Heavenly God Mnemonic

At this moment, Xu Yanyu dared to confirm Yang Qingxuan's cultivation.

Among the seven disciples of their Kunhe Temple, he was the only one in the early stage of the Emperor's Throne, and the other six were all from the Xiaotian and Taitian. How could he stop Yang Qingxuan's sword!

"Bad son! Quickly kill him!"

Xu Yanyu's eyes were about to split, the violent aura on his body soared, he suppressed his fear, the folding fan in his hand rose again, a wind blade covered it, and the whole world surged.

Countless soul lights are immersed in the treasure fan, and the shadow of a beast appears in the sky.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were as light as water, and he was unmoved, always holding the sword elegantly, with his left hand behind him, as if he was walking in his courtyard chanting poetry.

"Unexplained Zhuang Sheng Tian Lai, Gang Dao has males and females."

Another line of poetry, accompanied by a turn of the sword's power, stroked towards the remaining two disciples.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan and the sword are one, in a very delicate state, between raising his hands and raising his feet, one sword can be the way.

His happy sword intent is almost at its peak at this moment.

Wu Lin was even more stunned, such a terrifying sword intent and body skills, even the fellow master brothers in Xuanxiao Jiangque, it is impossible to achieve.

It's not that Xu Yan said that a few people are too bad, but the person in front of you is too terrifying!

"Who is he?"

Wu Lin stayed there blankly, her blue eyes filled with confusion.

The blue tooth ghost face contains extremely complicated formations, even her blue eyes can't break.

Wu Lin didn't dare to push her eyes too much, so as not to cause this person's disgust and discomfort, and eventually become unfavorable to her.

Moreover, her heart was beating fiercely, and the body and sword intent of the person in front of her were perfectly blended with the poem, almost close to the Tao, making her heart beating inexplicably.

The two remaining disciples in the Kunhe Temple wanted to urge Huang Fu to escape, but when they heard Xu Yanyu's killing order, they all gritted their teeth and shouted: "Don't underestimate us!"

One person used his potential to the limit with one punch.

The other person took out a copper spear and stabled up.

Both of them are in the mid-term of the Supreme Heaven, and under the same hatred of the enemy, they have maximized their potential. The space "rumbling" is exploded, and the powerful aura is pushed over.

"Boom!"

However, the strength of the joint efforts did not have the slightest effect. When Haoran's sword intent was cut, the entire sky was cut apart, and the two disciples were cut off with their chests cut off, and they fell from the sky without a glance.

"Huh? Ah!!"

Xu Yanyu was even more crazy, desperately urging his Martial Spirit and Heavenly Tool Treasure Fan, and he was the only one who died in the Kunhe Temple, which made him blow his hair instantly.

Even if it was fighting with Xuan Xiao Jiangque, there was no such a serious situation.

They are the Kunhe Temple, one of the nine superpowers!

Finally, terrible energy gathered in the air, the treasure fan was fully opened, and an ancient strange beast roared in the storm, Xu Yanyu poured his whole body power into it, desperate!

"Go to hell! Break the world!"

"Boom!"

The storm rushed down, and the earth burst open under this might, and terrible cracks continued to spread around.

Up to this moment, Yang Qingxuan was still indifferent, silent under the sword intent.

After killing the last two disciples of the Kunhe Temple, the sword intent picked up, took a step forward, and pierced the boundless storm.

At the same time, I read the last two sentences, "A little bit of breath, and a thousand miles of wind!"

The spirit of Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows trembled, and the powerful sword intent began to spread from her body, as if there were endless sword spirits contending, all pouring into the fighting spirit god.

The boundless sword intent rushed between the sky and the earth, cutting into the storm!

"Boom!"

The entire storm split in an instant, and a Ling Ran sword intent rose into the sky, sweeping the sky with the mighty energy!

"Oh no!--"

Xu Yanyu screamed, and his body exploded along with the treasure fan, blown away by the sword, and disappeared completely.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, and he recovered from the awe-inspiring sword intent, staring at the fighting spirit **** in his hand.

It seemed to be a trivial matter to kill the seven people in the Kunhe Temple in an instant.

In fact, Yang Qingxuan really didn't think it was so important. On the other hand, the Ghost Fighter in his hand, constantly shining with soul light, seemed to be much stronger than before.

It was like a broken sword soul repairing itself.

"Really... Is it repairing?"

Yang Qingxuan stood there blankly, looking at the sword in his hand.

When he finally displayed the awe-inspiring aura, ten thousand swords in the sword mound rang, and infinite power poured into the ghost fighting god, as if awakening the remnant soul sword.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and then thought of the Hyakki Yexing buried deep in the sword mound, that terrifying ghost sword, but the ghost emperor was transformed into a ghost, so he still dare not use it.

There seemed to be a lot of secrets in the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb, which he didn't understand.

"Thank you for saving me."

A nice and pleasant sound came, soft and soft, very comfortable to hear.

Wu Lin was opening her eyes wide, looking at Yang Qingxuan unblinkingly. Those blue eyes were clear, very cute.

And Yang Qingxuan swallowed inexplicably, why is the front of this little loli so big?

He immediately discarded the distracting thoughts, smiled slightly, and said, "You don't need to stare at me. Even if you have blue eyes and insufficient cultivation, you can't see through my mask."

"Oh."

Wu Lin blinked her eyes and returned to her normal black pupils, but a strange smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.

Because glaucoma is the inherited method of the Wu family, it has many different abilities, and there are strong and weak points.

Wu Lin is the number one genius among the younger generations of the Wu family, otherwise she would not have participated in the martial arts discussion at such an age, and her talent was much stronger than Wu Qiyue.

And Wu Lin's blue eyes are a rare perfect body among the younger generation of the Wu family, with almost all the power.

Under the peeping just now, Wu Lin had already seen Yang Qingxuan's appearance clearly, and said in her heart: "He looks so good-looking, why should he wear a mask?"

Yang Qingxuan suddenly asked: "Qiyue...Wu Qiyue... is she okay?"

Wu Lin was taken aback, and said in amazement: "Do you know my cousin? Could it be that you came to participate in martial arts for her?"

Yang Qingxuan said, "So you are her cousin."

Wu Lin nodded heavily, and said: "My cousin doesn't know what she committed. She is pressed under the cliff of Liaoshen and suffers!"

Yang Qingxuan shook his whole body, squeezed both fists sharply, and shot a murderous chill in his eyes.

Wu Lin was startled, she couldn't help taking a step back, and said in surprise: "You, what are you going to do?"

Yang Qingxuan thought secretly, Wu Qiyue is the daughter of Wu Xian after all, so she feels a little relieved if she will not harm her. At the same time, she also thought about why Wu Qiyue was pressed under the cliff of Liaoshen. Most of it was related to her, and she was unaware Guilt.

Yang Qingxuan said: "You help me tell Qiyue, with a little bit of wisdom, I will definitely win the championship of this competition!"

At Tian Cong Academy that day, he enlightened the sword and created this trick. It was Wu Qiyue who named him. As long as he said it, the other party would understand it naturally.