The Art of the Great Sword

In the past, whenever Fang Qingyang encountered a strong enemy, he would use the sword to kill the god as a unique move to defeat the enemy. In the final analysis, it was because this move could be constantly polished and became stronger and stronger.

He practiced hard every day and made this move continue to improve, and finally reached a point close to the rules.

But this was not enough for Fang Qingyang.

He wanted to have the domineering power of Su Luochuan!

With one sword, no matter who you are, you will be annihilated!

Only when you practice to this level can you be called a good swordsman.

So, when he decided to give the Black Demon Saint the last blow, Fang Qingyang almost instinctively slashed out this sword, this amazing sword!

The terrifying black tornado filled the sky and covered everything, roaring magnificently, making the void tremble, and the light surged endlessly.

Facing him was Fang Qingyang's resolute sword light!

The sword energy was crisscrossed, slashing into the tornado horizontally, splitting it into two without any delay.

The Black Demon Saint's originally triumphant laughter suddenly got stuck in his throat, and then quickly turned into unspeakable horror, "This is impossible, your sword... why can it kill me?"

The realm gap, he didn't believe that the other party could kill him so easily.

But it happened just like that.

The tornado turned into a black mist with a puff, and dissipated directly, along with the Black Demon Saint's own vitality, which was also rapidly dying.

Before performing this move, he was already seriously injured, so that this sword became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and he was killed with one sword.

The Black Demon Saint's breath disappeared between heaven and earth, and he died completely.

In the distance, those demon saints were all stunned by this scene.

They trembled all over, unbelievable.

"He...he actually killed Lord Black Demon!"

A demon saint exclaimed.

"What should we do?"

"This kid can manipulate thousands of magic swords in one breath. It's too difficult to deal with him!"

"What are you afraid of? He is already at the end of his strength. Go up and kill him."

The eyes of these demon saints were sinister. They were not scared. Although the Black Demon Saint was dead, Fang Qingyang had obviously reached his limit. Even the sword formation he manipulated was much weaker.

"Join hands together to break this sword formation!"

With the roar of the leading demon saint, they attacked together and hit the edge of the sword formation with their powerful bodies.

In just one move, the sword formation was in chaos and scattered everywhere.

The eyes of the other demon saints were bright, and they turned their bodies into weapons one after another and hit the same area fiercely. After a few moves, the sword formation made a buzzing sound, and then collapsed, and a big hole was torn open.

"Quick, rush out!"

The other demon saints were overjoyed and rushed out of the sword formation at a very fast speed.

They looked at Fang Qingyang with ferocious faces, "Boy, you were already proud enough before, now it's time to send you on your way."

"Swish!"

A demon saint was extremely fast, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters and appeared in front of Fang Qingyang in an instant. He shouted and raised his hand to stab Fang Qingyang with his claws.

He thought that the other party could easily dodge this attack, and he was even prepared for the follow-up attack. Unexpectedly, Fang Qingyang's legs were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't dodge it at once, and was stabbed in the lower abdomen by the claws.

The demon saint was stunned, and then overjoyed, "He is really at the end of his strength, and he doesn't even have the strength to fight back. Quick, kill him together, and never give him a chance to recover."

They had witnessed how terrifying Fang Qingyang's combat power was before. The Black Demon Saint was one of the leading strong men of the demon clan this time, but he died in his hands in the end.

Once he recovers, everyone will die!

Other demon saints rushed over from both sides, and various attacks landed on Fang Qingyang one after another, smashing him all over with blood and twisted bones.

"Aren't you good at fighting? Come on!"

One of the demon saints raised his hand to lock Fang Qingyang's neck, lifted him up, with a ferocious look in his eyes, holding a sharp blade, and instantly slashed towards Fang Qingyang's face.

At this moment, Fang Qingyang had difficulty breathing, but he had not yet accepted his fate.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a sword light flashed.

The demon saint who raised his hand to kill Fang Qingyang, his head fell silently, and his pupils still flashed with incredible light.

This kid, isn't he already powerless to fight back?

Why is he still...

"Puff."

Fang Qingyang fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He used the Dragon Emperor Sword to support the ground, with a crazy killing intent in his eyes, "Whoever comes will die!"

As if shocked by the terrifying murderous aura around him, for a moment, the other demon saints did not dare to attack again, and the situation froze for a while.

"What are you afraid of? This kid is bluffing us!"

One of the demon saints shouted coldly, "I say one, two, three, let's attack together, I don't believe he can kill us all!"

However, the other demons in the field did not respond to him.

"However, you go first?"

A demon saint suggested, "You are strong and invincible. If you attack, you will definitely kill him, which is a great achievement."

"Yes, we will not compete with you for the credit!"

The other demon saints nodded repeatedly.

This almost pissed off the demon saint who proposed it.

I meant that everyone should attack together, but you did this?

Are you all scared?

The other demon saints knew that even if Fang Qingyang could still cut the last sword, whoever went first would die first.

Having witnessed Fang Qingyang killing the Black Demon Saint, they knew very well the opponent's combat capability, and no one would bet their life at this critical juncture.

"Come on!"

"You, you are stronger, you go first!"

"I'm not as good at cultivation as you are."

The remaining eight saints of the demon tribe actually started to shirk each other. Everyone said something to each other, and everyone was smiling, hoping that others would go first and then take credit for themselves.

Fang Qingyang looked at the scene in front of him and felt it was very absurd.

But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

No one wants to die, so naturally they want others to take the lead.

Fang Qingyang took a deep breath, secretly took out the elixir and stuffed it into his mouth.

He wants to quickly restore the spiritual energy in his body!

Those demon saints, you let me, I let you, but for a long time there was no result.

In the end, some demon saint couldn't hold it in any longer, "He is only one person, but so many of us are cowering here, not daring to step forward. I really can't stand it anymore. The most terrifying thing about our demon clan is the indomitable momentum." , What you have done now has really tarnished the reputation of our demon clan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he roared and charged towards Fang Qingyang, "I don't believe how much strength you have left. If you have the guts, just chop off my head!"

brush!

Fang Qingyang waved his sword.

A sword light flashed past.

The body of the demon saint who spoke was still in the air, but it fell uncontrollably. His head rolled to other places, and the cut surface of his neck was extremely smooth.

"These days, there are still... people who actively seek death."

Fang Qingyang coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked ferocious.

He didn't even have the chance to swing his last sword.

Fortunately, the elixir worked, so he supported his body and did not fall to the ground.

The whole place was silent!

The demon saints swallowed a mouthful of saliva, their faces slightly pale.

This kid can still wield a sword?

The atmosphere became stiff for a moment.

This group of demon saints once again fell into a dilemma.

"If you have a difficult choice, I can help you."

A cold voice came from the distant sky.

Fang Qingyang smiled, and the tense nerves finally relaxed at this moment.

"Big brother is here."

His vision went dark and he fainted.