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In the surrounding sand, some weak wild beasts were all sensed and fled in fright.

Hua Xie Yu was speechless in shock, and stammered: "This, this ......"

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said, "Exactly, seventy-two changes." It stands to reason that you have to refine your essence and blood before you can perform changes. But the Sand Lurker is composed entirely of grains of sand, and there is no blood in its body. When I had just suppressed that desolate qi, I suddenly thought that refining that desolate stone might also be able to change, and if I tried it, it would really work. ”

"Gollum. ”

Hua Jieyu swallowed her saliva, her brain was already a little confused, and she didn't know what to say.

No wonder Xuantian Ji and Yu Wuji are desperately trying to grab this Heavenly Divine Technique, it turns out to be so terrifying.

"Haha. ”

Yang Qingxuan was obviously in a very good mood, and with a hearty laugh, the bento flew into the air.

The body made of quicksand continued to elongate in the air, turning into a human-headed snake body and flying forward.

After half a ring, Yang Qingxuan arrived at the place where he fought with the eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion, turned back into his own body, and flew down.

Crimson Scorpion and Sand Lurker, powerful beasts, generally have their own territory, and rarely leave their territory.

So after recuperating from his injury, Yang Qingxuan flew back to find a field.

In fact, the injury is small, and he will not bother with a poisonous scorpion. The key is that the poisonous scorpion is covered with spirit stones, and in his eyes, it is not a poisonous scorpion at all, but a spirit stone worth 100,000 yuan.

The traces of the previous battles have long been buried by the yellow sand.

Yang Qingxuan walked on the yellow sand on foot, wandering around carefully.

He was sure that the eight-eyed crimson scorpion was still in his territory, but it was difficult to say whether it would come out or not. After all, if you break your arm, you will have a deep fear of him.

Suddenly, two figures flew in the distance, passing through the sky.

The two of them were both men, and they also saw Yang Qingxuan, and they were quite surprised.

The two exchanged glances and then stopped, and one of them said in a loud voice, "Friend, what are you doing here?"

Yang Qingxuan ignored the two of them, and continued to walk carefully in the sand, feeling the faint desolate air wafting in the air.

The shouter's face changed suddenly, and he asked, "Are you deaf?!"

Yang Qingxuan raised his head at this time, and glanced at the two of them lightly, one in the late stage of the original martial arts, and the other in the middle stage of the original martial arts, and continued to follow his own path.

"Bold!"

The martial artist in the late stage of the original martial arts was furious, and said coldly: "If you don't know how to lift, then don't blame us for being ruthless!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch down.

The strength of the fist turned into a meteor, and it came in an instant.

Yang Qingxuan's robe was pressed to the sound of hunting, and on the ground around him, a fist shadow of about ten zhang appeared, more than a foot deep.

In addition, the martial artist in the middle stage of the original martial arts also shot at the same time, throwing out two flying knives with a flick, flying from both sides of the fist wind.

The yellow sand was drawn into two opposite parabolas by the trajectory of the flying knife, extending towards the place where Yang Qingxuan was standing.

When the two saw that he was alone and had a broken arm, they had already had the intention of killing people and selling goods.

Yang Qingxuan ignored them, it was just an excuse to make a move. Even if you take care of it, you will also find other excuses.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed it with his left hand, and a powerful sword intent flowed out of his palm, and a storm of swords immediately surged around his body.

Fighting ghosts and gods slashed out with a sword, a little heroic spirit, thousands of miles of fast wind.

"Boom!"

The powerful sword intent struck at the meteor of the fist, slashing it in half, and the sword unabated counterattack rushed into the sky like a rainbow light.

"Bang!

The two throwing knives also struck the sword, and with a shake, they flew out and slashed into the yellow sand without a trace.

"Not good!"

The face of the martial artist in the late stage of the original martial arts changed greatly, and he exclaimed, "Hurry up!"

He never dreamed that Yang Qingxuan would break the moves of the two of them with a single sword, and he still had the strength to fight back.

He threw another punch, shattering the fast sword wind, and his figure flashed, and he was about to flee.

But he suddenly found that the sky suddenly darkened, and a powerful and incomparable sword intent broke through the air, enveloping both of them inside.

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

The sword qi shattered the daylight, plunging the boundless land into darkness.

"Impossible!"

The two of them roared wildly, their eyes glaring like copper bells, and they punched desperately, hitting the sword intent around them, trying to break this sword momentum.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the darkness, hundreds of fist shadows appeared, but the scope became smaller and smaller.

"Boom!"

The sword that shattered the light and dragged the heavens and the earth into darkness was finally suppressed, and all the fist light was shattered, and blood burst out from the two of them.

"Boom!"

The yellow sand rolled up all over the sky, and the whole sky was gray and unsightly.

"Huh?"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised, and in the gray sky, the two figures turned into a black dot and disappeared from sight.

"It's strange that they let them escape. The martial soul of that former mid-martial artist was a little weird, and it seemed to be able to save his life. ”

Yang Qingxuan secretly said that it was a pity that he let the two pieces of meat that came to his mouth fly.

He put away his sword and continued on foot across the desert.

The two styles he created on Shenyin Mountain that day also grew stronger with the improvement of his cultivation.

Those two styles are invisible, and some are just a kind of sword intent, a kind of perception of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Yang Qingxuan had just taken a few steps when suddenly a scream was heard in the distance, crossing the sky.

His face changed slightly, and then he showed joy, turned into a streamer, and flew in the direction of the scream, which was also the direction in which the two men fled.

After flying out of thousands of zhang, he saw a large pit of more than 20 zhang, which was obviously burst by true qi.

There is still a little blood stain in the pit, which is being buried by quicksand.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, and he shot out a little essence. Those two must have been killed, and in this realm, the only one who could kill those two people in an instant was the eight-eyed crimson scorpion.

He licked his dry lips and said heavily, "Come out, I know you're lurking underneath." ”

After a few shouts, the desert was silent, and the quicksand was slowly filling in the big pit, and besides, there was no sound.

Yang Qingxuan pointed a little, and seven-colored strings immediately appeared in front of him, turning into a nine-sky ring, suspended in the air.

He plucked the red string with two fingers, and a trilling sound came out, shaking the space like flowing water, Yang Qingxuan's robe and hair were hardened by the sting, and the hair stood up as if it had exploded.

The sand grains on the ground were even more fried, emitting high-frequency vibrations.

Yang Qingxuan pulled up the yellow string again, and there was another "Zheng" sound, and a sting came out again, shaking in all directions.

The so-called stinging is that the spring thunder shook the earth, and the stinging insects fled in shock.

Finally, after the second string was struck, the yellow sand finally reacted, and at one point, sand continued to emerge, flowing in all directions, arching a sandbag. (To be continued.) )