The Art of the Great Sword

These simple words made Fang Qingyang's blood boil.

Fight to feed war!

These four seemingly simple words are actually extremely dangerous.

Go deep into the enemy's heartland and loot resources from the battle to continue.

It would be okay if he had consecutive battles and victories, which meant that he could grab enough training resources to replenish himself, but once he lost a battle, the chain reaction would be unimaginable.

Therefore, it is impossible to support fighting through fighting most of the time. This requires extremely high quality for every warrior.

"Please ask Uncle Murong to give the order."

Fang Qingyang raised his face, his eyes calm.

He felt like he was getting closer to the truth.

The reason why my father was ordered to retreat when he was approaching Blackwater City was probably because the sacrificial formation in the city was shady.

My father insisted on attacking, so he was plotted against him.

As for who gave the order to assassinate him, Fang Qingyang could not point to any specific person, but what is certain is that the royal family of the Sword Dynasty is inseparable.

This is a huge conspiracy!

However, I was about to hit the core.

"I will help you arrange an identity to sneak into Blackwater City. Now Blackwater City is heavily guarded. Arranging for you to enter it alone is the best I can do. Your strength cannot be too strong, and it cannot be in the magical realm, because they have the ability to detect magical powers. The breath thing will be triggered once outsiders enter."

"Therefore, I must find a genius who is not higher than the supernatural realm but has enough combat power to protect himself to sneak in and help me with my next plan."

Murong Jiu said in a deep voice.

Fang Qingyang nodded, "No problem."

"After you enter the city, I will help you arrange your identity. It is heavily guarded inside. You can't send me news through the communication crystal, and I don't need your information."

"I just need you to take advantage of the chaos to approach the formation and stop them from destroying it before we enter the city."

Murong Jiu took a deep breath and looked at Fang Qingyang with sincere eyes, "This is very difficult. There are not only princes but also many monks in the supernatural realm. Your life is very likely to be in danger... But, here If we can win, the mystery of your father’s disappearance will be further solved!”

"Leave it to me."

Fang Qingyang grinned. He had always been like this. He was ruthless and didn't talk much.

As you say, so be it.

"If you hold this spiritual weapon, it can save lives at critical moments."

Murong Jiu took out a piece of low-grade prince realm spirit weapon from Najie. It was a piece of soft armor as light as cicada wings, as transparent as skin, and could be worn next to the body.

"If you cooperate with this teleportation spirit pattern... I won't give you the magical power realm spirit pattern. Princes have the means to block space. This is the teleportation spirit pattern of the lower princely realm. After crushing it, you can be sent to A hundred kilometers away, it must be treasured.”

After saying that, Murong Jiu carefully placed a spiritual pattern on Fang Qingyang's wrist. With a gentle press, it blended into it and turned into a tattoo.

When danger comes, Fang Qingyang only needs to secretly activate the spiritual energy and inject it into the tattoo, and then he can teleport away, which is very convenient.

"Take the map and arrive in three hours. Someone will pick you up."

Murong Jiu handed Fang Qingyang a map. The place was already marked on it. It was in a barren mountain dozens of kilometers away from Heishui City.

After Fang Qingyang wrote it down, he destroyed the map.

"Then I... set off."

"Be more careful and put your life first."

Murong Jiu gave another instruction.

Fang Qingyang left Boulder City.

The mission he has to go through is indeed dangerous, but since it is a war, how can there be no danger and no sacrifice?

Murong Jiu had to bear more than himself!

The imperial edict has been issued, and there will definitely be more.

The pressure he endured was several times greater than his own!

Leading some of his subordinates to fight for a living, slowly roam around Blackwater City, and then wait for the opportunity to strike with a fatal blow. This is not as simple as it sounds.

First of all, one mistake can lead to a siege.

Secondly, Blackwater City will never relax its vigilance against these people.

It’s even harder to find opportunities!

After more than two hours of traveling, Fang Qingyang arrived deep in the mountains. After finding the location in his mind, he found a hiding place nearby in advance.

This is also a matter of absolute vigilance.

Seeing that the time was almost up, two figures came one after another.

"What treasures can there be in this place, Captain Shen, please don't lie to me!"

The man in front looked left and right.

"Why am I lying to you? You are the only sword cultivator in our team. Only a sword cultivator can use sword intent to give birth to that treasure!"

The monk behind him followed closely behind him with a smile on his face.

The two of them were wearing the same guard robes. Neither of them were at the level of supernatural power. It could be seen from the style of their clothes that they both came from Blackwater City.

But the man at the back obviously has a higher official position, and there is a circle of golden silk embroidered around his waist.

Fang Qingyang lowered his eyes and held his breath.

He didn't know if any of the two people were here to pick him up, so the best option was to be patient.

Wait a little longer and make a decision before taking action.

"Here, did you see what I said? It's right there."

The man behind pointed out his hand with a smile on his face, "As far as our relationship is concerned, I can still lie to you, but after you get it, we will get half of it!"

The guard in front quickly stretched his head to look. At this moment, a cold light flashed in the palm of the guard behind him, and it instantly wiped the neck of the person in front.

The action was clean and neat, and the blow was fatal. It was obvious that he had practiced many times.

After killing the man, the guard wiped the dagger in his hand and smiled, "I have killed the man. Come out and change into his clothes and join me in the team."

It shouldn't be. I hid it very well. My breath definitely didn't leak out at all. Besides, from the perspective of realm, there was no reason for him to find me... Fang Qingyang frowned, thinking in his heart.

Perhaps, the other party was deceiving me?

He didn't say anything.

The man spoke again, "If you really abide by the agreement, then you should have arrived long ago. This is the only chance to get into the city. Come out."

He didn't look in Fang Qingyang's direction, but patrolled around.

He didn't find me, but just waited for me to come out for the appointment according to the rules... Fang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief. He was very confident in his ability to hide his breath. If any cultivator of the same realm could find him, then what's the point?

"The general's man?"

Fang Qingyang walked out slowly, his eyes calm.

It is indeed a good idea to attract a person, kill him, and replace him.

"Quick, change into his clothes."

The man looked Fang Qingyang up and down, "You are so young, but the general actually entrusted you with an important task. It seems that he really trusts you."

Fang Qingyang quickly changed into the dead man's clothes, and after tidying up, he asked curiously, "What should I do if I can't change my face?"

"No one has seen his face. You just need to remember that your name is Zhang Lun."

The other party said, "Hurry up, I will return to the queue soon. Remember, when the time comes, look more, listen more and talk less!"

"What is your name?"

Fang Qingyang followed the other party and walked out of the barren mountain.

"Shen Yi."

The other party said casually, obviously it was also a fake name.

"What is the purpose of your team coming here...?"

Fang Qingyang was curious.

"Looking for something."

Shen Yi glanced at Fang Qingyang, "Don't show off yourself. You are just a cannon fodder who has just joined the team. Do you understand?"

"Okay."

Fang Qingyang nodded.