Yang Xuan stood with his sword in his hand, on the cold sword body, a faint golden thunder swirled endlessly, and at the sword grid where the sword body and the hilt met, the thunder mark was also surging, and the surrounding golden thunder was wild, and he couldn't stop roaring and rushing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The endless violent and violent aura rose, and he was like the emperor in the thunder, pointed out by Qing Feng, and commanded ten thousand thunders.

"Little one, this is your creation, as for how far you can go, it's up to you, there's only so much the old man can do."

After the old man finished speaking, his cloudy eyes suddenly froze, as if he had realized something from Yang Xuan's scattered momentum, "Hehe, it's interesting, Bai Cangke deserves to be Bai Cangke, this Haoran Xuanjing is so strong...... Help this kid comprehend the vision beyond his true element attributes, and it seems that his power is not weak."

Seeing that Yang Xuan's eyes instantly fell into confusion, the old man's words were hurried, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Yang Xuan boy, the inheritance of the deity is all in the Benlei Sword, although you have realized the vision, but because of the Haoran Xuan Sutra, it is the waste of the mighty Nine Heavens Destroying Golden Thunder, this time I understand with my heart, the twin visions are not illusory, so I can do it myself"

Yang Xuan was suddenly startled, the shock in his heart had just emerged, and an incomparably mysterious and strange power suddenly appeared in the underworld, instantly binding Yang Xuan's mind into his mind, extremely complicated, and the vast information was presented in an instant.

From the outside world, Yang Xuan immediately sat cross-legged, the three-foot Qingfeng was placed on his lap, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to have fallen into a strange state.

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Pain, severe pain, the bruised tendons on his forehead burst out, accompanied by incomparably mixed information gradually emerging, and an unbearable feeling of explosion made Yang Xuan's expression extremely hideous.

The golden thunder became more and more violent, swirling around its three feet, roaring wantonly, hitting the surrounding blue-gray stone walls from time to time, causing the rubble to shoot out, and the illusory figure of the old man sat majestically opposite Yang Xuan, his face was also particularly solemn.

A pair of cloudy old eyes were staring at his figure tightly, or staring at the Thunder Sword on his lap, no one knew, and it was impossible to guess what the old man was thinking in his heart.

What came to mind was about the Ben Thunder Sword that Fang had just pulled out, about the swordsmanship, and more, but about the thunder mystery given by the senior, I don't know how long it took, Yang Xuan's expression gradually regained his calmness, his frowning brows loosened, and the whole person seemed to begin to seriously sort out the newly obtained information in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Xuan was in a gloomy space, surrounded by a cold atmosphere, but it was sharp and sharp, although he couldn't see, but he could clearly feel the extraordinaryness of this space.

The next moment, a dazzling thunderbolt lit up in front of him, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his eyes, and a figure suddenly appeared in the void, and the long sword in his hand radiated a thousand feet of silver light, surging suddenly, and immediately disappeared.

The sword that is fast to the extreme, mixed with the incomparably fierce meaning of destruction, a sword out, as if the heavens and the earth collapsed, the mountains and rivers rolled upside down, and the momentum was incomparable.

"It's ...... Swordsmanship?"

The scene in front of him suddenly made Yang Xuan stunned in place, only to feel that the pores all over his body were wide open, his hairs stood on end, and a tingling feeling accompanied by a flash of sword light in his eyes flowed all over his body.

"What a great swordsmanship"

Before he could finish his sigh, an old and deep voice suddenly resounded, revealing through the vicissitudes of the world, it was the predecessor sitting in the middle of the sword platform.

"Running thunder sword, sword like thunder, set the mystery of thunder in a sword, a sword out, heaven and earth are split, mountains and rivers collapse......"

"The name of the swordsmanship?"

After thinking in his heart, Yang Xuan seemed to see a sword that suddenly shot out, just like the surging Heavenly Punishment Divine Thunder, the speed was extremely fast, and the space seemed to be torn apart by it, and wherever the sword came, everything was annihilated and turned into powder.

