Heavenly God Mnemonic

"How can it be?!"

Ding Yuan trembled, staring at each of Yang Qingxuan's swords carefully, for fear that he might miss the slightest.

These ten characters had been swung for ten days, and as the last sword ended, Yang Qingxuan stood with his hand in his hand and sighed again.

After that, he stood there quietly, full of melancholy.

"What are you sighing for?"

Ding Yuan finally couldn't help it, came out of the void and flew down in front of the Yutai.

Yang Qingxuan sighed: "I can't master this sword scripture. I have been comprehending it for almost three months, and it is only at the current level, and there are fewer and fewer things to be able to comprehend, so it is difficult to improve."

Ding Yuan spurted out a mouthful of old blood, his eyes spurted with boundless anger, wishing to cut him with a sword!

It took him nearly thirty years to realize this level. It took him only three months, and he was still dissatisfied, and he had a desire to kill!

He brushed his sleeves and shouted: "Look at the sword!"

A bright and shining sword fell in his hand and pierced it.

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, his pupils flared, and the sword move Ding Yuan displayed contained exactly that domineering sword intent. Knowing that he was in the test of his own, he couldn't help but delight in his heart. The Victory Sword came out and greeted him.

"boom!"

The two swords shook, and the same sword intent spread between the two, shooting all around.

Ding Yuan suppressed his power in the early stage of Zhenwu, and this sword was actually evenly divided.

The two of them changed their faces, joy and anger, each flew away, once again displayed their sword arts, and greeted them.

"Bang! Bang!"

After a few tricks, the terrifying sword intent rippled in circles, appearing all around.

The jade platform, rubbing paper, and even the barren stone, all under the hands of the two, gradually disappeared and returned to the bamboo forest.

The sword flew in chaos, the large tracts of bamboo were cut off, and the bamboo leaves were swept into the sky by the sword qi, and turned into leaf rain, which was scattered down.

Yang Qingxuan's swordsmanship was so swift and violent that he pierced Ding Yuan's eyebrows, but he turned abruptly halfway, cutting off his left shoulder.

Ding Yuan shouted: "Good come!"

The body shook slightly, and then avoided the sword, and then counter-stabbed a few moves, one sword was faster than one sword.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to insist, and took a few steps to resolve the sword move.

When Ding Yuan immediately gained the upper hand, he refused to let go, and rushed forward. The sword intent was noisy like rain, and the small string was like whispers, fast and slow, which made people unable to figure out.

Yang Qingxuan was frightened, and could only cope with it by playing fast and cooperating with the sword footwork.

If Ding Yuan suppressed him with the strength of the original Martial Realm, it would be normal to lose it, but at this moment Ding Yuan also suppressed his cultivation in the early stage of Zhenwu and was able to gain the upper hand, which made Yang Qingxuan dissatisfied.

"A bit of awe-inspiring breath, a thousand miles of breeze!"

The sword of Shengxie shook, and a sword flower swayed and turned into ripples, and there was a wailing sound on the sword, disturbing the heartstrings.

"it is good!"

Ding Yuan gave a big compliment, and it was also a sword swing, open and close, and smashed down in the air!

"boom!"

The sword light shook, turned into a sword wind, and the robes of the two blowing people flew up and down.

Ding Yuan's sword was relatively wide, and with a fierce pressure, Yang Qingxuan retreated several steps.

Just as the two met, two people appeared silently in the sky, Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng, both staring at the battle below with full of astonishment.

"How is it possible? Yang Qingxuan is only slightly weaker than the wind, this, this..."

Qing Buli was dull and speechless for a long while.

Lu Jiangpeng's eyes were full of brilliance, and he was shocked: "It's terrible. Under the same cultivation level, facing the number one swordsman in the North Five Kingdoms, he can hit hundreds of moves unbeaten."

Qing Buli said, "Ding Yuan's sword intent is still stronger than Yang Qingxuan's, but this..., this is too absurd, how could Yang Qingxuan's sword intent be so strong?"

"Genius, this is a genius!"

Lu Jiangpeng said excitedly: "In only three months, he has mastered the sword intent that Ding Yuan could only master in 30 years!"

Yang Qingxuan and Ding Yuan had already fought to heat up, and the vast bamboo forest was mostly destroyed. They were surrounded by sword spirits, and the two of them fought faster and faster.

Every time Ding Yuan went down, it was like a number of swords, which was suffocating quickly.

Yang Qingxuan was pressured to breathe, and only felt that there were sword shadows all around him, all the time, every sword enveloped his body's key points, and he could only keep swinging his sword to resist, and at the same time dodge his footwork. May be hurt by the sword.

The two fought thousands of moves, Ding Yuan's advantage continued to expand, Yang Qingxuan fell into a disadvantage, feeling exhausted, only defense was left, and there was no counterattack.

At this moment, the sun is slanting to the west, the moon is on the horizon, and the sky above the head turns dark blue, but within the bamboo forest, the sword glow is like a snake, and it is like thunder and sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The frequency of the double-sword fighting was also getting faster and faster. Both of them were pale and spent a lot of real energy. As the sky turned dark, the wailing of the Shengxie sword continued, and Yang Qingxuan became a little impetuous.

"This old man's swordsmanship is completely natural, fast as lightning, sword intent, and flawless. He has obtained the essentials of the sword and completely overwhelms me. It seems that he will lose."

Yang Qingxuan sighed in his heart and admired Ding Yuan again. He immediately eliminated the thoughts of victory and defeat in his heart, and concentrated on fighting. There was nothing in his eyes except the sword accident.

After removing the impetuosity and calming his mind, his sword power became more stable. Although he could not break through the suppression of Ding Yuan's sword intent, he was able to advance and retreat defensively for a while and would not lose.

Yang Qingxuan was depressed, but Ding Yuan was even more depressed and wanted to hit the wall.

I originally thought that a very simple battle could be won with dozens of moves at most, but I didn’t expect to fight for a few hours and dismantled thousands of moves. It was only gaining the upper hand. Although Yang Qingxuan’s sword intent is not as good as his own Wang Yang’s will, it is also The rhythm is extremely strong, like a circle, and can't get in at all.

After dismantling more than three hundred moves, Ding Yuan also realized that this was a difficult match. Without thousands of moves, it was impossible to tell the winner.

So he also calmed his mind, maintained his advantage, and continued to expand his advantage.

As the sky turned dark, the two fought four or five thousand moves. Yang Qingxuan’s defenses became smaller and smaller, and he stepped into danger several times. He escaped from the danger by relying on strange body methods, but he was also smashed into pieces by the sword energy. Butterflies flutter.

Qing Buli asked, "Elder Lu, how long do you think Yang Qingxuan can hold on?"

Lu Jiangpeng's expression was groaned, he glanced at the sky, and sighed, "I'm afraid it won't be able to support it."

Qing Buli nodded and said: "You and I have seen the same. Actually, Yang Qingxuan's swordsmanship has no flaws at all, otherwise Ding Yuan won't be too long to attack. If he loses, he will lose to the immersion of sword intent. After all, there is no Ding Yuan. ."

Lu Jiangpeng's eyes lit up and said, "Ding Yuan is the number one swordsman in the North Five Kingdoms. It is incredible to be able to reach this level at the same level."

Qing Buli nodded, agreeing with his point of view.