The entire jade platform is made of a whole piece of jade, the aura is compelling, and the value is incalculable, but on the table, there is an ordinary broken paper. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason why I say "broken" is because the paper is old, full of holes, and if you look closely, there are cracks in the middle.

Apparently it was torn apart and then pieced back together.

What surprised Yang Qingxuan even more was that this piece of paper was still a rubbing.

"This ......"

Yang Qingxuan looked around, there was nothing but this piece of paper, and he shouted loudly: "Old man, you didn't fool me?"

"Hmph. ”

In the sky, Ding Yuan's muffled voice came, and there was no response after that.

Yang Qingxuan carefully observed the rubbing, there were only ten big characters on it, although it was rubbing, but it jumped on the paper: a little Haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind!

I don't know who wrote it, but it was righteous and strong, and it came straight to me.

"Sword intent! It's sword intent again!"

Yang Qingxuan was startled, and hurriedly closed his eyes and jumped away.

Just now, just a glance, as if he was taken by the heart, ten big characters were disassembled, like ten thousand swords pouring into his mind, even the Taixuan Sword Shrine was touched, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly closed his eyes.

"It's terrible, what kind of person can write such terrible words!"

Yang Qingxuan recalled the picture in the mine cave where the blood of the demon monkey was transformed, the poem, and the words "eternal sky", which also carried the terrible idea of overwhelming the mountains and seas, and the people who suppressed it were breathless.

But the two fonts are completely different ideas, the ancient paintings are more of an emotional outpouring, the vast independent of the pathos between heaven and earth, and the cross on the sword scripture is completely condensed by the sword intent, as if a sword qi, coming from the mighty to kill people with words!

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

He stared at it for a while, then suddenly his face turned pale and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

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

Obviously, there is a ban on the jade platform to protect the rubbing.

"I fell too deep, and I didn't notice it for a while, and I actually hurt my meridians!"

Yang Qingxuan was so shocked that he didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he sat in front of the jade platform on the spot, running the Qingyang Martial Arts Scripture to recuperate from his injuries.

At the same time, the cross came to mind, and he slowly digested the sword intent he felt.

Ding Yuan's figure appeared above the void, and he said to himself indifferently: "It's longer than I imagined, but what's the use of this? And it proves that his comprehension of the sword intent of this cross has reached the limit, and even if he reads it again, it is difficult to improve. The genius of Tiancong Academy, but so, I expected him to be able to balance Begonia's idea, which was a bit wishful thinking. ”

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

A few days later, Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes, suddenly reached out and grabbed it, the demon sword condensed in his hand, turned around and slashed forward.

"It's a storm. ”

The streamer on the sword was like a storm and clouds, drawing an arc in the dark air, which lasted for a long time.

Inside the void, Ding Yuan was shocked, his eyes were like copper bells, and he almost screamed out loud.

Yang Qingxuan's sword style just now actually contained a trace of the cross sword intent on the Sword Sutra.

"No way, I must be dazzled!"

Ding Yuan rubbed his eyes, and when he saw Yang Qingxuan's sword drawn, he held the sword and froze there, motionless, like a statue.

"yes, it must be dazzling. After all, I was constantly contemplating the sword intent, and all I thought about was the sword, so I had an illusion. ”

Ding Yuan comforted himself.

But in an instant, he opened his mouth wide, big enough to stuff a watermelon, only to see Yang Qingxuan use the second form-Heavenly Thunder Shock, which also drew a sword mark in the air, with a trace of thunder and lightning.

What made him stunned was not the thunder and lightning, 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 the strokes changed slightly, and then, it was another trick.

Over and over again, there are only these two moves, coming and going, but each time you make a move, you have to pause for a moment.

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

Ding Yuan was already completely stunned in the void, like a wooden man, and even his breathing was stagnant.

A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind!

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

Yang Qingxuan's sword move just now was to imitate the handwriting, and he wrote these ten words with a sword, and the sword intent was awe-inspiring, and it was a little similar.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Ding Yuan was a spirit, he came back from his sluggishness, his face was full of shock, even fear, and he shouted in his heart: "How long has it been since I read it? And it is obvious that the meridians have been injured, how can it be possible to simulate the sword intent, and there is still a bit of similarity! How long did it take me to achieve the level he just did? Five years? Or ten years?"

After a shout in his heart, he quickly calmed down, but his face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of deep jealousy and fear.

Yang Qingxuan was completely ignorant of Ding Yuan's peeping, and after closing his eyes and pondering for a while, the knot between his eyebrows opened, and when he opened his eyes, he was clear.

He turned, cautiously looking at the rubbing again.

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

Little by little, time passed.

The entire space was silent, only Yang Qingxuan's gaze turned on the sword scripture.

I don't know why, although this cross sword intent was terrifying, it made Yang Qingxuan feel a sense of touch, and 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 terrifying, I really hope to see the real thing. But my current strength is too scummy, I'm afraid that as soon as I see the real thing, I will be killed by that sword intent. ”

Yang Qingxuan's heart was extremely apprehensive and excited, "This world is far more than the original martial realm and the ground level, where is the peak? How high is this day?!"

He was excited for a while, then calmed down again, staring carefully at the ten big characters.

Suddenly, the martial soul seal at the center of his eyebrows shone brightly, and in the sky above the Taixuan Sword Tomb, suddenly a golden light broke through the sky, and then the second and third ......

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

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

It's a strange feeling, but it's true, it's a feeling of integration. (To be continued.) )