Heavenly God Mnemonic

In Yang Qingxuan's whole body, arrays emerged, Tian Jue Formation, Earth Lie Formation, Ice Formation...

The ten killing arrays were instantly transformed.

Under the impact of the Eight Gate Sword Array, it was broken and solid, superimposed on each other.

The ten formation runes on Yang Qingxuan's body were completely aroused, thousands of formation runes came and went, exuding a strong killing intent.

"Boom! Boom!"

Shijue Formation continued to crumble under the impact of the Eight Sword Formations.

Yang Qingxuan tried desperately to pinch the tactics, shattered and then condensed, filled up with the formations, completely relying on the tyrannical true essence.

Soon, the ten formations were connected and turned into a huge formation like a city, around it, blocking all the sword energy.

"Oh, this kid is messing up, Shi Jue Formation is not like that. But he is in the form of a formation, and only the mid-aircraft cultivation base, can achieve this level, it is not bad. And this brat body formation The pattern, the technique and purity of the inscription are very good, although it is far behind me, but the palace lord of the tenth palace of Jinbie Island may not be able to do it. It is strange, who helped him inscribe the pattern?"

Zhang San rested his chin in one hand and started to ponder.

Yang Wuxin stared at the vast formation like a city, his expression gloomy, and said coldly: "This formation can only block the sword energy, can it stop my Taixuan sword intent? Die!"

Yang Wuxin kept pinching the tactics into the Eight Swords, the sword pattern on the center of his eyebrows whirled in the air, and the power of the martial soul was urged to the extreme.

Eight sword sounds tremble from the ring, and the eight sword auras are flying in the air like a dragon, slashing one after another in the Shijue formation.

"Boom! Boom!"

The vast array constantly trembles, and the terrifying Taixuan sword intent is even more quilted, penetrating the ten absolute formations, covering Yang Qingxuan, splitting his flesh like a wind blade.

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly took out a Daowen Pill and threw it into his mouth, swallowing it.

Leverage the power of the pill to comprehend the essence of this sword intent.

A Dao pattern formed on the skin like scales, covering Yang Qingxuan's whole person.

The Tai Xuan sword intent impacted on his body, merged with the pattern, and was sucked into his body in an instant.

Yang Qingxuan's hand pinches the seal.

The sword intent that was inhaled in the body continuously turned into sword charms, and finally flowed into the center of the eyebrows, resonating with the Taixuan Sword Tomb.

That kind of feeling is like the spring rain nourishing all things, and the ten thousand swords in the sword mound are induced, exuding Xu Xu Jinhui.

"Hahahaha! Die, die for me!"

Yang Wuxin was still laughing wildly, seeing that the speed of repairing the ten unique formations couldn't keep up with the collapse, and it was a crazy attack.

On the eight-handed divine sword, the sword intent is as vast as the sea, and the sword aura spreads across the world.

At the center of this sword, Yang Wuxin was so energetic as a god, his eyes bursting with endless killing intent.

"The **** from the lower planes can never be level with me. At any time, as long as I want, a thought can knock you back to your original shape and make it back into a pool of mud!"

Yang Wuxin yelled, spreading his hands on his side.

The eight sword auras suddenly converged in the air, and slammed under Yang Wuxin's mark!

"boom!"

"boom!"

The vast and powerful sword aura, the shattering ten must be constantly broken.

The blood at the corner of Yang Qingxuan's mouth overflowed like water, and he was already wet in front of him.

But he still pinched the Jue with both hands, motionless, comprehending the sword intent.

Yang Qingxuan knew that if he lost this opportunity, he was afraid that he would never have another chance, because the Supreme Profound Sword Chapter must be in the hands of the emperor, and he is not a mysterious secret, so he doesn't have the ability to grab it.

If you have the ability to grab it someday, you may not need this sword chapter.

Therefore, learning from Yang Wuxin is his only chance!

Yang Qingxuan shouted, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper, and the large cold sweat rolled down like beads.

