The Art of the Great Sword

It's Murong Jiu!

He's back!

Fang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, then recalled what Jiang Ding had said before, a flash of crazy anger flashed in his eyes.

It turns out that my father was framed by him!

Together with the eighteen cavalry behind him, he was sent into the abyss!

Although Fang Qingyang didn't know what Tianyuan was, he could tell from Jiang Ding's tone and Murong Jiu's anger that it was definitely a dangerous place.

Entering it, I'm afraid there will be no bones left.

"Murong Jiu, you self-righteous thing, do you know how many people will be killed by this move?"

Jiang Ding laughed like crazy, "Blackwater City has collected the essence and blood of millions of monks over the years, but you destroyed it. One part of the plan was destroyed. Do you think you can ruin the entire plan? I tell you You, the plan will continue to move forward, even crazier, and more people will be killed because of you!”

Murong Jiu's eyes were full of murderous intent, "You are trying to shift the blame for the evil consequences you have done to others. Jiang Ding, are you at the end of your rope?"

"The end of the road? No, I just want you to know that many people will die next, and the reason for all this is because of you. You are the culprit of their death!"

Jiang Ding had obviously completely let go of his pretense, and he laughed wildly, "You are now seriously injured, and you are still fighting as a trapped beast. I will not fight to the death with you, because in the next year, you will witness more things, what you call Persistence is not worth mentioning under the general trend!”

He abandoned the elegance of the past and only laughed like crazy. Although Blackwater City was destroyed, there was no disappointment at all on Jiang Ding's face.

"I remember that the Zhou Dynasty was your hometown, right?"

Jiang Ding turned his head, looked at Fang Qingyang in the distance, and said with a ferocious smile, "Then guess, will the next sacrifice occur in the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

"What a madman!"

Fang Qingyang's pupils were full of hatred. He just wanted to become stronger quickly and one day kill Jiang Ding with his own hands.

"Not far away, that day is not far away."

Jiang Ding laughed and backed away, his body gradually disappearing into the darkness until he disappeared.

And the group of people he brought all left the camp quietly.

"Qingyang."

Murong Jiu rushed forward, injected spiritual energy into his body, and checked his injuries, "Are you okay?"

"Uncle Murong, I'm fine."

Fang Qingyang lowered his head, unable to see his face, let alone his eyes.

After a long time, he raised his head and murmured, "Where is Tianyuan? My father... really can't come back?"

"That is one of the three forbidden areas in Zhongzhou. It is said that even a powerful person in the princely realm cannot survive for more than a day if he enters it!"

Murong Jiu looked gloomy, "When Brother Fang entered it, he was just an ordinary prince in the death-killing realm. I'm afraid it's going to be a disaster...but we can't rule out that a miracle will happen!"

Fang Qingyang nodded, and the last sentence was obviously Murong Jiu trying to comfort him.

Miracle?

If it had happened, it would have happened long ago.

If his father was still alive, how could there be no news for more than ten years?

"Jiang Ding."

Fang Qingyang repeated the name, his whole body was filled with evil energy, and the anger in his pupils had reached its extreme. He shouted with all his strength, "Sooner or later I will kill him, cut him into pieces with a thousand knives, crush his bones and spread ashes!"

"There will come a day."

Murong Jiu comforted.

"Here, the original camp..."

Fang Qingyang hesitated.

"He transferred these troops under the guise of my decree."

Murong Jiu said solemnly, "The moment I received the news, I immediately escaped from the battle and rushed over to save you! Unfortunately, if I had been given half an hour more, I would never have let Wang Qingyun escape!"

"Those are two Xuanming Realm princes."

Fang Qingyang whispered.

"Kill one and let Wang Qingyun run away."

Murong Jiu downplayed it, as if those who died in his hands were not powerful Xuanming realm princes, but just two ordinary people.

Fang Qingyang was amazed that Murong Jiu's combat power was really powerful.

"Come, let me teach you a skill."

Murong Jiu pulled Fang Qingyang into the camp and came to an empty tent. He got in, "This technique was taught to me by Brother Fang back then. It can play an absolutely terrifying role in battles and killings. What I teach you now is a different kind of inheritance.”

Fang Qingyang nodded. Now he just wants to become stronger at all costs.

"This technique comes from a secret book called... the Heavenly Book of Breaking Laws. It is one of the most important treasures in Dongzhou."

Murong Jiu said solemnly, "It has many functions. It can see through all formations and understand the weaknesses of all formations. Of course, this is not all of its effects. If you can practice it to the extreme, you can even see the differences between the movements of the skills and magical powers. Whether you use it to fight the enemy or use it to examine yourself, it can have an irreplaceable effect!"

Fang Qingyang's eyes flashed, and there was some overlap with the Great Freedom Contemplation Method, but there were also differences. For example, the Great Freedom Contemplation Method was more focused on understanding, while the Law-breaking Heavenly Book was more focused on insight.

The two sides can even complement each other!

As Murong Jiu said, this is a treasure!

"Here's the formula, remember it."

Murong Jiu opened his mouth to explain a spell, and then he put his palm on Fang Qingyang's eyebrows and ran the spell-breaking book on his own, causing it to actively circulate in Fang Qingyang's mind for a week, in order to serve as a demonstration.

Fang Qingyang has a high level of understanding. After keeping the law in mind, he closed his eyes and began to comprehend the next step.

Murong Jiu sat beside him, a fatherly smile flashed across his face, and he watched Fang Qingyang's every move seriously. In order to allow him to devote himself to cultivation, he always guarded by his side.

The battle of Black Water City was over. Murong Jiu paid the price of serious injury and killed a prince of the Red Moon Dynasty in the Xuanming Realm, but Wang Qingyun escaped.

The city had been captured by them, and they pushed all the way to the square. After confirming that the blood essence was taken away by Fang Qingyang, he was completely relieved.

Before he could rest, he heard a message from his subordinate troops, saying that he had ordered the transfer of the team guarding the front line.

Murong Jiu immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly set off regardless of his injuries, saving Fang Qingyang at the critical moment.

"Next, I'm afraid I can't go back to the Sword Dynasty."

Murong Jiu smiled indifferently, but he didn't regret it, not at all.

He spent the whole day in the Northern Expedition for two reasons. First, he was a member of the Sword Dynasty and should recover the land occupied by the enemy. Second, he wanted to avenge Brother Fang and find out the truth of the year.

Now, the emperor sent twelve golden orders to stop his actions; the truth has been found out, and the culprit is still at large. He knows that it is time for him to let go.

"I'm afraid I can't stay in the Sword Dynasty."

Murong Jiu sighed, "It's a pity for those good seedlings in Dongchuan Academy. Many of them are from poor families and are eager to serve the country. After this incident, they will inevitably be implicated by me..."

"Uncle Murong."

At this time, Fang Qingyang opened his eyes and said seriously, "Why not, come back to the Great Zhou Dynasty with me!"