The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang returned to Dongchuan Academy. Although this Northern Expedition was short, the harvest was exaggerated. The blood essence in the blood pool alone was enough to replace all the training resources he needed in recent years.

After Xia Yan learned that Fang Qingyang had returned, he rushed over to look for him immediately.

"President Xia."

Fang Qingyang quickly prepared tea with a respectful expression.

Xia Yan was not only the president of the second branch, but also one of the deacons of the True Dragon Alliance, and Fang Qingyang paid him enough respect.

However, Xia Yan's expression was a little downcast.

He raised his hand to create a barrier to ensure that no one could hear what was said clearly, and then sighed, "Many deacons of the True Dragon Alliance went on a mission together some time ago. It turned out that the enemy was more powerful than we imagined. There were two People were lost in that operation, and even I returned wounded.”

This sentence made Fang Qingyang's face freeze. You must know that every deacon of the True Dragon Alliance is at the prince level. Losing two people at once is enough to prove the enemy's strength.

"Have the alien race infiltrated into our East Continent?"

Fang Qingyang asked back.

"More than that?"

Xia Yan smiled bitterly, "I even suspect that there are foreigners in high positions within our Sword Dynasty. This operation was coordinated by the royal family, but the other party still knew our plan in advance. They ambushed us early, causing us heavy losses. !”

"Alien..."

Fang Qingyang sighed. The situation in Dongzhou is already unstable. There are frequent battles between the Sword Dynasty and the Scarlet Moon Dynasty. The conspiracy of the Yaochi Holy Land has emerged. The throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty has changed... Even the distant Huo Family. All have been involved.

At this juncture, if a foreign race comes to get involved, things may be pushed into the abyss.

"So, what are you going to do next?"

Fang Qingyang asked.

"Although our True Dragon Alliance is an unfettered organization, it is the responsibility of all races to fight against aliens. In the next period of time, I will investigate the Yaochi Holy Land while being careful to guard against the actions of aliens."

Xia Yan's eyes turned to Fang Qingyang, "With your talent, you should have been able to advance to the magical realm long ago. Why haven't you taken this step yet?"

"Rewards from the Genius List."

Fang Qingyang chuckled, but he didn't hide anything, "It's not long before the rewards for the Genius List are settled. I won't be willing to be promoted to the magical realm without getting a reward."

Xia Yan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

As the number one genius on the list, Fang Qingyang is really unprecedented in that he cares so much about this reward!

"If you need any elixirs, just tell me. I brought you into the True Dragon Alliance, and I will try my best to help you grow."

Xia Yan patted Fang Qingyang on the shoulder and said, "One more thing. Foreign races like to hunt our human race's geniuses the most. As the number one genius on the list, you must be more careful and leave the city as little as possible to avoid becoming a target of the alien race."

"good."

Fang Qingyang thought that even if he went out of the city, Murong Jiu would accompany him.

He really doesn't believe that foreigners dare to do something to him!

Before Xia Yan left, he left behind three pills, which were taken after entering the magical realm and could help people stabilize their realm.

Fang Qingyang didn't show any pretense and took it after thanking him.

"Has your swordsmanship improved recently?"

Old man Ye lay on the deck chair and basked in the sun lazily.

"I have been practicing. I swing my sword ten thousand times every day to practice killing gods with one sword."

Fang Qingyang answered honestly.

"Come on, take out a sword and let me feel it."

Old Man Ye has not seen him practice since he reached the rank of prince, but his cultivation has never fallen behind and is improving every day.

"good."

Fang Qingyang nodded. The sword-killing move that was combined with insight was his most threatening move at the moment. When fighting a single target, it was far more powerful than the sky-wide sword fire.

Since Old Man Ye wants to feel his progress, then satisfy him.

"brush!"

Fang Qingyang drew out the Dragon Emperor Sword, and without charging any force or fancy moves, he just slashed straight through.

This sudden sword attack made Old Ye's eyes widen.

"It's interesting!"

Even though Old Man Ye was a prince, he still felt that this sword was difficult to dodge. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to hold the magic sword in front of him.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword slashed hard on the magic sword. Fortunately, Old Man Ye suggested a better move, otherwise the two magic swords would definitely have a winner.

With a flick of his wrist, Old Man Ye removed the remaining power of his sword to kill the god, and immediately praised him, "With this sword of yours, you can kill even a monk at the second or third level of the supernatural power realm instantly!"

Fang Qingyang grinned, "It's not enough, far from enough. Fighting across levels is the basic operation of a sword cultivator, but I'm not just a sword cultivator, I'm a third-level physical sword cultivator!"

"You brat, you said you were fat and you still breathed."

Old Man Ye snorted, put away his magic sword and walked to Fang Qingyang, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a little light bloomed from them.

Just when Fang Qingyang felt a little uncomfortable, Old Man Ye took the initiative and said, "You are already planning to return to the Great Zhou Dynasty, right?"

"yes."

Seeing that his thoughts were revealed, Fang Qingyang did not hide it, "The Sword Dynasty will enter a period of turmoil in the next period of time. I will avoid it first and return to the Zhou Dynasty to deal with some matters..."

"You are planning a way out for Murong Jiu."

Old Man Ye said calmly, "Murong Jiu went to the palace to seek an explanation from the emperor. From my point of view, I'm afraid there won't be a good outcome. If you take him in, you will be the enemy of the entire Sword Dynasty."

"Isn't it the same now?"

Fang Qingyang asked back, "Jiang Ding holds great power within the dynasty. As the ninth prince of the royal family and the deputy sect master of the Yaochi Holy Land, he will fight to the death with me. The Sword Dynasty killed my father, how can we not avenge this great revenge? Now and There are very few people in my united front, and Uncle Murong is one of them. He is in trouble, and I must help him. "

"You are indeed the same as before. This is why I admire you."

Old Man Ye was very pleased, "Pack your things and prepare to leave. Murong Jiu will be back early tomorrow morning at the latest."

Sure enough, as Old Man Ye expected, Murong Jiu rushed back with injuries all over his body before the next day, when it was still late at night.

There was a strong cold look in his eyes, he smelled of blood, he staggered when walking, and there was a shocking bone-deep sword wound on his chest.

"Uncle Murong!"

Fang Qingyang rushed up to help him immediately, his face a little ugly, "The royal family... really took action against you?"

"Now that the Sword Dynasty has become Jiang Ding's official voice, I really underestimated his ambition."

Murong Jiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a gloomy expression, "If I hadn't saved a hand, I might not have been able to escape their siege this time... We can't stay here now, so we can only leave!"

Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, "Then follow me back to the Great Zhou Dynasty. Our Fang family has a cultivation land that can meet all your needs!"

Murong Jiu took a deep look at Fang Qingyang and smiled, "Qingyang, I understand your good intentions, but it is difficult to find a training place that can satisfy our group. Even the Sky Fire Sect can't do it!"

In this group of people, there are four princes alone.

There are countless powerful people in the magical power realm!

Even the Sky Fire Sect cannot accommodate the influx of so many strong men at once.

"My family's cultivation environment is better than that of the Sky Fire Sect!"

Fang Qingyang's lips curled up into a smile.

Murong Jiu's eyes narrowed.