Sword Technique can accommodate all things and integrate everything!"

Fang Qingyang's eyes sparkled.

At this point, the remnant soul of the saint completely lost all worries. He was overjoyed and said, "Okay, this Purple Sound Sword will be passed down to you from now on. I hope you won't let it go!"

The purple magic sword inserted upside down into the grave burst out with brilliant light, and with a sword cry, it flew into Fang Qingyang's hand.

In the distance, the remaining souls of other six-path saints also spoke one after another, "I am also willing to pass on the magic sword to you!"

"Same as me!"

"Over the years, you have the most terrifying talent I have ever seen. Instead of taking advantage of others, I'd rather give it to you!"

"Rules? What are the rules? The biggest rule is that I can find a suitable person to pass on my sword!"

For a moment, the remnant souls of the saints were extremely anxious, and everyone rushed to deliver the holy sword to Fang Qingyang's hands.

Xu Song was confused.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously to make sure he was not dreaming.

This...he had never heard of such a thing in all these years.

"Thank you all seniors, I, Fang Qingyang, will definitely make the name of sword cultivator resound throughout the nine heavens and ten places from now on, and I will never let down the trust of all seniors!"

Fang Qingyang clasped his fists at the people around him, and he was also in agitated mood.

Being able to attract so many remnant souls of saints to worship is partly due to the sword intention. The deeper reason is that the Great Wild God Sword Technique itself is too powerful to create such movement.

A total of seven holy realm spiritual weapons fell into Fang Qingyang's hands.

"Master!"

In the distance, another remnant soul said, "Although we spiritual soldiers have not reached the holy realm, we are still at the upper level of the princely realm. Please accept us as well!"

As soon as these words came out, many remnant souls who had not entered the holy realm spoke one after another, "Yes, accept us too!"

"It is an honor for this sword itself to be controlled by Young Master!"

"Please, Master, accept it!"

Those remnant souls actually shamelessly begged.

Xu Song's vision went dark and he almost fainted.

He has lived for so many years and has never seen this scene.

The Saint Soldier Cemetery has a very high level of competition and strict rules. Everyone only has one chance. If you don't make the choice, just leave. There will be no chance again.

This has been the case for so many years.

But if it were Fang Qingyang, why would it be different?

It can only be said that the treatment of the strong and the weak is never on the same level.

"Thank you seniors for your support!"

Fang Qingyang was excited. His Ten Thousand Swords Technique needed just enough magic swords to be able to exert its power. There were so many prince-level spiritual soldiers in the field. If you really counted them, they would definitely be a very exaggerated wealth.

Now, it's all in your own hands!

So much money!