Heavenly God Mnemonic

The entire jade platform is made of a whole piece of jade, with compelling aura and inestimable value, but on the platform, there is a piece of ordinary torn paper.

The reason for saying "broken" is because the paper is old and full of holes. If you look carefully, there are cracks cut in the middle.

Obviously it was torn once, and then pieced together.

What made Yang Qingxuan even more shocked was that this piece of paper was still a rubbing print.

"This……"

Yang Qingxuan looked around, there was nothing left except this piece of paper. He cried out: "Old man, you didn't blame me?"

"Humph."

Ding Yuan's muffled voice came from the sky, and then he didn't respond.

Only then did Yang Qingxuan carefully observe the rubbing paper. There are only ten characters on it. Although it is rubbing, it is vividly on the paper: a little breath, a thousand miles of wind!

I don't know who wrote it, but that awe-inspiring righteousness, strong through the paper, is coming.

"Sword Intent! Sword Intent again!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, hurriedly closed his eyes and jumped open.

Just a quick glance just now, it was as if he was taken aback, and the ten characters were disassembled, as if ten thousand swords flooded into his mind, even Taixuan Sword Tomb was touched, and he hurriedly closed his eyes in fright.

"It's terrible, who is it that can write such terrible words!"

Yang Qingxuan recalled the picture made by the blood of the demon monkey in the mine, the poem, and the four characters "Eternal Sky", which also carried the terrifying idea of ​​overwhelming the world, and the suppressed people could not breathe.

But the two fonts have completely different ideas. The ancient paintings are more of a kind of emotional expression, the vastness is independent of the sadness between the heaven and the earth, and the cross on the sword scripture is completely condensed by the sword intent, as if it is a kind of Sword Qi, however, came, and wanted to kill people with words!

Yang Qingxuan calmed his mind, and then cautiously stepped forward, re-reading the cross, every horizontal stroke, like a peerless sword intent, jumped out.

He stared for a while, suddenly his face was pale, and he spouted blood.

The blood spurted out on the jade platform and the rubbing paper, and at a distance of three inches, it was blocked by a force and evaporated without a trace.

Obviously there are restrictions on the jade platform to protect the rubbing paper.

"It's too deep and I didn't notice it for a while, it hurt the meridians!"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked and didn't dare to look anymore, sitting in front of the Yutai, running the Qingyang Wujing to recover from his injuries.

At the same time, the cross appeared in his mind, slowly digesting the sword intent he felt.

Ding Yuan's figure appeared above the void, and he said to himself indifferently: "It will last longer than I thought, but what's the use of this? The meridians are injured by the sword intent, and it won't be better if you don't have a few months of recuperation. Yes. And it proved that his understanding of the sword intent of this cross has reached the limit, even if it is read again, it is difficult to improve. The genius of Tian Cong Academy, but so, I expected him to counter Haitang’s ideas before, a little wishful thinking ."

Ding Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his evaluation of Yang Qingxuan plummeted.

A few days later, Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes, and suddenly reached out and grabbed, the Demon Slashing Sword was condensed in his hand, and he turned and slashed forward.

"All things are going on."

The stream of light on the sword surging like a wind cloud, drew an arc in the dark air, which lasted for a long time.

In the void, Ding Yuan shook his whole body, his eyes staring like copper bells, and he almost cried out.

Yang Qingxuan's sword sword style just now contained a hint of cross sword intent in the sword scripture.

"Impossible, I must be dazzled!"

Ding Yuan rubbed his eyes, and after seeing Yang Qingxuan's sword drawn out, he held the sword and stood there, motionless, like a statue.

"Yes, it must be dazzling. After all, I am constantly comprehending the sword intent, and all I think about is swords, so I have hallucinations."

Ding Yuan comforted himself.

But in an instant, he opened his mouth wide, big enough to stuff a watermelon, and saw Yang Qingxuan use the second form-Thunderstorm, and also made a sword mark in the air, with a hint of thunder and lightning.

It was not the thunder and lightning that made him dumbfounded, but the sword intent revealed on the sword marks, which was quite similar to the strokes of the cross.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qingxuan made another move, but with a slight change in the strokes, and then another move.

Repeatedly, there are only these two tricks, but every time a trick is used, there is a pause.

It took more than an hour before he closed his sword and stood up, standing in front of the jade platform with his eyes closed, his brows tightened, thinking about something.

Ding Yuan was completely sluggish in the void, like a wooden man, even his breathing stopped.

A bit of awe-inspiring air, a thousand miles of bliss!

He has been comprehending these ten characters for decades, and he is too familiar with them.

Yang Qingxuan's sword move just now imitated the handwriting and wrote these ten characters with a sword. The sword intent was awe-inspiring, and it was somewhat similar.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Ding Yuan recovered from the sluggishness, his face was shocked, even fearful, and he cried out in his heart: "How long did it take to read? And he was obviously injured by the meridian, how could it be possible to simulate the sword intent, and it was somewhat similar." Look! How long did it take me to achieve what he did just now? Five years? Or ten years?"

After a cry in his heart, he quickly calmed down, but his complexion was extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with deep fear and fear.

Yang Qingxuan didn't know Ding Yuan's peeping at all. After closing his eyes for a while, the knot between his eyebrows opened, and he opened his eyes with a clear look.

He turned around and carefully looked at the ruby ​​paper again.

Ding Yuan's heart also mentioned his throat, watching Yang Qingxuan's every move closely.

Time passed a little bit.

There was no sound in the entire space, only Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned on the sword scripture.

For some reason, although this cross sword intent was terrifying, it made Yang Qingxuan feel a touch. Even the thousands of sword souls in the sword mound were affected by this sword intent and became restless.

"I don't know who left this sword intent. Just rubbing the paper is so terrible. I really hope to see the real thing. But my current strength is too scum, I am afraid that when I see the real thing, I will be killed by that sword intent."

Yang Qingxuan was very worried and excited, "This world is far more simple than the original martial stage and ground level. Where is the peak? How high is this day?!"

He was excited for a while, then settled down again and stared at the ten characters carefully.

Suddenly, the Martial Soul Seal on the center of his eyebrows shined brightly, and suddenly a golden light burst from the sky above the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb, and then the second and third...

Soon, the ten-word sword intent completely rushed into the sword mound, and appeared in the void, as if there was a white figure dancing in the sky!

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, and the sword intent on the rubbing paper in front of him was fused with his martial soul!

This feeling is very strange, but it is indeed a feeling of integration.