The Art of the Great Sword

Fang Qingyang was sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain, meditating. He closed his eyes and used his strong mental power to identify the four directions.

The blood moon in the sky was in the sky, and the red light emitted from it affected the exploration of the spiritual consciousness, as if it was covered with a layer of mist, which was unclear.

After a long time, Fang Qingyang regained consciousness and frowned.

He had walked a long way in this direction, and three days and three nights had passed, but there were still endless mountains, and he could not see the end.

In the mountains, demons would come out to attack from time to time, but their strength was not high. The strongest was only the Great Saint Realm, and was easily killed by Fang Qingyang.

Before, he tortured a demon, and the other party told him that if he walked in this direction, he could reach the territory of Tianyu in two days at most.

But it has been three days.

Although the blood-red light was foggy and blocked part of the way, the general direction was correct, so it was not so bad that he could not get out of Tianyuan for three consecutive days, right?

Just as Fang Qingyang was thinking, an extremely terrifying breath came from afar. This breath seemed to come from the abyss, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

A gust of bloody wind blew inexplicably in the void, making people very uncomfortable. At the same time, the killing intent became more and more obvious. It seemed that a figure was slowly flying in the blood light, getting closer and closer.

Fang Qingyang stood up suddenly. He stretched out his hand to grasp the Dragon Emperor Sword, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Even the True Saint Realm Demon Clan he encountered before was not as oppressive as he brought. This was definitely not just the Saint Realm, but at least the level of the Demon Clan Leader!

Unexpectedly, he actually attracted a strong man at the level of the Leader.

For a while, he felt a little bitter in his heart.

But, things have already happened, and it is obviously impossible to escape. Even if he bites the bullet, he has to fight him to the end.

The figure floated to the top of the mountain and came to the opposite side of Fang Qingyang.

At this time, he finally saw the other person's appearance clearly. This was a pale man. Apart from being taller, he was not much different from an ordinary cultivator.

The most unignorable thing was his pair of eyes that were filled with murderous intent. The eyes were purple, and there was a different kind of mysterious power hidden in them.

"I heard that you have killed many powerful men of my demon clan in succession. You should be proud of this, because there are not many people who can be killed by the Purple Eyed Demon Lord!"

The man smiled faintly, as if he was sure of victory and did not take the other person seriously at all.

He called himself... Demon Lord!

After reaching the level of a leader, he can call himself the original master or the leader.

Purple Eyed Demon Lord, a leader-level strongman.

Even with just a few simple words, Fang Qingyang felt the fierce pressure coming at him. The ground under his feet cracked with a click, causing his feet to sink into it.

Under the overwhelming pressure, Fang Qingyang was not crushed. He still had a cold look in his eyes and confronted him like that.

"Hey, the blood in your body seems to smell good."

The Purple Eyed Demon Lord twitched his nose, then grinned, "I finally know why they all want to attack you. You are so bloody and so terrifying, but it is a great tonic..."

After saying that, the Purple Eyed Demon Lord slowly stretched out his hand and said with a hint of enjoyment, "Come here!"

An extremely terrifying suction force was released from his palm, pulling Fang Qingyang towards him, as if invisible big hands were holding him from both sides, making it difficult for him to struggle.

Fang Qingyang's figure quickly approached the Purple Eyed Demon Lord. A huge fighting spirit surged in his heart. Even if he knew that the other party was the leader, even if he knew that he was no match for him, he had to swing his sword.

"One sword to kill the god!"

Fang Qingyang roared, almost shouting out these four words with his throat. At the same time, the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand moved forward and slashed with an absolutely fierce move. The visible sword energy exploded in an instant and slashed in the palm of the Purple Eyed Demon Lord.

Purple Eyed Demon Lord frowned. He clearly felt the stinging pain in his palm. This kid... could actually hurt him?

He was very curious and surprised. A kid like an ant could actually hurt his body with a terrifying killing move that broke out in an instant.

This would be impossible at any time.

This also increased Purple Eyed Demon Lord's interest. He turned his palm and said with absolute oppression, "Get down!"

Boom!

With a huge force explosion, Fang Qingyang's body was directly pressed into the soil by the huge force, shattering the land on the spot.

But the next moment, his figure disappeared and turned into a ball of water mist.

Water substitute!

Swish!

Fang Qingyang's figure appeared strangely behind Purple Eyed Demon Lord, and the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand was lightly sent forward and pierced into the ribs of Purple Eyed Demon Lord.

The Dragon Emperor Sword was extremely sharp. When it came into contact with the surface of Purple Eyed Demon Lord, it froze for a moment, but it pierced in almost without any pause.

This is an emperor-level spiritual weapon!

The purple-eyed demon lord suddenly turned around, his pupils revealed a cold murderous intent, and he raised his hand and slapped Fang Qingyang.

Crackling!

A burst of tooth-grinding explosions came, and Fang Qingyang's bones were broken in many places. The whole arm was limp and hung at the side of the body. Obviously, the bones had been crushed.

The gap was too big, and it was not something that talent and combat power could make up for.

"This guy is in the second step of the Yuhua realm. It's normal that you can't beat him."

In the Dragon Emperor Sword, the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Fang Qingyang's body surged with heat, washed through, and his bones recovered again. He clenched the Dragon Emperor Sword and slashed out like a light and shadow.

As the figure passed by, a gap opened in the void, and the seven god-shaped swords were used.

Brilliant sword lights accompanied each other, and each one revealed a face-numbing power. This series of attacks unfolded, and even the True Saint Realm found it difficult to parry.

However, the Purple-eyed Demon Lord just formed a seal with one hand, and the void above instantly burst. A giant skeleton hand pressed down, firmly pressing Fang Qingyang's body into the earth.

A violent roar came, deafening.

Fang Qingyang spit out a mouthful of blood and fell into the pit, looking very embarrassed. He struggled to open his eyes, not wanting it to end like this.

"You are very tenacious, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, these are of no use."

The purple-eyed demon looked at Fang Qingyang with a touch of pity, "However, you should also be happy that you will not die in vain, but will be swallowed by me to enhance my strength and completely become a part of my body!"

He suddenly opened his mouth, and a black whirlwind emerged from it, instantly rolling up Fang Qingyang's body and pulling him towards his mouth.

Fang Qingyang firmly grasped the Dragon Emperor Sword, with a look of determination in his eyes. He was ready to blend the essence and blood into the tip of the sword and use it to kill the god with one sword again.

This is his last resort!

If that doesn't work, you can only ask the Master for help.

At the critical moment, a hole opened in the distance, and a black shadow with an endless sense of oppression came out of it. He was wearing armor and holding a giant hammer. Without saying a word, he struck at the Purple-eyed Demon Lord from a distance.