The Shijue Formation recovered a bit, but it was quickly dissipated by the Eight Sword Formations, and it was about to fall apart.

Yang Qingxuan raised his eyes, revealing anxious expression.

The comprehension of sword intent and the mastery of most of it, if you give him half a stick of incense time, you can master it all.

But don't talk about half a stick of incense at this moment, I am afraid it will be difficult to support half a breath!

"Boom!"

The entire Shijue Formation collapsed at once.

Yang Wuxin's pupils shrank abruptly, shot out a bright light of excitement, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, go to hell!"

With a quick grasp, a blue sword fell into his hand, and the powerful and vast sword intent surged out, tearing the surrounding space!

"ended!"

Yang Wuxin grinned and slashed across the air with a sword, splitting all the chaotic power after the shattering of the Shijue Formation, and the figure shook before falling in front of Yang Qingxuan, slammed with a sword.

"laugh!"

The cyan sword was inserted into Yang Qingxuan's body, as the chest penetrated.

"what!--"

On the sea of ​​clouds, countless screams rang out, and their eyes widened in horror.

Shi Yuyan and Wu Qiyue almost fainted, their faces pale as paper.

Yang Qingxuan's friends, Pan Haixing, Lance, Hua Qing Hualing, and even Zhong Jie, Gongzuqing, etc., all showed horror on their faces, and their eyes widened, and they couldn't accept this scene at all.

"Boss! Boss hide, hide, why don't you hide!"

Pan Haixing screamed like crazy, tears rolled down.

"finished?"

"Is Yang Qingxuan defeated? Or is he going to die?"

"Why didn't he hide with this sword? With his strength, he should be able to avoid it!"

In the sea of ​​clouds, the violent sound of controversy sounded, all of which were inexplicable sorrow.

Yang Qingxuan has gone from a small figure in a low-level plane to today, just like all the small figures above the sea of ​​clouds.

Without a strong background, without a lot of resources, everything must rely on one's own efforts to struggle and strive for.

The acquisition of every piece of spiritual stone, every pill, and every exercise is full of sadness and difficulty.

Yang Qingxuan represents the dreams in the hearts of all the little people, step by step from the bottom, reaching the top ten, the top four, and even the first place like a comet.

And it is such a small person who is ultimately no match for the son of the emperor who has a deep background and is born to step above everyone else.

The expectation in everyone's heart was completely cut off with Yang Wuxin's sword, and their hearts fell into the abyss.

"Is the destiny of man unchangeable after all?"

The hearts of countless little people are sad.

"Trash, I said that I would beat you back to the garbage dump with my own hands. Don't worry, I won't kill you happily. I will abolish your martial arts foundation first, and then torture you a little bit to let you know Offend my fate!"

A vicious color flashed in Yang Wuxin's eyes, and he was about to pull the cyan sword from Yang Qingxuan's body. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he found that where the sword pierced, there was a golden light flowing in his blood.

"this is……"

Yang Wuxin's face changed drastically. Although she didn't understand what it meant, her heart was inexplicably uneasy. She was about to pull out the sword with her right hand, but suddenly she grabbed it with a big hand, and her five fingers were firmly locked on the hilt. live.

"you……"

Yang Wuxin was astonished, Yang Qingxuan was already covered in blood, lowered his head and couldn't see his appearance clearly.

At this moment, a terrifying sword intent burst out from Yang Qingxuan's body.

Accompanied by it, there is the soul power that crushes everything like a king over the world!

"Today, it is you who will be beaten into the dust!"

"what!--"

Yang Qingxuan suddenly raised his head, roared, golden light shining in his eyes.

The Martial Spirit Seal on the center of the eyebrows was hard to suppress, and it spewed out like a volcano, and then the sword intent was like a sea, covering the whole world!

A fierce roar suddenly erupted from the arena, and it continued to break apart. Sword graves came like torn space, and descended on the sea of ​​the nine heavens!