The Art of the Great Sword

"This boy must die!"

"Who does he think he is?"

"Jiang Ding? Haha, I've never heard of this person before. It's really ridiculous. Does he really think he can rush over?"

"He deserves it. He actively seeks death. Even God can't save him."

Many princes originally wanted to pursue him, but when they saw Fang Qingyang actively throwing himself into the whirlpool, they couldn't help but sneer.

Of the two princes in the Fate Reversal Realm before, one was directly killed, the other was seriously injured and unconscious... You couldn't even cross them, so it's just you?

This is courting death!

Everyone put away their hands and watched this scene with cold eyes.

Everyone is looking forward to the situation in which he will be killed.

As a result, Fang Qingyang's body broke free from the whirlpool, like a dragon swimming in the water, swimming out easily.

Just like that, in full view of everyone, he arrived at the other end of the broken bridge and stood firmly on the spot.

"boom!"

Because of his excessive strength, Fang Qingyang stepped on the ground and created terrifying cracks, like a mountain falling heavily.

He...passed!

The others were dumbfounded. They looked at each other to make sure they were not dreaming.

Why is this happening?

Some princes couldn't accept it. The two strong men in the Fate-Destroying Realm couldn't break through before. On the contrary, you were unscathed by the sword energy that killed you and reached the other side.

"I've said it before, a bunch of rubbish, standing in front of you hesitating for a long time, not daring to cross, it's better to let me, Jiang Ding, come over!"

Fang Qingyang had his hands behind his back. Because he was wearing a veil, his voice and appearance were blocked to a certain extent.

Unless someone who is very familiar with Jiang Ding is here, others will not be able to see the clues at all.

"Jiang Ding, you are so arrogant!"

A prince roared loudly, his pupils showing strong murderous intent.

Was this someone who got in first?

Fang Qingyang laughed loudly, turned around and walked towards the holy sword standing upside down in the stone tablet.

He was right!

The moment the sword energy came over, Fang Qingyang felt that his consciousness entered another space, where he accepted the test of swordsmanship, which was very difficult.

This is a holy sword, and people are also inherited by saints, but...different from ordinary saints, this fallen saint is obviously more powerful.

During the test, the sword intent keenly realized that Fang Qingyang was more than just a sword cultivator. He originally wanted to kill him, but was completely impressed by the sword intent displayed by Fang Qingyang.

That scene further proved that Fang Qingyang's talent was enough to impress all living beings.

Therefore, it seemed like a moment, but Fang Qingyang actually stayed inside for at least a cup of tea, but he couldn't describe it without personal experience.

The same was true for Yin Jie, but he failed to withstand the test. Fortunately, he had good swordsmanship, so he saved his life.

Fang Qingyang walked to the stone tablet and felt the turbulence of the inheritance. He slowly held it with one hand, and in an instant, light burst out.

All the forgotten thoughts were instantly injected into Fang Qingyang's mind.

"He...he pulled out the holy sword!"

"Could it be that this inheritance is going to be in his hands?"

"I'm not willing to give in. I'm obviously the first one to come here!"

The group of princes roared violently, unable to accept such pain, and they just wanted to cross over and fight with him immediately.

Finally, Yin Jie, who had been in a daze, recovered. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Only a sword cultivator can win this relic. That sword light is a test of your talent. I am only one step away from crossing it." It’s over!”

After hearing Yin Jie's words, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Could it be that only sword cultivators can participate in the fight for this inheritance?

If anyone else enters, they will surely die?

Just as they were thinking, Fang Qingyang had already pulled out the holy sword, put it on his back, turned around and left, leaving only a series of arrogant laughter.

When the other princes saw this, they wanted to bite their teeth into pieces.

However, with the barrier blocking them, they couldn't catch up unless they actually crossed the broken bridge.

"Who, who took this holy sword!"

Yin Jie roared loudly, as if he was awakened from his sleep. He clenched his fists tightly, unable to accept such a fate falling into the hands of others.

"It's...a guy named Jiang Ding!"

Someone was drinking next to him.

"Jiang Ding?"

Yin Jie narrowed his eyes, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar, but he didn't know where he had heard it before.

In an instant, his eyes condensed, "Sword Dynasty, Prince Jiang, who is he? I have long heard that he is a powerful sword cultivator, and this thing was actually taken away by him!"

"Sword Dynasty? Can such a shabby place give birth to such a master of swordsmanship?"

A prince asked in a low voice.

"That's natural. He is a leader among sword masters. I wouldn't be surprised if he fell into his hands. Rumor has it that he has already reached the fate-defying realm..."

Yin Jie took a deep breath.

"But the realm he showed was clearly just a life-threatening realm!"

Some princes were unwilling to give in.

"Haha, everyone has their own concealment methods. Isn't it strange that people hide their own realm?"

Yin Jie sneered, "However, Jiang Ding was indeed a little too arrogant this time. He shot the first bird. It's still a long time. It's hard to say whether he will be so crazy in the end."

The eyes of the other princes were gloomy. Thinking of this, it was not surprising at all that Jiang Ding was able to kill the previous prince in the Fate Defying Realm.

"What a crazy guy, Jiang Ding, I will remember you."

"Don't fall into my hands, or you will die without a burial place!"

On the other side.

Fang Qingyang had already left this area. He changed his clothes and prepared to go to the place of good fortune where the next light column was located.

After confirming the holy sword several times, he was sure that it was a medium-level holy spirit weapon, with the same power as the holy sword he had collected from the ruins of the demon clan before.

In this way, the Ten Thousand Swords Art will be strengthened a lot.

As for the sword saint inheritance, Fang Qingyang felt it and it was indeed very strong, but it was still far inferior to the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art, so it was directly integrated into the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Art in the end.

"Two times in a row, the harvest is richer than I thought, but it's a pity that there is still no whereabouts of the saintly luck."

Fang Qingyang was thoughtful, his eyes flickering.

His goal this time was to become a saintly luck, and the rest was icing on the cake.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Just then, a group of princes passed by Fang Qingyang's head.

They were very fast and had clear goals, as if they had discovered something.

Fang Qingyang hurriedly chased forward and asked, "Fellow Daoist, is there any news from the front?"

"The destiny of becoming a saint has been born, in Tianyun City!"

The prince replied, and ignored him directly, and hurried on his way.

Fang Qingyang was stunned. What a coincidence, there is actually destiny of becoming a saint near Tianyun City. I'm afraid there will be another fierce competition next.

He flew towards Tianyun City without thinking.

In the era of great competition, everyone is competing.

Then I, Fang Qingyang, will naturally not be left behind!