"Zheng!Zheng!"

In the Taixuan Sword Tomb, countless sword souls were affected by that sword intent, broke out of the grave, and spread out in the void sky, emitting a sharp sword light, and dancing with that sword intent. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Qingxuan was shocked to "look" at the vision in the sword mound in his knowledge of the sea, he seemed to have some enlightenment, the way of the sword can be derived from thousands of things, and countless sword intents, sword shapes, and sword qi were born.

But throughout the ages, in the infinite universe, every sword intent has been practiced, and those peerless powerhouses have all been annihilated in the traces of time, and the divine sword cannot be immortal, and is finally buried here.

The sword intent contained in those ten big characters, a long time ago, in the universe, there must have been strong people who practiced it, and at this moment, inspired by the sword intent, those divine swords that retained the sword intent broke out of the grave, exuding peerless sword intent.

Inside the countless divine swords that danced in the air, there was a sword that was colorful and hung in the void.

The end of the handle is wrapped in gold leaf, and the body is carved with fierce beasts and evil ghosts.

The body of the sword is blue in color, and the cold light is like flowing water, and the colorful light floating on it illuminates the clouds.

Yang Qingxuan felt something in his heart, grabbed it casually, and shouted: "The sword is coming!"

The countless sword shadows in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the sword fell into his hand, which was very heavy, and there were three small golden characters on the sword: Fighting ghosts and gods!

The sword intent contained in the three characters is really the same as those ten big characters!

Yang Qingxuan trembled, and the sword intent on the three words "Fighting Ghosts and Gods" almost condensed out and killed him!

Frightened, with a flick of his wrist, the divine sword immediately dispersed from his hand, and the feeling of death dissipated invisibly.

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

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

These ten big characters are just rubbings of the real handwriting, and the three words "fighting ghosts and gods" are the real handwriting on the sword, and the strength of the sword intent contained in the two is completely different.

Above the huge barren rock, Ding Yuan was even more shocked, and secretly said in his heart: "What's the matter with his martial soul, the sword that appeared just now doesn't seem to be the same as the previous one, can it be that it can change form?"

"No, it's not just the change in form, it's even the feeling on the sword is completely different. ”

Ding Yuan secretly mused: "Purple Martial Soul, it is really not as simple as it seems on the surface. But I'm not very interested in his martial spirit, I just want to know how far he can comprehend this sword scripture. ”

After Yang Qingxuan adjusted his state, he continued to observe the ten big characters, immersed himself in the strokes, and the sword intent of the ten big characters still shocked the sword soul in the Taixuan Sword Tomb.

It's just that after adapting to the impact of the sword intent, this sword intent can't hurt him anymore.

This time, he stared at the rubbing paper for three days and three nights, and his eyes did not blink.

Ding Yuan went from being shocked before, to being anxious, to being frightened, and finally completely numb, and even wanted to come down several times to see if Yang Qingxuan had been killed by the sword intent, so he didn't move.

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

Finally, three days later, Yang Qingxuan moved.

With a grasp of the volley, a sword appeared in his hand, exuding a fierce sword aura.

Ding Yuan's pupils shrank, and he took a sharp breath of cold air, the sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand was the third sword he had ever seen, not a demon slasher, not a ghost fight, but a sword called Victory Evil.

The sword intent on the demon slaying sword is completely different from these ten big characters, fighting ghosts and gods is the most suitable sword, but it is too terrifying, just those three words of sword intent, it is not something that Yang Qingxuan can bear.

This sword of victory over evil is one of the thousands of divine swords that were touched when the sword intent was in the air.

The sword body is narrow and sharp, and the handle is decorated with bronze carvings, and when it trembles, there is a mournful sound that disturbs people's minds.

"A storm is rising!"

Yang Qingxuan raised his sword and slashed into the air.

Ding Yuan trembled all over, his eyes widened in horror, under this sword stroke, there was a bit of sword intent revealed, far better than before!

"Impossible, impossible!"

Ding Yuan was shocked and said: "This level of sword intent, I have spent at least more than ten years immersion, how can he master it in ten days!"

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

But then, every time Yang Qingxuan stabbed out, he was shocked, and gradually, he finally became numb and had to accept the reality in front of him.

This peerless genius spent ten days comprehending the level of sword intent that he had only realized in ten years.

Yang Qingxuan's sword dance this time was slower than before, and after each sword fell, it stopped for half an hour, and a few days passed when this set of sword techniques came out.

After the dance, he gathered his mind and continued to observe the rubbing.

Ding Yuan finally calmed down, accepted Yang Qingxuan's anti-heaven talent, calmly observed him, and said secretly: "A year later, in the Great Competition of the Five Kingdoms, this son will definitely meet Begonia, and the two peerless geniuses collide together, I really have some expectations." And what makes me even more excited is, to what extent can he finally comprehend this Sword Sutra?"

Ding Yuan's eyes flashed with essence, just like two fierce sword qi, one clear and one extinguished.

He has been immersed in this sword scripture for many years, and has achieved the name of the first swordsman in the Northern Five Kingdoms, and when he sees such a genius in the way of the sword, he naturally can't help but be happy, and even a little ready to move.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan sat down this time, he sat for half a month.

Ding Yuan also waited patiently, he observed this sword scripture by himself, and the longest time he sat for three years, half a month, which is a very short time.

"The sword comes. ”

Yang Qingxuan snorted lightly, grabbed the Victory Evil Sword in his hand, and began to dance in the air, "A storm and clouds rise." ”

Ding Yuan's eyelids jumped, and he was shocked in his heart: "It's a few points higher!"

He often observes the Sword Sutra, but not every time he observes, he can gain something, and most of the time he gets nothing, but every time Yang Qingxuan shows it, he is improving.

This time, it took three days to dance ten words.

Yang Qingxuan put away his sword, suddenly let out a long sigh, sat back in front of the rubbing paper, and continued to observe.

Ding Yuan's eyes glared at Lao Yuan, and he said in his heart: "It's so strange, what is he sighing for?"

I was very curious in my heart, but it was inconvenient to ask, but I thought to myself: "Generally, you have to have a clear mind before you go to observe the Sword Sutra, so that you can gain something." Could it be that every time he dances the sword, he can have enlightenment?"

This thought immediately startled him, shook his head again and again, and said secretly: "Impossible, impossible." ”

This time the observation took the longest time, and it was not until a month later that he got up and began to dance the sword.

"Wow!"

Ding Yuan suddenly stood up from the void, his face was full of shock, his eyes were about to fall, Yang Qingxuan's sword intent at this moment was not much more than him!

(To be continued.) )