The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang's idea was very clear. Since there were two people on the other side, he would concentrate his fighting power to deal with one of them first, even if it cost a little more.

The key point was to act quickly and ruthlessly.

The demon sage behind him realized that Fang Qingyang's mental power was equally terrifying. He dared not underestimate him anymore, and a hint of anger flashed through his pupils, "Human boy, I was a little careless before. You are too young to compete with us in mental power!"

He took a deep breath, and a large number of lines floated out of thin air behind him. These lines were almost all transparent and merged with the void.

In an instant, a mental impact like a tide came towards Fang Qingyang, not only fast, but also swift, and the invisible mental power made people hard to defend against.

"Do you think you have found my weakness? Unfortunately, I have no weakness."

Fang Qingyang sneered, he urged the Great Freedom Visualization Method, and the already terrifying mental power was raised again, and the ruthless killing intent condensed at this moment.

Puff!

His Great Freedom Visualization Method collided with the demon clan, and the two sides crushed each other, and no one dared to fall behind.

However, the demon clan's offensive only lasted for a moment, and then a sharp sword light pierced through the mental power and nailed the demon clan's phantom to a big tree.

The demon clan roared, obviously very angry.

Behind him, the demon clan in black robes came again, this time he pulled out a sharp white bone from his ribs, like a spear, more and more fierce.

Bang!

The Dragon Emperor Sword swung and knocked the opponent away.

Fang Qingyang rushed forward, raised his hand and hit, using a series of punches to suppress the opponent to death, and then the dragon burst out with a vast sword intent. It turned out that he formed a seal with one hand and performed the Ten Thousand Swords Technique.

In an instant, thousands of magic swords crossed the sky and flew towards the demon who was nailed to the tree. This was definitely another level of dimensionality reduction. The demon screamed and was turned into ashes without even the time to dodge.

At the same time, another demon held a spear in both hands and stabbed Fang Qingyang's lower abdomen fiercely. His eyes were fierce and he kept exerting force forward, trying to pick Fang Qingyang up.

Blood flowed along the spear to the palm of the demon. His nose twitched a few times, as if attracted, and stretched out his tongue to lick the blood.

The next second, the demon screamed, and his whole body seemed to burn. The intense pain attacked his nerves, as if he had suddenly eaten some poison.

"You... You actually have this bloodline!"

The demon retreated violently and screamed. His eyes were full of fear when he looked at Fang Qingyang, "Why do you have this bloodline? Who are you?"

Fang Qingyang frowned. Is there something different about his bloodline?

After he ate his own blood, he was so miserable.

Although he thought about it, his movements did not change. Fang Qingyang swung the Dragon Emperor Sword and pierced forward fiercely, piercing the heart of the demon.

Green blood splashed out. Fang Qingyang and the demon were half a meter apart. When they looked into each other's eyes, he could see the fear of the demon, which had obviously reached its extreme.

"You... your blood is too pure, you are his son..."

The voice of the demon became more and more hoarse, and the speed of his body burning suddenly increased. Whether it was flesh and blood or bones, it seemed to be ignited by an inexplicable flame.

Burn, burn madly!

It didn't stop until everything was burned.

Fang Qingyang drew back the Dragon Emperor Sword, frowned, and thought about the last words of the demon - you are his son.

Who?

Daddy?

Why did he say that?

He was afraid of his own blood at first, and then exclaimed that he was his son. Could it be that he knew his father?

A different feeling rose in Fang Qingyang's heart. He was a little excited and a little excited because he found some clues, some clues about his father.

Is my father still alive?

Fang Qingyang clenched his fists and regained his excitement. "It seems that I need to catch some demons to find out the truth. Whether my father is alive or not, this is a clue that must be found."

Thinking of this, he became more determined and continued to move forward.

This time, he did not cover up his breath, but deliberately released some. He believed that the smell on his body was the top tonic for these demons.

If you conceal it intentionally, such as walking in brocade clothes at night, it is difficult to attract truly powerful demons.

Just some minions, they must not know the deep inside story.

In this way, Fang Qingyang spent half an hour and finally attracted a more powerful demon.

This breath was far away, but it enveloped Fang Qingyang's head, like a murderous intent descending from the sky, making people's hair stand on end. It was much more oppressive than the two Great Saint Realm Peak Demons before.

This is... the True Saint Realm Demon!

The last time Fang Qingyang faced the True Saint Realm, it was the Qingyu Demon Saint who came out of the seal. At that time, he was not an opponent at all, and he relied on the sword that his master slashed to defeat the opponent.

But this time, his strength has been greatly improved compared to the past. Even if he faces the True Saint Realm again, he will not be powerless to fight back.

Fang Qingyang stood on a huge rock and took the initiative to wait for the breath to approach.

Boom boom boom!

Soon, there was a sound of shaking from the front. It seemed that a terrifying existence was striding from the bloody light. The pressure brought by it made people feel numb all over.

Fang Qingyang felt as if the blood in his limbs and bones had been frozen and stopped flowing. It was an incredibly weird feeling.

If he hadn't understood the Tao Heart, he might not even be able to lift the sword when faced with the suppression of this huge realm.

"Interesting, you little human ant is not afraid of me!"

Under the bloody light, a giant statue more than ten meters high came forward. If you look closely, you will see that the giant statue's eyes are glowing red, and its whole body is covered in bronze, as if it is covered by a layer of copper skin.

This is a demon who specializes in physical training. He has trained his body to look like this. It can be said that it is invulnerable to weapons, fire and water.

The demons in the true holy realm, just the strength emanating from their bodies, made the void explode one after another, and some couldn't help but want to collapse.

Fang Qingyang raised his head and sneered, "It is said that the Tianyuan is extremely dangerous. Today I want to see how strong the demons who have reached the True Saint Realm are!"

"Interesting boy, there are many people who actively seek death. This is the first time I've seen someone as arrogant as you!"

The demon slowly stretched out its huge arm and pointed at Fang Qingyang from a distance. Then he hooked his fingers and said with a playful light at the corner of his mouth, "Come on, come and lead him to death."

Fang Qingyang smiled. He stretched out his hand and stroked the tip of the Dragon Emperor Sword, and quietly smeared a touch of blood on it.

He wants to try whether his bloodline can restrain the demons!