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At this moment, Yang Xuan seemed to be under a bright starry sky, with a thick black background, dotted with dots of golden light, just like the dazzling endless stars in the sky, which made people intoxicated. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As a result of his thoughts, his vision suddenly blurred, and he saw a vague figure appear in the void immediately, and it was monstrous, and at that moment, it seemed that the stars in the sky were eclipsed.

That person stood in the void like this, but in his blurred face, he could clearly feel that a gaze was firmly locked on him, making Yang Xuan's pores explode immediately, his hairs stood on end, and the whole person was extremely frightened.

"This—This is ......"

Without waiting for emotion, suddenly, the scene changed, and the stars in the sky behind the phantom suddenly fell, stirring up a violent coercion in the sky, as if the space was about to be broken into the overflowing field.

Then, before the stars fell completely, the general trend was churning like waves in an instant, and the dense stars converged into fierce and monstrous waves in an instant, roaring and raging.

This is not over, the horror in Yang Xuan's expression has never subsided, and he saw that the stars changed immediately, like a raging wind, sometimes upside down, sometimes roaring and crossing, sometimes flying wildly, dazzling,

In the next moment, the scene seemed to turn into a vast plain from the boundless starry sky, and the stars converged into a dazzling sun, swaying with endless brilliance, or into mountains, or into rivers, or into flowers and plants on this plain, stubborn stones, constantly changing shapes, as strange.

With a flash of divine effort, everything in front of him burst out with a burst of extremely strong killing intent, as if Yang Xuan had become the enemy of all things and was punished by the Heavenly Dao, the killing machine that stirred up at that moment made Yang Xuan break out in a cold sweat, and in just a few breaths, the green shirt on his body was already wet with sweat, and it was extremely sticky to his body.

That incomparably strange gaze always appeared in Yang Xuan's perception, and it was this gaze that made him dare not move, otherwise with such a terrifying qi pull, the true yuan in Yang Xuan's body would have already been in turmoil, and he would attack that phantom shadow if he had no choice but to attack.

However, it was also caused by this gaze, Yang Xuan's mind was extremely condensed, and he keenly sensed that in this murderous machine in the sky, it seemed that there was only that gaze that could really pose a threat to him, and the rest of the seemingly powerful existences were just some false tricks.

This feeling is particularly wonderful, and Yang Xuan doesn't know why it appears, but it is so inexplicable that he thinks about it, and even he feels weird.

In a trance, everything around him changed again, and the palpitating killing intent suddenly disappeared completely, Yang Xuan found himself in a valley, flourishing from grass, towering ancient trees, surrounded by blue-gray but moss-covered mountain walls, and birds flew in the forest from time to time, chirping to render this valley extremely lonely.

Silent silence.

A gust of wind came abruptly, but there was an indescribable nature.

Leisurely, leisurely, these two words are a true description of Yang Xuan's feelings at the moment, strolling through the forest wantonly, like an elegant fairy, listening to the tinkling of spring water, the chirping of insects and birds, and the sound of the breeze floating in the treetops and branches.

"Boom" A voice in the darkness, Yang Xuan came back to his senses in an instant, his whole body was unconsciously weak, and he sat cross-legged on the ground with great difficulty, the expression in his eyes changed, from horror, to panic, to intoxication, and then to confusion.

Yang Xuan was stunned, he didn't know what the situation was at all, the riot of the True Yuan in his body, the strange sound of the Thunder Sword, and even the scenes that inexplicably poured out in his mind when the True Yuan touched the stone carving.

The stars that can't stop changing shapes, the mountains and rivers, the sun, the extremely cold killing intent, the lush valleys and forests, and the inexplicable rippling breeze......

As if in a dream, until his eyes unconsciously touched the words on the stone carvings that had been completely exposed in front of him, Yang Xuan muttered:

"Fu, Compare, Xing, Wind, Elegance, Song"

The font is vigorous and heroic, revealing a wild air of a pen walking dragon and snake.

"It's ...... Moves?" In Yang Xuan's impression, these words are very familiar, before he practiced, Yang Xuan hid in the palace study every day, carefully studying these words, as well as the various allusions and scriptures he dabbled in.

No one knew the meaning of these words better than him, but at this moment it seemed that it was extremely strange, as if it had never been seen before.

The scenes he had just experienced came to his mind, and no matter how Yang Xuan thought about it, he couldn't connect it with these six words.

"What does this mean?" As far as the eye could see, on the mottled stone carvings nearly one person high, there was nothing else except these six vigorous and heroic characters.

Yang Xuan's brows furrowed deeply, and he began to look at the six big characters in front of him.

In a trance, it seemed that on top of the word, I felt a different kind of breath, just like ...... The stars change, the sky is clear, and the sky is reversed......

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up, his mind was condensed to the extreme, and the whole person was like an old monk sitting in meditation, and it seemed that he was silent for a moment.

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In the vast middle area, on the top of a mountain more than 10,000 feet high, there is a magnificent hall located on it, and the surging sharp edge rises, rendering this space extremely solemn.

This is the Heavenly Sword Palace, a well-known monk sect in the Central Region, hundreds of thousands of disciples in the door, all of them are cultivating swords, and young monks with all kinds of long knives can be seen everywhere, walking in a hurry, and a awe-inspiring edge between the walks can't help flashing, which is particularly terrifying.

