Chapter Twenty-Seven: Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword
At this moment, Yang Xuan is the first heaven to cultivate the "Heaven Devouring Sword Technique", slashing the sky and drawing the sword!
Shout!
Yang Xuan's eyes were filled with a light, and he was practicing slashing the sky and drawing his sword.
Wow!
Sword qi spread out in Yang Xuan's eyes.
Just ten breaths!
He is the sword of the ninety-nine swords.
Seeing this, Yang Xuan said lightly: "Xiaocheng, who cultivates to the first heaven, can reach two hundred swords at a speed of sword, and when he cultivates to Dacheng, he can reach seven hundred swords, and when he cultivates to perfection, he can reach one thousand fifteen hundred swords!"
"The speed of the sword is still a little slow, you know, thousands of years ago, when you cast the Heaven Devouring Sword Technique, the first Heaven Cutting Sword can kill a world!"
"So, you have to increase the speed of the sword!"
"You must practice the sword!"
Practice swordsmanship, practice speed and strength!
The next moment, Yang Xuan's figure slowly blurred, and when he reappeared, it was in the Chaos Tower, glancing around, and finally, he fell to a corner with a dry bone.
However, in front of this dry skeleton stood a long sword, flashing red.
Seeing this, Yang Xuan stepped forward and directly held the long sword, only to see that the sword was six feet long, and the whole body was red, as if it was coming out of a blood prison.
And the sword is engraved with the word "Heavenly Punishment".
"This is the Heavenly Punishment Sword!"
At this time, Yang Xuan's eyes were filled with a gleam, he looked at the Heavenly Punishment Sword and sighed: "Could it be that this is the sword of the Heavenly Universe Divine Emperor thousands of years ago!"
"A thousand years ago, I didn't include this Heavenly Universe God Emperor in the Chaos Tower, how did he get in?"
At a certain moment, Yang Xuan caught a glimpse of a line of handwriting behind the dry bone, and immediately, he removed the dry bone, and he saw a line of small words: I am the Emperor of Tianyu, heaven and earth, omnipotent, heaven and earth are dead, and heaven is dead, and heaven is dead!
The Celestial Universe God Emperor?
For a thousand years, even he has fallen.
Yang Xuan sighed and said, "Heavenly Dao!"
"I am reincarnated and re-cultivated, if the way of heaven dies to me, I will draw my sword and cut the way of heaven!"
The next moment, Yang Xuan turned the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand into a sword light, which was directly swallowed by him.
"Ahh
At this moment, Yang Xuan felt a heart-rending pain pass from his body.
However, he gritted his teeth tightly, "What is this pain, it's not as good as the pain caused by the Thousand Ponds God Emperor killing me!"
"Patience!"
About ten breaths later!
The pain slowly disappeared, and at the same time, a loud sword roar resounded in the chaos.
In the next moment, he withdrew from the Chaos Tower, and the place where he reappeared was the cultivation room, his palm was spread out, and a sword light appeared in his palm.
Soon, this sword light changed from an illusory to a real sword.
It's the Heavenly Punishment Sword!
At this time, Yang Xuan held the Heavenly Punishment Sword, and according to the first heaven cultivation method of the "Heaven Swallowing Sword Technique", he took out the sword!
If you want to cultivate the first heaven of the "Heaven Devouring Sword Technique" to Xiaocheng, at least two hundred swords will be produced within ten breaths.
That's it!
Yang Xuan gritted his teeth fiercely!
Dry!
Shout!
Woohoo!
A burst of sword light shot out.
The speed is getting faster and faster.
The power is also multiplied.
Ten breaths, one hundred and ten swords.
Ten breaths, one hundred and thirty swords.
Ten breaths, one hundred and fifty swords.
Ten breaths, one hundred and ninety swords!
Nine breaths, two hundred and seventy swords.
Yang Xuan was practicing swords frantically in the Tianzi cultivation room, and before he knew it, ten days had passed.
However, the outside world has only been around for an hour!
At this moment, Yang Xuan held the Heavenly Punishment Sword in his hand, and a sword roar sounded, and his eyes were filled with a murderous aura.
"Slash the sky and draw the sword!"
At this moment, I saw that Yang Xuan was holding a sword in both hands and slashed away.
Immediately after, at the same time as the Heavenly Punishment Sword slashed down, suddenly, the Heavenly Punishment Sword drew its sword again.
Woohoo!
For a while, the sword qi spread out like a torrential rain, falling on the wall, leaving some sword marks.
However, after only a few breaths, those extremely powerful sword marks disappeared in a flash.
Rao never appeared.
"Draw your sword, Xiaocheng!"
Yang Xuan roared.
"It's time for me to get out of the country. ”
......
Yang Xuan came from the fourth floor to the first floor, and he could see that Xiaohua's face was blue and purple, and she was also tortured by Wu Que, and she could hear her aggrieved wail.
Bang Bang Bang!
At this moment, Yang Xuan swept away directly, and slapped Wu Que directly in the face, half of his face was swollen and filled with some blood.
"Which bastard dares to beat Lao Tzu?"
Faced with the sudden slap, Wu Que had a cold look in his eyes, like a poisonous snake, and scolded angrily.
"It was you Yang Ye who beat it. ”
A loud voice reached Wu Que's ears.
Suddenly, he turned around and saw Yang Xuan's face, the corners of his mouth pursed a hideous, and said with a smile: "Look for death!"
The next moment, Yang Xuan kicked Wu Que again, only to see that the latter flew directly upside down, Yang Xuan smiled coldly, "The villain died from talking too much!"
"Boy, you have to know that you look down on people, but sometimes, the person you look down on is an existence that you can't afford to mess with. ”
Seeing Wu Que flying upside down, Su Yanchen stared at Yang Xuan and said angrily: "Boy, what is your name, you actually dare to beat Wu Shao, you are dead." ”
"You're dead!"
"You're dead!"
The four words "you are dead" are gnashing his teeth from this Su Yanchen's mouth.
It was as if, at this moment, Yang Xuan was a dead man.
Hearing Su Yanchen, the corners of Yang Xuan's mouth pursed a touch of disdain and contempt, and said lightly, "It's just that you said that I am a cat and a dog, which makes the atmosphere of Tianxinlou bad, and it is annoying to see it, right?"
"Yes and what!"
At this time, Su Yanchen, seeing this scene, had long been frightened by Yang Xuan's decisive momentum, and the reason why he said this was also for his own daring.
Moreover, she also didn't believe that Yang Xuan dared to attack her, after all, she was the genius of the Su family in Cangyuan City.
At this moment, Yang Xuan smiled faintly, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, but this Su Yanchen was ignored.
Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't do anything to her, he thought that Yang Xuan was afraid of her, and immediately, he became bold and provocatively said to Yang Xuan: "Boy, if you know the elephant, you will become my male pouncer, kneel down and apologize to Wu Shao!"
"Otherwise, I will let Wu Shao's uncle kill you or kill you to cripple. ”
"Really?"
Yang Xuan said lightly.
"Boy, Wu Shao's uncle, is the shopkeeper on the first floor of Tianxin Building, Wu Zhou, I'm afraid!"
Speaking of this, a touch of pride appeared on Su Yanchen's face and he sneered.
"You hillbilly, you dare to beat me, I asked my uncle to avenge me!"
"Hillbilly, kneel down and apologize to Ben Shao, Ben Shao can still keep your whole corpse. ”
Wu Que's face was filled with a hideous color, like a vicious beast, and shouted violently.