Fu Qingyang drew his sword and stepped back without hesitation, however, the Yin-Yang Demon Blade was stuck in the burning body of the King of Fear. The next second, the Yin-Yang Demon Blade broke free from his hand.

It rebelled!

The Demon Eye King held the hilt of the sword and grinned, "Not a bad sword, it's mine now! Fu Qingyang, you also have a taste of being frozen."

Like the flame attached to the bones, it broke away from the King of Fear and returned to the sword.

As the master, he took back the Eternal Flame. Then, the King of Fear switched to the Fire Stealing Sword mode, turning the flame on the sword into a dark white.

He imitated Fu Qingyang and inserted the Fire Stealing Sword into the ground.

At the same time, the seven arms suddenly closed together, trapping Fu Qingyang, who was in a very bad condition.

With such a distance and such an attack, Yanshi, who was in poor physical condition, was almost certain to die.

Suddenly, a bright and scorching golden light shone from Fu Qingyang's hand, rushed to the back of his head, and condensed into a golden sun.

The pale flames that rushed to his feet disappeared, the wind and rain disappeared, and the germs in his body were also killed!

Rules overrule rules!

Fu Qingyang used the Sunrise Talisman given to him by Zhang Yuanqing. The Sunrise Talisman is a high-level talisman for the Sun God profession. Unlike the Blood of the Sun which only contains part of the power of rules, the Sunrise Talisman made by Zhang Yuanqing can restore half of the power of the original body.

Due to the difficulty in production and the tight time schedule,

Zhang Yuanqing only painted three pictures and gave them all to Fu Qingyang.

Use one less.

The King of Fear felt that all the spiritual power and skills in his body were sealed by the golden light and he could not use them. However, his three-headed and eight-armed Dharma body did not dissipate. At his level, the Dharma body had already solidified. It was real flesh and blood, not condensed spiritual power.

However, weapons such as swords, spears, swords, and halberds that have armor-breaking and bleeding effects can no longer be condensed.

The King of Fear held a sword in one arm and fists in all seven, beating the caged beast from all directions.

Fu Qingyang calmly drew out two swords from the void, a golden dragon sword and a pure black straight sword. The latter was Cai Qinhe's rule-based item. The Hebo Seal had been retrained to have the power to stir up the wind and thunder and cause the enemy to fall into the waves.

Of course, now it's just an indestructible sword.

With two swords in hand, Fu Qingyang swung his arms violently like Monkey King dancing with an iron rod, and formed the two swords into two circles that were watertight, and also like two propellers, one gold and one black.

Ding ding dong!

He swung his arms and stepped back, leaving deep holes in the ground with each step.

The fists of the King of Fear were like a rainstorm, but each time they were knocked away by the propellers, splashing dazzling sparks.

The King of Fear is like a perpetual motion machine, and his arms are the transmission connecting rods that smash his fists containing terrible power into the enemy again and again.

He was not idle, either, babble provocatively: "Xiao Fu, you are still so weak. You have such a high starting point, but you are not even as good as ordinary family members. You have no physical strength, no talent, and average intelligence. You are mediocre in all aspects. If it weren't for your single-minded hard work, you would not be able to defeat your peers in the Fu family."

"If you didn't have the Fu family dungeon strategy, you could have successfully cleared so many dungeons in the early stages? If you hadn't become a scout and had a talent for swordsmanship, could you have become a master of swordsmanship?"

"Have you been praised too highly and forgotten how humble you were in the beginning?"

The King of Fear's fists were sharp, but his words were even sharper, and every word hit the mark.

"In fact, even if you become a spiritual realm walker, you still have to rely on single-minded hard training and give up all enjoyment and entertainment to barely keep up with your peers."

"Do you know what Fu Qingxuan said about you before? She said you have the body of a lady but the fate of a maid!"

With your achievements today, do you feel satisfied? No, in fact, you are still weak. You just jumped from a small Fu family to a bigger stage.

"On this stage where the world's strongest gather, you are still an insignificant character. Do you think that your entry into the spiritual realm can help Yuanshi Tianzun, no, the Demon Lord, I still want to call him the Demon Lord. Do you think you can help the Demon Lord defeat the Lord of the Stars?"

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Not to mention whether you can kill me, even if you can, it will only weaken the suppression of the main formation on the Demon Lord. He still can't defeat the Lord of the Stars in the formation."

Fu Qingyang, do you understand now how weak you are?

Fu Qingyang had no expression on his face. He retreated while swinging his sword. The Golden Dragon Sword in his right hand became shorter and shorter, from more than three feet to one foot. It was not broken by the violence of the Fearful Heavenly King, but was worn away by the sparks flying again and again.

The physical strength of the King of Fear is even stronger than that of a high-quality dominant sword. Without the ability to exert sword energy, the Golden Dragon Sword cannot break his defense at all.

Even the Fearful King, who was getting smaller and smaller like a grinding wheel, raised his mouth and said, "Fu Qingyang, I have a suggestion. If you are really a strong man, we can be within an inch of each other and decide life and death in three moves. How about it?

Fu Qingyang did not respond and continued to fight and retreat.

