The Art of the Great Sword

This surprise is no small matter.

The demon clan has done a good job in gathering intelligence about the powerful people like the Dongzhou True Dragon Alliance.

Regardless of Su Luochuan, Song Yi, Liu Qijing, Li Mingyi or those strong men from the Taoist sect, the Monster Clan knows exactly what cards they have and what methods they have.

After all, this war is related to the grand plan of the entire Dongzhou Monster Clan and must not fail.

But there was no plan for Fang Qingyang.

He rose too late, and he was just a prince. Who would care about a human prince?

What they didn't expect was that it was this human prince who actually broke through and became a saint in a short period of time. Moreover, he was a third-level practitioner of body, magic and sword. He had such exaggerated combat power that he could fight beyond the level.

This made the Black Evil Demon Saint realize the difficulty.

"Bang!"

Fang Qingyang was extremely fast and appeared in front of the Black Evil Demon Saint like a ghost. He raised his hand and slashed out with a flaming sword energy, followed by another punch.

Two consecutive moves, very fast, like flowing clouds and flowing water, making it difficult for people to parry.

The Black Evil Demon Saint sneered. He first dodged the flaming sword energy, and then raised his fist to hit Fang Qingyang with a sinister smile on his lips. He was obviously preparing to get close before killing someone.

However, the Black Evil Demon Saint's punch was in vain, and Fang Qingyang in front of him disappeared in an instant. This made his pupils shrink, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind -

He is a Dharma cultivator, so this move is called Fire Element?

The Black Evil Demon Saint's expression changed, and he immediately thought of the flaming sword energy that he had avoided before. Just when he turned around to deal with it, the Dragon Emperor Sword pierced his back with a pop.

Although the body of more than ten meters tall has both speed and flexibility, it is not enough for Fang Qingyang.

Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword tightly and stabbed it in with all his strength, as if he was pushing a high mountain.

The body of the Black Evil Demon Saint is difficult to shake. The more so, the more difficult it becomes for Fang Qingyang to do this move.

"Get out of my way!"

The Black Evil Demon Saint roared angrily and slapped Fang Qingyang's body. The terrifying evil energy spread all over the limbs and bones in an instant, and crazily penetrated into the bones.

"Buzz!"

Fang Qingyang's body was knocked away, and the black evil energy was extremely terrifying. It penetrated into the body fiercely, but in the end, a bright light lit up, completely blocking the black evil energy from outside.

Fang Qingyang stood still and landed on the ground, his expression slightly condensed.

He looked down and saw that the Saint Realm soft armor he was wearing was directly shattered by this move.

This Holy Realm Soft Armor was one of the two Holy Realm Spirit Weapons given to him by Su Luochuan before, as well as a bronze mirror, which was now held in Fang Qingyang's left hand and hidden behind his back.

"Do you think you can protect me from the impact with your defensive spiritual weapons?"

The Black Demon Saint was angry. He had never thought that he would be hurt by an ant-like human being. His hatred became even stronger and he punched him angrily.

Fang Qingyang's body remained motionless, and he raised the bronze mirror with his left hand, aiming it at the Black Evil Demon Saint to shine. The terrifying impact force all hit the opponent, knocking him away.

Then, Fang Qingyang controlled the Dragon Emperor Sword from the air and slashed around.

The Dragon Emperor Sword was still in the Black Evil Demon Saint's body. Before, he was so focused on Fang Qingyang that he actually ignored the sword.

How sharp is the Dragon Emperor Sword?

Even if the body of the Black Evil Demon Saint is strong, he cannot withstand this terrifying stroke.

The next second, there was a terrible wound on his back, which was several meters long. You could even see the white bones under the flesh and blood.

The Black Evil Demon Saint fell into madness, his eyes were red and his murderous intent was stern.

He has never experienced this kind of moment.

It’s the same today!

"Today, I will kill you!"

The Black Evil Demon Saint yelled, "Not only do I want to kill you, I also want to massacre the city. I will massacre the city behind you and the Juetian Mountains. No one will be left alive!"

"laugh!"

Fang Qingyang didn't know when he punched him in the stomach.

There was a hint of ferocious severity in his pupils, "Then you have to...pass my test first."

The Black Evil Demon Saint took two steps back as if he had been hit hard.

Before he could react, Fang Qingyang quickly lowered his body, held the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand, and swept it across.

The Black Evil Demon Saint was unable to dodge, and both of his legs were cut off by Fang Qingyang.

The Dragon Emperor's sword is so sharp that no matter how tough the object is, it cannot withstand a blow.

He roared angrily, and slapped Fang Qingyang's body into the ground with a slap from above.

"cut!"

Fang Qingyang's voice came from underground, and the next moment, the sword light flashed, and the Black Evil Demon Saint screamed and retracted his hand, and his entire palm was cut off.

A figure flew out of the ground, covered in blood, obviously seriously injured, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was always fierce.

"Give them all to me and kill him!"

Only then did the Black Evil Demon Saint realize that he did not come here alone, there were so many demon saints following him.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered these saints to pounce on him and tear Fang Qingyang's body apart like a pack of wolves.

"Ten Thousand Sword Jue!"

Fang Qingyang put the elixir into his mouth and formed a seal with one hand.

In an instant, thousands of magic swords were formed, and they started to kill more than a dozen demon saints crazily.

The light is brilliant and extremely sharp.

The leader of the Demon Saint was covered in heavy wounds and was covered with terrifying sword light. In just an instant, he was cut into hundreds of pieces, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere, and it was extremely miserable.

With the buffer in front, the many demon saints behind had a way to deal with it.

They worked together to repel the sword formation. The formation of thousands of swords was truly terrifying, and it would be impossible for any Saint of the Demon Clan to resist it. However, once they joined forces, even the sword formation could not do anything to them.

"I'll give you... more fire!"

Fang Qingyang sneered, flicked his finger, and a miniature spiritual pattern formation flew out of the ring.

This formation flew lightly across the sky and merged into the sword formation in an instant. Suddenly thunder raged and terrifying winds surged, turning into countless elemental forces that stabbed at the monsters.

This is an elemental formation engraved by Taoism, and it is very effective for killing enemies.

For a time, even if more than a dozen monster saints joined forces, it would be difficult to break through the double blockade formed by the sword formation and elemental formation.

Fang Qingyang's face continued to look pale, and his eyes were painful. The long-term manipulation of Wan Jian Jue had greatly consumed his mental energy, and even pills could not quickly relieve him.

This allowed the Black Evil Demon Saint to see an opportunity.

He endured the pain and waved his remaining arm in the air. In an instant, his body floated upwards, and gradually turned into a terrifying black evil aura.

A few breaths later, the Black Evil Demon Saint no longer existed. There was only a terrifying tornado that was a hundred meters high, exuding evil energy wantonly and killing Fang Qingyang.

"Are you exhausted? You will soon be sucked into it by me and die of a thousand cuts!"

Inside the tornado, the vicious voice of the Black Demon Saint came.

Fang Qingyang murmured to himself, "You guessed it right. I really don't have much energy left, but I can still make the last blow..."

The next moment, he raised his sword in front of his chest with a firm voice——

"One sword...kill the god!"