In the noisy martial arts arena, a one-armed man suddenly slashed out a knife, and the endless fierce and domineering intention instantly forced a man on the other side to leave the arena, winning the applause of the whole house.

The man lost the fight, his face was gloomy to the extreme, and he hated to take out a palm-sized jade plaque from his bosom and threw it at the monk in the ring.

"Senior Brother Wang Mian, admit it" The monk clenched his fists slightly, his face was always indifferent, he took the jade card, took out his jade card, didn't know what action he did, and then threw it to the man in the audience.

The person turned out to be a jade card, as if he had sensed it, his face changed drastically, his teeth were tight, his hands were clenched and then released, and his mood was really difficult to calm down.

"It's another move, to what extent has the sword intent of this step seal been condensed? Even the master of the Absolute Realm of Creation and Transformation has been defeated in one move!"

"Looking at it like this, I'm afraid it's already a small age, I can't believe it, how old he is now, his cultivation is not at the peak of the spirit, but in the comprehension of the sword intent, he has already caught up with the frivolous senior brother who is a few years older than him."

"This is a genius, hehe, but it is said that the arrogant senior brother is quite unkind to him, and those who change the law want to find trouble with him, so the existence disdains to personally deal with a disciple who is so weak in cultivation, but what about others......"

"Well, the one who just went up was the monk Wang Mian who followed the mad senior brother, but unexpectedly lost his wife and broke his army, not only did he fail to teach the step seal, but he lost three thousand heavenly swords, tsk tsk......"

"Hehe, this can't be complained about by others, the main master didn't appear, there are always some doglegs who can't wait to perform, I see, among the younger generation of disciples in the Heavenly Sword Palace, only the frivolous senior brother can press this step, and the others are no play!"

Most of the voices of others are inclined to this remark, and they are sighing.

In an attic far away from the martial arts arena, two old-looking monks stood in front of the window, on top of their pale silver clothes, the cultivator had a long knife with a sheath, and the sharp meaning, even if it was not unsheathed, was awe-inspiring enough.

Looking at the battles that took place in the martial arts arena from afar, he nodded and shook his head from time to time, and the momentum around him was as deep as the sea, but it seemed that he was a figure at the level of the elder of the Heavenly Sword Palace.

"Bufeng, this little guy is getting more and more powerful, he has controlled the sword intent to the point of Xiaocheng at a young age, it is extremely rare, my Heavenly Sword Hall has produced a decent genius after all."

"Genius, hmph, I don't think so" The other elder beside him disagreed, and seemed to be quite disdainful of this step seal in his words.

"Old man Wu Wu, can Bu Feng be compared to the light madness? That is a recognized leader in the entire Central Domain, the sword intent is small, and it is the strength of the Feng King's creation, and the cultivation world of the Central Domain is only Gu Beiyan of the Heavenly Sword Palace and the Demon Qing of the Great Demon Gate can compare with it, he is an ordinary monk from a poor and remote place such as the Southern Regions, even though the qualifications for the comprehension of the sword intent are extremely extraordinary, but it is nothing more than that, compared to frivolity?

The old man called Wu Wei frowned, he knew that this Liu Rui was the elder of the frivolous faction, but he didn't expect it to be so xenophobic, Bufeng's natural strength was seen in the eyes of the entire Heavenly Sword Palace, if he wanted to unilaterally deny it, it was impossible.

Even if he is at the peak of the current Feng Ling, he is still not as good as Feng Wang Zaihua, but he is young, old and weak, and there are infinite possibilities in the future, but Liu Rui's idea is too biased.

Thinking about it in his heart, he didn't bother to argue with it at the moment, but just looked at Bu Feng on the ring and didn't say a word.

Seeing this, Liu Rui snorted heavily in his heart, "It's just a waste-like kid, and you still want to compete with the madman for the position of the master of the Heavenly Sword Palace?" I want to see how you passed this level, as far as I know, many of the madness's subordinates are plotting to make trouble for you, and there are still many characters on the Heavenly Sword List, can you deal with it, hum ......"

Thinking of this, Liu Rui's old eyes suddenly flashed a ruthless color.

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Southern Regions, Wangtian Palace, Tianxuan Valley.

Outside Tianxuan Tower, there are still the two elders of black and white and the lord of Wangtian Palace, their Linglong little junior sister is talking, reminiscing about the past from time to time, looking forward to the future, it seems that between the three senior brothers and sisters, it is rare to have such an opportunity, on weekdays, the second elder guards the Tianxuan Valley, Linglong needs to deal with the trivial matters of the sect, like this scene now, but it has not appeared for a long time.

"It's been three days, and I don't know how the exhibition will be?"

"Today is the day when Tianxuanlou teleported those little guys out, I really don't know what kind of moves, spells or spells will be comprehended?"

The black old man seemed to want to speak and stopped, but the white old man saw it on the side, and shook his head slightly, "That road is too difficult for them, such an obscure stone carving, don't say it's them, even if you and I have studied it for so many years, we haven't seen a thing or two, let alone them?"

"Hehe, with the talents of Yang Xuan, Youruo, and Gu Feng Xiao Jiujian and the like, it's not too difficult to comprehend the Fa."

The Lord of Wangtian Palace smiled slightly, but did not make a sound, his eyes were fixed on the stone platform, and he didn't know what he was thinking:

"Yang Xuan, don't let me down, a certain stone carving in the Tianxuan Tower is inextricably linked with you......

(ps: Today's third chapter is done, it's a little slower, sorry)