The Art of the Great Sword

"You are absorbing my nutrients, and now you blame me for destroying the Great Wall?"

The female voice with raging anger reached Fang Qingyang's ears. Hearing this, Fang Qingyang's expression immediately became ugly.

He was still thinking about using this energy to improve his cultivation to the realm of creation, but now it seems unrealistic.

The woman in the purple coffin actually chose to destroy the majestic spiritual energy and was unwilling to continue to provide herself with the pure energy, which made Fang Qingyang not know what to say.

As the support for delivering nutrients withered, the purple coffin and the huge coffin under its feet showed signs of direct separation.

Fang Qingyang saw this situation and clenched the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand.

He was alert to the surroundings. He didn't know what kind of crisis would occur. Once the woman in the purple coffin came out of it, he would inevitably face a fierce battle.

Just after the root of the nutrient delivery was destroyed, an extremely terrifying power suddenly erupted from the huge coffin on the ground.

The huge coffin, which was originally in a dead silence, suddenly had its lid blown out.

A powerful force burst out from the coffin lid that was blown out. When the coffin lid flew into the sky, it actually distorted the surrounding space.

When Fang Qingyang saw this scene, his expression became particularly solemn.

The evil body in the huge coffin awakened.

When the existence in the purple coffin actively interrupted the nutrients transported by the branches, it caused such an unacceptable result.

At the same time, the female voice in the purple coffin reached Fang Qingyang's ears again, "You are finished! The evil body has awakened, and all the creatures living in this world will be devoured by the evil body!"

As her voice fell, a breathtaking momentum emanated from the huge coffin.

The monstrous demonic energy swept all around, and those demons crawling on the ground, after feeling this powerful momentum, wanted to leave this place immediately.

However, the powerful aura had suppressed them in place, and the pressure of the aura even acted on their souls. Even the demons at the peak of the Yuhua realm did not dare to move their bodies.

All the demons were whimpering in a low voice, as if they were worried about their future fate.

Fang Qingyang was also affected by the pressure of the aura. Even after he performed the Dragon Transformation Art, he could not completely eliminate the influence of the aura when facing the powerful aura acting on him.

At this moment, he felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. No matter how he moved his body, he could not move it at all!

Realizing his current situation, Fang Qingyang immediately sent a message to the middle-aged man in the Dragon Emperor Sword, "Master, you are wrong. The existence in this purple coffin has never been kind!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he said, "It's a mistake. Anyway, this evil body has no intelligence. As long as you hold your breath and don't let any breath emanate from your body, you can avoid this crisis."

When Fang Qingyang heard the middle-aged man's words, he didn't know how to answer him for a while.

Just when Fang Qingyang was about to leave this place, a purple stream of light suddenly came towards Fang Qingyang from the purple coffin.

It was like a sword beam, wrapped in a sharp breath. Before Fang Qingyang could react, the sword beam fell directly on his chest.

Ding Dong...

The sword beam was sharp, but after Fang Qingyang performed the Dragon Transformation Technique, his body was also very strong.

The purple light fell on his chest, leaving only a white spot on his scales.

Seeing this scene, Fang Qingyang immediately raised the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand and chopped it towards the purple coffin in front of him.

Swish...

The Dragon Emperor Sword cut through the sky and chopped down vertically. With its own sharpness, it landed heavily on the purple coffin.

In an instant, a layer of purple light suddenly bloomed on the surface of the purple coffin, and spiritual patterns like water flow flashed on it, forming a protective barrier to resist the power of the Dragon Emperor Sword.

But all this was in vain.

When the Dragon Emperor Sword chopped the purple protective barrier, it directly tore it apart. Relying on its own sharpness, it fell heavily on the coffin and directly split the coffin lid.

At the moment when the coffin lid was split open, a figure suddenly rushed out of the coffin.

It was a figure whose face could not be seen clearly, and a layer of purple mist lingered all over her body, which perfectly concealed her figure.

The figure that rushed out of the purple coffin, she said angrily: "You destroyed everything I have!"

The angry voice was filled with resentment, as if he wanted to eat Fang Qingyang alive.

Fang Qingyang was not willing to waste words with him now.

He had just broken through to the third step of the Yuhua realm, and he wanted to see what his strongest combat power was.

Immediately, he once again raised the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand and chased after the purple figure.

The aura emanating from the evil body still had an impact on him, but it could not restrict his actions.

He just wanted to kill the existence that rushed out of the purple coffin first.

The so-called "good intentions" in the middle-aged man's mouth were completely fake.

Fang Qingyang felt that the existence in the purple coffin was the existence in the huge coffin that used a method similar to the golden cicada escaping from its shell to transfer its self-consciousness to the figure in the purple coffin.

In this case, as long as the existence that rushed out of the purple coffin was dealt with, it would be equivalent to killing the biggest behind-the-scenes mastermind in the magic pool.

Seeing Fang Qingyang rushing towards him, the misty shadow immediately chanted some spells that Fang Qingyang could not understand.

After the obscure spell was chanted, Fang Qingyang only felt that the pressure on his body was getting greater and greater.

It was the pressure from the momentum emanating from the evil body, which made Fang Qingyang feel like he was carrying a mountain on his back. The heavy force acted on him, making it difficult for him to maintain a flying posture.

However, the existence that rushed out of the coffin was not affected by the momentum.

After seeing that Fang Qingyang's movements were restricted, she raised her hand and another purple stream of light came towards Fang Qingyang.

However, the purple light fell on Fang Qingyang and was still intercepted, without any impact on him.

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