Heavenly God Mnemonic

The two made thousands of moves, and Yang Qingxuan's body was hit by sword energy from time to time, and blood marks were drawn out, making defense more and more difficult.

At this moment, the sky was full of stars, gleaming on the blue night, and shed with the moon.

In the bamboo forest, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, turning into an aperture, reflecting the stars and the moon, and now and then disappear.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Another series of sword lights struck each other, bursting out many sparks, and Yang Qingxuan had a few more sword marks on his body.

Ding Yuan's sword intent became more and more cheerful, like a dense silk net, shrouded in an inevitable.

"Boom boom!"

Yang Qingxuan made more than ten swords in succession, and at the same time stepped on the sword step to retreat, only to carry this sword attack.

"Impossible! Everything in the world has a Tao, unless I merge with the'Tao', it is impossible to be without flaws, but my sword intent is too low to find his flaws."

Yang Qingxuan was full of depression, and the more he fought, the more tired he had to admit that the opponent's sword intent crushed him, and he could not find a breakthrough at all.

After fighting for a few more hours, the stars in the sky began to retreat, and the sky became deep and dim.

Ding Yuan completely took the initiative, and the gap further widened.

Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng also became nervous, knowing that the outcome was about to be divided.

The two looked up at the sky, the Milky Way gradually faded, and all the brilliance was dissipating. It was the darkest moment before dawn, and Yang Qingxuan was afraid that it would not be able to make the dawn.

"The one hundred and seventy-three strokes!"

"The one hundred and seventy-four strokes!"

Ding Yuan suddenly yelled, and said, "Fight against me. If you can exceed 10,000, you are already proud enough. Within 30 moves, the winner will be known!"

After a day and a night, tens of thousands of sword moves, the two knew each other's sword intent.

Yang Qingxuan has also reached the end of the battle. The thirty strokes Ding Yuan said are very conservative numbers. Because Yang Qingxuan's tenacity has repeatedly exceeded his estimates, it has given a very reliable range.

In the eyes of Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng, let alone 30 strokes, Yang Qingxuan's ability to support ten more strokes is the limit.

"Oh shit!"

Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth and cursed, gathered the long sword back, and circled the front to protect the vitals.

"boom!"

Ding Yuan slashed down and smashed his sword ring apart. Yang Qingxuan burst his mouth and retreated several steps.

Ding Yuan shouted: "It's over!"

Another sword chased and cut, endless, endless.

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

Ding Yuan was immersed in this cross. For more than 30 years, all his comprehensions were done in one move. Thousands of sword lights came like a wave.

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the sword was enlarged in his eyes, dismantled into countless sword moves.

The strokes of ten large characters flashed through the mind like lightning, and at the same time the three characters "fighting ghosts and gods" appeared. The strong and domineering sword intent seemed to pour from the sword grave.

The sword moves Yang Qingxuan uses most are the "Fengyunqi" and "Tianleijing" in the three wind and thunder styles, but without the third style, the whole meaning of wind and thunder cannot be fully presented.

At this moment, the stars retreat, the sky will break, and the whole world is plunged into endless darkness.

Ding Yuan's sword is like a thunder that cuts through the long night, separating the world from the earth and turning the clouds to see the sun.

A little Mingwu flashed through his mind in an instant, five fingers volleyed and grabbed, and the ghosts and spirits broke through the sword tomb and fell into the hands.

A sharp sword intent spread from it.

With the divine sword in hand, Yang Qingxuan danced a sword flower, "One style rises", "Two styles thunderstorm", "Three styles...", he stood holding the sword.

Under the sway of the whole person, he was concealed into the boundless darkness, and even the sword did not have the slightest luster, as if he had always been one with the night.

Ding Yuan was shocked suddenly, his eyes closed violently, and he shot out shocked eyes.

At this moment, the person in front of him seems to no longer exist. The enemy he faces is not a person, but the whole night before dawn!

Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng were shocked at the same time, sensing Yang Qingxuan's sword intent, almost blending with the ink of the world.

Qing Buli lost her voice in amazement: "Take advantage of the situation!"

Yang Qingxuan's eyes suddenly opened, like two stars in the darkness, and said coldly: "Take my last sword and determine the victory or defeat, the third type——"

"The river is gradually falling and the stars sinking!"

Fighting ghosts and gods drew an arc in the air, and the sky filled the sky with awe-inspiring aura, happily like the wind, and endless nights condensed at this moment, appearing behind Yang Qingxuan, as if the entire world was just a reflection of him.

"Boom!"

The two swords intersected and a piece of sword energy spread.

Ding Yuan's sword is like the dawn of dawn, finally suppressed by darkness, Yang Qingxuan's sword is the ink color of the endless sky, completely crushing the ray of hope!

"Boom!"

The two sword intents exploded, and the mighty air swept the world, but the moment they exchanged glory, the two spewed a mouthful of blood at the same time, and each flew out.

Large tracts of bamboo were destroyed, and countless bamboo leaves were drawn into the sky, falling colorfully.

Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng, the two of them stared blankly at the scene before them. At the moment where the sword qi converged, there was still a clear trace. Ding Yuan's sky had broken, the morning light was rising, and Yang Qingxuan's side was still dark.

The sword intent of the two was violent, and the sky was opened!

"Guru."

Lu Jiangpeng swallowed hard and said, "Who, who won?"

With the last sword, he didn't even see the outcome.

Qing Buli also opened his mouth wide, and said after a while: "It doesn't matter who wins and who wins."

Lu Jiangpeng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what he meant. It was enough to see Yang Qingxuan's talent to fight Ding Yuan to this extent. The outcome was indeed not important.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and the first ray of sunlight came over and fell in the forest, adding warmth.

Qing Buli looked up at the sky and said, "In the entire North Five Kingdoms, no one can stop his rise."

Ding Yuan stood up from the bamboo forest, without a trace of blood on his face, his mouth cracked, and blood flowed to the fist bone on his right hand holding the sword, and then dripped to the ground.

Yang Qingxuan was also uncomfortable, his robe had long been turned into a blood robe, and he sat on the ground, bracing his body for a while before standing up.

The two were tens of feet apart, staring at each other.

Ding Yuan said suddenly: "You won."

Yang Qingxuan shook his head and said, "No, you won. Even if the sword pulled back the situation in the end, it still failed to defeat you. I lost."

Ding Yuan sighed: "Under the battle, in the crisis, he realized such a terrible move. With the help of the power of the world, no one can match this talent. At this moment, your sword intent is no longer under me. Fight again. If it does, I have no chance of winning. So in the end, I lost the competition."

Yang Qingxuan said solemnly: "Dean Ding's sword intent is so powerful that I feel ashamed of it."

Ding Yuan sighed and said, "You don't need to be humble, the entire North Five Kingdoms, even Xuanye Continent, will be your world. Alas, I am old after all."