The Art of the Great Sword

Su Luochuan looked at the scene in front of him with a somewhat complicated mood.

What he originally thought was that he hoped that Fang Qingyang could hold on for a while longer, help Tianya City to share the pressure on the main battlefield, and rush to save him as soon as he could free his hands.

Unexpectedly, he miraculously killed the Black Evil Demon Saint!

To be able to guard Mingyue City, kill the Black Evil Demon Saint, and kill so many demon clan saints all by himself is simply a miracle.

The other saints among the demon clan immediately raised their heads and stared at the figure in the sky.

Among them, those who had seen Su Luochuan's portrait turned pale for a moment, "Su... Su Luochuan!"

Before, they thought it was Su Luochuan who guarded Mingyue City, so they followed the Black Evil Demon Saint to kill people. But now that the Black Evil Demon Saint is dead and less than half of them were killed, how can they be Su Luochuan's opponent?

"escape!"

These demon saints were as cunning as loaches. Seeing that they were no match, they immediately fled in all directions, fearing that they would be slower than others behind them.

Looking at the demon saints fleeing in different directions, Su Luochuan's eyes turned cold, "Seeking death!"

The next moment, the Moon Sword in his hand was swung in the field at an absolutely exaggerated speed. Extremely fast light burst out wantonly, and seven sword energy slashed in all directions.

All the fleeing demon clan saints were slashed by a sword energy.

They screamed simultaneously and died.

Clean and neat, killing seven demon saints in one move, this is the terror of Su Luochuan.

If you don't take action, it's fine. Once you do, it's amazing!

Looking at the exhausted Fang Qingyang on the ground, Su Luochuan sighed, went over to help him up, and raised his hand to feel his meridians. Fortunately, he was okay.

Being able to kill the Black Evil Demon Saint in a deadly battle is definitely an exaggeration for a young holy monk.

How many people can do what he does?

...

...

Fang Qingyang opened his eyes, and his physical condition had recovered to 70% to 80%, but his wrists were still a little numb and he couldn't bring himself to fight.

"This is... Tianya City."

Fang Qingyang opened the door and walked out, looking at the city wall in front of him, and then realized where he was.

He jumped up and flew up the wall.

Looking up, the battlefield is full of blood and corpses. The war is extremely cruel.

The void was turbulent one after another, and it was obvious that the battle was extremely fierce.

Fang Qingyang saw that Song Yi, Liu Qijing and others were fighting against the strong men from the Monster Clan. They were going back and forth, and the battle was fierce.

Su Luochuan stood at the top of the city. He didn't take any action, his eyes narrowed slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

"woke up?"

Su Luochuan didn't look back, but he could already feel Fang Qingyang's aura.

"Um."

Fang Qingyang's eyes narrowed, "How is the battle going?"

"Both sides have suffered heavy losses. The demon clan has moved a large number of middle saints to the battlefield, as well as several demon clan great saints."

Su Luochuan said coldly, "I'm afraid you have to recover faster. I will rely on you in the next battle."

"no problem."

Fang Qingyang took a deep breath and put a few pills into his mouth.

Thousands of meters away, on the other side of the demon tribe, stood a young man in blood-red clothes. With a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, he shouted from the air, "Fang Qingyang, I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be able to kill him." Kill the Black Evil Demon Saint."

Fang Qingyang frowned, who is this person?

"He, the young master of Demon God Mountain, is named Tu Peng."

Su Luochuan took the initiative to explain, "The demon clan has several major forces, and the demon god mountain is one of them. This Tu Peng is about the same age as me, and his realm is almost the same. The reason why I don't take action is because I am waiting for him."

"He is the leader of the demon clan in this operation?"

Fang Qingyang raised his eyebrows.

"Well, it was his idea to rescue the Qingyu Demon Saint. Tu Peng is cruel and ruthless, and he has rich means. It is not easy to defeat him."

Su Luochuan also had a low opinion of Tu Peng.

"Fang Qingyang, it is indeed commendable for the human race to have a talent like you. I heard that you are an extremely rare third-level cultivator of physical skills and swordsmanship. Hey, why don't you come to our demon clan and let me give you a drop of the demon clan's blood?" Demon God Mountain will definitely entrust you with important tasks and treat you as the future.”

Tu Peng smiled and extended an invitation to Fang Qingyang.

"Kneel down, kowtow, and call me grandpa a few times. Maybe I will consider joining you."

Fang Qingyang sneered.

Before the war, they still played this kind of low-level psychological warfare.

ridiculous.

Tu Peng's smile did not change, "Yes, you have the guts. I hope I can have the opportunity to fight with you in the future! I heard that you are in the True Dragon Alliance and are known as the second Su Luochuan. I would like to learn from you."

"If you want to fight, I'll accompany you."

Su Luochuan took over Tu Peng's words coldly, "The battle between you and me, to me, is nothing more than thinking about how to cut off your head, that's all."

Tu Peng smiled and said nothing.

He and Su Luochuan were geniuses of the same level, and neither could easily defeat the other.

Now that the war situation is in favor of the Monster Clan, it is naturally impossible for him to mess up his position.

After half an hour of recovery, Fang Qingyang finally reached his peak. At this moment on the battlefield, Liu Qijing seemed to be unable to hold on. His hand holding the sword hung down by his side. Every time he made a move, his steps seemed extremely heavy. This was about to happen. Signs of exhaustion.

There were countless scars on his thin body. At a glance, the bones were visible, which was shocking.

His opponent was a Great Saint Realm demon clan, but his combat power was obviously inferior to that of his opponent. His several attacks failed to pose much of a threat to the opponent. Instead, he added a few scars to his body out of thin air.

"Third brother, take my place."

Fang Qingyang shouted loudly, and his figure rushed into the battlefield like lightning.

Liu Qijing nodded and flew back.

The great sage of the monster race glanced at him and smiled ferociously, "Want to leave?"

He roared, waved his arms proactively, and charged towards Liu Qijing.

Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword has arrived, causing a fatal killing blow.

Liu Qijing saw that the great sage of the demon clan was charging straight towards him, with no intention of dodging even when facing Fang Qingyang's killing blow. His heart froze, and he guessed what the other party was thinking.

The opponent is trying to kill himself even if he is injured.

An idea was generated in his mind. Liu Qijing took a deep breath, and his running steps suddenly stopped in the air, "Xiao Wu, kill him!"

While roaring, he raised his sword with both hands and faced him, looking ruthless as if he wanted to die with his opponent, his fighting spirit boiling wildly.

Fight, fight, fight!

"Third brother!"

Fang Qingyang's pupils shrank, but the incident happened suddenly, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and maximize the power of the sword.

"ridiculous!"

The great sage of the monster race smiled ferociously, "You don't know how much I am physically stronger. Do you think this is exchanging injuries for injuries? No, I will indeed be injured, but you...will die!"

He didn't back down either.

Finally, Liu Qijing's sword was pressed against the lower abdomen of the demon clan's great sage, but it only made a scratch and was blown away by the opponent's strength.

His chest was penetrated by the five fingers of the Great Sage of the Monster Race!

At the same time, Fang Qingyang struck the demon clan great sage on the shoulder with an absolutely terrifying sword, forcibly cutting off half of his shoulder and his arm.