The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang wanted to reply with a smile, but before he could say anything, the figure raised his sword to kill. He stepped on the ground, step after step.

Every step made the earth tremble crazily, as if a huge ancient ferocious beast was running wildly. The full sense of oppression made it extremely difficult to breathe.

Fang Qingyang has faced many saints, and even killed the exhausted Jiang Ding with his own hands, but there is no way he can compare with the figure in front of him.

This is a small holy realm in its heyday, and it is also a truly terrifying powerhouse, not something ordinary saints can match!

"laugh!"

The opponent's sword slashed out and struck down, without giving anyone any chance to breathe. It was an instant kill, splitting the sky with force and destroying everything.

Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword and refused to retreat. Even though the opponent was very oppressive, he was not afraid. After blocking the sword horizontally, there was a dizzying sound in his ears.

Fang Qingyang groaned, and his feet instantly sank into the ground, as if a high mountain was suppressing him, causing the magic sword in his hand to almost fall to the ground.

fear!

Facing this blow, Fang Qingyang's pupils flashed with a strong fighting spirit. The stronger the opponent, the more likely he would be able to ignite the fire in his heart.

"I just want to fight with the saint, I just want to fight with the strong, come and kill me! Come and behead me!"

Fang Qingyang jumped up with a wild smile, as if he was crazy.

At this moment, he was truly immersed in the joy of fighting.

"Boom boom boom!"

The shadow of the sword is brilliant, like a sword.

The seven god-shaped swords are menacing, and their murderous intent is getting more severe.

Even though he had tried very hard to change his moves and attacks, he was still not worth mentioning in the eyes of the opponent. He simply pressed down with one hand and transformed into an incomparable giant palm, instantly breaking Fang Qingyang's sword power.

No matter in terms of physical strength, swordsmanship or realm, he is far better than me... Fang Qingyang's eyes flashed with coldness, he raised his hand to block with his sword, and then punched out with his left hand.

Undefeated King Fist!

The opponent simply stretched out his palm. No matter how Fang Qingyang changed and adjusted his direction, he could not avoid it. His fist was instantly wrapped by the opponent's palm.

The two sides were wrestling face to face. Although Fang Qingyang couldn't see his expression clearly, he felt the contempt of the other party. For a moment, Fang Qingyang surged with great strength, and his spine made a clicking sound, like a wandering dragon.

The Hand of the Wandering Dragon!

Fang Qingyang pushed the opponent away with one palm.

Finally had a short respite.

However, in just a blink of an eye, the opponent came to kill him again.

In the distant sky, a middle-aged man looked at everything with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

"This kid has made some rapid progress recently. He has understood the Taoist heart and has the destiny to become a saint. You have to give him a little setback, otherwise he will really think that he is invincible."

The middle-aged man grinned. For him, everything was under control.

The phantom he condensed is definitely the pinnacle of strength in the Little Saint Realm, although it is in the Little Saint Realm. In addition, he is a master of both body and sword. Looking at the entire Little Saint Realm, there is almost no opponent.

To be honest, using him to practice for Fang Qingyang feels a bit bullying, but this is what Fang Qingyang himself asked for, so no one else can blame him.

Time flowed faster inside the Dragon Emperor Sword than outside. By the time the warship arrived at its destination, Fang Qingyang had already received an unknown number of beatings.

But progress comes from these beatings.

Accumulate bit by bit, and eventually converge into rivers and oceans!

"brush."

Fang Qingyang threw a pill into his mouth and lay on the deck breathing heavily, his expression full of joy.

The progress along the way is needless to say.

"Young Master, this place has long been designated as a forbidden area, so I can only take you to park on the outside. In front of you is Jiyuan Mountain."

The disciple of the Fang family who controlled the warship looked helpless.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Fang Qingyang threw him a bag of spiritual stones, and the other party felt as if he had found a treasure and thanked him in various ways.

"Geographic Mountain."

Fang Qingyang slowly stood up and looked into the distance.

This is not a particularly huge mountain. It looks like a small mound. The jungle on the mountain is lush and green.

At the beginning, Elder Su told himself to come here to find him.

"You go back."

Fang Qingyang waved his hand, then stepped into the air and flew towards the mountain.

...

...

Geographically within the mountains.

A huge flat land.

Surrounded by tall trees, almost reaching the sky, there are vibrant scenes everywhere.

Outside the woods, a group of people were making tea around the stove.

Su Luochuan was dressed in white. He looked aloof and did not seem to exist in this world. He had a cold face and played with the teapot expressionlessly.

Opposite him sat an old man, Elder Situ of Dongzhou Taoist Sect.

He is more energetic than before and seems to have come out of the shadow of "Elder Situ is confused".

Situ Qing, Fang Hao, and Xu Wang followed him.

These are the three most talented disciples of the Dongzhou Dao Sect. During the great battle, the Dao Sect did not participate in the competition. Elder Situ specially arranged several training sessions for the three of them and personally controlled their practice.

Now, all three of them have reached the level of princes in the divine destiny realm.

Next to Su Luochuan, sat a carefree young man with an open mind and a rough face, "Elder Situ, have you heard about the recent great strife?"

Elder Situ frowned slightly, "I have been practicing hard in seclusion, so I don't know much about these things."

"Tsk, what a pity, let me tell you then!"

The young man grinned, "Our intelligence organization has really opened our eyes this time. You know, in this era of great strife, several geniuses have emerged, but the most dazzling and talented one is..."

"Ahem, Brother Song, the tea is ready."

Situ Qing spoke quickly and interrupted the young man.

"No, Xiaoqing, wait for me to finish."

The young man was a little reluctant, "You don't know how strong he is. His talent is really exaggerated. He even killed a saint with his own hands. With the strength of a king in the realm of reversing fate, he killed a saint across two levels. How about it, isn't it exaggerated?"

"Brother Song, have some tea."

Situ Qing continued to change the subject. She picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for the young man.

The young man was holding back what he was about to say, and he looked very uncomfortable, even his expression was twisted together, "Xiao Qing, don't interrupt me."

Xu Wang cast a look of "I understand you". As a person who loves gossip by nature, he and Song Yi are super compatible. As long as the two get together, there will be no secrets in the world.

"Song Yi!"

Just when Song Yi was about to speak, Elder Situ couldn't hold it back anymore. He slammed the table and shouted coldly, "Do you think I don't know what you want to say? Isn't it just that sentence? I'm confused. Are you satisfied?"

Song Yi raised his face and breathed a long breath of comfort, as if all the pores on his body were opened at this moment, and his mind was extremely happy.

Satisfied!

Completely satisfied!

After the fun, he didn't forget to wave his hands, and said, "Elder Situ, look at what you said, I don't mean that."

At this time, a servant came in to pass on the message.

"Elder, Fang Qingyang is here."