The Art of the Great Sword

"Hahaha."

At last, Liu Wuqing pulled out a self-deprecating bitter smile, "I never thought that I, Liu Wuqing, a great hero, would end up like this."

He led the Liu clan to prosperity and eventually established an absolute position. It is not an exaggeration to call him a great hero. Unfortunately, he chose to join the demon clan.

"Your name will be in the history books in the future, but you will be nailed to the pillar of shame and scolded by people. It will be difficult for you to turn over for many years."

Fang Qingyang spoke word by word with cold eyes.

Liu Wuqing felt a sudden pain in his heart. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of being infamous for thousands of years.

"You are not qualified to judge me!"

Liu Wuqing roared and rushed towards Fang Qingyang. He wanted to fight to the death. If he could kill Fang Qingyang, he would save his life and have many opportunities to turn over in the future.

What a pity.

He met no one else but Fang Qingyang.

A Fang Qingyang who could even kill Tu Peng.

"Swish!"

Fang Qingyang drew his sword in an instant, and the Dragon Emperor Sword slashed forward wantonly, bringing with it a terrifying ferocity and an irresistible sword energy.

After all, Liu Wuqing was not a top-level genius, and it was difficult for him to fight above his level. Naturally, he was very vulnerable when facing Fang Qingyang's attack.

Sure enough, this sword pierced through his body without any suspense, splitting it in two.

Before Liu Wuqing died, he did not forget to say in a hoarse voice, "What a fast sword."

After killing Liu Wuqing, according to convention, Fang Qingyang directly found the treasure house of the Liu clan. With many years of accumulation of heritage, the Liu clan had a lot of inventory.

Fang Qingyang himself did not need these heritages, but he could take them back to the family. Indeed, the Fang family did not have much heritage compared to other forces that had dominated for many years, but they were creating it bit by bit.

Drops of water make a river, and piles of sand make a mountain.

Personally destroying the Liu clan, Fang Qingyang couldn't help but recall the time when he first arrived at the Sword Dynasty. Not to mention the Liu clan, a Jiang Ding could kill him at any time.

All the past events made Fang Qingyang realize that he should cherish the process of growing up more.

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Diyuan Mountain.

Su Luochuan and Song Yi returned to Zhongzhou in advance. He needed to report this matter to the headquarters of the True Dragon Alliance and report all the credits to the headquarters to evaluate the contribution of this war.

Liu Qijing, Li Mingyi and Fang Qingyang stayed and drank and ate meat in the courtyard.

Rare relaxation, rare comfort.

"Tsk, in fact, the wars in Zhongzhou are much more frequent than those in Dongzhou. The various forces in Zhongzhou are unwilling to submit to each other. If it weren't for the True Dragon Alliance and the Taoist sect to implicate them, I'm afraid they would be more divided."

Liu Qijing took a sip of wine and sighed, "Not only that, the major alien races have their own territories. They are more united than the human race. During the period of constant war, no one knows when they can usher in real stability."

"Difficult."

Fang Qingyang smiled and said, "The reason why Zhou Tai wants to expand his power is that he wants to bring stability to Dongzhou and end the past years of war. Looking at Zhongzhou, no one can do this. point."

"That's natural. In such a large country like Zhongzhou, the forces are clearly divided and deeply involved with each other. It's not that easy."

Li Mingyi seemed to remember something and smiled bitterly. "The True Dragon Alliance and the Taoist Sect are organizations without ambitions. They were established just to fight against the alien races. Even so, they are still considered threats by many forces, and they are targeted and refused to cooperate. If it weren't for the fact that the alien races became stronger and stronger, those forces would probably never recognize the status of the True Dragon Alliance and the Taoist Sect."

"As long as the alien races exist, the organization is valuable."

The three of them raised their glasses and clinked them at the same time, and drank them up.

Just as the three of them were drinking, a figure appeared strangely in the void. He almost overlapped with the clouds and mist, making it impossible for people to find his traces.

As the clouds and mist flowed, the figure approached the three people little by little.

Soon, the distance between them was only about a kilometer.

The man was wearing a white robe and his body was translucent. He had already blended with the clouds and mist, making it difficult for people to detect his traces.

He looked at the faces of the three people and finally locked on Fang Qingyang.

He quietly took out a big bow, drew the bow and put the arrow on it, aimed at Fang Qingyang's body, and after pulling the bowstring to its full length, he let go.

"Swoosh!"

Accompanied by a sharp explosion, the bow and arrow emitted brilliant flames and shot straight at Fang Qingyang.

The speed was too fast, leaving no chance for him to react.

As soon as Fang Qingyang picked up the wine glass, he immediately felt a threat coming towards him. His eyes suddenly became cold and he looked up.

Li Mingyi and Liu Qijing reacted instantly. They shouted, "Be careful!"

"Swish!"

The arrow pierced Fang Qingyang's body, but soon, Fang Qingyang's body turned into water and dissipated. The man in the sky raised a curve at the corner of his mouth. He had long known that Fang Qingyang was a magic cultivator and had a means of evasion such as a water substitute. He had been prepared for this arrow.

Fang Qingyang wanted to use the water substitute to dodge the arrow, but found that his body was imprisoned in the water mist and it was difficult to get out.

In great fear, he activated the Great Freedom Visualization Method, and only then did he see clearly that at the top of the flaming arrow, there was actually a carefully carved micro-magic array that restricted the elemental power of the magician.

It was this micro-magic array that restricted his elemental power, making it impossible for him to use the water substitute to dodge as he wished.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a violent explosion, Fang Qingyang's body was thrown out directly, and there was a visible blood hole on his chest, which was very miserable.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, climbed up from the ground, stretched out his hand to cover his wound, and his eyes were cold, "This is... the level of the Great Saint Realm!"

Liu Qijing and Li Mingyi looked up at the sky together, and they were also very angry about this.

"Who is it, get out!"

Finally, a transparent figure appeared in the clouds. His clothes were silver-white, he wore a mask on his face, and held a big bow in his hand.

"I couldn't kill you with one arrow, Fang Qingyang, your combat power is really extraordinary. You are only in the Lesser Saint Realm, but your physique is so strong. You are worthy of being a three-level cultivator of body, magic and sword!"

The man was sinister, and his eyes were filled with strong murderous intent.

"Who are you?"

Fang Qingyang took a deep breath and stood up despite his injuries.

He has a strong physique, and these injuries are not fatal. If he is given enough time, he will recover.

"I am here to take your life."

The man sneered, and once again drew his bow and arrow, aiming at Fang Qingyang in the courtyard. This time he was merciless and shot three arrows directly.

The three arrows shot at three different angles, aiming at the eyebrows of the three people, and each move was fatal.

"It's a bit tricky, let's go together!"

Li Mingyi turned around, and the same big bow appeared in his hand. He pulled the bowstring, and a visible sound wave appeared, instantly defeating one of the arrows.