After Yang Qingxuan was shaken away, his legs landed on the ground and he slid more than ten zhang away before stopping. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The chest was hit hard by the grinding plate, not only was the internal organs injured by the qi, but the dense poisonous juice was sprinkled on the body, and the pain was like a knife cut.

But getting out of that big mill is also a blessing in misfortune.

If Zuo Jun had been calm just now and slowly crushed himself with the grinding plate, it would really be a catastrophe, and he would inevitably die of exhaustion of his true qi in the end.

"Yang Qingxuan, aren't you very hanging? Take out a little strength to let me torture slowly! I want to magnify all the suffering I have suffered tenfold, a hundredfold, and inflict it on you!"

Zuo Jun grabbed it with his left hand, and the boundless poisonous gas mixed with the yin aura condensed in the palm of his hand and turned into a sickle.

As soon as the figure flashed, it appeared on Yang Qingxuan's side, and at an extremely tricky angle, he slashed down angrily!

Yang Qingxuan was furious, a sense of danger surged in his heart, under the blow of the big grinding disc just now, the battle situation directly turned sharply, and he was at an absolute disadvantage.

Moreover, the surrounding Yin Spiritual Qi, when he was not injured, did not feel anything abnormal, but at this moment, he felt that the Yin Wind was gusting, and together with the poisonous gas, it invaded his body.

Zuo Jun, on the other hand, is the complete opposite, like a fish in water in this yin aura, as if he is an inexhaustible source of power.

The scythe fell, and the power was not a little weaker than before, which showed that Zuo Jun's physical strength did not consume much.

Yang Qingxuan was in a hurry, grabbed it with his right hand, and the demon slashing sword came out in an instant, blocking it.

"Bang!"

The sickle struck on the demon slasher, swinging a circle of poisonous rays, impacting Yang Qingxuan's body, and the martial soul sword was also suppressed.

"Broken sword?hahaha!Laugh at me, a broken sword of soul light?Is this your garbage martial spirit?hahahaha!!"

Crazy laughter sounded, Zuo Jun held his stomach with his right hand, and laughed out of tears, "Laughter hurts my stomach, it turns out that the one who has been fighting with me is actually a garbage of soul light!"

"I still regard you as an official opponent, you garbage, you don't have this qualification at all!"

The smile on Zuo Jun's face narrowed, with a condescending attitude, full of sarcasm and disdain, "The grandson of the garbage worker should be an honest garbage worker, and he wants to change the fate of the lowly, and now he will not even die!"

The scythe turned slightly, stuck the slashing demon, and pressed it violently!

The poisonous gas sword shook, and the soul light on the sword seemed to have been cut off, Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his spirit and spirit fell sharply.

"No! If it goes on like this, it's really hanging! The difference in strength is too great!"

Yang Qingxuan was anxious in his heart, only feeling that his divine consciousness was invaded by the poisonous gas, he was in a trance, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and then he was a little sober.

"Now the only chance to turn defeat into victory is to cast the Sixth Yang! But with my state at the moment, I'm afraid that before the Sixth Yang comes out, my body will be blasted by the True Qi of the Burning Yang first!"

"But if you don't try, you won't have a chance!"

He has experienced a hundred battles, and has escaped death countless times, even if there is a glimmer of life, he will do his best to fight!

He took a breath at the moment, holding the sword in his right hand with great difficulty, and his left palm was running the True Yuan, which began to condense the Yan Yang in his body.

Zuo Jun's pupils shrank, as if he sensed something, and sneered: "Oh, before the mayfly died, did you want to shake the tree? The soul light of this broken sword is getting weaker and weaker, and it will soon dissipate." And the martial soul represents the martial spirit, qi, spirit, soul, and will, once it dissipates, it means that you are completely defeated by me!"

The sickle was pressed down again, and the sound of metal resonating "clanged" sounded, endlessly!

The soul light on the Demon Slaying Sword is like a candle flame in the wind, swaying in the light of the poisonous gas knife, just like Yang Qingxuan's life, which will be extinguished at any time.

The martial soul represents the spirit, qi, spirit, soul and mind of the warrior!

Yang Qingxuan's pupils suddenly shrank, the Burning Yang True Qi in his body suddenly dissipated, and a terrifying essence burst out of his eyes!

Zuo Jun's words made him suddenly have a realization.

The martial soul is the embodiment of essence, qi, spirit, soul, and will, just like the energy between heaven and earth, born from the root, and growing towards the heart.

"If this sword represents my essence, qi, spirit, soul, and mind, how can there be only one soul light, and lose to a scum like you!"

A sword light suddenly lit up at the center of his eyebrows, emitting a purple infinite soul light, as if there were ten thousand sword shadows, flashing within a square inch!

"The bright moon is too mysterious, the sky is affectionate, and the clouds blow into snow. ”

"Sweeping through the universe, the red dust is the same, and they all turn into a sword. ”

The sword of slaying demons in his hand, affected by the power of the sword mound, the soul light was put up at once.

"It's ......!"

Zuo Jun's eyes opened violently, and he stared like a copper bell, "Soul light, there is one more soul light!"

I saw a second soul light bloom from the sword, followed by a third, and then a fourth......

"Impossible!

Zuo Jun shouted loudly and said in horror: "The soul light is naturally fixed, how can it change?! You trash, don't do what the hell tricks in front of me! I am not in the mood to play with you now, so I will send you directly to the western sky!"

As soon as the sickle moved, it spread out in an instant, turning into boundless poison, and between his hands, it condensed into a great grinding disc of heaven and earth, and pressed down violently!

The Yin aura on the top of the mountain, under the influence of the great grinding disc of heaven and earth, turned into a hurricane and swirled, converging towards the grinding plate.

The wind is cold, the poisonous gas is mottled, and there is a forest scene, covering the sky and the sun!

Even Meng Rui and the others couldn't help but be shocked, the movements in their hands slowed down, and all their eyes squinted.

The grinding disc was a little bigger than before under the infusion of Yin Spiritual Qi, Zuo Jun pushed his palms with both hands, and shouted: "The descendants of the garbage workers can only be garbage workers forever!

Yang Qingxuan held the sword in one hand, standing coldly, ignoring the changes in the world around him, and Zuo Jun's roar did not fall into the ear at all.

All the mind is on the demon sword.

I saw that the sword body was as smooth as a flowing cloud, and the cold light and bloody clothes on it were intact, and the small characters engraved on it were finally all revealed: A thousand years of wind and clouds - pay a smile!

The momentum of the heavens and the earth came out with the dialysis of these eight characters, and if the dragon and phoenix cried in the valley, the waves dispersed.

Yang Qingxuan was horrified in his heart, this sword was just a wisp of the soul of the body, and it had such a terrifying aura, which showed what a terrifying existence this sword was in the world back then!

"Burdened with peerless sword intent and immortal reputation, you are not willing to be lonely, right?"

Yang Qingxuan flicked the sword body and shouted: "Sword technique!"

Then the wind whistling, bringing up the breath of the sun, swirling around the body, just like the wind and fire, the whole person turned into a golden black firebird, to the heaven and earth grinding plate, facing the attack!