Chapter 1414: Little People, Knock Down the Dust

Around Yang Qingxuan's body, one formation after another emerged, the Heavenly Absolute Formation, the Earth Fierce Formation, and the Cold Ice Formation......

The ten killing arrays were all in an instant.

Under the impact of the Eight Sword Formations, they were shattered and condensed, superimposed and combined with each other.

The ten array runes on Yang Qingxuan's body were completely stimulated, and thousands of formation runes were born and destroyed, exuding a strong killing intent.

"Boom! boom!"

Under the impact of the Eight Sword Formations, the Ten Absolute Formations continued to crumble.

Yang Qingxuan desperately pinched the trick, broke it and then condensed it, and filled it up one by one, completely relying on the accumulation of strong true elements.

Soon, the ten formations were connected, turning into a huge array like a city, circling around, blocking all the sword qi.

"Oh, this kid is messing around, that's not how the Ten Battles are played. However, he is in the body formation array, and he only has the cultivation of the middle stage of the empty law, so he can achieve this level, which is not bad. And the formation pattern on this kid's body, the technique and purity of the inscription are very good, although it is far inferior to me, but the palace master of the ten palaces of Golden Turtle Island may not be able to do it, it's strange, who helped him engrave the formation pattern?"

Zhang San held his chin in one hand and groaned.

Yang Wuxin stared at the city-like formation, his face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "This formation can only block the sword qi, can it block my Taixuan sword intent?"

Yang Wuxin kept pinching the trick into the eight swords, and the sword pattern at the center of his eyebrows swirled in the air, and the power of the martial soul was urged to the extreme.

Eight sword sounds trembled in the ring, and eight kinds of sword qi flew in the air like dragons, slashing at the Ten Peerless Formations one by one.

"Boom! boom!"

The vast formation continued to tremble, and the terrifying Taixuan Sword Intent was even more seamless, penetrating through the Ten Peerless Formations, enveloping Yang Qingxuan, cutting his body like a wind blade.

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly took out a Dao Wen Pill and threw it into his mouth, swallowing it.

Borrow the Dao power on the elixir to comprehend the true essence of this sword intent.

A stripe of lines melted out on the skin, like scales, covering Yang Qingxuan's entire person.

Taixuan's sword intent slammed into his body, fused with that pattern, and was inhaled into his body in an instant.

Yang Qingxuan pinched the seal with his hand.

The sword intent that was inhaled into the body continued to turn into sword talismans and circulate, and finally flowed into the center of the eyebrows, resonating with the Taixuan Sword Shrine.

That feeling is like spring rain nourishing all things, and the ten thousand swords in the sword mound are induced, exuding a slow golden glow.

"Hahahaha! Die, let me die!"

Yang Wuxin was still laughing wildly, seeing that the speed of the ten peerless formations couldn't keep up with the collapse, he was even more like a crazy attack.

On the eight divine swords, the sword intent is as vast as the sea, and the sword qi is across the world.

Yang Wuxin was in the center of this sword, as energetic as a god, and his eyes burst out with endless killing intent.

"The garbage that comes from the lower planes will never be on par with me. At any time, if I want to, a single thought can knock you back into your original form and make you back into a puddle of mud!"

Yang Wuxin yelled, his hands spread out at his sides.

Eight sword qi suddenly converged in the air, and slammed down under Yang Wuxin's magic seal!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The vast and powerful sword qi shook the ten absolute formations that were constantly shattered.

The blood at the corner of Yang Qingxuan's mouth overflowed like a stream of water, and a large area was already wet in front of him.

But he still pinched the trick with both hands, motionless, and comprehended this sword intent.

Yang Qingxuan knew that if he lost this opportunity, he was afraid that he would not have a chance again, because the Taixuan Sword Chapter was definitely in the hands of the Human Emperor, and he was not a Xuantian Machine, so he didn't have the ability to grab it.

If you have the ability to grab it one day, you may not need this sword chapter.

So comprehending from Yang Wuxin is his only chance!

Yang Qingxuan shouted, spurting out a mouthful of blood again, his face was as pale as paper, and the big cold sweat rolled down like beads.

