Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan's figure stagnated, and was immediately wrapped in a huge coercion. He even couldn't stand a little, so he hurriedly tapped the tip of his sword to stabilize his body.

Xu Weilong's palm was still dozens of feet away, and he already felt the power of destroying the world, making it difficult for Yang Qingxuan to move forward.

On the Yunxu ancient battle platform, not only the ten thousand swords collapsed, but also the ancient battle platform itself collapsed piece by piece, or was lifted up and turned into powder.

The entire universe, under this palm, plunged into darkness.

The eight heavenly monarchs guarding the ring, each with numb scalp, quickly pinched their hands and broke into the enchantment.

The eight layers of light were glued together, and the defense range was instantly expanded. The people on the sea of ​​clouds were slightly calmer, but they still showed fear.

Dong really had an extremely complicated mind. Under this palm, he directly thought of the ending of the sky's theory of martial arts.

No doubt Yang Qingxuan would die, Xu Weilong's body shattered, and it seemed that he was going to die. In this way, only the third Zhong Jie became the first, and he was also an alien.

This session of the Cangqiong Wushu that I presided over is probably the most tragic one since the second generation of the Emperor, and it will surely be recorded in the human history in the form of humiliation.

Dongzhen's heart is extremely bitter.

In the Hall of Glory, Lu Yukui's face was grim, and huge beads of sweat rolled from his temples. Even if he was the realm king, he would have to withstand the suppression and backlash of the laws of heaven when he did such a thing against the sky.

"The world king..."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes condensed, but at this moment, his heart became extremely peaceful.

At the moment of life and death, all the past, like scrolls of pictures, are played back in my mind.

Countless pasts, countless lives and deaths, came from hundreds of disasters, defeated every genius, and walked here from a low-level plane, relying on a Taoist heart that never admits defeat and never gives up.

On this martial road, the footsteps have never stopped.

Not in the past, not now, nor in the future.

Yang Qingxuan raised his foot, met the palm of the realm king, and moved forward again.

"No one can stop the road under my feet, neither can the Realm King!"

Hyakki Yexing dragged sounds and sparks on the ground, and suddenly rose off the ground.

Yang Qingxuan raised his hand, slashed out with a sword, and shouted: "Come out, Ghost Venerable!"

"laugh!"

The sword light is like a rainbow, across the vast sky of magic power, like a spring thunder, trying to awaken the dim earth.

The ghost image on the sword suddenly became solid, opened his eyes abruptly, and merged with the sword body, his hands were quickly printed out, and he greeted that palm!

Around Yang Qingxuan, the pressure of destroying the heavens and the earth suddenly diminished, and a gloomy ghost aura broke out and turned into a huge ghost talisman, colliding with Wanliu return to the sect!

"Boom!"

A terrible force swept away, going to the world.

Hundreds of thousands of pairs of horrified eyes saw a green sword light rising from the ancient battle platform of Yunxu, expanding continuously, cutting away this mighty and mighty dark world!

At the same time, Wan Jian contended again!

The tombs of swords broke open, and the sword energy rushed into the sky, like the stars in the eternal night, flashing all over the sky, and then merged into that ghost sword.

"Boom!"

Xu Weilong's palm of the realm king was completely blocked by this sword!

The sword energy scorched into the sky, spreading from Yang Qingxuan's hands, illuminating the bright universe!

"what!!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds and within the void, all the eyes projected on this ancient battle platform of Yunxu were all pale in shock.

"What is that? It actually blocked the Realm King's palm!"

The ghost fire slowly in his eyes, shooting a terrible green light, revealing endless cruelty and grinning, staring at Xu Weilong, who is full of horror, as if to see through the owner behind him.

"Only the power of a star realm king is not enough for the deity to see! Let me drag you out to see the real body after the three corpses, who is it?!"

Gui Zun roared, and accompanied by Yang Qingxuan's sword energy, he rushed forward and grabbed Xu Weilong's chest with a palm.

Thousands of ghost charms whirled from the palm of the palm, half of their arm plunged directly into the void, trying to find out the real murderer behind the scenes!

"Puff!" Lu Yukui spit out a spit of blood in the glorious hall, and said in horror: "Sir, the Emperor!"

After Gui Zun had swallowed the remnant soul of Mo Tu and Jun Yan, he had just restored the strength of the realm king, which was not scary.

However, Gui Zun had the comprehension of the Lord of the Thousand Realms, while Lu Yukui was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, and his power was cut off seven or eighty-eight, and he was haunted by the haunting ghost spirit.

The gloomy power turned into a giant hand in the Hall of Glory, grabbing at Lu Yukui, to carry him over.

A cold light flashed in Yang Yunjing's eyes, and he said coldly, "Sword Spirit? Humph!"

With a light snort, he lifted his right hand and shot a bit of sword energy from his fingertips, hitting the huge palm, instantly smashing all the shackles on Lu Yukui's body.

And the sword light did not decrease, circled in the air, and then shuttled in the direction where the ghost was coming.

"Boom!"

On the ancient battle platform of Yunxu, a touch of golden light flew out of Xu Weilong's body, hitting the ghost, cutting his entire upper body into two!

"Ah! No, it's Tai Xuan sword intent!"

Gui Zun screamed, and could no longer maintain his state, instantly collapsed, turned into a little bit of aura, and returned to the sword.

Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled wildly, and without the ghostly yelling, he had already sensed the identity of this sword intent, which was many times better than what he had learned from Yang Wuxin.

Today, there is only one person who can display such a terrifying Taixuan Jianyi!

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, a golden light flickered, and he looked in the direction where the sword aura came.

I saw in the Mingming Void, it was dim, completely unclear.

And Xu Weilong's body began to shatter, and the connection with the person behind him began to be severed.

Yang Qingxuan wanted to find the person behind the scenes, fearing that there was no hope anymore.

And at this moment, Xu Weilong, who was about to collapse, suddenly opened his eyes, a terrifying red glow, like a sea, turned into a thunder-shot, and instantly rushed into Yang Qingxuan's mind!

"Don't think that if you block the palm of your seat, you will be able to survive! This seat wants you to die for the third watch, and you will not survive the fifth watch! Even if you reveal your identity, this seat will kill you on the spot today!"

"Thrilling!"

In the Hall of Glory, Lu Yukui spouted blood again, his face pale as paper.

After being injured one after another, he forcibly activated the secret technique and used it one last time before Xu Weilong's body was completely shattered.

Xu Weilong's physical body had completely collapsed, and was about to turn into **** debris, and could no longer withstand any strength. Lu Yukui seized this last line of contact and wanted to crush Yang Qingxuan's spirit sea consciousness and push him into a dead end!

Lu Yukui pinched a weird rune in his hands, and the ripples in his pupils spread, and countless tiny runes whirled around. It is the secret technique of spiritual attack in the dusty tombs—thrilling!