Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, the terrible sword aura was like a dragon and a python, and it was unavoidable to slam down.

The sword mark on the center of his eyebrows flashed, and more than ten swords appeared, forming a sword world, protecting him.

At the same time, fighting ghosts and gods held them in his hands, and saw a light and shadow change around the big sword, and the river gradually fell and the sun fell and the stars fell!

"Boom!"

That night, the sword light of the spring rain hit the sword world, pressing more than a dozen swords to tremble, and the sword world made a "crack" cracking sound. It was finally broken, and the river was gradually falling. The awn burst open.

Hundreds of broken sword auras shot out, like a rainbow, from the center of the explosion, shooting in all directions.

The students around were scared and hurriedly backed away, and many people took action to block the broken sword aura.

There were also people who couldn't bear it, were cut out of internal injuries, and had bleeding from the corners of their mouths.

But in any case, it is much better than being involved in Fu Zhuo's trick, leaving no bones.

Yang Qingxuan stood in the center of the explosion, and the sound of slashing was heard from the fighting ghosts. The powerful sword power shook him back several steps, and the arm holding the sword was numb.

"So strong!"

"The blow just now, I'm afraid it is infinitely close to the original Martial Realm!"

In the restricted area of ​​the red line, many teachers and guards also talked in low voices, full of shock.

Chen Bo snorted coldly and said: "The sword in Zuo Heng's hand is really familiar."

Wang Qing stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The sword is worthy of a hero, and the night listens to Chunyu with Zuo Heng. Fang is well deserved. If someone else holds this sword, he can only cast it secretly."

Zuo Heng stood holding the sword and said coldly: "Originally, I didn't need to use this sword to deal with your scum. But I don't want to see your disgusting appearance anymore. I wish I could smash you in minutes, so just Use this sword to send you to the west."

Zuo Heng poured True Qi into the sword, and as the invisible artifacts flowed out, the surrounding space began to be distorted, and even he himself appeared to be deformed.

Yang Qingxuan's face was dignified. He knew that it was not Zuo Heng that was deformed, but the light around Zuo Heng's body was distorted along with the space, so the light reflected in the eyes, and the image of the human body looked like it was distorted.

"go to hell!"

After Zuo Heng's gas was stored, the space around him was twisted to the extreme, and he burst out suddenly, turning into a long snake and slashing down.

And the force of the twisting space stretched straight in an instant, producing a huge spatial shock, pressing down like a mountain.

On the entire Chuhe Han boundary array, there was a "buzzing" bronze sound, trembling at a very high frequency, and it seemed that it was difficult to withstand the power of this sword!

Yang Qingxuan also felt the danger, and the cold light flickered in his eyes. This sword carried a double attack of slashing and suppression, and the huge space bounced over, pressing him hard to move!

"what!!"

Yang Qingxuan roared, a glazed light burst out of his body, his body was like jade, and he slammed into the formation with a punch!

"Boom!"

The huge force blasted on the array, causing a counter-shock, disrupting the power of the spatial shock, and the two chaotic frequencies were intertwined. The pressure of the whole body receded like a tide, and freedom was restored at once.

At the same time, both hands grabbed to the sides, and the two chess pieces flew up, rolling towards the sword energy.

"Boom!"

Yang Qingxuan controlled the chess piece with both hands, hit the sword light, and exploded.

The chess pieces smashed by the sword qi exploded into countless metal fragments, shooting down like a meteor.

Although the sword aura was blocked for a while, and the power was reduced, there were hundreds of flowing swords, and the momentum was even more terrifying.

"I- fuck!"

Yang Qingxuan cursed secretly, and the light of the sword print on the center of his eyebrows rose sharply, and the Taixuan Sword Tomb was forcibly transformed. A piece of the sword world spread out, and countless swords flew out, turning into sword light defense, superimposed together, guarding the surroundings.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The flowing sword made by the fragments of the chess pieces hit the sword world, radiating bursts of light.

Countless swords in the sword world are constantly disillusioned, and new swords are born after they dissipate, maintaining the enchantment indestructible.

"What kind of martial soul is this?"

In the restricted area of ​​the red line, everyone looked at it with solemn expressions, capable of producing Martial Soul suppression, at least a king-level existence, and its implication is very terrifying in the entire North Five Kingdoms.

Wu Qiyue and Dai's eyebrows frowned, and she thought to herself: "Always let him pay attention, but still displays the sword tomb in the public. If it is recognized, it will be troublesome. But Zuo Heng's strength is good, I don't want to use it. Wuhun will win, it's really difficult."

"Boom!"

Ye Ting Chunyu's sword power finally slashed on the sword world, and countless swords burst open and destroyed. Yang Qingxuan only felt that the center of his eyebrows was about to be torn apart, and the pain was unbearable. He clenched the fight against ghosts and gods and leaned in front of him.

"Boom!"

The sword light slashed on the fighting ghost god, pressing him back and forth, the powerful sword aura spread, and thousands of wounds were drawn on the jade-like skin, but not deep, many of them healed directly.

After the sword light dissipated, Yang Qingxuan looked a little embarrassed, and there were dozens of deep wounds on his body, bleeding from it, looking shocking, and his chest was violently ups and downs, and he was gasping badly.

"Haha, these two swords cut beautifully."

Wang Qing laughed and said, "Nephew Zuo Hengxian deserves to be the number one master among the younger generation."

Zuo Ming also stroked his beard and laughed openly: "Haha, Brother Wang Qing, don't kill him anymore, dare not be, dare not be, haha."

"Guru!"

Listening to the flattery of these two people, many people swallowed their saliva and muttered in a low voice: "This is too unfair, right?"

But they were all muttering privately, no one dared to say it out loud.

On the court, Zuo Heng stood with a sword, looking at Yang Qingxuan coldly, and said: "You have taken two swords, you are proud of it."

He raised his hand, listening to the spring rain at night like a white horse, exuding a stern glow, chilling to the bones, "I want to see if you can hold a few swords."

He pinched the sword art, suddenly his expression changed, and a tiny gap broke out in the space in front of him, and a terrible breath came out from that gap.

"That is……"

Zuo Heng was slightly startled in his heart and became alert. Suddenly the gap widened, and a terrible sword light burst out, rushing out!

"what?!"

He raised his sword and stood in front of him. With a "bang", his arm was numb, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

And the crack in the void is still getting bigger, and the terrifying sword intent rushes out like a spring tide.

Wu Qiyue's face changed drastically, her eyes stretched out and blue eyes turned, staring at her.

Suddenly, she trembled all over, only feeling cold in her hands and feet, and she was shocked in her heart: "A terrible sword has appeared..."

I saw countless black qi gushing out of nothingness, turning into thousands of ghosts, neighing and dancing wildly, where the black qi is most dense, a bit of cold light flashes out like stars.

"Om!"

Together with the cold and light, they broke through thousands of ghosts and burst out. I saw a wide, pitch-black sword hovering in the void, with a hideous skull at the end of which was surrounded by ghosts, and blood seemed to flow from the groove.

Four terrifying characters are engraved on that smooth sword: Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!