Heavenly God Mnemonic

After Yang Qingxuan was shocked, he landed on both legs and slid for more than ten feet before stopping.

The chest was hit hard by the grinding plate, and not only was Qi Jin wounded his internal organs, but the dense venom spilled on his body, making it painful like a knife cut.

But to get out from under the big grinding wheel is also a blessing in misfortune.

If Zuo Jun had been calm and calm just now, and slowly crushed himself with a grinding disc, he would really be overwhelmed, and eventually his true energy would have been exhausted to death.

"Yang Qingxuan, aren't you very hungry? Give me a little strength to slowly torture me! I want to magnify all the suffering I have suffered ten times, a hundred times, and impose it on you!"

Zuo Jun grabbed his left hand, the boundless poison gas mixed with the Yin spirit energy, condensed in his palm, and turned into a sickle.

As soon as the figure flashed, he appeared beside Yang Qingxuan, slashing down with an extremely tricky angle!

Yang Qingxuan was furious, and a feeling of danger emerged in his heart. Under the blow of the big grinding wheel just now, the situation of the battle was immediately turned down, and he was at an absolute disadvantage.

Moreover, when the surrounding Yin Spiritual Qi was not injured, he didn't feel any abnormality. At this moment, he felt that Yin Wind gusts, along with the poisonous gas, attacked his body.

Zuo Jun, on the other hand, is completely the opposite, like a fish in water in this yin aura, as if it were an inexhaustible source of strength.

The sickle fell, and the power was not much weaker than before. It can be seen that Zuo Jun's physical strength did not consume much.

Anxiously, Yang Qingxuan grabbed his right hand, Zhan Yao Duan Sword instantly stepped out, blocking it.

"Boom!"

The sickle hit the Monster Slashing, swaying circles of poisonous light, impacting Yang Qingxuan's body, and the Wuhun sword light was also suppressed.

"Broken sword? Ha, ha ha ha ha! I am so ridiculous, a broken sword of soul light? Is this your garbage martial soul? Ha ha ha ha!"

Crazy laughter sounded, Zuo Jun cupped his abdomen with his right hand, and burst into tears with laughter, "Laughter hurts my stomach, it turns out that the one who has been fighting with me is a piece of trash!"

"I still treat you as an official opponent. You rubbish, you don't have the qualifications at all!"

The smile on Zuo Jun's face narrowed, with a condescending posture, full of sarcasm and disdain, "The grandson of a garbage worker should be a garbage worker honestly, delusional to change his humble destiny. No more!"

The sickle turned slightly, jammed the monster killer, and slammed it!

The poisonous qi sword light shook away, and the soul light on the sword seemed to have been cut off. Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the spirit of spirit fell sharply.

"No! If this continues, it will really die! The difference in power is too great!"

Yang Qingxuan was anxious in his heart, and only felt that his spiritual consciousness was invaded by the poisonous gas, and he was in a daze. He bit his tongue abruptly, and then he became sober.

"Now the only chance to turn defeat into victory is to display the sixth sun! But in my current state, I am afraid that my body will be burst by that scorching sun before the six suns appear!"

"But if you don't try, there will be no chance!"

He has gone through hundreds of battles and has escaped countless times. Even if it is a ray of life, he will do his best to fight!

After taking a breath, he held the sickle with the sword in his right hand, and the true essence in his left palm, which began to condense the sun in his body.

Zuo Jun's pupils shrunk slightly, as if he had noticed something, he said coldly and mocked: "Oh, before Chi's death, do you want to shake the tree? The soul light of this broken sword is getting weaker and weaker, and it will soon dissipate. And Wuhun, the representative Once the martial artist's spirit, energy, spirit, soul, and mind dissipate, it means you are completely defeated by me!"

The sickle was pressed down again, and the sound of metal croaking "clank" was endless!

The soul light on the Demon Slashing Sword, like a candle in the wind, swaying in the light of a poisonous knife, like Yang Qingxuan's life, it will be extinguished at any time.

Wuhun represents the spirit, energy, spirit, soul and mind of the warrior!

Yang Qingxuan's pupils suddenly shrank, the Yan Yang Zhen Qi in his body suddenly dissipated, and a terrible light burst into his eyes!

Zuo Jun's words made him suddenly enlightened.

The spirit of martial arts is the manifestation of essence, energy, spirit, soul, and mind, just as the energy between heaven and earth is born from the essence and grows toward the heart.

"If this sword represents my essence, energy, spirit, soul, and mind, how could it be possible that there is only one soul light, and I lose to a scum trash like you!"

A sword glow suddenly appeared on the center of the eyebrows, emitting a purple infinite soul light, as if there were ten thousand sword shadows, flashing within an inch!

"Mingyue Taixuan is in the same photo, the sky is passionate, and the floating clouds are blowing snow."

"Sweep the universe in the universe, the world is the same, all will be turned into a sword."

Influenced by the power of the sword mound, the sword of demon slashing in his hand suddenly released his soul light.

"this is……!"

Zuo Jun opened his eyes violently, staring like a copper bell, "Soul light, there is one more soul light!"

I saw a second soul light bursting out of the sword, followed by the third and the fourth...

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Zuo Jun yelled out and said in horror: "Soul light is inherently fixed, how can it change?! You rubbish, don't you want to do some tricks in front of me! I'm not in the mood to play with you anymore, I just send you to the west. !"

When the sickle moved, it spread out in an instant and turned into boundless poison. Between his hands, it condensed into a big grinding wheel, and it was pressed down suddenly!

The Yin Ling Qi on the top of the mountain, under the influence of the Great Grinding Disc of the day, turned into a hurricane and converged on the Grinding Disc.

The wind is bitter, the poisonous gas is mottled, and the scene is so dense that it covers the sky and the sun!

Even Meng Rui and the others couldn't help but be shocked, their hands slowed down, all eyes squinted.

The millpan was filled with Yin spirit, and it was a bit bigger than before. Zuo Jun pushed his palms with both hands and shouted: "The descendants of garbage workers will always be garbage workers! Challenge the family will end in ashes!"

Yang Qingxuan held the sword in his hand, standing coldly, turning a deaf ear to the changes in the surrounding world, and Zuo Jun's roar did not catch any ears.

All minds are on that monster sword.

I saw that the sword body was as smooth as flowing clouds, and its upper cold light blood coat was intact, and the small characters engraved on it were finally revealed: Thousand Years of Wind and Cloud-Give it a smile!

The aura of Ling Jue Tian and Di, following the dialysis of these eight characters, came out like a dragon and phoenix screaming valley, the waves dispersed.

Yang Qingxuan was horrified, this sword was only transformed by a ray of dead soul in the body, and it had such a terrifying aura. It can be seen how convulsed the world was with this sword back then!

"Bearing on the shoulders of a peerless sword intent and immortal reputation, you are not willing to be lonely?"

Yang Qingxuan flicked his sword and shouted, "Sword Art!"

Then the wind roared, brought the air of the sun, and swirled around the body, just like the wind and fire, the whole person turned into a golden crow fire bird, facing the big grinding plate of the day, facing up!