Yang Qingxuan was stunned in place, touched his face, and said to himself: "Yang Qingxuan, Yang Qingxuan, in the end, you can't hide, or don't you want to hide at all?"

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Yang Qingxuan's cheeks flushed, and he hurriedly suppressed the evil fire, and then entered the secret room to retreat.

After Jingjing's trouble, it took Yang Qingxuan a lot of time to calm down.

began to recall the battle with Ding Yuan, and every move and style was reproduced in his mind, so that he disassembled, thought, and integrated every move and style.

Five days later, the tens of thousands of moves that the two fought had gone through in their minds.

Immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the colorful light in his palm appeared, and a blue-blue sword fell into his hand, and the words "Fighting Ghosts and Gods" seemed to be condensed.

Yang Qingxuan pinched the sword trick in his hand, tapped his index finger on the void, and wrote: A little haoran qi, a thousand miles of fast wind!

Ten golden characters condensed in the void, and the light on them soared, and a sword intent soared, like a white mist, like a transparent air curtain, and suddenly pushed in all directions.

And where the sword intent passes, it is like a thousand swords, competing with the sword intent emanating from the three words "fighting ghosts and gods".

The two white gases were fighting in mid-air, intertwined like a match, and Yang Qingxuan seemed to have the sound of weapons ringing in his ears, like thousands of troops and horses, not giving in to each other.

After a moment, the cross sword intent in front of him gradually fell, Yang Qingxuan pointed and wrote again.

This time, the ten words have changed slightly from before, the rigid place, the majestic mountain, the soft place, the soup is like flowing water, the rigidity and softness are combined, a little less killing, a little more calm.

The three words "fighting ghosts and gods" were suddenly suppressed by the cross sword intent, and they began to kill each other, becoming much gentler.

After another moment, Yang Qingxuan once again stared at the writing, and the ten big characters were written in one go, fast and windy, and completely fused with the sword intent of the fighting ghosts and gods, like rivers converging and merging into the sea.

Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed in his heart, the fused sword intent was several times stronger than before, like an ocean of unbridled wildness, hovering and agitating between his body and the sword.

He reached out and grabbed the great sword, jumped to his feet, and cast the three forms of wind and thunder, and stroked in the secret room.

Every move is drawn, leaving a blue-blue sword track in the air, there are colorful lights gathered around the sword track, after dozens of swords, ten big characters are finally written, a heroic righteousness, fast as the wind, rushing to the face.

Yang Qingxuan was full of joy, looking at the ten big characters, the more he looked at them, the more pleasing he became, and he was indescribably satisfied. If he fights Ding Yuan again at this moment, he is confident that he will not be defeated again.

As soon as his mind moved, Yang Qingxuan immediately went out of the bedroom, and when he saw the sky, the moon and stars were scarce, and the black magpie was flying south, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly ran to Shenyin Mountain.

After a while, he ran to the top of a mountain, looked up at the stars, overlooked the earth, and sat cross-legged on the top of these mountains, under the ten thousand stars, and began to cultivate.

The lonely figure quickly melted into the boundless night.

Time passes little by little, everything is silent, only the stars, on the established life track, never stop running.

Gradually, the stars receded, the moon dimmed, and the sky became deeper.

Suddenly, on the top of the mountain, two bright star-like eyes shot into the sky.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

The endless black night instantly turned into his back, and the blue-blue sword blade together drew a colorful neon in the air, piercing into the boundless starry night.

"The long river is gradually falling, and the stars are sinking!"

Under the sword, the stars lost their color, and they disappeared in the sky, the bright moon lost its brilliance, and escaped into the clouds, and the whole heaven and earth fell into boundless darkness, hazy, and the world was depressed to the extreme!

"Day and night, a sword star falls and the moon falls, not enough, not enough, not enough, there should be another sword!"

Yang Qingxuan shouted in his heart, at the moment when the world changed, he sensed the rules and realized this style of "the long river gradually falls and the stars sink", and cut the stars and the moon back.

But day and night meet, and when the moon sets, a touch of morning light breaks through the clouds and opens the sky, turning into a beam of light that shines on the earth.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils dilated slightly with the morning light, and he was blessed with a heart, and he instantly had a realization.

The blue sword stabbed out, instantly turning into colorful neon, across the night sky.

The morning light seemed to be shattered by the sword light, turning into a sky full of golden light, spreading all over the earth.

Then the clouds broke through the sky, the glow of the road shone down, the night dispersed like a cloud of smoke, and dawn descended on the earth.

"A good move to retreat the stars and moon, and another good move to break through the sky. You can actually perceive the changes in heaven and earth, and create two original sword styles, which is amazing. ”

A nice compliment came.

You don't have to turn around to know who it is, and the only person in the world who can have such a beautiful voice is that peerless beauty.

Yang Qingxuan withdrew his sword and said with a smile: "You're here, I'm just lucky, and suddenly I realized it." ”

Wu Qiyue wore a light blue dress, like an elf in this mountain, so beautiful that it was unreal, she smiled: "Luck is just chance, everyone has a chance, but not everyone can catch it, these two tricks have a name?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "The first move is called 'The Long River Gradually Falls, the Dawn and the Stars Sink', which is an extremely depressing sword that is comprehended when the stars and the moon gradually recede and the earth falls into endless darkness. And the second form is that the clouds break through the sky, smash the darkness, bring infinite light, and realize the sword of hope, so call it 'a little spirit rhino shines on the earth'. ”

"A little bit of the spirit of the world!"

Wu Qiyue's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed: "A good name not only contains the meaning of your blessed soul, but also contains the meaning of this sword shining on the earth, which is exactly in line with the sword intent of this sword." ”

At this moment, the morning light fell on the top of the mountain, and both of them bathed in the morning light, looking at each other.

Gentlemen and ladies, picturesque.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

Wu Qiyue said: "After you returned to the academy, I have been looking for you, but you are practicing swords and retreating. ”

Yang Qingxuan was curious: "How do you know that I am here?"

Wu Qiyue smiled faintly, her eyes flashed with green light, and said: "I have a gifted supernatural power-blue eyes, I can take care of the world, and it is still easy to find you." ”

Yang Qingxuan was full of curiosity, thinking of the spiritual power brought by the drop of demon blood, it seems that there are thousands of ways in the world, not to mention it.

Wu Qiyue said solemnly: "I came to you this time for the matter of the Qingyang Martial Scripture, which is related to a great treasure. ”

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and said: "It's a secret thing, go back to my bedroom and talk about it, so as not to have ears on the wall." ”

In Shenyin Mountain, countless martial artists practice, and the martial soul talent is different and cannot be prevented.

At that moment, the two went down the mountain together and went back to Yang Qingxuan's bedroom.

As soon as I swiped the card in, a faint fragrance hit me, and the room was dressed up again.

Wen Wen and Jingjing, the two sister flowers, were sitting upright drinking tea, and when they saw Yang Qingxuan coming back, they were very happy and greeted them.

(To be continued.) )