Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"

In the Taixuan Sword Tomb, countless sword souls were affected by the sword intent, bursting out of the grave, spreading out in the virtual sky, sending out the lingering sword light, and dancing with the sword intent.

Yang Qingxuan "looked" at the visions in the sword mound that he knew the sea in amazement. He seemed to realize that a sword can evolve thousands of ways, giving birth to countless sword intents, sword shapes, and sword qi.

But throughout the ages, in the endless universe, every kind of sword intent has finally been practiced, and those peerless powerhouses are all annihilated in the traces of the years, and the divine sword is immortal, and is finally buried here.

The sword intent contained in those ten big characters, a long time ago, in the universe, there must be strong people who have been trained. At this moment, inspired by the sword intent, those divine swords that retain the intent of the sword will burst out of the grave and spread. Out of peerless sword intent.

Among the countless divine swords dancing in the sky, there is a sword that is colorful and suspended in the void.

The handle is wrapped in gold foil, and the body is carved with fierce beasts and evil spirits.

The body of the sword is blue, and the cold light is like flowing water, and it is illuminated by the colorful light floating on it.

Yang Qingxuan felt something in his heart, grabbed it casually, and shouted, "Come on!"

The countless sword shadows all over the sky disappeared immediately, and the sword fell into the hand. It was very heavy. There were three small seal gold characters on the sword: Fighting ghosts!

The sword meaning contained in the three characters is exactly the same as those ten characters!

Yang Qingxuan trembled all over, and the sword intent on the three characters "fighting ghosts and gods" almost came out, killing him!

Frightened, his wrist flicked, and the divine sword immediately dissipated from his hand, and the feeling of death disappeared.

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

After thinking about it for a while, I slowly calmed down and continued to comprehend the ten characters.

These ten characters are just rubbings of the original paper, and the three characters "fighting ghosts and gods" are authentic swords. The sword intent contained in the two is completely different.

Above the huge barren rock, Ding Yuan was even more startled, and said in secret, "What's wrong with his spirit? The sword that appeared just now doesn't seem to be the same as the previous one. Could it be possible to change its form?"

"It's not right, it's not just a change in form, even the feeling on the sword is completely different."

Ding Yuan secretly said: "The Purple Martial Spirit is really not as simple as it seems on the surface. But I am not very interested in his Martial Spirit. I just want to know how much he can understand this sword scripture. degree."

After adjusting his state, Yang Qingxuan continued to observe the ten characters, immersed in the strokes. The sword intent of the ten characters still shook the sword soul in the Supreme Profound Sword Tomb.

But after adapting to the impact of the sword intent, the sword intent could no longer hurt him.

This time, he stared at Takuma for three days and three nights without blinking.

Ding Yuan went from shock, anxiety, panic, to numbness in the end, and even wanted to come down several times to see if Yang Qingxuan had been killed by Jianyi, so he didn't move.

But every time the divine sense was swept down, he could sense a subtle aura change, and he didn't look like a dead person, so he endured his impulse.

Finally, three days later, Yang Qingxuan moved.

With a volley, a sword appeared in his hand, exuding a sharp sword aura.

Ding Yuan's pupils shrank and he drew a cold breath. The sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand was the third sword he had ever seen. It was not a monster, nor a ghost, but a sword named Shengxie.

The sword intent on the Demon Slashing Sword was completely different from these ten characters. Fighting Ghosts and Gods was the most suitable sword, but it was too terrifying. Just the three-character sword intent was not something Yang Qingxuan could bear.

This sword of victory over evil was one of the thousands of divine swords that was touched when the sword intent was volley.

The sword is long and sharp, and the handle is carved with bronze. When it trembles, there is a screaming and stern sound, disturbing the mind.

"It's a storm!"

Yang Qingxuan raised his sword and swept across the air.

Ding Yuan trembled and his eyes widened in amazement. Under this sword stroke, a bit of sword intent was revealed, far better than before!

"Impossible, impossible!"

Ding Yuan said in amazement: "I spent at least ten years immersing in this level of sword intent. How can he master it in ten days!"

This huge gap in talent made it difficult for Ding Yuan to accept.

But then, every piercing of Yang Qingxuan's sword shocked him. Gradually, he finally became numb and had to accept the reality before him.

This peerless genius spent ten days to comprehend the sword intent level he had only realized in ten years.

Yang Qingxuan's sword dance this time was slower than before. After each sword fell, it stagnated for half an hour. After this set of swordsmanship danced, it took only a few days.

After the dance, he condensed his mind and continued to observe Takuma.

Ding Yuan finally settled down and accepted Yang Qingxuan’s talent against the sky. He calmly observed him, and said in secret, “In the five-nation competition in a year’s time, this son will definitely meet Shanghai Tang, two peerless geniuses colliding together. I am really looking forward to it. What makes me even more looking forward to is, how far can he comprehend this sword classic in the end?"

Ding Yuan's eyes flashed with brilliance, like two sharp sword auras, one bright and one extinguished.

He has been immersed in this sword scripture for many years, and he has achieved the title of the first swordsman in the North Five Kingdoms. Seeing such a genius in the sword, he can't help but feel happy, and even feel a little eager.

Yang Qingxuan sat for half a month this time.

Ding Yuan also waited patiently. He watched the sword sutra himself, and the longest time he sat for three years, half a month was a very short time.

"The sword comes."

Yang Qingxuan gave a soft drink, and the Victory Sword grasped it in his hand and began to dance in the air, "A storm is rising."

Ding Yuan's eyelids twitched, and he was shocked: "I have improved a bit!"

He often observes the sword scriptures, but not every time he observes, he can gain something, most often when he has nothing, but every time Yang Qingxuan displays it, he is improving.

This time it took three days to dance ten words.

Yang Qingxuan put away the sword, suddenly sighed, sat back in front of the rubbing paper, and continued to observe.

Ding Yuan's eyes widened and Lao Yuan said in his heart: "That's weird, why is he sighing?"

I was very curious in my heart, but inconvenient to ask, but thought to myself: "It is generally necessary to have a clear understanding before going to observe the sword scriptures, so that you can gain. Is it possible that he has clear understanding every time he dances the sword?"

This thought immediately shocked him, shaking his head repeatedly, and secretly saying: "Impossible, impossible."

This time, the observation took the longest time. It was not until one month later that I got up and started to dance the sword.

"Hey!"

Ding Yuan stood up from the void suddenly, his face was shocked, his eyes were about to fall down, and the sword intent that Yang Qingxuan displayed at this moment was nothing more than that!