"What a terrifying sword style, it can cause such destructive power, even if it is the Confucian and Taoist grammar that produces changes, it does not have this power, all the martial arts I know, only vision, the sword of benevolence can reach this level......"

Yang Xuan sighed, the shock in his heart could not be calmed down for a long time, and only the sharp sword that crossed the world was left in front of him.

"Idiot, it's not the sword style that is terrifying, take it seriously and ......"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xuan'er was stunned, and the old man's voice was not lacking in harshness, "Could it be that I understood it wrong?"

As soon as I thought of this, my heart was no longer immersed in the fierce sword light between heaven and earth, and I felt it carefully, and in the dark, there seemed to be a flash of light passing through my mind, and a trace of enlightenment suddenly emerged in my heart.

"Lei Ben is fast, and the mystery of extreme speed is reflected in this, at such a fast to the extreme, as if teleporting at a speed, everything in heaven and earth is unbreakable. ”

"Thunder palm killing, there is the sound of awakening, a sword out, the heavens and the earth tremble, and the three-foot green front buzzes, just like the thunder on the flat ground, shocking people's hearts"

"The destruction of the thunder lord, whether it is paralysis or cauterization, in the final analysis, is aimed at destruction, and when this kind of strength reaches a limit, nothing can resist the wrath of thunder. ”

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"I understand, what my predecessor said is right, what is terrifying is not the sword style, but the thunder mystery contained in the sword style" Yang Xuan's forehead and mouth lifted a smile, and his eyes closed instantly, no longer limited to the brilliant sword in front of him.

In the middle of the sword platform, the old man also smiled slightly, obviously, Yang Xuan was able to figure out the middle joint, which made him quite pleased.

"Hehe, the little guy has a good understanding" sighed so emotionally, for a while, he actually closed his eyes tightly, and a strong momentum rose from his illusory body, and as soon as the servant appeared, he immediately suppressed all the violent thunder in the field.

The sword platform once again regained its previous silence, only a trace of Yang Xuan's gasping sound resounded, along with all the monks in the main hall, there was no sound, as if they had fallen into a state of cultivation.

After all, after going through the dangers of coming here, when he arrived in this treasure land where the vitality of heaven and earth was extremely strong, even if he could not inherit it, he could not waste this opportunity.

"Time will definitely not be short" At this moment, the fat man seemed to come back to his senses slightly, and his small eyes were still frightened to look at a lonely space, and he shook his head gently.

"The distance between me and him is really getting farther and farther away, I think that at the beginning, this kid's cultivation was still one level lower than me......"

As soon as he thought of this, the fat man seemed to have made up his mind, his mind sank into the Sumeru ring, looking at what he had gained from this trip, and muttered "It's time to ......" Then, his eyes were closed, and a faint heaven and earth vitality was surrounded by his body, and the whole person gradually fell into a state of cultivation.

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In his mind, he kept replaying the sword he had noticed before, but the more he looked at it, the more he was short of breath, this sword was really not simple, as he expected, but it needed to be a mystery of the thunder, and the comprehension was extremely strong in order to be so perfect to contain it in a sword.

And this is exactly what Yang Xuan does not have, although he has mastered the Sword of Benevolence, but it is not based on his own true element attributes, there are rare gods such as the Nine Heavens Destroying Golden Thunder, and he has borne his own innate conditions that are already subordinate to the thunder.

According to common sense, the vision that a monk comprehends in the realm of creation and transformation is determined by his own true elemental attributes, and the strength of the mystery also determines the strength of the vision of comprehension.

As for Yang Xuan's situation, it is really extremely special, the Haoran Xuanjing, including Confucianism and Taoism, the inheritance of the predecessors of Bai Cangke in the past, is unpredictable, and it was before this that Yang Xuan comprehended the vision, the sword of benevolence.

At the beginning, he didn't think about it carefully, but now he has to be reminded by his predecessors, and he realizes that it is no wonder that after using it once, he has no follow-up, and it turns out that he has not been able to control it perfectly.

