In the empty hall, there was a messy scene, with corpses and broken arms all over the ground, blood flowing, and some of them were close to solidification, and the color was black, showing what a tragic battle took place here. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In front of the three stone platforms, two figures confronted each other, one of them was a man with a sword on his back wearing a white robe, but wearing a shabby straw hat.

Opposite him, there was a monster beast with a hideous face, and what was quite strange was that the body of this monster was a palpitating blue-gray color, with prominent fangs, sharp claws, and even more terrifying was the sharp blades on the limbs, flashing with an astonishing coldness.

But at this moment, it didn't look very majestic, his body was full of mottled white sword marks, the sharpness of his limbs was slightly curled, and his blood-red eyes stared at the man without blinking, as if he was a little afraid.

It's hard to imagine that a demon beast equivalent to a beginner in the realm of supernatural powers would be afraid of a monk who has created a realm of transcendent intent, but everything happened like this.

"The Angry Thunder Sword Emperor, or should I call you the Angry Thunder Sword Emperor? Or the Sword Venerable? Being able to create such a brave and incomparable beast at will definitely not be as simple as a titled supernatural power."

As he spoke, the man's long sword was raised slightly, and an incomparably huge sword qi condensed and formed, only to see the four claws of the machine beast on the opposite side moving restlessly, roaring continuously, and the blood-like pupils flashed with a faint luster, faintly looking at it, it seemed that it had been slightly damaged.

"The blood source essence is the source of energy, what a big stroke" The man seemed to mean something, the corners of his mouth pulled out a smile, the sword qi instantly stirred, rising up, the man's mind moved, the magic changed again, the majestic sword qi turned into thousands of thousands, and the sword blade pointed directly at the panicked beast opposite.

"I'm looking forward to it, what kind of test will there be after this hall?"

As soon as the words fell, with a wave of the long sword, thousands of chilling sword qi shot out instantly, covering the whole body of the trap beast, and the speed of the two sword rays, which were more condensed and more powerful than other sword qi, skyrocketed in an instant, and shot out.

Realizing the crisis, the Trap Beast roared angrily, and its four claws slammed hard, intending to use its incomparably strong body to shake the sword shadow in the sky, "Boom, ......Boom, Boom" In an instant, the fierce strength left a little white sword mark on its blue-gray body, and the Trap Beast did not expect that it would not be able to break through the blockade of the sword qi with its own strength.

The wail suddenly rose, the scarlet bloody eyes watched the two powerful sword rays enlarge inch by inch in front of him, and the two front paws instantly wanted to be raised, but they were captured by the momentum of the sword rays, and it was difficult to move at all.

Then, only the sound of a foreign body shattering was heard, and the fierce sword qi in the sky immediately dissipated, except for the corpses and broken arms in one place, and the blood and brains in the field, there was only a blue-gray machine beast corpse, and the eyes were hollow and black, and there was no sound.

It is equivalent to the realm of supernatural powers, and the strong existence of the monks who could have swept away the supernatural powers was defeated by the sword qi in the sky.

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Dozens of times smaller than the mortal dust pen, the body is full of gold, it looks extremely beautiful, and it exudes a majestic and solemn atmosphere, in the field, only a dozen monks including Yang Xuan, Youruo, and the fat man, and a blood-colored beast whose eyes have been shattered and disappeared without a trace, is roaring with anger.

The change in this space also shocked everyone, Yang Xuan's weapon was shattered, but it didn't seem to have any adverse effects, on the contrary, the current scene was slightly mysterious, and the golden mangs in front of him were obviously stronger, so that the beast seemed a little restless.

Youruo also noticed Yang Xuan's condition, his expression was slightly dignified, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, the huge pen in his hand was extremely unusual in her senses, and the power was extraordinary, but now it was strangely broken, and the form it presented seemed to be stronger than before, which was an extremely rare thing.

Once the weapon of a cultivator in the cultivation world is broken, it means that the strength of this monk will be greatly affected, and he has never heard of another blade contained in a broken blade.

The Trap Beast roared again and again, even though the shattering of a bloody object greatly reduced its strength, but the ferocity did not weaken much in the slightest, and with a roar of rage, his limbs stomped violently, and his body flew up, rushing straight towards the person who had destroyed his eyes, and the blade between its claws flashed with a terrifying coldness, cutting the air with a whining sound.

Yang Xuan always smiled at the corner of his mouth, shook his big hand, held the Fanchen pen, which was several times smaller, in his hand, and held it with his wrist, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's a lot more comfortable than before"

Immediately, he wrote hard, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and in an instant, a vigorous and heroic word "righteousness" appeared in the void.

The moment the words "pen and calligraphy righteousness, life and death return to the body" were formed, the true yuan in Yang Xuan's body poured down like a waterfall, and in just a short moment, nearly half of it had been consumed, so that his face was slightly pale.

The next moment, with a little pen tip, the righteous word turned into a golden streamer, and it was hit out blatantly, and then a loud explosion came, only to see the body of the beast flying out uncontrollably, and the front and chest of the skull, there were deep enough imprints faintly outlining a righteous word, and even the only remaining bloody eyes were a little broken, and if you looked closely, there seemed to be a crack looming, and the light was not as scarlet as before.

"It's so powerful...... Is this the true method of writing and writing?" Yang Xuan was surprised and shocked in his heart, the hardness of the body of this machine beast, he was deeply touched, it was really difficult to hurt by the sword, even if all the monks present attacked reasonably, they could only leave a white trace, and now, with just one move, he could leave a few inch-deep scars.

