The Art of the Great Sword

Is this guy's back-up plan here?

He deliberately led himself here, what exactly was he going to do?

Thinking of this, he moved his eyes to the statue behind Fang Qingyang. If there was anything that was the most bizarre here, it must be this statue.

"Is this statue your reliance?"

The fog demon asked Fang Qingyang, and at the same time he extended his consciousness towards the statue, wanting to see if there was anything strange about the statue.

However, when he extended his consciousness towards the statue, he found nothing.

The statue gave him the feeling of an ordinary stone, with nothing inside.

But if there was really nothing, why did Fang Qingyang deliberately lead himself here?

"Guess?"

Fang Qingyang's face showed a playful look, and after throwing this word, the light in his hand flashed, and the Dragon Emperor Sword was already in his hand.

When the Dragon Emperor Sword appeared, a sharp and cold breath suddenly bloomed from his body, and the momentum rushed towards the fog demon, making the fog demon feel that his skin was cut and painful.

Realizing the situation he was facing, his expression became particularly ugly.

He was suppressed here and could only exert the strength of the peak Yuhua Realm.

And the other party deliberately lured him here, did he think that he could defeat him with the cultivation of the third step of Yuhua Realm?

"Kill!"

The fog demon was too lazy to say anything more to Fang Qingyang. A cold word "kill" came out of his mouth, and the cold killing intent immediately formed a substantial thread and shot towards Fang Qingyang.

Each thread contained enough power to kill an ordinary third step Yuhua Realm cultivator.

The threads were dense and countless.

When these attacks killed Fang Qingyang, he had already swung the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand.

Hum...

The sword light was crisscrossed, and the sharp breath fell directly on the surrounding threads, and actually cut off the blood-colored threads formed by the killing intent.

Swish, swish, swish...

The sound of light sound continued to come, and when Fang Qingyang swung the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand, these attacks on him had no effect.

After intercepting the threads formed by these murderous auras, Fang Qingyang stared at the fog demon in front of him with some surprise, and said: "The power you show now seems to be much weaker than before!"

He didn't know what was going on, but after this confrontation, Fang Qingyang really felt that the power of the fog demon was not as strong as before.

When the fog demon heard Fang Qingyang's words, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The combat power that Fang Qingyang showed before made him feel that this guy was hard to beat in the realm of Yuhua.

Now that his cultivation has been suppressed to the peak of Yuhua, if he continues to fight with the opponent, he may not be able to defeat him.

But how can he retreat like this?

"I didn't kill you because of your identity as a war demon."

"We came to the Magic Demon Pool this time to help you war demons. You should be very clear about this, right?"

The Mist Demon was not in a hurry to fight Fang Qingyang. He continued, "Your War Demon Clan has shared the Magic Demon Pool. If I kill you, a more talented War Demon under this situation, it will destroy the friendship between my Mist Demon Clan and your War Demon Clan."

Fang Qingyang laughed when he heard this.

He is not a cultivator of the War Demon Clan, but a human.

It's just that the image he disguised now is a War Demon.

If this guy carefully investigates Fang Qingyang with his spiritual sense, he will be able to see through his disguise.

But the Mist Demon in the middle-grade Creation Realm didn't think so much.

He regarded Fang Qingyang as a War Demon, and his current cultivation was suppressed, so he didn't dare to continue to fight Fang Qingyang.

"What friendship? From the moment you attacked me for the first time, there was only hatred between you and me!"

Fang Qingyang was too lazy to say anything more to the fog demon. When he finished speaking, he had already raised the Dragon Emperor Sword and killed the fog demon.

Boom...

The Dragon Emperor Sword slashed at the neck of the fog demon with a sound of breaking through the air and a shining cold light.

The cold breath lingered in the heart of the fog demon. He did not dare to be careless at all. He immediately mobilized all the strength in his body to intercept Fang Qingyang.

Bursts of mist dissipated from his body and turned into a shield, protecting him in all directions.

Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword was extremely sharp. When the edge of it fell on the shield, it directly broke the shield.

Not only that, the edge of the Dragon Emperor Sword fell on the body of the fog demon, splitting him in half!

"How is it possible?"

Even though the fog demon's cultivation was suppressed, the power it could unleash now was at least at the peak of the Yuhua realm.

But now, after being attacked by Fang Qingyang, he only felt the shadow of death descending upon him, making it difficult for him to resist!

The power that split him in half completely frightened him.

The sharp aura still remained in his body, destroying the structure of his body.

He found that if he continued to fight with Fang Qingyang, he would definitely die in his hands!

The power of Fang Qingyang's sword was beyond his imagination. Under the current circumstances, he only felt the shadow of death lingering in his heart.

"What's impossible?"

Fang Qingyang looked at the fog demon in front of him and said, "If I'm not mistaken, when you came here, your cultivation has been suppressed by the power of this place, right?"

He didn't feel any suppression here.

But the fog demon in front of him, his previous cultivation was in the middle-grade creation realm.

Not long ago, they were fighting, but he was not the opponent of the fog demon.

Now that the fog demon came here, he was injured by his sword, which was enough to show that there was suppression against the great sages of the creation realm here!

If this kind of suppression power always exists, he will be invincible in this lake bottom town!

After all, with his current combat power, combined with the Dragon Emperor Sword, as long as his cultivation has not reached the creation realm, it is impossible to pose a threat to him!

"Damn guy, even if I am suppressed by the strange power here, you can't fight it!"

The fog demon was completely angry.

He began to fully mobilize the power in his body, and the power of creation lingered on his body surface, which was transformed into a spear by him.

His body, which was split into two halves, began to come together again. He ignored the sharpness of the Dragon Emperor Sword that remained in his body. He was now ready to kill Fang Qingyang here in his strongest state!