The Art of the Great Sword

Chapter 295 I Will Lend You the Lightning to Temper Your Body!

"Ah!"

The demon clan great sage screamed in pain, his shoulder and the entire arm were cut off, which was a serious injury for him.

The five fingers of that arm did pierce Liu Qijing's lower abdomen, but they were cut off immediately, so the injury was not too serious.

But even so, Liu Qijing, who had already given up everything, still fainted after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Fang Qingyang stepped to Liu Qijing's side, raised his hand to pull out the demon clan great sage's arm, and immediately applied ointment to stop the bleeding.

"Third brother, hold on."

Fang Qingyang took a deep breath, his figure swept through the void, and placed Liu Qijing's figure on the top of the city. After doing all this, he returned to the battlefield with a ferocious look in his eyes.

"You, damn it!"

Fang Qingyang shouted angrily, raised his hand and slashed at the demon clan great sage.

"What a fast sword!"

In the distance, Tu Peng took this scene into his eyes, and he nodded slightly, obviously approving of Fang Qingyang's offensive.

If he is really given the opportunity to grow, within three years, the True Dragon Alliance will have another Su Luochuan.

No, Fang Qingyang is very likely to be more evil than Su Luochuan!

This kid is a third-level cultivator of physical skills, magic and sword, and his upper limit is extremely high!

When he thought of this, Tu Peng couldn't help but clench his fists, and a terrifying flame condensed in his eyes.

If there is a chance, he must be killed without leaving any room.

The two sides collided with each other.

Fang Qingyang's swordsmanship is terrifying and changeable. Sometimes it is a mysterious sword skill, which is natural, and sometimes it is like a giant axe chopping down, raging with a violent wind.

Under such terrifying strength, no one can bear it.

The demon clan great sage who fought against him complained bitterly. He had tried his best, but no matter how he attacked, he was blocked by the opponent.

He lost an arm, and it was difficult for him to gain an advantage in a frontal battle.

Before, when he faced Fang Qingyang from a distance, he didn't feel much. Only when he really faced Fang Qingyang and fought with him continuously, could he realize how terrifying this person was.

"There are endless Tianjiao on the human side, which is not a good thing for my demon race."

The demon race's great sage looked fierce. If possible, he would definitely find an opportunity to crush the opponent and kill this Tianjiao in advance.

On the top of the city.

After a fierce battle, Li Mingyi returned to the top of the city.

He was sweating all over, obviously exhausted to the extreme, and then sat on the city wall, gasping for breath.

"Do you regret not practicing more in normal times?"

Su Luochuan glanced at him and said indifferently.

"I regret it, I regret it so much."

Li Mingyi gritted his teeth, "If I had worked harder in the past, I would definitely be able to reach the middle saint realm. If that were the case, I would have killed the demon clan in the great saint realm in the battle just now, and there would not be so many trivial matters."

"In the future, there will be more and more battles like this."

Su Luochuan sighed, "Whether it is the True Dragon Alliance or the Taoist Sect, they will fight desperately with the demon clan for cultivation resources. The cultivation resources on the continent are limited and have been almost mined."

"The cultivation resources have become less, but the number of people who need cultivation resources has increased. In the next few decades, there will inevitably be fierce battles!"

"Either, the alien races will join forces to destroy our human race, unify the continent, and rely on the cultivation resources seized from our human race to continue to persist for hundreds of years."

"Either our human race destroys the alien races and plunders their things, so that we can be worry-free for hundreds of years."

Listening to Su Luochuan's words, the others shook their heads, looking helpless.

As he said, the fighting will become more and more intense in the future.

"It seems that I really need to strengthen my hard training in the future. If there is a next time, I will not let him escape from my hands!"

Li Mingyi's eyes were cold and arrogant, "After all, if I am not born, Li Mingyi..."

"Pah."

Su Luochuan slapped him on the head and blocked the rest of his words.

"Brother, what are you doing? I am just expressing my feelings."

Li Mingyi touched his head, looking unhappy.

"Look at Xiaowu."

Su Luochuan said lightly, "If the other party does not escape, he will be killed by him."

"Alas, brother, where did you find such a monster!"

Li Mingyi put his eyes back again, and when he saw this scene, he sighed again and again, "I have never seen anyone who can reach this level, suppressing the Great Saint Realm into this state with the strength of the Small Saint Realm."

"By the way, brother, even you can't do it, right?"

Li Mingyi suddenly thought of something and laughed.

Su Luochuan shook his head, "Unfortunately, I am not as rubbish as you. I have been stuck in the Lesser Saint Realm for a long time. I have never felt the taste of the Lesser Saint Realm. After all, I was promoted directly from the Divine Fate Realm to the Middle Saint Realm."

Li Mingyi: "..."

Damn it, how did you pretend again?

He clenched his fists suddenly, and then loosened them after a while.

He has always wanted to learn his elder brother's pretending method, but unfortunately, he has only learned the fur over the years, and has never learned the real connotation.

On the battlefield, the other people on both sides have retreated one after another.

It is a very common thing for strong men to fight and win and lose.

On the battlefield, only Fang Qingyang and the demon clan great sage are left.

"Boy, today either you die or I die."

The demon clan great sage waved his one arm and pierced through the void crazily. The terrible light surged, making Fang Qingyang dare not touch it casually.

Once he touched it, there would be a few more blood holes on his body.

He is gradually getting used to fighting with the Great Saint Realm.

Before, when fighting the Black Demon Saint, Fang Qingyang actually made some mistakes due to lack of experience. If he had been allowed to do it again this time, the result would have been much better.

Therefore, Fang Qingyang learned his lesson. When facing this demon clan great saint, he used his body skills more to deal with him. Wherever the Dragon Emperor Sword pointed, the demon clan had no choice but to return to defense. The two sides actually maintained a strange balance in the situation.

"Too slow."

Tu Peng shouted coldly, "You are still unable to break the situation against a small saint. Do you want to go down and accompany the Black Demon?"

The demon clan great saint suddenly shuddered and realized that Fang Qingyang in front of him was a ruthless man who had killed the Black Demon Saint.

"In that case, I won't hide my shortcomings."

The demon clan great saint raised one hand and pressed down like a mountain.

The terrifying power of thunder attached to the left and right, and the void was dark. It turned out that there was a strong evil spirit condensed into dark clouds, and thunder fell blatantly.

Fang Qingyang rose up against the sky. He did not defend himself, but took the thunder with his own body.

In an instant, the power of thunder spread all over his body, and numbness came to his heart.

"Hahaha, it feels good!"

Fang Qingyang's pupils flashed, he laughed and shouted, "Is this all you can do? Keep going!"

The strong men on both sides frowned at this moment, and some did not quite understand the reason for Fang Qingyang's move.

The demon clan sage felt humiliated, and with a loud shout, he condensed thunder again.

Fang Qingyang once again met it with his body.

Thunder and lightning washed his body, making his muscles more condensed and his strength more terrifying.

"He is... using your thunder and lightning to temper his body!"

Tu Peng's pupils shrank, and then he shouted angrily, "Fool, you crush him directly with your physical body. You are a demon clan, don't you understand what your strengths are?"

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