"Don't dare anymore?" The King of Fear laughed, "The power of the sun has sealed all our skills. We can't use bloodlust and rage. If we die, we die. What are you afraid of?

As a student who had received sword training in the Fu family, the King of Fear knew very well that Fu Qingyang was the kind of person who would go to the tiger mountain even though he knew there was a tiger there.

In some matters, his paranoia is as high as that of the Demon Eye.

So I wanted to stimulate him to change his conservative fighting tactics and choose more radical tactics.

Only with a semi-god physique like myself can I find an opportunity to kill Fu Qingyang. Otherwise, the defense of the high-level Yanshi is really unbreakable.

In terms of fighting skills, the Ancient God of War is not as good as the Swordsman. Of course, even if he continues like this, the winner will definitely be the Fearful King, but the Demon Eye is not dead yet!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind Fu Qingyang and punched the Fearful King in the face: "Let's fight, why stop talking nonsense, you rubbish who has been suppressed by women all your life."

Bang.

The King of Evil Eyes was grabbed by the head and pressed hard to the ground. The King of Fear inserted the Yin-Yang Demon Blade into the back of the Evil Eye and nailed it to the ground. He then opened eight punches at the same time, like a big Iron Man beating the Hulk, and beat him violently.

The Demon Eye's bones were broken, tendons were fractured, and internal organs were damaged.

Fu Qingyang was as fast as a sword. He went behind the King of Fear and slashed at his head with his sword.

The King of Fear pulled out the Yin-Yang Demon Blade with one of his hands and swung it backwards. Sparks flew everywhere and Fu Qingyang's hand holding the pure black Chang sword cracked at the base of his palm and he almost couldn't hold the weapon.

As he used the force to retreat, he kicked Ruirui at the wrist of the Fearful King that was holding the sword. The energy penetrated the wrist and it exploded in the air more than ten meters high with a "pop", and the Yin-Yang Demon Blade flew out of his hand.

Fu Qingyang threw away the Golden Dragon Sword that had been sharpened into a dagger, caught the falling Yin-Yang Demon Blade, spun his arms, and completed more than ten slashes on the steel-hard body of the King of Fear.

The sword cut through the copper skin. The Fearful King was afraid to deal with a high-ranking scout alone, so he picked up the Demon Eye King and used him as a weapon to sweep across.

Fu Qingyang raised both swords and used the sword spines to greet the Demon Eye King.

Bang!

The two collided and both flew out.

The King of Fear dodged and blocked the path of the two men flying backwards. He kicked Demon Eye and broke his ribs. He turned around and punched Fu Qingyang in the head, causing a loud explosion.

Fu Qingyang drew his sword and stepped back without hesitation, however, the Yin-Yang Demon Blade was stuck in the burning body of the King of Fear. The next second, the Yin-Yang Demon Blade broke free from his hand.

It rebelled!

The Demon Eye King held the hilt of the sword and grinned, "Not a bad sword, it's mine now! Fu Qingyang, you also have a taste of being frozen."

Like the flame attached to the bones, it broke away from the King of Fear and returned to the sword.

As the master, he took back the Eternal Flame. Then, the King of Fear switched to the Fire Stealing Sword mode, turning the flame on the sword into a dark white.

He imitated Fu Qingyang and inserted the Fire Stealing Sword into the ground.

At the same time, the seven arms suddenly closed together, trapping Fu Qingyang, who was in a very bad condition.

With such a distance and such an attack, Yanshi, who was in poor physical condition, was almost certain to die.

Suddenly, a bright and scorching golden light shone from Fu Qingyang's hand, rushed to the back of his head, and condensed into a golden sun.

The pale flames that rushed to his feet disappeared, the wind and rain disappeared, and the germs in his body were also killed!

Rules overrule rules!

Fu Qingyang used the Sunrise Talisman given to him by Zhang Yuanqing. The Sunrise Talisman is a high-level talisman for the Sun God profession. Unlike the Blood of the Sun which only contains part of the power of rules, the Sunrise Talisman made by Zhang Yuanqing can restore half of the power of the original body.

Due to the difficulty in production and the tight time schedule,

Zhang Yuanqing only painted three pictures and gave them all to Fu Qingyang.

Use one less.

The King of Fear felt that all the spiritual power and skills in his body were sealed by the golden light and he could not use them. However, his three-headed and eight-armed Dharma body did not dissipate. At his level, the Dharma body had already solidified. It was real flesh and blood, not condensed spiritual power.

However, weapons such as swords, spears, swords, and halberds that have armor-breaking and bleeding effects can no longer be condensed.

The King of Fear held a sword in one arm and fists in all seven, beating the caged beast from all directions.

Fu Qingyang calmly drew out two swords from the void, a golden dragon sword and a pure black straight sword. The latter was Cai Qinhe's rule-based item. The Hebo Seal had been retrained to have the power to stir up the wind and thunder and cause the enemy to fall into the waves.

Of course, now it's just an indestructible sword.

With two swords in hand, Fu Qingyang swung his arms violently like Monkey King dancing with an iron rod, and formed the two swords into two circles that were watertight, and also like two propellers, one gold and one black.

Ding ding dong!

