The Art of the Great Sword

The demon cultivator who was watched by Fang Qingyang had no courage to step onto the altar again.

The altar was strange. Lin Wuliang had died directly on it before.

Moreover, after the long sword appeared, it burst out with unimaginable power. Under such circumstances, if he went to take the long sword, he would definitely encounter an accident!

He didn't want his life to wither away. Under such circumstances, he would rather let other cultivators take the sword.

Fang Qingyang saw that the demon cultivator actually asked the cultivators around him to take the sword. He just thought this scene was particularly ridiculous.

The demons are cruel. When they face other races, they never know what fear is. They slaughter creatures everywhere, but when their own lives are threatened, they will be afraid!

"It's you. Don't look for anyone else. Go and take down the long sword now!"

Fang Qingyang looked at the demon cultivator who was looking around and gave his order again.

He didn't know the name of this demon cultivator, but these guys were all his subordinates, so he just had to go get the sword.

"Master, I... I'm just a beginner in the realm of creation. Once I get close to this altar, I might be killed by the might in the altar!"

The demon cultivator targeted by Fang Qingyang was full of fear.

The battle just now was still vivid in his mind. The blood-colored long sword didn't seem to have much power, but when the blood-colored long sword just appeared, the might it burst out left a deep impression on him!

In this case, if he went to get the sword, he might be killed by it.

Puff...

Just as the voice of the demon cultivator who had just entered the realm of creation fell, a sharp sword light suddenly fell on his neck and cut off his head.

Not only that, the sharpness contained in the sword energy destroyed the soul of the demon cultivator who had just entered the realm of creation, and made him die here completely!

After killing the demon cultivator who had just entered the realm of creation, Fang Qingyang randomly found another demon cultivator and said, "Go and get the sword back for me!"

The demon cultivator who was targeted by Fang Qingyang was extremely terrified.

He never thought that things would develop to this extent.

He wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the fate of the person who just refused, he couldn't say the words of refusal.

Seeing that the demon cultivator was in a panic, Fang Qingyang said again: "There is no danger in the altar. The sword should have been exchanged by Lin Wuliang after he sacrificed himself. You get the sword back for me!"

Hearing this, the demon cultivator who had just entered the realm of creation who was targeted by Fang Qingyang did not dare to hesitate any more.

Now that it has come to this, if he does not take action, Fang Qingyang will definitely kill him!

It is dangerous to take the sword, but if he does not obey orders, he will die here!

After figuring it out, the demon cultivator who had just entered the realm of creation walked directly towards the altar.

As soon as he stepped onto the altar, he felt a heavy pressure looming over him. He hurriedly said to Fang Qingyang: "Master, this altar has a huge gravity, I can't climb up!"

Fang Qingyang heard this and said: "Move forward under the pressure!"

The demon cultivator who had just entered the realm of creation heard this and knew that he would not be able to report if he did not take the long sword on the altar. He immediately gritted his teeth, endured the heavy gravity, and continued to climb up the altar.

The altar was only nine feet high. For a cultivator in the realm of creation, this could be called flat ground.

He climbed up the steps of the altar. The further he went, the greater the pressure he endured.

There were ninety-nine steps. When he reached the twentieth step, he could no longer move.

The huge pressure acted on him and pressed him to the ground!

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyang frowned slightly. This altar could be stepped on before, but now it is impossible to climb?

The demon cultivator who had just entered the Creation Realm was pressed to the ground by gravity when he climbed the altar. What kind of power was this altar filled with?

"You go!"

At this moment, Fang Qingyang shifted his gaze to a demon cultivator in the middle-grade Creation Realm.

The demon cultivator in the middle-grade Creation Realm was chosen by Fang Qingyang, and he was like a bereaved mother.

However, he did not dare to disobey Fang Qingyang's order and continued to climb the altar.

The cultivator in the middle-grade Creation Realm was filled with fear, and he also felt the pressure when he stepped on the steps of the altar.

However, he could still bear this pressure for the time being, and immediately continued to move forward step by step.

"Master, the pressure I bear increases with each step I take up. My cultivation level in the middle-grade Creation Realm is simply not enough to reach the top and retrieve the sword!"

The cultivator in the middle-grade Creation Realm came to the 50th step, but could not go any further.

He explained the situation to Fang Qingyang, and then he lay down on the 50th step without moving.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyang turned his gaze to Yue Feng and said, "You are the Grand Elder of the Demon God Temple, and your combat power is only second to that of Chen Yi. Go and help me retrieve the long sword!"

When Yue Feng heard Fang Qingyang's words, he was startled and said, "I may not be able to reach the top."

Fang Qingyang said, "Do your best!"

After hearing Fang Qingyang's words, Yue Feng knew that he could not refuse.

Immediately, he stepped directly onto the altar.

He actually wanted to directly control the blood-colored long sword. He had just seen the power of the long sword. If he could control the long sword, he should have the power to fight Fang Qingyang with the power of the long sword.

As long as he could burst out the power of the long sword, he would definitely hold the long sword and wash away all the humiliation he had endured!

He climbed up the stairs, and with each step up, the pressure he endured increased.

However, with his cultivation in the upper-grade creation realm, even if the gravity enveloped him, it would not have much impact on him.

After a while, he came to the 60th step, and the gravity here was like a mountain pressing on him, but he still walked and continued to move forward.

61st step, 62nd step...

With each step up, the pressure he endured increased. The power in his body was running to the extreme, frantically resisting such gravity.

A quarter of an hour later, he came to the 90th step under pressure. At this point, he felt that every step forward was a torture.

The huge gravity had already pressed his bones to the point of making a slight sound, making him extremely uncomfortable!