Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Hey."

Ding Yuan smiled suddenly and said, "After playing for so long, Yang Qingxuan finally became enlightened."

Everyone knew that he was the number one swordsman in the North Five Kingdoms. There must be a reason for what he said. Qing Buli asked: "What does Ding Yuan brother mean?"

Ding Yuan said: "Yang Qingxuan has a deep understanding of sword intent, and Zuo Heng's sword intent is also very powerful, and his cultivation is better than Yang Qingxuan. Therefore, it can only be used to the extreme in fast characters. If one party cannot keep up, it will be cut immediately."

Just as Ding Yuan said, after Yang Qingxuan increased his sword speed, Zuo Heng obviously became anxious, and the range of sword glow began to shrink.

And under the night of the Hundred Ghosts, every sword has ghosts and wolves howling, and the evil scene of purgatory appears, disturbing people's minds.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With the extremely fast sword speed, the frequency of the double-sword fighting became endless, and Zuo Heng retreated again and again, and he began to bleed, obviously unable to keep up.

"Chih! Chih!"

Suddenly, a large number of vines grew from the array, entangled Yang Qingxuan's feet at once, and spread up and down the body, wrapping around his head and hands.

The corner of Zuo Heng's mouth raised a grin, and a sharp sword came.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, entangled by the vine, and immediately slowed for a half a beat, and the vine was full of poisonous thorns, which had a paralyzing effect on his body, which made him react slowly.

"Wuhun?!"

Yang Qingxuan reacted instantaneously, the suppression of martial arts emanated from the center of his eyebrows, and those vines "cracking" were peeled off from him, and Hyakki Yexing hurriedly stood in front of him.

"boom!"

Ye Ting Chun Yu hit Hundred Ghosts on the night, and the slashed Hundred Ghosts howled, Yang Qingxuan retreated two steps, and when he took the third step, a large number of vines rose from the ground, entangled his feet, and caused his body It was unstable and fell backward.

And Zuo Heng's sword came out again.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed Bai Gui Ye Xing and blocked it, and at the same time pinched the Jue with his left hand, a piece of sword aura scattered from his body, cutting the vines to the point.

"boom!"

It was another strong blow, as if a mountain fell horizontally, it shook his tiger's mouth numb, and he flew back until he hit a chess piece, then his body trembled and stopped.

I only felt the qi and blood in my body surging, and the skin entangled by vines still felt numb.

"Sure enough, your martial soul suppresses it, and it must be a certain period of time after it is cast once."

Zuo Heng stretched out his red tongue, licked his lower lip, and said grimly: "After figuring out this pattern, you will be completely safe."

He stretched out his left hand, opened his five fingers, and a strange power appeared in his palm. It was a mark of martial soul, forming a zigzag, a poisonous vine with thorns.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed slightly, and he jumped up.

Wherever he stood, and the chess pieces behind him, countless poisonous vines burst out, chasing them in the air.

Yang Qingxuan really gasified his wings, and flew straight up six to seventy feet, and then the poisonous vines stopped, like long snakes, dancing in the air.

"The attack range of your martial soul is sixty feet."

Yang Qingxuan made an accurate judgment at the moment.

Zuo Heng laughed wildly: "Haha, what if you know? Could it be that you can always fly in the air and can't get down? Besides, even if you can't get down, I can go up!"

He jumped up, turned into a streamer, raised his sword, and slashed upwards.

And from the limbs of the body, a large number of poisonous vines also poured out, following the sword qi to strike directly.

Yang Qingxuan sullenly, with the sword power together, the Hundred Ghosts walked away madly. And seven or eight sword souls appeared all over his body, turning into a sword world, slashing towards those poisonous vines.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The two fought fiercely in the air, with swords in the air.

But Yang Qingxuan was distracted by the other swords, and Hyakki Yexing's slashing speed couldn't increase, instead he was pressed and beaten by Zuo Heng and kept backing away.

"laugh!"

A poisonous vine broke through the defense of the sword world and wrapped around Yang Qingxuan's legs, like a poisonous snake, moving upward.

Fortunately, he had practiced physical skills, but he felt that his skin was numb, and he was already very toxic when he changed to an ordinary martial artist.

Yang Qingxuan grabbed a sword in his left hand and cut off the poisonous vine.

Where did Zuo Heng miss such a good opportunity, listening to Chunyu slashing down at night, he flew Yang Qingxuan out with a "bang", throwing a blood line in the air.

Yang Qingxuan sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, and that night listening to Chunyu's powerful sword power rushed into his body, splitting the muscles and meridians of his body like a knife, and the physical function began to be destroyed.

Not only that, the Hyakki Yakou in his hand, the ghostly spirit on it, were almost beheaded, and there was no spirituality on the sword.

"Sorry."

Yang Qingxuan let out a long sigh, he knew that these sword souls were all exquisite swords in his lifetime, and because of his limited strength, he couldn't exert their powerful powers, causing the sword to be humiliated.

"Haha!"

Zuo Heng laughed wildly and said, "This battle has finally come to an end."

He was entangled with poisonous vines and a face full of gloomy birds. As a winner, he raised his sword at Yang Qingxuan and said coldly: "As long as you kneel and kowtow in front of me, I can forgive you not to die."

Wu Qiyue's face was cold, she watched quietly, without any expression.

"Hehe, Zuo Hengxian nephew is really magnanimous. At this time, he can still think of forgiving the other person. The so-called benevolent is invincible."

Wang Qing laughed loudly, with a relaxed look on his face.

Zuo Ming also breathed a sigh of relief, hehe smiled: "This kid, I don't know who I learned from. Humanity and righteousness are good, but in the face of the enemy, you still have to kill them all." A trace of cruelty passed across his face. color.

Su Yu and others were silent.

Su Ying said angrily: "Brother Qingxuan will never lose!"

Wang Qing smiled and said, "Hehe, the princess is still too young and too arrogant. I remember a sage said that objective existence is not shifted by human will. Although the princess is eager to see Yang Qingxuan, the cruel reality cannot be changed. what."

Su Ying bit her lip and said coldly: "The game is not over yet, just keep your eyes open. Blindly commenting can only make you superficial."

Wang Qing's face turned pale, and all the upper empires were present, so being confronted by a little girl made him very faceless, but if he refuted the past, it would offend the majesty of the royal family. After a cry, I stopped talking.

On the court, Zuo Heng sneered and said: "Why, you can't pull down on your knees? Hehe, my original intention was to smash your face and let Qiyue know who she should really care for."

Yang Qingxuan calmed down for a while, smiled coldly, and said, "Er Shou is sick?"

Zuo Heng was dumbfounded, then furious, and roared: "Dog thing that doesn't know whether to live or die, go to hell!"

The powerful Zhen Yuan exploded from the body, and the sharp sound of breaking through the sky was heard from the spring rain at night, which was so dazzling that you could not open your eyes.

Countless poison ivy rushed up from the body, entangled with the sword power, and was squeezed and rotated by the air wave.