The Ten Absolute Formations recovered slightly, but they were soon scattered by the Eight Sword Formations, and they were about to collapse.

Yang Qingxuan raised his eyes, revealing an anxious look.

The comprehension of the sword intent, and the mastery of most of it, if you give him another half pillar of incense time, you can master it all.

But at this moment, don't talk about half a pillar of incense, I'm afraid that half a breath will be difficult to support anymore!

"Boom!"

The entire Ten Absolute Formations shattered at once.

Yang Wuxin's pupils shrank suddenly, shooting out an excited bright light, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, go die!"

As soon as he grabbed it, a cyan sword on his side fell into his hand, and a powerful and vast sword intent surged out, tearing through the surrounding space!

"It's over!"

Yang Wuxin sneered, and a sword slashed across the air, splitting all the chaotic power after the shattering of the Ten Absolute Formations, and the figure flickered, and fell in front of Yang Qingxuan, stabbing down with a sword.

"Whew!"

The cyan sword was inserted into Yang Qingxuan's body, and when the chest penetrated.

"Ah——h

On the sea of clouds, countless screams sounded, and their eyes widened in horror.

Shi Yuyan and Wu Qiyue almost fainted, their faces as pale as paper.

Yang Qingxuan's friends, Pan Haixing, Lance, Hua Hua Qingling, and even Zhong Jie, Gong Yiqing, etc., all showed shocked expressions, their eyes widened one by one, and they couldn't accept the scene in front of them at all.

"Boss, Boss, dodge, dodge, why don't you dodge!"

Pan Haixing screamed like crazy, and tears rolled down.

"Is it over?"

"Is Yang Qingxuan defeated, or is he going to die?"

"Why didn't he dodge this sword? With his strength, he should be able to dodge!"

On the sea of clouds, there were violent arguments, all of which were inexplicably sad in their hearts.

Yang Qingxuan went from a small person in a low-level plane to today, step by step, just like all the little people above the sea of clouds.

There is no strong background, there is no large amount of resources, everything has to rely on your own efforts to struggle and fight.

The acquisition of every spirit stone, the acquisition of every elixir, and the acquisition of every exercise are full of sadness and difficulty.

What Yang Qingxuan represents is the dream in the hearts of all the little people, coming up step by step from the bottom, like a comet to the top ten, the top four, and even the first.

And it is such a little person, after all, who can't compete with the son of the emperor with a deep background and is born to step on everyone.

The glimmer of expectation in everyone's hearts was completely cut off with Yang Wuxin's sword, and their hearts fell into the abyss.

"Is the fate of man unchangeable after all?"

In the hearts of countless little people, they are sad.

"Trash, I said I was going to beat you back to the garbage dump with my own hands, don't worry, I won't kill you happily, I will abolish your martial arts foundation first, and then torture you to death little by little, so that you know the fate of offending me!"

Yang Wuxin's eyes flashed with viciousness, and he was about to pull the cyan sword out of Yang Qingxuan's body, when his pupils suddenly shrank, and he found that where the sword pierced, there was a golden light flowing in his blood.

"It's ......"

Yang Wuxin's face changed greatly, although he didn't understand what it meant, but his heart was inexplicably uneasy, and he was about to pull out the sword with his right hand, but suddenly a big hand grabbed it, and his five fingers were firmly held on the hilt of the sword, locked tightly.

"You ......"

Yang Wuxin was shocked in his heart, Yang Qingxuan was already covered in blood, and he lowered his head, unable to see his appearance clearly.

At this moment, a terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted from Yang Qingxuan's body.

Along with it, there is also the soul power that crushes everything like the king of the world!

"Today, you are the one who will be thrown into the dust!"

"Ah——h

Yang Qingxuan raised his head suddenly, roared, and his eyes shone with golden light.

The martial soul mark at the center of the eyebrows was difficult to suppress, gushing out like a volcano, and then the sword intent was like a sea, enveloping the entire heaven and earth!

A violent roar suddenly erupted in the ring, constantly shattering, and one after another sword tombs seemed to tear through the space, descending on this sea of nine clouds!

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