In the dark, the extremely brilliant sword light flashed in Yang Xuan's mind nearly ten thousand times, with his level of comprehension of the thunder mystery, he couldn't grasp the trajectory of this sword at all, except for the vague perception of the thunder mystery aura overflowing on the sword, it seemed that it was just a sword cut by one person, and that's it.

"The predecessor is a powerhouse in the Divine Realm, how can his inheritance be so easy to comprehend?"

"But that's what makes it interesting......"

As a result of his belief, Yang Xuan once again calmed down and released his perception to the extreme.

He has been able to break through so far, in addition to his talent, but more of a stubbornness to the affairs of the world, just like a person who holds a sage in his hand, has an almost pathological paranoia about the person or thing he identifies.

Unfortunately, Yang Xuan is exactly like this, even if the chosen path is difficult, he will go against the current and not flinch, this kind of stubbornness, it sounds good, and if it is ugly, it is stupid and crazy.

But it is this kind of madness and stupidity that has made Yang Xuan reach the level he is now, luck and chance, fate is determined, who can say this thing clearly? Come to think of it, even if it is the Tiandu Peak in the Central Domain, the old man in the Taoist robe called Forty-Nine is difficult to understand.

"Boom" was another brilliant sword light that crossed his mind, Yang Xuan didn't remember how many times it was, the heavens and the earth were broken, the mountains and rivers were reversed, but the power of this sword, the suffocating pressure, as usual, even if it was trillions of times, it still did not decrease a bit.

Gradually, Yang Xuan's brows became deeper and deeper, as if he had grasped some ethereal trace, and his mind was on that sword light, witnessing everything with his own eyes.

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On the top of the cloud-shrouded Weeping Cloud Immortal Mountain, among the golden and brilliant Qionglou Yuyu, the monks of Wangtian Palace practiced as always, and there were nearly 10,000 inner disciples who participated in Zongbi, but on the huge square, it did not seem empty at all.

Come to think of it, Wangtian Palace has been in the position of the first sect in the Southern Regions for thousands of years, and the accumulated foundation is incomparably huge, and there are hundreds of thousands of disciples, and those who have entered Yunmengze are just one of them.

In the main hall, the lord of Wangtian Palace sat quietly on the golden throne at the head of the hall, the dragon head crutch in his hand was shining, and a pair of cloudy old eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his demeanor was particularly leisurely.

In addition to this unfathomable palace master, there was only one red-robed woman left in the main hall with a graceful posture and a beautiful face.

"Moonlight ......" for a long time, a faint old voice resounded, surrounding the empty hall.

"Palace Master" Yuemei bowed slightly, gave a slight salute, and responded to the Tao.

"Is there any concern over there?"

"Back to the palace master, Yuemei has been paying attention, but it's just ......"

"But it doesn't hurt to say"

"There are a total of thirteen,000 inner sects and core disciples in this realm who have entered the trial of Yun Mengze, and after a month, more than half of the soul jade of the Personnel Hall has been shattered, will it be ......?"

"Oh?" Wangtian Palace's cloudy old eyes suddenly opened, and his gaze seemed to pass through the endless void, landing on the dilapidated altar between the mountains and rivers, and then, casually, he closed his eyes and slowly spoke.

"It's okay, my disciple of the Heavenly Palace, how can I not go through the wind and rain? Half a year later, the Central Domain Xuanmiao Grand Event, I'm afraid it will be ferocious, and it will be a hundred times more ruthless than Zhiyun Mengze, so it's a good thing to adapt to it as soon as possible."

"But ......"

The palace master's dry hand waved lightly, "I know you're worried about that girl, but with her current strength, I'm afraid that Gu Feng kid is not an opponent, what is there to worry about"

After speaking, his eyes opened in an instant again, and the essence flashed away, and in the heart of the Wangtian Palace Master, what he remembered was not Youruo, but the elegant figure in a green shirt, "Hehe, little guy, I don't know how far you will grow in this Yunmengze?"