The pillow didn't respond, and suddenly rushed up without saying a word, turning into a streamer and hitting Yang Qingxuan. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Qingxuan was looking at the exquisite pattern on it intently, caught off guard, and only reacted when the pillow arrived in front of him, and hurriedly put his hands in front of him to defend.

"Bang!"

The pillow was hard, and Yang Qingxuan's five fingers hurt when he hit him, and the whole person flew out upside down against the ground.

"It's so strong!"

Yang Qingxuan was horrified in his heart, he was a physical body in the late stage of the, and he was hit by the pillow, his hands were numb, and he almost lost consciousness.

As soon as the pillow was shot, the monsters around seemed to be nervous, and they surrounded it all at once, and it was very crowded.

Yang Qingxuan slipped more than ten zhang away, and his legs fell into the sand, and then he stopped, just retreating to the edge of the circle.

Behind him was a mushroom-like monster, with a soft body, blue eyes glowing, and red vines wrapped around its body, which kept bursting out of the arcs, which seemed to be very dangerous.

Suddenly, the mushroom monster's body shrank, and it was directly a little smaller, and the bright red vines rose from its body, swirled in the air, and struck down like a whip.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, turned around suddenly, and flew backwards and retreated.

The demonic aura on the vine was extremely strong, giving Yang Qingxuan a feeling of being invincible, and the electric light flowed, "crackling" and scattered, and the power was not under Du Ruo's thunder.

These monsters are all terrifying, and they are not something he can withstand at all, so he can only retreat hard.

But the vine "whoosh", as fast as lightning, instantly chased after him, turning into a circle and hitting his body.

"Damn, it's too much of a deception!"

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, the martial soul mark in his eyebrows flashed, and the demon slashing immediately appeared in his hand, drew a sword ray, and slashed it!

"Shhh

The sword light was like electricity, like fire, and like a shadow, and it actually exuded a powerful sword intent, spreading around the body like an enchantment!

"Smack!"

The seemingly terrifying vine, under the slash of this sword intent, directly shattered into tens of thousands of pieces and fell.

"Whoa!"

"Woo!"

As soon as the Demon Slaying Sword came out, the surrounding monsters made a terrible sound, and they dispersed at once, and the circle around Yang Qingxuan immediately expanded several times.

The mushroom monster's mouth was even more churning, and as soon as his body shrank, he retreated into the group of monsters, and drilled back, not daring to show his face.

Yang Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, looked down at the sword in his hand, and was shocked in his heart.

The sword was shining brightly, the aura was flashing, and the eight small characters were even more vibrant, as if the immortal sword had returned to the earth, and the power of the sword was all stimulated.

"What's the matter, this sword seems to be able to exert peak power!"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised and delighted, and all the monsters around him showed a look of fear, and it seemed that he didn't have to die.

His eyebrows suddenly flickered, and the sword-shaped martial soul seal was scorched with golden light, as if the scorching sun was emitting a strong golden glow, and huge power continued to pour out from within it.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shot out a fierce light, a sea of sword souls, buried sword earth, suddenly appeared in his mind, as if he was about to forcibly break out of the air from the martial soul seal!

The sword mounds trembled majestically in the boundless earth within the soul seal!

At this moment, among the monsters, an extremely powerful volley of coercion struck.

The huge bronze ancient hammer that had gushed out from the cracks in the yellow sand before exuded supreme majesty, shattering layers of air like a small mountain, and slammed down!

Yang Qingxuan's face changed greatly, and the yellow sand around him, under the majesty of the giant hammer, directly dispersed, and a wild sand rolled, unable to see.

Yang Qingxuan's body was churning with qi and blood, and before the hammer hit his body, just the power of coercion was about to crush him to pieces.

"It's just a hammer, madness!"

Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth suddenly, and the sword intent of the demon slashing sword kept emerging, giving him tremendous confidence.

"Sword Trick!"

As soon as the long sword was raised, the terrifying sword gang suddenly emanated, and a dragon roar seemed to come from inside the sword, rushing straight out of the sky!

"Boom!"

A green mang flew out of the Demon Slashing Sword, and it really took off to turn into a dragon, smashing the layers of power of the hammer, and hit straight up!

"Really turned into a dragon?!"

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were wide open, under the sword gang of the demon sword, the power of the hammer had long been gone, and a peerless swordsman's arrogance filled his chest.

The dragon of sword qi slashed at the bronze ancient hammer, and there was a loud tremor of "boom", and the countless runes on the hammer were actually scattered apart.

The entire hammer was shaken hundreds of zhang high by the sword power, the aura was lost, and the majesty was gone.

"Roar!"

With a beast roar, the yellow sand around it surged, and the sand condensed into golden fists in the air, and there were thousands of them.

At the same time, the lark cries and the sound shakes for nine days.

The big bird monster's wings spread, and the scales all over its body were like a sharp sword hanging from its body, all of which exuded a chill, pointing directly at Yang Qingxuan.

There were also more than a dozen huge monsters towering into the clouds, all of them picked up their weapons, grabbed them with both hands, and slammed them down.

The thousands of various monsters, following the ghost crying wolf, rushed up together, and the porcelain pillow and the mushroom monster also followed.

Yang Qingxuan's scalp was numb for a while, but the sword intent that kept pouring out from the martial soul seal continued to boost his confidence!

"Although the sword mound was shattered by the demon monkey, the inheritance of the sword is intact in the sea of my consciousness, as long as I continue to cultivate, one day, I can completely restore this martial soul - Taixuan Sword Mound. ”

Yang Qingxuan's mood calmed down suddenly, holding the demon slashing sword and waiting, there was constantly a sharp sword intent shooting out from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a sword shape around his body, which was the peerless sword that broke out of the grave in the Taixuan Sword Tomb!

A strong man's sword, suspended around the body, lined outward, "Burning Silence", "Love Parting", "Peacock Feather", "Zhanlu", "Ancient Dust" ......

For eternity, in the infinite universe, all the swords that have died have been transformed into the heroic souls of swords here!

Feeling the magnificent power of those swords, Yang Qingxuan's blood was full of blood, and he shouted loudly: "Inherited to the firmament, the soul of the sword intent of countless strong people, under the inspiration of my martial soul, all reborn!"

In the Taixuan Sword Tomb, one after another the sword tombs were broken, and they were all broken through the air by Yang Qingxuan's inspiration.

The terrifying sword intent spread across the yellow sand.

Hundreds of peerless swords rang out, and suddenly burst out with powerful sword intent, and under the control of Yang Qingxuan's sword technique, they flew and slashed in all directions!

The monsters were half-impacted, and before they could get close, they all stopped, and they turned around in fright and fled, and a ghost cried wolf.

The thousands of golden fists that the Wind Monster used to turn into yellow sand were like paper windows, and they were crushed by the sword intent.

The big bird, covered in scales, also let out a sharp whistling, hurriedly spread its wings, and was about to flee into the distance.

But the sword intent is like the sea, stretching to the boundless earth.

(To be continued.) )