The Art of the Great Sword

When the leader of the Nether Clan heard this, he said angrily: "Shuzi is going too far to bully others!"

As this angry roar fell, the wandering souls around him rushed towards Fang Qingyang again.

The difference is that when these wandering souls rush towards Fang Qingyang, they are burning their own lives.

When they rushed in front of Fang Qingyang, they exploded.

The dragon power emanating from Fang Qingyang can no longer stop their suicide.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyang thought that the leader of the Nether Clan must be planning a killer move that he didn't know about.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated at all, and directly raised his Dragon Emperor Sword to kill the leader of the Nether Clan again.

At this moment, he only focused on the enemy in front of him, ignoring the wandering souls that kept rushing in front of him and exploding.

The Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand opened and closed under his control, and each sword contained destructive power, and it moved towards the leader of the Nether Tribe.

Fang Qingyang has never used the swordsmanship skills at the Sword Emperor realm.

Now he used the Dragon Emperor Sword as a guide to focus on his swordsmanship, completely treating the leader of the Nether Clan in front of him as a sparring partner.

Every time Fang Qingyang slashed with his sword, it always landed accurately on the leader of the Nether Clan.

But the Nether Clan leader's physical body is strong, and the black and purple clothes on his body can always neutralize Fang Qingyang's sword energy.

Not only that, he also started to taunt Fang Qingyang, "You want to kill me with this weak sword energy?"

Fang Qingyang simply ignored the voice mocking him. He still only focused on his swordsmanship.

Gradually, the sword energy he erupted spread throughout the surrounding space, forming a sword net.

The sword energy that seemed to be intercepted by the leader of the Nether Clan was actually not disintegrated, but was hidden in the air.

The leader of the Nether Clan was unaware of these problems, and he was also secretly planning his killer moves. Those killer moves were the wandering souls that kept rushing in front of Fang Qingyang and self-destructing.

Wandering souls are formed by the accumulation of resentment. When they self-destruct, they will turn into resentment again.

Resentment is one of the most bizarre forces in the world. Those who are ridden with resentment will be in bad luck if their own luck is overshadowed by resentment.

What he wants now is to make Fang Qingyang full of resentment, then let his attacks have loopholes, find the right time, and kill him with one blow.

Both of them are planning their own killing moves, and they don't understand each other's killing moves secretly.

Just when Fang Qingyang thought that his time was ripe, a thought suddenly came to his mind, "A arrogant soldier will be defeated. You are too proud, and now you are in trouble and you don't even know it!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang immediately woke up from his state of concentration.

He frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Before, when he needed the middle-aged man's help, the middle-aged man remained silent. Even if he took the initiative to ask him for help, he would not answer his own questions. Instead, he would throw the questions to himself.

And now, he actually started to remind himself proactively again?

This made Fang Qingyang feel that he might be facing a life threat now.

The middle-aged man said: "These wandering souls that keep rushing in front of you and self-destructing are the form of resentment. When they self-destruct, they will turn into resentment again, but the difference is that the object of their resentment is you, so You are already filled with resentment."

"What can I do with a little resentment?"

Fang Qingyang thought it was some danger, but it turned out to be resentful.

For him, resentment is never something he needs to worry about!

Seeing Fang Qingyang's reaction, the middle-aged man said: "A little resentment really can't do anything to you, but once the resentment gathers too much, even Heaven will be in big trouble!"

When Fang Qingyang heard this, he said, "Isn't this a bit exaggerated?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he asked, "Do you still remember the way of heaven in the Taixuan world?"

Fang Qingyang naturally remembers the way of heaven in the Taixuan world.

But wasn't the way of heaven in the Taixuan world invaded by others? In the end, a middle-aged man separated the being who had occupied the way of heaven from the way of heaven and then killed it?

Now what does he mean by mentioning this?

"Master, is there any secret in this that I don't know about?"

Fang Qingyang asked the middle-aged man directly.

The middle-aged man said: "The reason why the existence in Taixuan World that has usurped the power of heaven can be easily removed by me is because he is full of resentment!"

"Otherwise, how can it be easy to solve the problem of heaven in this world?"

"What's more, even if the way of heaven in the Taixuan world is really destroyed, the resentment of the Taixuan world will also act on me. For me, the gains outweigh the losses!"

Hearing this, Fang Qingyang had only a partial understanding. He asked: "Can resentment cause very serious harm to people?"

The middle-aged man said: "No, it will only make people unlucky."

Fang Qingyang was stunned and said, "That's it?"

"You silly boy, do you know how difficult it is for a monk to have bad luck?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man's voice was full of resentment. He said: "The monks are able to embark on the path of spiritual practice because of luck. But resentment can directly disintegrate Qi. Good luck!”

"For a monk, once there is no luck, there will be endless obstacles on his way to practice!"

Hearing this, Fang Qingyang said: "Since there is resentment in this world, there must be a way to resolve it."

"According to what you said, when intelligent creatures die, they will feel resentment. If resentment is really that strong, the resentment of those who died in my hands over the years will directly bring me bad luck."

Hearing Fang Qingyang say this, the middle-aged man was speechless.

He suddenly realized that his teaching to Fang Qingyang was not enough!

In terms of how to practice, he did give a thorough instruction, but as for how to deal with some unconventional means in this world, he was afraid that he would also have to slowly popularize it with Fang Qingyang.

"Even if the monks you killed hate you, their resentment will not stay on you for long."

"But the problem you are facing now is different. You are facing an existence that has completely refined the resentment. This kind of resentment is like a thorn in the bone and is difficult to remove!"

"Fortunately, the resentment is not very strong now, so you should end the battle as soon as possible!"

After the middle-aged man said this, he fell into silence.

When Fang Qingyang heard this, how could he not believe the middle-aged man?