Chapter 1415: The Mystery of the Taixuan Sword Shrine

"What?what is this?!"

Above the sea of clouds, everyone was horrified.

Looking at the sword tombs in all directions, there are peerless divine swords inserted upside down, like the tombstones of countless world-famous powerhouses, spreading out awe-inspiring sword intent.

The entire Nine Heavens and the Sea of Heaven were torn apart in an instant.

The tremendous coercion shrouded everyone's hearts like a haze, and they felt the impact of sword intent.

"Taixuan Sword Shrine, this is the real Taixuan Sword Shrine! God, how can this be?!"

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

"Yang Wuxin's so-called 'Taixuan Sword Tomb' just now is completely different from this!"

"Who are they, the sons of the Emperor?"

Above the sea of clouds, hundreds of thousands of people all exploded, and they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The people of the Star Palace even changed their faces drastically, and the shock in their hearts was no less than anyone else's.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were like stars, staring at Yang Wuxin, shooting out a cold light, and sneering: "Thank you for giving me the Taixuan Sword Intent." This was what belonged to me in the first place, and it was finally returned to me. ”

Yang Wuxin was so shocked by this sudden change that he took a few steps back, and said in horror: "This is ......! No! impossible! impossible!"

Yang Wuxin roared as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes burst out, as if his spirit had been greatly stimulated, and he roared: "I am the Taixuan Sword Tomb! My martial soul is the Taixuan Sword Tomb! You are 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 Shrine came out, Yang Wuxin's martial soul "Eight Gate Sword Array" was instantly suppressed.

The seven divine swords suspended around them lost their brilliance at the same time, and they fell into the ring with a "bang" and inserted into it.

As if feeling the arrival of the sword mound, the oppression of ten thousand swords, even the holy and semi-holy weapons, also emitted a slight hiss.

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

The countless powerhouses in the void had been stunned by the appearance of the Taixuan Sword Shrine, and they were shocked again at this moment, and they shouted one by one: "Swallow the army into the body!"

The cyan holy weapon sword, shrouded in powerful soul light, was suppressed and trembled, spreading out circles of ripples, but it did not have the slightest murderous aura, as if it was making a weak resistance.

As Yang Qingxuan pushed it into his body little by little, he was finally completely absorbed by his body and turned into nutrients.

But after all, this sword is a holy weapon, although Yang Qingxuan swallowed it with the power of the sword mound, but he couldn't digest it at all in a short time, and a bronze luster appeared on his entire skin, just like that divine sword.

Everyone was in the sword shrine, their minds were all petrified, and they completely lost the ability to think about what they saw in front of them.

"Fake! Fake! This is a fake Taixuan Sword Shrine, and my martial soul is the Taixuan Sword Shrine!"

Yang Wuxin was crazy, his eyes were red, the vast sea of swords, the Taixuan sword intent, accompanied by the soul light from Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows, spread out in circles, impacting his body and impacting his heart.

At this moment, Yang Wuxin only felt that he had fallen from the clouds and fallen into a bottomless abyss.

All the things that you are proud of are gone in an instant, and even these things turn out to be the other party's!

The other party is the dragon and phoenix among the people, the pride of the sky, and he is just a poor reptile, dressed in the coat of a dragon, who is being peeled off by people at this moment, exposed in front of the world.

All pride and dignity collapsed in an instant.

"No! no, my martial soul is the Taixuan Sword Tomb, I am the son of the Human Emperor, the supreme first!"

Yang Wuxin's hair was spread out and draped behind him, only to feel that people all over the world were staring at him and mocking him.

Yang Wuxin suddenly pulled out a holy weapon sword beside him, rushed over, and shouted, "I'm going to kill you! You took everything from me! I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Qingxuan was dressed in blood, standing awe-inspiringly.

With a quick grasp of it, a sword grave shattered in an instant, and a little cold light rose into the sky, flew into his hand, and turned into a long sword.

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

Yang Qingxuan looked at Yang Wuxin who was rushing towards him, his heart was extremely calm, staring at the sword in his hand, and said slowly: "I finally understand the mystery of the Taixuan Sword Shrine, not only is there thousands of sword souls incorporated here, but also under the evolution of the sword intent, it can be repaired by itself!"

"Zheng!"

The long sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand suddenly diffused a cold light, and it surged out in circles.

In the surrounding sword tombs, the sword soul was infected, and the sword qi rushed into the sky.

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

A large number of shocking sounds sounded around the ring, and countless swords suddenly flew out, not controlled by the warriors, and all the "Zheng Zheng Zheng" were inserted in the ring, and ten thousand swords surrendered.

In fact, what is the surrender of the sword?

Under the ring, hundreds of thousands of martial spirits were all suppressed on the land of this sword mound!

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

Wu Xian and Wu Shan both had heavy faces, and for the first time they felt the power of the Supreme Martial Soul.

Only Lu Yifan and Zi Kite, the soul light flashed at the center of their eyebrows, resisting the power of the sword mound.

Lan Ning's eyes flickered, shooting out a stream of essence.

Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes all looked at the sword master who was surrounded by hundreds of millions of sword qi in the ring.

"Huh?"

Just after the long sword in his hand repaired itself, Yang Qingxuan was surprised, he had seen this sword in his hand before.

The sword is three feet long, two fingers wide, the whole body is transparent and cold, and the word "slashing demon" is engraved at the tail end, such as a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing. And on the sword body, there is a line of flowing cloud small words: A thousand years of wind and clouds are full of laughter!

"It turned out that he had killed Zuo Jun's sword back then. ”

"What a thousand years of wind and clouds have paid off, what kind of peerless demeanor is the owner of this sword?"

Yang Qingxuan sighed, then raised his sword, and the cold sword light shone in all directions, "I will use this sword to cut you into the dust." ”

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

"Whew!"

The sword light flashed in the air, there was nothing fancy, just a white practice across the air.

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

"Bang!"

Bai Lian slashed in front of Yang Wuxin's body, shook the sword in his hand away, and the sword qi slashed at him unabated.

Yang Wuxin spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

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

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

Hundreds of thousands of eyes were full of shock, even a hint of horror.

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