"It's just that this true yuan is too much."

Feeling some vain true elements in his body, Yang Xuan sighed.

"It's amazing, that trap beast is injured"

"What kind of trick is this? so sharp, and how can it shake the body of such a terrifying machine beast?"

"I have seen this move in the Wangtian Palace at the beginning, but the power is much weaker than now......

There were only a dozen or so monks left, and they all started to talk about it, and the surprise in their tones couldn't be suppressed, it was obvious that there was hope that this beast would be defeated, at least it would mean that everyone present could live.

Moreover, the three spiritual treasures on the stone platform are shining with a misty light, which is extremely attractive......

Everyone's eyes fell on it, the greed in their eyes almost turned into substance, and their footsteps moved inch by inch inadvertently, actually wanting to pocket the beast as soon as it fell.

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Yang Xuan took a deep breath and ran the Haoran Xuan Sutra, recovering the true yuan that had been lost in the previous move as much as possible.

Looking at the somewhat panicked beast at this moment, Yang Xuan smiled slightly, and the dust pen connected the dots, leaving golden ink marks from the void, "Meteorite"

With a light drink in his mouth, the right hand holding the pen was depicted at a fantastic speed in an instant, and above the main hall, a simple scroll overflowing with golden light was slowly presented, revealing a solemn atmosphere.

The small characters like stars pulsed, and as the strange esoteric strokes of the mortal dust, they suddenly fell, and a majestic momentum rose up, imprisoning everything in the field that was under the scriptures.

Sensing the threat, the remaining bloody eyes were restless, and they roared incessantly, and suddenly, bursts of blood burst out from their eyes, forming a spherical shield that enveloped its entire body.

Above the shield, blood flowed, looking majestic.

The next moment, the infinite fierce meteor fell violently, with the force of tens of millions of jun, and hit the blood-colored light curtain hard, making it tremble wildly, looking like it couldn't last long, and it was about to collapse.

Listening to the roar of the wailing beast coming from the blood curtain, Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he forcibly suppressed the feeling of inadequacy caused by the consumption of the true yuan, and the tiny mortal dust pen suddenly shook, stirring up a sharp pen shadow, and rushed straight towards the light curtain.

In an instant, the blood curtain was crushed by the powerful force of the falling star, and the speed of the pen increased dramatically, only to hear the sound of a foreign body shattering, and the imposing trap beast was silent, leaving a pair of dark and deep holes in the eyes.

"What are you doing?"

A sudden burst of shouting sounded from the field, but it was the angry shout of the fat man, Yang Xuan turned his head to look at it, and everything that happened in front of him made his brows furrow, and his face turned cold.

"Get out of the way, dead fat man, what does Lao Tzu have to do with Lingbao to you, why are you stopping us?"

There were three monks who looked at the fat man standing between him and the spirit gem platform, and scolded loudly, these three Yang Xuan had some impressions, seeing that the situation was critical, they were the most desperate, and they were the ones who contributed the least to attack the machine beast, maybe it was really because of luck, but they didn't fall here.

"These three spirit treasures are the trap beasts that Yang Xuan defeated, so this opportunity should be assigned by him."

"Hmph" one of the monks with the long knife snorted disdainfully, "That's too much, it's true that he defeated it, but everyone has their strength, if we don't contain it, he, Yang Xuan, can single-handedly shake the trapped beast equivalent to the realm of supernatural powers and kill it?"

"Yes, this spirit treasure belongs to everyone, and there are so many dead fellow disciples, he Yang Xuan is not qualified to distribute it"

"You ......" the fat man's tone trembled a little, "If it weren't for Yang Xuan, you wouldn't have died in Kong Dao a long time ago, and now you are still ashamed to say that he is not worthy?"

Speaking of Kong Dao, a trace of horror and panic flashed across the faces of the three of them, but they were immediately diluted by the greed for the spirit treasure in front of them, and they stalked their necks, and there was no trace of timidity.

"All in all, I, Zhao Chuan, am the first to disagree with Yang Xuan's allocation"

The man named Zhao Chuan, the two behind him responded at the same time, his eyes seemed to inadvertently glance at Yang Xuan, who was coldly watching the situation on the side, and saw that his face was pale, as if he had consumed a lot, and he was even more proud at the moment.

"Now, get out of the way, or the brothers won't mind letting you quit this trip to the ancient tombs"

The voice was cold, the fat man's face changed, his big hand was slightly clenched, and the three monks of the desperate realm said this, in terms of deterrence alone, it was not small, although the fat man had some means, it was also in a one-on-one situation, if the other party shot together, he would lose if he couldn't keep it, Yang Xuan's state must be extremely poor, and it seemed that it was not a small consumption to bind the trap beast before.

"Fatty, let them take"

Yang Xuan's words came slowly, the fat man hesitated for a while, and looked at him a little stunned, but he met the other party's playful eyes, and suddenly thought about it in his heart, and sighed extremely unwillingly, and turned around and left the stone platform.

The faces of the three people led by Zhao Chuan instantly swelled with pride, and they looked at the others with disdain in the attitude of a victor, "Hmph, you know the current affairs."

Saying that, the three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the ecstasy and greed in their eyes, and they all stepped forward in unison, looking at Lingbao, which was only an arm's length away, and the corners of their mouths twitched, "Haha, Lao Tzu took such a big risk, and he is finally going to succeed."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and landed on the light shield of the spirit treasure.