He swung his arms and stepped back, leaving deep holes in the ground with each step.

The fists of the King of Fear were like a rainstorm, but each time they were knocked away by the propellers, splashing dazzling sparks.

The King of Fear is like a perpetual motion machine, and his arms are the transmission connecting rods that smash his fists containing terrible power into the enemy again and again.

He was not idle, either, babble provocatively: "Xiao Fu, you are still so weak. You have such a high starting point, but you are not even as good as ordinary family members. You have no physical strength, no talent, and average intelligence. You are mediocre in all aspects. If it weren't for your single-minded hard work, you would not be able to defeat your peers in the Fu family."

"If you didn't have the Fu family dungeon strategy, you could have successfully cleared so many dungeons in the early stages? If you hadn't become a scout and had a talent for swordsmanship, could you have become a master of swordsmanship?"

"Have you been praised too highly and forgotten how humble you were in the beginning?"

The King of Fear's fists were sharp, but his words were even sharper, and every word hit the mark.

"In fact, even if you become a spiritual realm walker, you still have to rely on single-minded hard training and give up all enjoyment and entertainment to barely keep up with your peers."

"Do you know what Fu Qingxuan said about you before? She said you have the body of a lady but the fate of a maid!"

With your achievements today, do you feel satisfied? No, in fact, you are still weak. You just jumped from a small Fu family to a bigger stage.

"On this stage where the world's strongest gather, you are still an insignificant character. Do you think that your entry into the spiritual realm can help Yuanshi Tianzun, no, the Demon Lord, I still want to call him the Demon Lord. Do you think you can help the Demon Lord defeat the Lord of the Stars?"

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Not to mention whether you can kill me, even if you can, it will only weaken the suppression of the main formation on the Demon Lord. He still can't defeat the Lord of the Stars in the formation."

Fu Qingyang, do you understand now how weak you are?

Fu Qingyang had no expression on his face. He retreated while swinging his sword. The Golden Dragon Sword in his right hand became shorter and shorter, from more than three feet to one foot. It was not broken by the violence of the Fearful Heavenly King, but was worn away by the sparks flying again and again.

The physical strength of the King of Fear is even stronger than that of a high-quality dominant sword. Without the ability to exert sword energy, the Golden Dragon Sword cannot break his defense at all.

Even the Fearful King, who was getting smaller and smaller like a grinding wheel, raised his mouth and said, "Fu Qingyang, I have a suggestion. If you are really a strong man, we can be within an inch of each other and decide life and death in three moves. How about it?

Fu Qingyang did not respond and continued to fight and retreat.

"Don't dare anymore?" The King of Fear laughed, "The power of the sun has sealed all our skills. We can't use bloodlust and rage. If we die, we die. What are you afraid of?

As a student who had received sword training in the Fu family, the King of Fear knew very well that Fu Qingyang was the kind of person who would go to the tiger mountain even though he knew there was a tiger there.

In some matters, his paranoia is as high as that of the Demon Eye.

So I wanted to stimulate him to change his conservative fighting tactics and choose more radical tactics.

Only with a semi-god physique like myself can I find an opportunity to kill Fu Qingyang. Otherwise, the defense of the high-level Yanshi is really unbreakable.

In terms of fighting skills, the Ancient God of War is not as good as the Swordsman. Of course, even if he continues like this, the winner will definitely be the Fearful King, but the Demon Eye is not dead yet!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind Fu Qingyang and punched the Fearful King in the face: "Let's fight, why stop talking nonsense, you rubbish who has been suppressed by women all your life."

Bang.

The King of Evil Eyes was grabbed by the head and pressed hard to the ground. The King of Fear inserted the Yin-Yang Demon Blade into the back of the Evil Eye and nailed it to the ground. He then opened eight punches at the same time, like a big Iron Man beating the Hulk, and beat him violently.

The Demon Eye's bones were broken, tendons were fractured, and internal organs were damaged.

Fu Qingyang was as fast as a sword. He went behind the King of Fear and slashed at his head with his sword.

The King of Fear pulled out the Yin-Yang Demon Blade with one of his hands and swung it backwards. Sparks flew everywhere and Fu Qingyang's hand holding the pure black Chang sword cracked at the base of his palm and he almost couldn't hold the weapon.

As he used the force to retreat, he kicked Ruirui at the wrist of the Fearful King that was holding the sword. The energy penetrated the wrist and it exploded in the air more than ten meters high with a "pop", and the Yin-Yang Demon Blade flew out of his hand.

Fu Qingyang threw away the Golden Dragon Sword that had been sharpened into a dagger, caught the falling Yin-Yang Demon Blade, spun his arms, and completed more than ten slashes on the steel-hard body of the King of Fear.

The sword cut through the copper skin. The Fearful King was afraid to deal with a high-ranking scout alone, so he picked up the Demon Eye King and used him as a weapon to sweep across.

Fu Qingyang raised both swords and used the sword spines to greet the Demon Eye King.

Bang!

The two collided and both flew out.

The King of Fear dodged and blocked the path of the two men flying backwards. He kicked Demon Eye and broke his ribs. He turned around and punched Fu Qingyang in the head, causing a loud explosion.