The Art of the Great Sword

Inside Tianyuan.

Fang Qingyang frowned and moved forward cautiously. The demonic energy around him affected people's judgment of the breath. With the blood moon shining down, the whole world was in a state of irritability.

In such a situation, Fang Qingyang had to be alert all the time to prevent the demons from attacking.

Tianyuan was famous. No matter how many people came in, they would keep silent about their experiences here after they went out, and no one knew what they had experienced.

This just shows how dangerous Tianyuan is!

People who can walk out of here alive are definitely rare. Fang Qingyang dare not take such a dangerous situation lightly.

Going down the mountain road, Fang Qingyang couldn't figure out the direction, let alone where the exit of Tianyuan was. He could only choose to go all the way by feeling.

On the way, he experienced many monsters attacking him, such as the motionless rocks on both sides, such as the willow branches hanging on the cliff... In short, under the blood-red light, everything in this world was very strange.

Finally, Fang Qingyang walked out of the mountain range.

He did not encounter too many dangers, and even the demon he encountered was only one.

In the distance, a figure disappeared in the void, as if he had no weight, and people could not sense his existence.

After a while, he slowly took out a communication crystal and said in a hoarse voice, "A fresh blood food has come. Although I have not fought with him yet, I can sense the vigorous blood in his body. It is too strong. If I can swallow him, I can definitely break through the current realm."

Not long after, a light flashed in the communication crystal, and another voice came, "Okay, help me keep an eye on him, I want this person."

The demon put away the communication crystal and flew forward lightly, without making any sound from beginning to end, unusually quiet.

He was hanging far behind Fang Qingyang, about ten miles away, just beyond the sensing, not so easy to be discovered.

Fang Qingyang frowned. The Great Freedom Visualization Method made his perception extremely sharp. He felt like a thorn in his back, as if a terrible existence was staring at him.

But when he turned around, there was only the red light in the air, which was very vague and made it impossible to see too far away.

But that feeling did not disappear out of thin air. Instead, it became more and more intense. The sense of crisis gradually increased, and even the hairs on his back stood up.

It seems that a powerful creature is staring at me... Fang Qingyang clenched his fists, and a terrifying force gathered in his palms. Once he found something, he would burst out with all his spiritual energy in an instant and attack the opponent.

Every step he took was much more cautious than before.

Rustle.

The footsteps stepped on the ground, making a sound.

As the feeling became stronger and stronger, Fang Qingyang even felt that his hands and feet were burdened with heavy shackles, as if he had suddenly fallen into a quagmire and could not extricate himself.

Finally, a figure appeared in the blood-red light in front of him, blocking Fang Qingyang's way.

He was covered in black robes, and the half of his face that was exposed had rotted, revealing the eerie white bones. His eyes were filled with greed, "That excellent blood food, is it you?"

Fang Qingyang was startled, and his eyes narrowed.

The threat before was not from the demon in front of him!

In other words, there are other demons?

Accompanied by a rustling sound, a figure floated behind Fang Qingyang again, which was the one that followed him before.

"Two... True Saint Realm Demons?"

Fang Qingyang's eyes gradually became fierce. A True Saint Realm-level existence is a giant no matter where it is placed. Now two people appeared and surrounded him.

"No, it's not the complete True Saint Realm."

Fang Qingyang frowned slightly. He realized through the Great Freedom Visualization Method that these two demons were at the peak of the Great Saint Realm and had not yet fully entered the True Saint Realm.

It was as if there was only half a step away, but this half step was difficult to take.

After sensing this, Fang Qingyang felt relieved. Since they had not entered the True Saint Realm, it meant that the situation was not that troublesome. If he used all his strength, he should be able to break out of the encirclement, provided that there were no other demons ambushing him.

"If we share the blood food on you, we can both enter the True Saint Realm, so... take it!"

The black-robed demon blocking the road ahead grinned, making his already scary face even more ferocious at this moment. He roared fiercely and rushed towards Fang Qingyang.

He grabbed with one hand in the air, revealing half of the grim bones, and his five fingers pierced into Fang Qingyang's chest like five sharp blades.

Too fast!

No, it's not fast, but it distorted the space.

The original distance was crossed in an instant under the distortion of space, so that Fang Qingyang made a wrong judgment, so he was hit.

His face was cold. Fighting with two peak demons in the Great Saint Realm was a very difficult thing in itself, and he had to concentrate at all times.

While holding the demon's wrist with his left hand, he punched with his right hand with the power of the undefeated king fist. With the violent roar coming from his ears, the demon was knocked back several meters.

"Huh."

The demon made a surprised sound. He looked down at his wrist and found that the tips of his sharp five fingers were slightly bent.

After piercing Fang Qingyang's body, because of the toughness of the opponent's physique, even his fingers were damaged, which was very rare in the past.

"Physical cultivator?"

The demon thought for a while, "I have also killed many physical cultivators, but none of them have such a strong physique like you..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qingyang raised the Dragon Emperor Sword and swung it.

This attack was even more fierce, and instantly smashed the demon away.

Behind him, another demon quietly approached Fang Qingyang's body, holding his head with both hands on the left and right, and at the same time, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, sending a large amount of mental attacks into his mind.

"So what if you are a physical cultivator? Your body is strong, but your mind is weak, and you can't stand a single blow!"

The demon smiled faintly, as if he had already won.

The demons are good at mental means, and some powerful beings can even use mental power to kill people in dreams, causing the enemy to completely lose their lives in their sleep. This move is also called nightmare method.

When the demon stabbed his mental power into Fang Qingyang's mind, trying to disperse it, he realized that his mental power seemed to have hit a thick wall and could no longer move forward.

"What is this...? Could it be a spiritual weapon that can defend the soul?"

The demon frowned, and before he could react, the huge spiritual power rushed back instantly, along with all the previous huge forces, all acting on him.

With a scream, the demon flew dozens of meters away. When he looked at his hands again, his hands, which were already illusory, melted directly, extremely miserable.

Fang Qingyang's eyes were cold, and he crossed the space in one step, swinging his sword towards him.