The Art of the Great Sword

The demon clan great sage then realized that Fang Qingyang was so strong that even ordinary great sages could not catch his thunder, but he used it to temper his body.

This was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for him!

"You are looking for death!"

He roared, his eyes red, and waved his one arm to kill Fang Qingyang.

As Tu Peng said, since he is a demon clan, he should play to his greatest advantage, such as rushing around with his physique and crushing everything.

"Boom!"

Fang Qingyang's body was directly knocked away by him and smashed into the ground.

The figure of the demon clan great sage fell quickly, like a mountain pressing down on his head, and stepped into the deep pit with one foot. Clearly before he fell, the terrifying turbulence flowed wantonly, directly pressing Fang Qingyang's body to the extreme.

In the deep pit, Fang Qingyang raised his cold eyes and grinned, "You demons have always boasted that your physique is invincible in the world. Is that true?"

"Unbeatable King Fist!"

Fang Qingyang punched against the sky and collided with the demon sage.

In an instant, countless cracks appeared in the surrounding ground, roaring and shaking, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye rushed towards the surroundings, crushing the ground brazenly.

Many spectators were repelled by this breath.

What a strong physique!

Many demons sighed in their hearts.

On the city wall, watching his unique skills being brought to the extreme by Fang Qingyang, Murong Jiu was naturally indescribably excited.

Even though Fang Qingyang's understanding of the Unbeaten King Fist has far exceeded his current understanding, Murong Jiu did not feel bitter at all, but was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"The disciple is better than the master."

Murong Jiu murmured, "Fang Qingyang, you are growing so fast. It would be great if your father could see this with his own eyes."

At the beginning, Murong Jiu's failure to save Fang Xuanxiao was the pain of his life.

Every time he thought of this, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Fortunately, Fang Qingyang is now growing at an amazing speed. In terms of achievements, he has far surpassed his father. This is also another form of inheritance.

"Puff!"

The one-armed demon saint vomited blood and flew back. He attacked Fang Qingyang, but was repelled by the opponent, and it was his best physical body.

The one-armed demon saint was very angry, his cheeks turned blue and red, and he felt ashamed. The mocking eyes from the human race made him feel hot all over, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Come back."

Tu Peng looked disappointed, and he shook his head, "You are not his opponent."

"My Lord, I can!"

The one-armed demon saint heard this and roared angrily, "If I can't even kill a human kid in the small holy realm, how can I live in the world with my face?"

As he said this, his eyes were red, and he attacked Fang Qingyang again.

A demon saint next to him gave a thumbs up, "My Lord, your provocation really works. This time he may burst out with all his potential."

Tu Peng's face was gloomy, "Idiot, I'm saving him!"

This group of idiots directly misunderstood what he meant.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Tu Peng saw that he was not as good as Fang Qingyang. If he continued to fight like this, there would only be one result, that is, he would be killed by Fang Qingyang.

This is not a joke!

But he didn't think so. He felt embarrassed and had to rush up to fight Fang Qingyang to the death. Aren't you looking for death?

There are not many demon saints in the great holy realm on the demon side.

Every loss is difficult to make up.

This made Tu Peng even more annoyed.

But this was a battlefield for a fair duel between the two sides. No matter how anxious Tu Peng was, he could not intervene and could only wait for things to develop.

Indeed, things developed as he expected.

The one-armed demon saint was furious, his eyes were red, and he had lost his judgment of the situation. The two sides fought dozens of times in a row, and he had more and more wounds on his body.

Fang Qingyang was the same, but his injuries did not hurt the root, and had little impact on himself. Instead, he became more and more courageous.

"Xiao Wu, you are so strong!"

Liu Qijing recovered under the nourishment of the elixir. His lips were pale, but his eyes were surging with a radiant look, and he was obviously very excited.

The demon clan great saint was played by Fang Qingyang like this, which was enough to prove his strength.

"The battle is almost over."

