The Art of the Great Sword

Suppressing the messy thoughts in his mind, Fang Qingyang simply sat down on the ground and began his own practice.

While he was practicing, the Soul-Breaking Mountain was welcoming a great battle.

The first was the valley that the Sword Saint of Mangshan rushed to.

That valley was the real source of danger in the Soul-Breaking Mountain.

Once the existence in the valley broke through the seal and left the Soul-Breaking Mountain, the first place to be impacted was the place where they were sleeping.

In addition, the sealed demonic powers in the valley had already given birth to spiritual intelligence, and they even had memories of the battle that year.

If they were asked to mention those taboo names, the consequences would probably be very serious.

In this case, the Sword Saint of Mangshan chose to take the initiative to attack, and he wanted to strengthen the seal in the valley.

However, some of the existence in the valley could leave the valley, which meant that the suppression of the demonic power by the seal in the valley had dropped to the freezing point.

However, before he could re-strengthen the seal in the valley, he encountered his opponent.

You are a demon with a green face and fangs. You are about two feet tall and have a pair of bat wings on your back. When the bat wings are waved, they always bring wind blades comparable to the law, forcing the Sword Saint of Mangshan to face this person with all his strength.

"The seal can't trap us. You are no longer your peak period. You dare to stop us. You are really not afraid of death!"

The voice of the demon with a green face and fangs is very creepy, as if it is the great terror itself.

The Sword Saint of Mangshan did not give any response, but the rusty long sword in his hand was shaking slightly.

As the shaking intensified, the rusty long sword began to gradually show its edge.

The sharp air emanated from the long sword in the hands of the Sword Saint of Mangshan, cutting the surrounding space into tiny space cracks.

At this time, as the Sword Saint of Mangshan waved the long sword in his hand, the demon with a green face and fangs suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"You just dare to hide?"

Seeing his opponent disappear, the Sword Saint of Mangshan frowned.

He had no understanding of space and didn't know where the green-faced and fanged demon had gone.

He guessed that the other party might be hiding in the air, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Just when he was concentrating on guarding against the demon monk, he saw a slight fluctuation of space energy behind the controller of the Soul-Calming Monument.

Immediately, he shouted: "Behind you!"

In fact, the burly man had already sensed the crisis without the Sword Saint of Mangshan mentioning it.

Ding Dong...

Just when he was about to mobilize all his strength, he received a reminder from the Sword Saint of Mangshan.

Immediately, the Soul-Calming Monument on his back shone brightly, and a force targeting the soul came out from the Soul-Calming Monument, and with it, there was a force of confinement, which confined the space around the valley.

When the power of the Soul-Calming Monument was activated, the attack of the demon monk also fell on the owner of the Soul-Calming Monument.

A series of strange noises came, and the protective measures that burst out on the Soul-Calming Monument had a tendency to collapse directly.

However, the protective barrier of the Soul-Calming Monument still existed. Not only that, a mysterious font suddenly appeared on the Soul-Calming Monument.

The font was blood red throughout, containing an aura that suppressed everything.

As soon as the font appeared, the figure of the demon who was attacking the strong man was immediately revealed.

At this time, the rusty long sword in the hands of the Sword Saint of Mangshan also changed.

It was rusty before, but now, the long sword in his hand is extremely bright.

And the sharp aura bloomed from the long sword, splitting and distorting the surrounding space.

This is still the result of the Sword Saint of Mangshan not controlling the long sword.

When he saw the demon monk with green face and fangs, he swung the long sword in his hand towards the demon monk.

Instantly, the unparalleled sword intent came out from the long sword in his hand, and immediately locked onto the demon monk with green face and fangs.

The demon was suppressed by the font revealed on the soul-suppressing monument, and now he was harassed by the sword moves of the Sword Saint of Mangshan, leaving him no possibility of evading the attack!

Puff...

The sword energy fell on the demon, and the demon's body was instantly broken into two pieces.

"You can't kill me!"

The demon whose body was broken into two pieces looked at the Sword Saint of Mangshan with mockery, and said: "From the moment you came here, I have let part of my true spirit escape."

"It won't be long before the part of my true spirit that left will return as a king, and then I will easily crush you!"

Hearing this, the Sword Saint of Mangshan and the owner of the soul-suppressing monument changed color!

Especially the Sword Saint of Mangshan, as an existence who took the initiative to walk out of the sleeping place, he sensed that there was something wrong in the valley, so he did not continue to sleep, but prepared to kill all the enemies in front of him.

However, the demon told him that some of the opponent's true spirits had actually left the Broken Soul Mountain!

Seeing the Sword Saint of Mangshan change color, the demon continued: "And, did you make a mistake?"

"Do you really think that only I, the Demon Saint of Chimei, broke the seal of this place?"

When the Demon Saint of Chimei's voice fell, the Sword Saint of Mangshan suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis surge in his heart.

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain on his back, and a claw mark deep enough to see the bone appeared!

At this time, the Sword Saint of Mangshan saw that there was another demon behind him.

This demon looked similar to the human race, the only difference was that he had blood-colored lines all over his body!

Those lines were spiritual lines, and this demon was also very good at spiritual lines.

"Array Demon!"

The Sword Saint of Mangshan looked back at the demon who had injured him, and he said angrily: "Damn traitor, kill him quickly!"

At this moment, the Sword Saint of Mangshan ignored the wound on his back, he raised the long sword in his hand and rushed straight towards the Array Demon!

The Array Demon was originally a human, but later defected to the Demon Race, and because of the Array Demon's attainments in spiritual lines, this Array Demon killed many of their comrades with spiritual lines.

Now that the Array Demon has appeared, the Sword Saint of Mangshan only wants to completely destroy this Array Demon!

"Compared to the name of Formation Demon, I would rather you call me Formation Saint!"

While the Formation Demon was speaking, his hands began to form seals.

In an instant, spiritual patterns were engraved in the surrounding space. Each spiritual pattern represented a different meaning, and they could be combined into a variety of formations, forcing the Sword Saint of Jianshan and the Master of the Soul-Calming Monument to pay special attention to this Formation Demon!