The Art of the Great Sword

"Bang!"

The monk was punched against the wall and became dizzy.

He held on to his breath and yelled, "Zhang Lun, you...you dare to attack me? You have the mark left by an adult on your body. If you make the slightest move, you will definitely die!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt another sword wound on his chest.

Once Fang Qingyang attacks, he won't hold back.

"Puff puff puff!"

A series of sword lights emerged, and the monk's body was covered with bruises and blood before he could say a word stuck in his throat.

His body collapsed, like a puddle of mud.

The whole person has completely lost his voice.

He never imagined that a boy who had not even entered the realm of supernatural powers could actually burst out with such terrifying combat power in an instant.

After killing the monk, Fang Qingyang's eyes turned cold. He knew that he didn't have much time. Due to the mark on his shoulder, he would be noticed in an instant.

Sure enough, the mark on the shoulder suddenly erupted with terrifying force, pouring into Fang Qingyang's limbs and bones. The rampant force was so brutal that it seemed to crush all the life in his body.

"Crash!"

At this moment, Fang Qingyang's whole body became transparent, and eventually turned into a puddle of water and fell to the ground, while he himself appeared dozens of meters away unscathed.

This is a move in the spell, a practical move similar to the fire move, called Water Stand. It can create a stand-in at the moment the attack comes to bear the damage on its behalf.

Of course, this kind of energy consumes a lot of oneself, and it can be used to save life at critical moments. If it is used frequently, the body will simply not be able to bear it.

He must have noticed something strange. I have to suck out all the essence and blood in the pool before he arrives... Fang Qingyang did not dare to relax for a moment, and immediately rushed into the formation and came to the side of the pool.

Looking at the terrifying sea of ​​blood boiling in the pool, Fang Qingyang seemed to see countless distorted and ferocious illusory faces in front of his eyes. They screamed and cried, struggling and rising in it, but in the end they were all swallowed up by the blood.

These are the creatures that have been swallowed up by the formation in these years. Their huge grievances have turned into thoughts boiling inside. Those who are slightly unsteady will be trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

"puff!"

Without saying a word, Fang Qingyang thrust the Dragon Emperor Sword into the pool of blood.

In an instant, the terrifying suction began to boil, and a large amount of essence and blood poured into the Dragon Emperor Sword, as if countless threads were growing.

The formation flickered on and off, and the boiling power in the blood surged one after another. Each roar caused several more overlapping reflections in the void.

Outside the tower.

The monk at the ninth level of the supernatural realm turned pale. He suddenly turned around and looked behind him, even breathing became extremely difficult, "No...impossible! How could he escape the assassination of my mark! Also, undercover Hasn’t it been found out?”

These thoughts lingered deeply in his mind and made him tremble.

Among the two people left behind, Zhang Lun was actually an undercover agent?

Moreover, he has the means to deal with the backlash of his mark...

It's over!

A thought came into his mind. He seemed to have seen his own end. As long as the blood pool made a mistake, he would definitely be held accountable.

That's not just death!

In other words, being able to die happily may become a luxury!

"Sir, what should I do..."

The other monks looked at him with expressions full of panic and fear.

"Now, Blackwater City is in danger. Murong Jiu may be able to invade here at any time. Let's escape quickly while those princes are not paying attention!"

The monk seemed to have made up his mind, "If we run away now, there is still a chance of survival. Otherwise, once they free their hands, they will kill us all!"

After saying that, he jumped into the air, his body turned into a stream of light and rushed out of the city.

The other people's faces turned pale. In this situation, everyone had no intention of staying any longer and dispersed.

Outside the square, Murong Jiu mobilized his princely power and pushed him all the way. No matter how many obstacles were encountered along the way, he was easily run over.

Every time the 100-meter-tall Wanghou Faxiang punches, it triggers a frightening offensive, devastating and extremely terrifying.

"Murong Jiu, if you dare to take another step forward, you will definitely die!"

In the void, two figures floated.

Astonishingly, they are two princes of Xuanming Realm!

One of them is Wang Qingyun from the Yaochi Holy Land Presbyterian Church.

"Why, your Yaochi Holy Land doesn't even pretend to be?"

Murong Jiu sneered, and there was a hint of cold and murderous intent in his pupils, "The closer I get to the truth, the more anxious you become, so you try every possible means to stop me. In the past, you at Yaochi Holy Land would pretend to be more reserved, but now you are completely Urgent."

"I have nothing to do with Yaochi Holy Land for a long time. Don't talk nonsense."

Wang Qingyun snorted coldly, "The reason why I came to Heishui City today is entirely my own doing and has no connection with the Yaochi Holy Land."

"Yes, what a good dog!"

Murong Jiu laughed loudly, "You are so good at being a dog. If I were Jiang Ding, I would be very moved!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Murong Jiu, I'll give you three breaths. If you don't retreat, we will kill you."

Wang Qingyun's face was cold. He had fought with Murong Jiu several times before and found that the other party was far stronger than the legend said.

As both of them were princes in the Xuanming realm, he actually seemed a little weak in front of him. He was defeated in several fist-to-fist collisions.

Even if the two of them joined hands, they could not guarantee victory.

Murong Jiu said indifferently, "What do you think I rely on to get to where I am today? The emperor did not recall me even after issuing twelve golden orders. Would he care about your words?"

"In that case, then kill him!"

Wang Qingyun raised his hand and killed Murong Jiu, with a ruthless look in his eyes. There was only one solution when things had developed to this point.

That was... to kill Murong Jiu!

Otherwise, once the secret of Blackwater City was exposed, it would cause a chain reaction.

The incident in Yaochi Holy Land could no longer be hidden!

"That's where your formation is located, right? That high tower is the main body of the formation, but why... collapsed?"

Murong Jiu raised his hand and pointed, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Wang Qingyun's heart trembled. He retreated violently while looking up at the distance. As expected, there were a lot of cracks around the tower. After a few breaths, it began to collapse with a loud bang.

"Formation... Array!"

Wang Qingyun looked like someone was holding his head. His face turned red. He roared madly, "Whoever dares to touch this formation, I will kill his entire clan!"

"Think about how to get out first."

Murong Jiu grinned, put his hands together, and pushed out a fist seal at the same time.

The king and prince behind him made the same move, and the offensive was overwhelming!