Su Luochuan narrowed his eyes and spoke lightly.

Sure enough, Fang Qingyang in the battle suddenly slashed a sword with the force of thunder, and the speed that was not slow to begin with accelerated again, leaving a sword wound directly on the abdomen of the demon clan great saint.

"Bang!"

The demon clan great sage lifted up the sky with one arm, crushed Fang Qingyang's body with great force, and heard a sound of bones breaking. Fang Qingyang vomited blood and flew back, falling far under the city wall.

But a smile appeared on his lips.

"I'll kill you with this punch!"

The demon clan great sage had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter, and raised his fist to pounce on Fang Qingyang, but he suddenly felt a numbness in his abdomen, and waves of pain surged into his mind.

Puzzled, the demon clan great sage looked down and found that the wound on his abdomen had been covered with wood vines at some point, and there were so many of them that it looked like a bunch of small snakes gathered there, making people's scalps numb.

"I've said it before, he is a third-level cultivator of body, magic and sword, idiot!"

Tu Peng shook his head coldly. The sword that Fang Qingyang slashed out was accompanied by extremely rich wood attribute elements. If the demon clan great sage was still at the peak, he would definitely be able to keenly perceive it and avoid it.

But he was so focused on killing Fang Qingyang that he had already lost his mind, so he was hit by the sword and didn't even think about dodging.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

The demon clan great sage screamed in pain, and a large number of vines flowed into his internal organs from his lower abdomen, instantly filling his abdominal cavity, and then flowed towards his limbs.

In a few breaths, his body was swollen like a balloon.

A large number of vines emerged from his flesh and blood like little snakes, spreading all over his body. Finally, a particularly thick vine pierced his head and rushed straight into the sky.

At this point, the demon clan great sage was left with only a skeleton, and all the flesh and blood had been occupied by vines. He looked like a tree man, which was unbearable to look at.

Fang Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "It's not easy, but I'm still the one who laughs last."

The whole audience was silent.

If Fang Qingyang's previous killing of the Black Demon Saint was due to luck, then this time the situation was completely different. He killed another demon clan great sage with his own hands.

And it was under the eyes of everyone, in full view of everyone.

There was no conspiracy or trickery, just a direct frontal kill!

Tu Peng clenched his fists slightly. Although his expression was calm, his heart was already in turmoil. Fang Qingyang's talent was far beyond his expectations, even stronger than Su Luochuan of the same age.

Is the True Dragon Alliance going to produce another super genius?

"Tu Peng, do you still want to fight?"

Su Luochuan said lightly.

As the strongest fighting force on both sides, he and Tu Peng have never fought.

When the two do not fight, they will play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army. When the two fight together, it can only mean that the battle has entered the final stage.

"No hurry, there is a long time to come."

Tu Peng grinned, turned around and waved, "Let's go!"

At this point, the demons following him retreated in large numbers, but did not go far. They set up camp 10,000 meters outside the city, waiting for the next opportunity to attack.

As for Fang Qingyang, he was surrounded by the crowd and entered the city.

Everyone had a bright smile on their faces.

"Xiao Wu, you have made great contributions today!"

Song Yi gave a thumbs up and praised repeatedly.

Of course it was a great contribution.

Killing two Great Saint Realm monsters in succession, is there anyone with a more terrifying record than this?

"Unfortunately, the realm is still a little low."

Fang Qingyang coughed violently for a while, his eyes narrowed, "If I enter the middle saint realm, even if three or four Great Saint Realm monsters surround and kill me at the same time, I can kill them one by one!"

Everyone sighed when they heard this.

This is the heart of the strong!

Not only do they have to fight with the monsters, but they also have to fight across realms.

Since it is a battle, then swing the sword to the stronger one!

Facts have proved that he does have this talent and confidence.

"Not bad."

Su Luochuan walked in front of Fang Qingyang and spoke slowly.

"Tsk, Xiaowu is unique to be recognized by this guy."

Song Yi sighed.