The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang's figure appeared behind Tu Peng at some point. He held the hilt of the Dragon Emperor Sword and said in a low voice, "Actually, I understand your ambition. You want to be different from other demon clan masters. You want everyone to look at you with new eyes. Unfortunately, the place where you are running wild is called the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"The Great Zhou Dynasty, the Juetian Mountains, is my Fang Qingyang's territory. It's not your turn to run wild."

Fang Qingyang spoke word by word, full of contempt.

Tu Peng was startled and raised his hand to press down with his elbow, repelling Fang Qingyang. At the same time, he twisted his figure and distanced himself from Fang Qingyang.

The other party suddenly flashed behind him, which was too weird.

"As expected of a demon clan master, he is indeed very powerful. He is still alive and well after being hit by my sword. It's amazing."

Fang Qingyang seemed to be smiling, but Tu Peng's heart was already in chaos, and his combat power naturally dropped by 30%.

If the other party was at his peak, I'm afraid it would take a while for him to fight with him.

But now, we can only say, seize the opportunity to pursue and beat the fallen dog!

Tu Peng thought it was a difficult situation. He turned his head and found that one third of the demon saints he brought had been lost. Although the human race was also damaged, it was far less than them.

If it continues like this, even if the human race is seriously injured, their demon race will be directly wiped out.

This action was commanded by Tu Peng privately, and he paid a heavy price. His original intention was to rescue the Qingyu demon saint and let him teach the method of controlling the weapon to many strong men in the Demon God Mountain.

It was not until now that he realized that he was at the end of the road.

"My lord, don't waste time anymore, break through!"

A demon clan great saint realm voice hoarse, "We will protect you and leave. It doesn't matter if we die, but you must go back alive."

As they said, these demon clan great saints took the initiative to kill Su Luochuan.

They roared, wanting to suppress Su Luochuan with the most powerful physique of the demon clan. As long as they could buy time for the young master, they were willing to die.

"As the saying goes, you are being lured into a trap. Now that you are in, do you still want to get out?"

Su Luochuan spoke lightly. He stretched out his hand to hold the Moon-Grabbing Sword and slashed it horizontally. The sword energy was still exaggerated and swept across the body of the Great Saint Realm demon in an instant.

One of his arms was cut off on the spot.

Even if it was a Great Saint Realm demon, Su Luochuan still cut it off!

The human race strongmen rushed forward and formed a siege again. With many Taoist magicians supporting the formation outside, the demons were attacked from both inside and outside, and it was very uncomfortable.

Tu Peng disappeared into the crowd and flew out quickly.

When he approached the barrier composed of elements, he roared, revealed his sharp claws and tore it hard, and the barrier was directly broken into a big hole.

"Want to escape?"

Su Luochuan narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and slashed with a sword. The sword energy condensed thousands of killing intentions, boiling endlessly, and instantly fell on Tu Peng's back.

This sword was extremely vicious, and a visible crack was cut on the spot.

He paused, and there was murderous intent in his pupils. The arrogance of the young master made him want to find Su Luochuan and fight to the death immediately, but after a brief thought, he decided to step out of the formation.

He wanted to escape!

He couldn't die here!

Su Luochuan's eyes were fierce, and he was about to chase him, but was stopped by Fang Qingyang, "Let me go, brother, you stay here to command, and you must kill them all."

Su Luochuan thought about it for a while, and finally nodded, "Okay, you go, I'll cover you."

Fang Qingyang rushed out, and several demon saints came out to stop him halfway, but they were all cut off by Su Luochuan with a sword.

Just like that, Fang Qingyang flew out of the formation and followed Tu Peng.

Tu Peng kept accelerating all the way, his physical body flew, cutting through the void, and his ears were full of harsh buzzing.

Fang Qingyang hung behind, and his speed was not inferior to the other party at all.

After a cup of tea, Tu Peng's face was fierce. He found that he still couldn't get rid of Fang Qingyang. This kid was as annoying as a sticky candy.

After confirming that he was the only one, Tu Peng had a murderous intention in his heart.

"You dare to catch up with me alone, you are looking for death!"

Tu Peng stopped his figure and made a move with his backhand. A huge and terrifying handprint was formed in the air and slapped towards Fang Qingyang, "Heavenly Demon Hand!"

"One sword to kill the god!"

Fang Qingyang held the sword in his right hand and was ready to welcome it.

A sword split the handprint, and Fang Qingyang rushed out of the majestic and terrifying air wave. There was a cold color in his pupils, and he raised his hand to throw out a spiritual pattern.

Intermediate holy realm spiritual pattern, Thunder Dragon Holy Pattern!

This spiritual pattern instantly turned into a mighty thunder and lightning dragon, which rushed Tu Peng's body away. The terrifying combat power gathered at this moment formed a large tear-like wound.

Tu Peng took on the power of the spirit pattern, and his skin turned black, but he never retreated. He just stood proudly in the void with a sinister look in his eyes.

"You shouldn't play, you shouldn't chase me alone."

Tu Peng said word by word, "I am the young master of the Demon God Mountain. Do you think I don't have a trump card? Not to mention you, even if Su Luochuan catches up, there is only one way to die!"

Fang Qingyang activated the Dragon Transformation Art without saying a word. His internal strength suddenly surged, and his muscles bulged outward, forming an exaggerated arc, like a dragon.

A touch of crazy fighting spirit was revealed in his eyes.

Since he chose to catch up, no matter what Tu Peng used, he would take it!

"Go to hell!"

Tu Peng laughed loudly, raised his hand and tore the void, his laughter was mixed with madness, "This is one of my trump cards, I can summon the attack of the True Saint Realm Demon Saint, with your level, it's not enough!"

In the torn void, an arm covered with green hair suddenly stretched out, this arm was very huge, as if it came from a giant.

The arm seemed to have eyes, and it grabbed Fang Qingyang directly, and the five fingers opened like a pillar of heaven, as if to hold Fang Qingyang in the palm of his hand.

Fang Qingyang's heart trembled, the attack of the True Saint Realm strongman shook the world, but it was not completely impossible to deal with it, at most it was a little troublesome.

Looking at Tu Peng with an arrogant face in the distance, Fang Qingyang did not hesitate, took a step forward, and went against the trend.

His figure was instantly grabbed by the giant hand, but at this moment, Fang Qingyang's figure turned into a pool of water mist and disappeared.

Water substitute!

It is a life-saving move that magic cultivators have tried and tested.

Fang Qingyang appeared behind Tu Peng, raised his hand and clapped it, a giant earth element hand emerged from the ground, pushing Tu Peng towards him.

At the same time, Fang Qingyang slashed forward with a sword.

Kill the god with one sword!

Tu Peng was shocked by the sudden attack, so he was a beat slower to react. By the time he realized his situation, Fang Qingyang's sword had already slashed into his body.

"You..."

Tu Peng's eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

"You should be grateful to die in the hands of the youngest sword master."

Fang Qingyang calmly put away his sword. He integrated all the sword intent into this sword, and he wanted to kill with one blow. Fortunately, he succeeded.

Otherwise, once Tu Peng played other trump cards, it would be hard to say who would win.