Heavenly God Mnemonic

The pillow didn't respond, and suddenly rushed up, turning into a stream of light, and hit Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan looked at the exquisite patterns on it intently, and was caught off guard. He didn't react until the pillow reached his eyes, and hurriedly put his hands in front of him to defend.

"Boom!"

The pillow was hard, Yang Qingxuan's five fingers hurt, and he flew out against the ground.

"So strong!"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He was the flesh body in the late stage of the qi stupefied stage. He was hit by the pillow and his hands were numb, and he almost lost consciousness.

As soon as the pillow was released, the surrounding monsters seemed to get nervous, and they surrounded it, very crowded.

Yang Qingxuan slid more than ten feet away, with both legs sinking into the sand, then stopped and just retreated to the edge of the circle.

Behind him was a mushroom-like monster with a soft body, blue eyes flashing blue, and red vines wrapped around his body. Electric arcs continuously burst from the vines, which seemed very dangerous.

Suddenly the body of the mushroom monster shrank and became a little smaller. The bright red vine rose from the body, whirled in the air, and beat it down like a whip.

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, turned around abruptly, and flew backwards.

The demonic energy on the vines was extremely strong, giving Yang Qingxuan a sense of invincibility, and the electric light flowed, "cracking" and dissipating, the power is not under Du Ruo's thunder.

These monsters are all terrifying, and he can't handle them at all, so he can only bite the bullet and move back.

But the vine whizzed like lightning, and it caught up in an instant, turning into a circle and hitting his body.

"Mom, deceive people too much!"

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and the martial soul mark on the center of his eyebrows flashed, Monster Slashing immediately appeared in his hand, drew a sword light, and cut it over!

"hiss!"

The sword light is like electricity, fire, and shadow, and it exudes a strong sword intent, spreading around the body like a barrier!

"Fuck!"

That seemingly terrifying vine, under this sword intent, was directly broken into tens of millions of pieces and fell.

"Wow!"

"Woohoo!"

As soon as the Demon Slashing Sword came out, the surrounding monsters made a stern sound, and they dispersed, and the circle surrounding Yang Qingxuan immediately expanded several times.

The mushroom monster murmured even more. As soon as he shrank, he retreated to the monster group, went back, and did not dare to show his face.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, looked down at the sword in his hand, and was shocked.

The sword was shining brightly, the spiritual energy flickered, and the eight small characters were even more energetic, as if the sword **** of the world came back to the earth, stimulating all the power of the sword.

"What's the matter, this sword seems to be able to exert its peak power!"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised and delighted, all the monsters around showed fear, and it seemed that he didn't need to die.

Suddenly his eyebrows frowned, and the sword-shaped martial soul was imprinted with golden light, like a strong golden glow from the blazing sun, and huge power continuously poured out of it.

A sharp ray of light came from Yang Qingxuan's pupils, a sea of ​​sword souls, and the earth buried in the sword suddenly appeared in his mind, as if to forcefully break out of the air from within that martial soul seal!

Sword tombs trembling majestic in the boundless earth within the soul seal!

At this moment, a powerful force volleyed from the monster group.

The huge ancient bronze hammer that gushed out of the cracks in the yellow sand before, exudes supreme majesty, smashing layers of air, like a small mountain, slamming down!

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, and the surrounding yellow sand, under the awe and prestige of the sledgehammer, immediately dispersed, a piece of raging sand rolling, unable to see.

The blood in Yang Qingxuan's body was churning fiercely, and the hammer had not hit him yet, just the force of coercion was about to crush him.

"It's just a hammer, what a madness!"

Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth abruptly, and the sword intent of the Demon Slashing Sword continued to emerge, giving him tremendous confidence.

"Sword Art!"

As soon as the long sword was lifted up, the terrifying sword gang suddenly radiated, as if a dragon chant came from the sword, and it rushed straight into the sky!

"Boom!"

A blue light flew out of the Demon Slashing Sword, and it really vacated the dragon, smashing the pressure of the hammer, and hitting directly!

"Really transformed into a dragon?!"

Yang Qingxuan, the boss with both eyes open, under the sword gang of the Demon Slashing Sword, the coercion of the hammer has long disappeared, and the heroic spirit of a peerless swordsman fills his chest.

The sword-qi dragon slashed on the bronze ancient hammer, and with a loud tremor, the countless runes on the hammer were shattered.

The whole hammer was shaken hundreds of feet high by the sword power, the spiritual energy was lost, and the majesty did not exist.

"Roar!"

With a roar of the beast, yellow sand rushed up all around, and the sand condensed into golden fists in the air, thousands of them.

At the same time, Bailing screamed for nine days.

The big bird monster's wings spread, and the whole body's scales are like a sharp sword hung on the body, all exuding bursts of chills, pointing directly at Yang Qingxuan.

There were also more than a dozen huge monsters that rose into the clouds, all of them raised their weapons, held them with both hands, and slammed them down.

Thousands of various monsters followed the howling of ghosts and wolves, rushing up together, the porcelain pillow and the mushroom monster also followed.

Yang Qingxuan's scalp was numb for a while, but the sword intent that kept pouring out of the Wuhun Seal continuously boosted his confidence!

"Although the sword mound was shattered by the demon monkey, the inheritance of the sword is preserved in the sea of ​​my consciousness intact. As long as I keep practicing, one day, I will be able to completely restore this martial soul-Taixuan sword mound."

Yang Qingxuan calmed down, holding the Demon Slashing Sword and waiting in a serious array. The sharp sword intent shot out from the heart of the eyebrows and turned into a sword shape around his body. It was the Taixuan Sword Tomb that broke through the grave. Peerless sword!

A powerful sword with a handle, suspended around the body, lined up longingly, "Fen Ji", "Love Parting", "Peacock Feather", "Zhan Lu", "Gu Chen"...

Since the ages, the infinite universe, all the dead swords, have been transformed into the heroic soul of the sword here!

Feeling the magnificent power of those swords, Yang Qingxuan's bloodline is stricken, a cloud of heroic aura, and shouted: "Inherited to the sky, the souls of the sword intent of countless strong people, under the inspiration of my martial soul, all are reborn !"

In the Taixuan Sword Tomb, the sword tombs were broken open, and Yang Qingxuan was inspired to break through the air.

The terrible sword intent spread across the yellow sand.

Hundreds of peerless swords cried out, suddenly bursting out a powerful sword intent, led by Yang Qingxuan Sword Art, flew in all directions!

Those monsters hit halfway, and before they came close, they all stopped, suddenly turned around in fright and fled, crying and howling.

The Thousand-Hundred Golden Fist that Yufeng Monster melted with yellow sand was like a paper window, and it shattered when it was crushed by the sword intent.

The big bird covered with scales also made a sharp howling sound, and hurriedly spread its wings before fleeing away.

But the sword intent is like a sea, extending to the boundless earth.