Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, touched his face, and muttered to himself: "Yang Qingxuan, Yang Qingxuan, in the end, you can't hide from the kiss, or did you not even want to hide?"

Smelling the fragrance of the girl in the room, the residual medical power in the body reappeared.

Yang Qingxuan's cheeks blushed, and he hurriedly suppressed the evil fire with luck, and went into the closed chamber.

After Jingjing's trouble, it took Yang Qingxuan a lot of time to calm down.

Begin to recall the battle with Ding Yuan, every move and style reappeared in his mind, let him disassemble, think about and understand each move and style.

Five days later, the tens of thousands of moves the two had fought, all went through in my mind.

Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the colorful light appeared in his palm, and a big blue sword fell into his hand, and the three characters "fighting ghosts and gods" seemed to be condensed.

Yang Qingxuan pinched the sword art in his hand, tapped his index finger on the void, and gestured: A bit of awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of wind!

The ten golden characters remained in the void, and the light on them skyrocketed, and a sword intent rose up, like a white mist, like a transparent curtain of air, suddenly pushed in all directions.

And where the sword intent passed, it was like a thousand swords, compared with the sword intent radiated by the three characters "fighting ghosts and gods".

The two groups of white qi fought in mid-air, intertwined like a horse training, Yang Qingxuan's ears seemed to have the sound of weapons clank, like thousands of troops and horses, not giving way to each other.

After a while, the cross sword intent in front of him gradually fell, Yang Qingxuan pointed up and wrote again.

The ten characters this time have changed a little from the previous ones. The strong place, the lofty mountain, the soft place, the soup is like running water, the hardness and the softness are combined, a little bit less killing and a little more calm.

The three characters "fighting ghosts and gods" were immediately suppressed by the sword intent of the cross, and they began to kill each other, and became much gentler.

After another moment, Yang Qingxuan pointed and wrote again, and the ten characters were completed in one go, happily like the wind, and completely integrated with the spirit of fighting ghosts and swords, like rivers and rivers converging into the sea.

Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed, the fusion sword intent was several times stronger than before, like a Wang Yang arrogant, wandering between the body and the sword.

He stretched out his hand to grab the big sword, jumped up, displayed the wind and thunder three styles, and gestured in the secret room.

Every stroke is drawn, leaving a blue sword track in the air, with colorful rays of light gathering around the sword track. After dozens of swords, the ten characters are finally written, a breath of righteousness, happy as the wind, blowing Come.

Yang Qingxuan was full of joy, looking at the ten characters, the more pleasing he looked, and he was unsatisfied. If he fights Ding Yuan again at this moment, he is confident that he will not lose again.

With a thought, Yang Qingxuan immediately left the bedroom. The sky was as cold as water, the moon was sparse, and the black magpie was flying south. He was overjoyed and hurried to Shenyin Mountain.

After a while, he rushed to the top of a mountain, the bright moon hung high like a mirror, but the sky full of stars was drooping, overlooking the earth, sitting cross-legged on the top of these mountains, under ten thousand stars.

The lonely figure quickly melted into this boundless night.

A little bit of time passes, everything is silent, only the stars, on the established life track, never stop running.

Gradually the stars retreated, the bright moon dimmed, clouds and mist gathered and scattered, and the sky became deep.

Suddenly on the top of the mountain, two bright star-like eyes shot into the sky.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

The endless night turned into his back in an instant, and the cyan blades together drawn a colorful neon in the sky, piercing the endless starry night.

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

With a sword, the stars faded, and disappeared in the sky, the bright moon lost its brilliance, escaped into the clouds, the whole world fell into endless darkness, hazy, and the world was suppressed to the extreme!

"Day and night, one sword, the star falls, the moon falls, not enough, not enough, not enough, there should be another sword!"

Yang Qingxuan cried out in his heart. At the moment when the world changed, he sensed the rules and realized the pattern of "the river gradually falls, the sun sinks," and he cuts the stars and the moon back.

But day and night converge, and the moon sets, but in a flash, a ray of morning sun breaks through the sky and turns into a beam of light, shining on the earth.

Following the morning light, Yang Qingxuan's pupils were slightly widened, and his blessings were at his heart, and he instantly had enlightenment.

The blue sword pierced out at once, and instantly turned into a colorful neon, running across the night sky.

The dawn seemed to be shattered by sword light, and turned into golden radiance, spreading across the earth.

Then the clouds broke through the sky, and the rays of the sun shone down, the night disappeared like smoke, dawn came, flowers bloomed and birds sang, and the sky was pure as washing.

"A good move to cut back Xingyue, and another good move to break the sky. You can actually feel the changes in the world, and create two original sword styles, which is too powerful."

A nice sound of praise came.

You don't need to turn around to know who it is. Only that peerless beauty can have such a beautiful voice in the world.

Yang Qingxuan retracted the sword and said with a smile: "You are here, I'm just lucky, and suddenly my blessing and heart are coming, and I realized it."

Wu Qiyue wore a light blue dress, like an elf in the Cangshan Mountains, unreally beautiful, she smiled: "Luck is just chance. Everyone has chance, but not everyone can catch it. Do two tricks have names?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "The first trick is called'the long river gradually falls, the dawn and the stars sink'. It is an extremely depressive sword that is realized when the stars and moons gradually retreat and the earth plunges into endless darkness. And the second method is that clouds break through the sky. Chop the darkness and bring infinite light, and the sword of hope that has been realized will call it'a little bit of spirit illuminating the world'."

"A little bit of spirit is shining!"

Wu Qiyue's eyes lit up, and she admired: "A good name not only contains the meaning of your blessing and soul, but also contains the meaning of this sword illuminating the earth, which fits the meaning of this sword."

At this moment, the morning light fell and fell on the top of the mountain. The two of them were bathed in the morning light and looked at each other.

Gentlemen and ladies, poetic and picturesque.

Yang Qingxuan smiled suddenly and said: "Why are you here?"

Wu Qiyue said: "After you returned to the academy, I have always wanted to find you, but you are practicing swords and retreating."

Yang Qingxuan curiously asked, "How do you know that I am here?"

Wu Qiyue smiled faintly, and the green light flashed across her eyes, and said: "I have a talent for supernatural powers-blue eyes, can take care of Chen Huan, it is very easy to find you."

Yang Qingxuan was full of curiosity, thinking of the magical powers brought by that drop of demon blood, it seems that there are many ways in the world, and it is different.

Wu Qiyue said solemnly: "I came to you this time because of the Qingyang Martial Scriptures. This is related to a big secret treasure."

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and said: "It's a secret thing, go back to my bedroom and talk, lest there be ears on the wall."

In Shenyin Mountain, countless martial artists practiced, and the talents of martial souls are diverse and impossible to guard against.

Wu Qiyue nodded.

At the moment, the two went down the mountain together and went back to Yang Qingxuan's bedroom.

Just swiping his card to enter, a faint fragrance hits, and the room is refurbished again.

The two sisters, Wen Wen and Jingjing, were sitting and drinking tea. When Yang Qingxuan came back, they were all overjoyed and greeted them.