The Art of the Great Sword

not good!

The sharp sword energy split the space, enveloping it with an irresistible power.

Yang Qing felt the sword energy released by Fang Qingyang from behind, and his hair stood on end.

But he's not good at close combat at all.

Moreover, his proud body skills seemed unable to turn things around when faced with Fang Qingyang's killing sword energy.

At the cost of burning his essence and blood, he wanted to escape Fang Qingyang's pursuit faster.

But what happened now was far beyond his expectation.

The sword energy was getting closer and closer, and he even smelled the breath of death.

Knowing that he could not escape from the attack of this sword energy, Yang Qing gritted his teeth, but immediately picked up the bow and arrow in his hand and swung it towards his back.

At this moment, he transferred all the spiritual energy in his body into the bow and arrow. The bow and arrow were affected by the spiritual energy in his body and now became extremely hard.

However, just as he made his counterattack, the sword energy struck in front of him.

Pfft...

The sharp sword light struck the bow and arrow in his hand. The bow and arrow that was fused with his aura was actually cut off by Fang Qingyang's sword at this moment!

The moment the bow and arrow broke, Yang Qing was heartbroken.

When Fang Qingyang came to attack him before, he was injured by Fang Qingyang's undefeated king's fist attack.

Now faced with this fierce sword energy, he simply couldn't muster all his strength to resist it.

When the sword energy cut off the bow and arrow in his hand, the sharpness contained in it fell on him unstoppably.

Blood sprayed out, and Yang Qing felt a chill coming from the top of his head to his lower body. His body was actually split in half by Fang Qingyang's sword energy!

"I, Yang Qing, am at the second level of the Golden Immortal Realm. I control the breath-condensing method, which allows me to stay in this phantom pool. I didn't expect that I would encounter a being like you now!"

Yang Qing, whose body was split in half, was not dead.

There was overwhelming hatred in him, and he stared at Fang Qingyang, almost unable to believe the situation he was encountering now.

He said full of hatred: "I smell the breath of the human race from your body. You are not a monk of my battle against the demons, but you got into the phantom pool of my battle against the demons."

"The day you leave the Phantom Pond will be the day you die!"

After saying these words, a shadow that was exactly like him suddenly rushed out of Yang Qing's body. This was his soul.

When faced with the current situation, he wanted to let his soul escape from this place directly.

However, the moment his soul appeared, a big hand made of spiritual energy fell on him.

Before Yang Qing's soul could use his escape technique, Fang Qingyang's big aura hand held his soul firmly in his hand.

"You said you have a breath-containing technique?"

Fang Qingyang became very interested in the breath-containing technique mentioned by Yang Qing.

After all, this guy said that with this set of breath gathering techniques, he could stay in this magical pool forever.

They enter this magic pool and can only stay here for a month.

After one month, they will be driven out by the power of this magical pool.

It is definitely not easy to enter this magical pool again.

The Magic Pond has a big secret. If Fang Qingyang wants to figure out the secrets filled in the Magic Pond, he must figure out where the unknown elements of the Magic Pond come from within a month.

Obviously, one month is obviously not enough time.

They have been in the Phantom Pond for a week now, and it is not easy to find out what the unknown element is in the remaining time.

If you can delay the time you stay in this magical pool, you might be able to find the result.

"Haha...what, are you coveting my breath-condensing technique now?"

After hearing Fang Qingyang's words, Yang Qing didn't understand what the other party was thinking.

There was a hint of mockery on his face, and he said: "If you want my breath-condensing technique, then kneel on the ground and beg me!"

"As long as you beg me, I can consider passing on this breath gathering technique to you!"

Yang Qing was baptized by the Phantom Pond and had no fear of death in his heart.

When Fang Qingyang heard Yang Qing's words, he sneered: "Being baptized by the strange power of this magical pool has made you lose the most basic respect for life."

"Now you are facing the threat of death, but you are still not afraid of death. I just don't know if you will regret it at the moment before you die!"

Even though he said that, Fang Qingyang still didn't take action against him.

Yang Qing has been controlled by him, and it is not difficult to destroy his soul.

Now he just wants to get what he calls the breath gathering technique from his mouth. As long as he can pull out the breath gathering technique, he can delay his stay in the magic pool.

When Yang Qing saw that Fang Qingyang did not kill his soul, he continued to taunt Fang Qingyang and said: "I, the Demon Fighting Clan, have never known regret. But you, a guy from other races, entered the Phantom Demon of my Fighting Demon Clan. Chi, your end will be very tragic!”

Fang Qingyang was not angry at Yang Qing's curse.

He smiled and said: "You should know that there is another method in this world called soul searching. There are no secrets under soul searching. Once I search for the memory in your soul, you will have no effect."

The soul-searching secret technique is actually very precious to those who have reached the Yuhua realm.

There is a saying in this world that there are no secrets under the soul-searching. If Fang Qingyang searches his soul, then he really can't keep any secrets!

When Yang Qing heard Fang Qingyang's words, his expression froze, but he soon laughed and said, "Haha... So what if I search my soul? I'll leave you with no soul to search!"

Since Fang Qingyang was going to search his soul, how could Yang Qing let Fang Qingyang do what he wanted!

At this time, a wave of energy came out from Yang Qing's soul. He used the power of his soul as a guide and began to burn his soul.

He would rather burn his soul than be searched by Fang Qingyang.

Seeing Yang Qing burning his soul, Fang Qingyang frowned slightly. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and used the Dragon Transformation Technique at the first time.

His right arm turned into a golden dragon arm covered with golden scales. Dragon power emanated from his body and enveloped Yang Qing's soul.

Instantly, a force of shock acted on Yang Qing's soul.

Yang Qing was about to burn his soul and refused to let Fang Qingyang search his soul, but suddenly he felt a pressure from his soul, which stopped all his actions!