The Art of the Great Sword

Jie Yun transformed into a majestic giant, and every move was filled with destructive aura.

Especially since he, as a tribulation transcender, had already been locked by the aura of the tribulation, he could only resist the attack of the tribulation.

Not far away, the Cyclops watched the calamity clouds in the sky condense into a giant. He even said with great interest to the monks around him: "Everyone, my giant race is the chosen race!"

"Did you see that all of his tribulations took on a giant form? This proves that the giant form is the most suitable form for the Dao!"

The Cyclops had no idea whether Fang Qingyang could survive this catastrophe.

He was not jealous and had no intention of leaving this dream world.

Now he is just watching the show.

When the monks of other races heard what the Cyclops said, they all mocked the Cyclops.

"How did you know that the posture displayed by the calamity cloud in the sky is that of your giant race?"

"Cyclops, you have to see clearly, this is completely the image of the human race, it's just a human race that has been enlarged!"

"This is just Jie Yun. The posture presented by Jie Yun has nothing to do with racial superiority!"

"..."

When the Cyclops heard what everyone said, he sneered: "You can be envious. Anyway, the form that the calamity cloud is taking now is the form of my giant clan!"

While they were discussing this calamity, Fang Qingyang, as the one who had overcome the calamity, took the initiative to launch an attack.

He used the Dragon Emperor Sword in his hand as a guide to cover his body surface with the power of void, and at the same time used the power of space creation to make his body disappear from the place.

When he disappeared, there was no energy fluctuation on his body.

When he appeared again, he was already behind the giant formed by the calamity cloud.

His size is nothing compared to the giant formed by this calamity cloud.

However, compared with the giant, he is completely ant-like in size, but he possesses great power.

His Dragon Emperor Sword pierced the back of the giant's heart at this moment, and his entire body passed through the giant's body.

From the beginning to the end, the giant only showed its initial intimidation, and then was injured by Fang Qingyang without any burst of power.

"That's it?"

Fang Qingyang looked at the damage he had caused to the giant, his face was filled with astonishment.

Among the catastrophes he had experienced before, there was even a catastrophe in which he directly transformed into a humanoid creature.

But those Heavenly Tribulations with humanoid forms also have various attack methods.

However, the giant formed by the catastrophe in front of him does not seem to have such ability.

Just when Fang Qingyang thought that the giant didn't have much damage, the giant suddenly raised his hand and slapped him with a palm.

This move was like swatting a fly, but the moment the giant raised his hand, a fierce aura suddenly burst out from the giant's body, and it enveloped Fang Qingyang's heart directly.

In an instant, he felt that the space around him had turned into an iron wall, and was completely blocked the moment the giant raised his hand.

Not only that, the moment the giant slapped him, a silver-white thunder suddenly rushed out and killed Fang Qingyang.

Silver-white lightning spanned the distance of space and fell directly on him.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Qingyang felt that all the spiritual energy in his body could not be mobilized.

This silver-white lightning didn't seem to have much power, but after it rushed into his body, it imprisoned all his power.

Immediately afterwards, the slap fell down at this moment, as if it was going to kill him directly.

The situation took a turn for the worse. One moment, he had not put this giant in his eyes, but he did not expect that the next moment, this tribulation giant would unleash such terrifying methods.

He felt that if he let this giant's slap fall on him, he would be annihilated under this palm!

At the critical moment, the Dragon Emperor Sword in Fang Qingyang's hand moved backwards.

Unable to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, he relied entirely on his own instincts to resist the attack of this tribulation giant!

call out……

The Dragon Emperor's sword cut through the sky, with a burst of sound, and it immediately cut with the giant's palm.

Relying on the sharpness of the Dragon Emperor Sword itself, Fang Qingyang's sword almost cut off the giant's palm.

However, mysterious spiritual patterns emerged from the wounds of the giant's slap.

These spiritual patterns formed a cage, surrounding him tightly.

Every spiritual pattern was filled with a mysterious aura. The spiritual patterns resonated with each other and produced many changes. It actually pulled his spirit into an environment full of thunder.

Here, he looked around and saw thunder everywhere.

This place was like a world of thunder and lightning. Under the countless thunder attacks, he felt that the fire of his life was trembling.

"This is an illusion!"

Fang Qingyang warned himself immediately.

"Although I am going through a tribulation, the tribulation definitely did not reach such a terrifying level!"

He calmed down and ignored the thunderous environment.

But suddenly, there was a thick thunderbolt with a destructive aura, and it was already heading towards him to kill him.

A strong sense of crisis filled Fang Qingyang's heart. He immediately raised his hand and punched the thunder.

However, this punch did not have any blocking effect when facing the thunder.

The thunder crushed his fist and fell directly on him.

Fang Qingyang's body was annihilated at this moment, and was smashed into powder by the thunder!

Just after he felt his body was smashed, he suddenly felt that the space changed again, and he came to a gloomy place.

It was dark all around, and there were wandering souls shuttling in this dark environment.

Here, the visibility was only five feet at most.

Fang Qingyang found that he was moving in a certain direction, as if something was guiding him.

"Where is this?"

Fang Qingyang felt the environment he was in now, and his mind was a little confused.

He was going through the tribulation, how did he suddenly come to such a place?

He simply stayed where he was and looked at the surrounding environment.

He felt that he should be in some kind of illusion, his real body was still in the outside world, but his soul was trapped in this illusion.

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly reached his ears, "Fang Qingyang, life span is thirty-seven, died of heaven's punishment!"

This voice reached Fang Qingyang's ears, making him furious!

Then, he shouted, "Who is it?"