The Art of the Great Sword

"Leave it to you?"

Jiang Ding seemed to have heard a joke, "How can I leave it to you? Do you want to kill me? Just you?"

"Is it difficult to kill you?"

Fang Qingyang raised his head and looked at Jiang Ding calmly.

He smeared a drop of blood essence on the Dragon Emperor's sword. In an instant, the dragon's energy became even stronger. He wanted to shatter the void while wandering around. The sword's intention was rich and exaggerated.

"Back then, you teamed up with the Chiyue Dynasty to frame my father, which made my father still missing. His whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown..."

"As a son of man, do you think I should take revenge?"

"Old man Ye was kind to me. He saved my life."

"If you hurt him, you hurt me. Do you think I should retaliate?"

Fang Qingyang explained these words in the calmest tone. With every word spoken, the sword intention in his body would become stronger, eventually reaching a magnificent level.

At this moment, Fang Qingyang was like a human-shaped magic sword, condensing the sword's will and representing everything. No one could easily touch it.

Once it is unsheathed, it will kill someone!

"It's interesting."

The corners of Liu Fan's mouth curled up.

He was not planning to take action, he just wanted to watch the battle.

Jiang Ding is a saint, even though his strength has declined due to excessive consumption, but he is still a saint, and Fang Qingyang is not something that a small prince in a state of adversity can resist.

As long as Jiang Ding is willing, he should be able to kill him easily.

"Be gentle and save his life."

Liu Ying snorted coldly, "I want his body to make medicine. If you dare to kill him, I will use you to make medicine!"

Even if Jiang Ding reached the level of a saint, Liu Ying was still not very polite to him.

This is the instinctive contempt that the genius of Central Continent has for the strong men of East Continent.

So what if you are a saint?

You are just from Dongzhou.

To be honest, the gap between East Continent and Central Continent is huge!

Jiang Ding nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, leave it to me, I will definitely make this kid walk around without food."

Only then did Liu Ying show a satisfied look.

"One sword...kill the god!"

Fang Qingyang didn't talk too much to Jiang Ding. He had already prepared his sword.

Jiang Ding is too trusting, which is good news for him.

Kill it!

With one sword strike, all endings will be settled.

"brush!"

Understanding the Taoist heart and slashing out with a sword that is close to the rules, this is the swordsmanship that Su Luochuan has taught, and it is also the swordsmanship that is truly recognized by Su Luochuan.

Fang Qingyang, who has a Taoist heart, moves forward indomitably, even if you are a saint, even if the rules of the realm are inherently repressive, so what?

Prince, I can kill him.

Saint, I can kill him just as well.

Jiang Ding was so cunning. The moment Fang Qingyang took action, he realized something was wrong. The threat posed by the opponent's sword was even equal to that of the saint's attack.

This is impossible!

He's just in an adverse situation, why should he?

Jiang Ding's keen sense of smell had saved him many times in dangerous situations. When he realized that the sword was wrong, Jiang Ding roared loudly, "Sir, save me..."

"Um?"

Liu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

This Jiang Ding seems a little weak!

The sword just came out, and you started begging for mercy?

You are a saint!

The authorities are obsessed with it, but the onlookers know clearly!

Without facing Fang Qingyang's sword head-on, it is impossible to understand how terrifying he is. It was an almost regular killing, and it was a terrifying attack that absolutely cannot be avoided.

"puff!"

Before Jiang Ding could take any action, the sword slashed across his body. A clear and obvious blood mark appeared on his face, separated from the left and right sides of his eyebrows.

This sword knocked all the begging for mercy and all the fear back into Jiang Ding's stomach.

Kill instantly with one sword!

Fang Qingyang slowly sheathed the sword. The Dragon Emperor Sword was stained with the blood of the saint, and seemed to become more excited, eager to try, and trembling non-stop.

Jiang Ding's body fell weakly, and the Yin-Yang Heaven cloak on his body was not even used. This was an unexpected ending for him.

By the time he reacted, it was already too late.

Fang Qingyang walked slowly to Jiang Ding. He was still breathing. He opened his eyes angrily and looked at Fang Qingyang with some despair.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't. The feeling of powerlessness permeated his whole body.

"Najie, cloak, magic sword."

Fang Qingyang peeled these things off his body one by one. Jiang Ding looked at this scene and was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

Over the years, he has been dealing with various forces, playing both sides, and finally reached the realm of a saint. No one knows how much he has paid.

He thought that the future prospects were clear and the road to success had been paved, but what he didn't expect was that he was killed by Fang Qingyang's sword.

This kid has grown to this extent without saying a word!

horrible!

fear!

"Despicable people like you deserve to end up with no bones left."

Fang Qingyang grinned, raised his hand and slapped it hard. The terrifying aura condensed into a giant palm, instantly crushing Jiang Ding's bones.

Completely turned into blood mist.

The whole audience was shocked!

Many powerful men didn't react at first. It wasn't until Fang Qingyang smashed Jiang Ding into pieces that they realized that Jiang Ding was dead.

"He is a saint!"

A strong man from the Liu tribe roared angrily, "All saints are just ants, and he was actually killed by a kid from the Fate-Destroying Realm?"

Not only him, but others were also puzzled.

They kept clenching and unclenching their fists, completely shocked by the scene before them.

Even though Jiang Ding was seriously injured, he was still a real saint!

You killed him with just one sword blow...

Too exaggerated!

"Fang Qingyang!"

Liu Fan, who had been silent all this time, finally stood up, his eyes fierce, "I have to admit, you have something, you are stronger than I thought, no wonder you can kill Hu Cheng."

"In that case, I'll take it seriously."

Liu Fan's eyes were condensed, "Let me introduce myself. I, Liu Fan, am thirty-one on the Hidden Dragon List, from the Liu Kingdom among the Five Kingdoms."

"Brother Fan, why are you talking so much nonsense to him?"

Liu Ying sneered, "He's a bumpkin from Dongzhou. Does he know what the Qianlong List is? Explaining it to him is like playing the piano to a cow!"

"Qian Long Bang, I know."

Fang Qingyang's eyes were cold, "But how did I hear that only the top ten on the Hidden Dragon List have weight? Thirty-one, where are they? How much ability can they have?"

"presumptuous!"

Liu Fan shouted loudly, "You're a frog in a well, you're talking arrogant words, do you know what the Hidden Dragon Ranking means? That's the ranking of all the young geniuses in Central Continent!"

"Yes, how vast is Central Continent? Brother Fan can be ranked thirty-one, and he is already an absolute genius. How dare you, a bumpkin like you, dare to ridicule him?"

Another Liu Guo Tianjiao sneered.

Fang Qingyang sneered. From Liu Fan's ranking, he could almost understand the opponent's strength.

In the secret realm before, Xu Song said during a casual chat that he felt that he had the strength to be among the top 20 on the Hidden Dragon List.

At that time, I had not yet been promoted, but was only in the Mysterious Life realm.

As for now...

I dare not say that the top ten can be easily obtained, but dealing with a thirty-one-year-old Liu Fan should not be too much trouble.