The Art of the Great Sword

Wang Qingyun and another prince were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. They wanted to get out of this battle immediately and quickly went to the tower to find out.

But Murong Jiu is not a vegetarian. He is known as the military god of the Sword Dynasty. Once a fight breaks out, he doesn't care.

The two looked at each other, both of them had no choice but to fight bravely.

No one is willing to stay and provide for the rearguard, and the intention to quit has already arisen in their hearts.

All we can say is that Murong Jiu’s plan was successful!

His original intention was to let Fang Qingyang get in there and prevent others from jumping over the wall and destroying the pool of essence and blood, but he didn't expect Fang Qingyang to do so well.

The collapse of the tower represents the collapse of the formation.

There is only one result of the collapse of the formation, the essence and blood inside is taken away!

Why is this happening?

He didn't know how Fang Qingyang did it, but it was the fact.

other side.

Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword that had drained the blood pool in his hand, and could feel the warmth coming from it, flowing into his body and stimulating his limbs.

It can only be said that this blood essence has become so powerful that it is terrifying!

It can easily help you improve yourself!

When the tower collapsed, Fang Qingyang happened to escape from it. He looked up at the dark night. Lights flickered in the distance and the sound of fierce fighting could be heard.

This time, Murong Jiu's team has all entered Blackwater City, and there will probably be a protracted fight next.

My mission has been completed, I have to think of ways to leave here as soon as possible.

"brush!"

In the darkness, suddenly there was a sword slashing down, rushing straight towards Fang Qingyang's head.

He reacted very quickly. The moment the sword light approached, he suddenly ducked to the side. At the same time, he raised his hand and grabbed the ring, and the soul-killing spirit pattern appeared.

This soul-killing spirit mark was originally given to Zhou Heng by Jiang Ding, but unfortunately he did not use it. Fang Qingyang used it once later when dealing with Sikong Teng.

It can be used three times in total, and now there are two left!

When the attack of the soul-killing spirit pattern penetrated into the opponent's mind, a muffled groan came from the darkness. It was obvious that the person was stimulated.

The speed of the sword light slowed down, and Fang Qingyang successfully dodged the blow.

He pulled away from the other party and narrowed his eyes.

It was a monk wearing armor, holding a sword as tall as a person, with strong murderous intent in his pupils, "Zhang Lun, you traitor!"

His own realm has reached the sixth level of supernatural power realm!

Fang Qingyang knew him, he was one of the guards near the square.

The tower collapsed and Fang Qingyang escaped from inside. The guard naturally regarded him as the culprit of all this.

"What traitor?"

Fang Qingyang snorted coldly, "Don't slander me. I am from Murong Jiu's side from the beginning to the end!"

"Creak."

The guard looked ferocious and roared, raising his sword to kill.

Fang Qingyang held the Soul Killing Spirit Pattern in the palm of his left hand, and held the Dragon Emperor Sword in his right hand. Instead of retreating, he advanced towards the opponent.

"You are so young in the Yuan Dan realm, but you still have the guts to confront me head-on?"

The guard obviously did not expect Fang Qingyang's courage. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, with disdain flashing in his eyes. The sword in his hand drew a sharp arc in the dark night, reaching straight for Fang Qingyang's waist.

He wants to kill with a sword and kill with one blow!

"Bang!"

Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword upright in front of him and blocked the guard's slashing sword. Facing the terrifying power that split mountains and seas, his body remained motionless.

The guard was shocked. He was famous for his huge strength. Every time he slashed with the sword, even the realm monks could not bear it. This kid actually caught it?

He didn't believe it, so he raised his knife and struck again!

"Bang!"

There was another loud noise, and Fang Qingyang's body was as motionless as a mountain.

Even if he tries his best, he can't shake his figure!

Just as he was roaring with rage, Fang Qingyang flicked his finger, and the soul-killing spirit pattern released its last power.

A large number of soul attacks penetrated the guard's mind, causing him to slow down a bit. After he dispersed the soul attacks, Fang Qingyang's figure was already approaching him like a ghost.

"laugh!"

Fang Qingyang held the Dragon Emperor Sword with both hands behind his back and slashed across his waist, turning into a slash as sharp as a crescent moon. The corners of his mouth slowly curved.

The armor around the guards cracked, and they all fell to the ground with a click.

A flash of shock and anger flashed from his eyes. If it weren't for the armor's protection, I'm afraid he would have been seriously injured even if he wasn't killed by this blow.

This boy's fighting power is so terrifying!

"die!"

The guard was unwilling to accept this reality, so he knocked Fang Qingyang away with the handle of his knife, and then slapped him with the back of the knife, trying to beat him to death.

"Bang!"

Fang Qingyang raised his hand to receive the blow, and his arm went numb for a moment. Then the guard came closer, directly abandoning the sword and grabbing Fang Qingyang's arms left and right.

"Black Mountain Hand!"

The guard's eyes were fierce, and with great force, he twisted Fang Qingyang's arms into twists and carried him away.

Fang Qingyang narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that this guard was also a physical practitioner with such good close combat skills.

If it had been anyone else, he would have lost half his life if he was screwed like this.

But Fang Qingyang is different!

Accompanied by the terrifying physical force, just hearing bursts of clicking sounds, the two twisted arms recovered instantly.

"What?"

The guard was dumbfounded. He used physical training to deal with Fang Qingyang, but he didn't expect that Fang Qingyang was more cruel than him. These injuries were like scratching an itch and had no effect.

"I can do it, can you?"

Fang Qingyang grinned and punched the guard in the face.

Undefeated King Fist!

"Bang!"

The guard's head was thrown back, and his neck cracked under the heavy load, and the back of his head was almost flush with his back.

Then, Fang Qingyang took the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand again, and sent it into the guard's chest with a puff, nailing him directly to the ground.

"There is a gap between physical cultivators."

Fang Qingyang sneered and said this, picked up the guard's ring, and quickly disappeared into the void.

The inside and outside of Black Water City were already in a mess. It can be seen that Murong Jiu led a small army, and they were all the elite among the elite.

These people alone can beat the Black Water City defenders to such a point...

Fang Qingyang had only one word for this, surrender!

Taking advantage of the night, Fang Qingyang finally left Blackwater City. According to the agreement with Murong Jiu, he did not go to Giant Stone City or Baiye City, but ran all the way to the border of the Sword Dynasty.

There was an army stationed at the border, which was an army loyal to Murong Jiu. It was absolutely safe to go there!

After more than an hour of rushing, Fang Qingyang finally saw the military camp ahead from a distance, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he walked into the military camp, he saw a figure standing in front of the camp, with a sinister face and a hint of murderous intent in his pupils.

It was... Jiang Ding!