Heavenly God Mnemonic

"What? What is this?!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, everyone is shocked.

Looking at the sword tombs in all directions, there is a supernatural sword inserted on it, like the tombstone of countless powerful men, spreading awe-inspiring sword intent.

The entire Jiuxiao Canglan sea, instantly the sword mound tore.

That tremendous pressure shrouded everyone's heart like a haze, feeling the impact of sword intent.

"Tai Xuan Jian Tomb, this is the real Tai Xuan Jian Tomb! Oh my God, how could this happen?!"

"Yang Qingxuan is also a member of the Yang family?"

"The comparison between Yang Wuxin's so-called'Supreme Profound Sword Tomb' just now is completely different from the cloud and mud!"

"Who are they the son of the emperor?"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, hundreds of thousands of people all exploded and were stunned by the scene before them.

The complexion of the people in the Star Palace changed drastically, and their inner shock was no less than that of anyone.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were like stars, staring at Yang Wuxin, shooting out a cold light, and sneered: "Thank you for the Taixuan sword intent you gave me. This thing that originally belonged to me was finally returned to me."

Yang Wuxin was so shocked by this sudden change that he stepped back several steps and said in horror: "This is...!!! No! Impossible! Impossible! This is impossible!"

Yang Wuxin roared like a ghost, and his eyes burst out, as if his spirit had been greatly stimulated, and roared: "I am the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb! My martial soul is the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb! You! It's a fake, you are a fake!"

Yang Wuxin screamed hysterically, but he was so pale and weak, like a clown.

As soon as the Taixuan Sword Tomb came out, Yang Wuxin's Wuxin "Eight Gate Sword Formation" was instantly suppressed.

The seven divine swords hovering all around lost their luster at the same time, and fell into the ring with a sound, and then inserted into it.

As if to feel the sword mound descending, ten thousand swords oppressed, even the sacred artifacts and semi-sacred artifacts made a slight neigh.

And the cyan sword inserted in Yang Qingxuan's chest slowly turned into a golden firefly at the wound and blended into Yang Qingxuan's body little by little.

The countless powerhouses in the void were already stunned by the appearance of the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb. At this moment, they were shocked again, and they all cried out, "Swallow soldiers into the body!"

The cyan sacred sword was shrouded in a powerful soul light, and it was suppressed trembling, spreading out a circle of ripples, but it did not have the slightest murderous intent, as if it was making a weak struggle.

As Yang Qingxuan pushed it into the body a little bit, it was finally absorbed by the body and turned into nourishment.

But after all, this sword is a sacred weapon. Although Yang Qingxuan swallowed it with the power of the sword mound, he couldn't digest it in a short time. The whole skin showed a bronze luster, just like that divine sword.

Everyone was in the sword grave, their thoughts were all petrified, and they completely lost the ability to think about what they saw.

"Counterfeit! Counterfeit! This is a fake Taixuan Sword Tomb, and my martial soul is the Taixuan Sword Tomb!"

Yang Wuxin went crazy, his eyes were red, the vast sea of ​​swords, and the sword intent of Tai Xuan, along with the soul light from Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows, spread out in circles, impacting his body and soul.

At this moment, Yang Wuxin only felt that she fell from the clouds and fell into a bottomless abyss.

All of my proud things disappeared instantly, and even these things turned out to belong to the other party!

The other party is the dragon and phoenix among the people, the proud son of heaven, and he is just a poor reptile, dressed in the coat of a dragon, at this moment being stripped away by Ren Chi-luo-躶, exposed to the world.

All pride and dignity collapsed in an instant.

"No! No! My Wuhun is the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb, and I am the son of the emperor, the supreme first person!"

Yang Wuxin's hair bun spread out and draped behind him, feeling that people all over the world were staring at him and mocking him.

Yang Wuxin suddenly drew up a sacred sword beside him, rushed over, and shouted: "I want to kill you! You took everything from me! I want to kill you!"

Yang Qingxuan was dressed in blood, standing still.

With a quick grasp, a sword grave was instantly shattered, and a bit of cold light rose into the sky, flew into his hands and turned into a long sword.

The vast Taixuan sword intent diffused from the sword soul, and at this moment, the sword body began to show signs of solidification.

Yang Qingxuan looked at Yang Wuxin who was rushing, and his heart was extremely calm, staring at the sword in his hand, and slowly said: "I finally understand the meaning of the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb. Not only is there thousands of sword souls included here, but also in the meaning of the sword. Under evolution, you can repair it yourself!"

"Zheng!"

The long sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand suddenly diffused with cold light, surging out in circles.

In the surrounding sword graves, the sword soul was infected, and the sword aura rose to the sky.

"My sword, what's the matter?!"

There was a large number of shocks around the ring, countless swords suddenly flew out, not under the control of the warrior, all "Zhengzheng Zheng" were inserted in the ring, and the swords surrendered.

In fact, it is more than a sword to surrender?

Below the ring, hundreds of thousands of martial arts souls are on this sword tomb land, all being suppressed!

In the void, Shi Yan smiled bitterly: "This kid is terrible!"

Both Wu Xian and Wu Shan showed heavy faces, and felt the power of the strongest martial arts for the first time.

Only Lu Yifan and Ziyuan, the soul light flashing between their eyebrows, resisted the power of the sword mound.

Lan Ning's imaginary eyes flashed, shooting out a series of brilliant lights.

Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes all looked at the master of the sword surrounded by billions of sword aura on the ring in amazement.

"what?"

After the long sword in his hand repaired itself, Yang Qingxuan let out a surprise, he had seen the sword in his hand.

The sword is three feet long, **** wide, and the whole body is transparent and lingering. The word "Zhan Yao" is engraved on the end, like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing. And on the sword body, there is a line of small words with flowing clouds: Smile for thousands of years!

"It turns out that Zuo Jun's sword was once beheaded back then."

"It's a thousand-year-old situation with a smile, what kind of unique style is the master of this sword?"

Yang Qingxuan sighed, then raised the sword, the biting sword shining in all directions, "I will use this sword to cut you off the dust."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed, a sword intent instantly locked Yang Wuxin, and swung his sword over.

"laugh!"

The sword light flashed in the air, without any fancy, just a white practice.

In fact, at this moment, any element between heaven and earth cannot be a sword.

"Boom!"

Bai Lian slashed in front of Yang Wuxin, shook the sword in his hand, slashing his sword energy unabated.

Yang Wuxin spouted a big mouth of blood, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken line.

There is silence between heaven and earth.

Everyone knew that Yang Wuxin was finished, and this sword really cut him off the dust.

However, what is going on in front of all this? !

Hundreds of thousands of eyes were filled with shock, even a hint of panic.