Heavenly God Mnemonic

"No!"

Ye Tao and Ye Mingchuan shouted miserably at the same time.

Ye Mingchuan has even exerted his life's potential, and all his cultivation base broke out at this moment, and he retreated.

"laugh!"

The sword fell through, but the sword was violently shot, and went straight into Ye Mingchuan's body, dyeing his crotch red with a little blood.

"Wow!~"

Ye Mingchuan let out a howling wolf, and stepped back more than ten feet away, covering his crotch with both hands, tears came out.

Ye Tao also opened his mouth wide, his face was a bit pale, and he didn't know how the sword wound was.

"Ah."

Yang Qingxuan smiled indifferently, and said, "You have been abandoned below, so don't even think about marrying the princess. You should go home for dinner with your father earlier."

"what!!"

Ye Mingchuan screamed like a pig. He didn't know how he was hurt, but when he touched his crotch, it was blood and tears. He roared and charged up, "I want you to pay for it!"

Reaching out and grabbing, the electric spear emerged in his hand and pierced violently.

Yang Qingxuan raised his sword to block, with a "bang", he was shaken back seven or eight steps.

Ye Mingchuan himself was stunned, looking at the spear in his hand, the electric light flickered continuously, and he did not appear to be suppressed at all.

Ye Tao was also stunned, and said in a daze, "Isn't there a martial soul suppressing it?"

Yang Qingxuan touched the back of his head and said, "Sorry, I haven't mastered the method of Wuhun suppression yet. Each time you release the martial intent, you can only maintain five breaths. In fact, you used the martial soul to block the sword just now. It will be fine."

Ye Mingchuan: "..."

"Oh."

Wu Qiyue couldn't help covering her mouth and smiled, and said: "Why are you telling it, isn't this bullying? You have become bad."

"Ahhh!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Ye Mingchuan roared wildly, his entire face distorted and deformed. Jin Yu rose up violently, turning into electric spears to float around, the sky became extremely gloomy and depressed, and there was even thunder light in the clouds.

"Take my strongest blow, lightning and thunder, go to death!"

With a push of Ye Mingchuan's palms, countless electric spears pierced away instantly, like a thousand lightning strikes.

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. This was Ye Mingchuan's furious blow. It was even more powerful than before. When Fighting Ghosts turned in his hands, he exuded a mighty sword intent. Twenty-three swords appeared around him, slashing at those electric spears!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of dazzling sword qi electric lights burst, and countless lightning bursts, the sound of metal collision, intertwined into a gorgeous picture.

But Jianmang didn't support it long before he was quashed by thunder and lightning. Electric spears continued to hit Yang Qingxuan, bursting blood.

The people around were shocked and watched nervously. Under the thunderstorm, Yang Qingxuan was completely weak.

This is the crushing of the realm, breaking the ten thousand magic with one force, and suppressing it purely with the cultivation base.

Yang Qingxuan's face was gloomy. Although those electric spears hit the body, their physical body was strong and could hold it. He kept counting the time in his heart, and he still had a chance to release his martial spirit suppression, but he had to wait for the opportunity.

"Is this physical training? After so many times, the blood flowed, and the momentum was unabated."

The students around were all watching in amazement. Yang Qingxuan was quickly struck by lightning and turned into a blood man, but he still swung his sword and slashed at those electric spears, showing no sign of defeat.

Ye Mingchuan was furious and roared: "Impossible! Impossible! How can you, rubbish, stop my crit!"

"Armored Electric Spear-Break!"

Countless electric spears gathered in his hand and turned into a jade-colored spear, almost condensed into substance, and slammed down, "Die!"

Yang Qingxuan was full of blood, always guarding his breath. When the electric spear fell violently, the martial soul flashed at the center of the eyebrows, and a domineering coercion spread away. At the same time, the figure moved, the sword spirit of the **** fighting ghost rose, straight Cut away.

"A little bit of spirit is shining!"

The sword light slashed, and a bit of morning light broke through the thunder, shattering the sky and shattering the lightning.

"Do not!"

Ye Mingchuan suddenly felt the martial arts stagnant, and immediately understood that the other party was exerting coercion, and hurriedly withdrew his hand under the horror, his infuriating spirit burst into a punch!

"Boom!"

The fist light condenses all the cultivation bases of Ye Mingchuan Dzogchen, hitting the morning light, tearing the morning light apart!

Yang Qingxuan's face sank, and he forced his way up against the fist wind, his skin split like a tortoise shell, and his lonely figure walked through the fists.

"You...you are crazy!"

Ye Mingchuan trembled all over, and inexplicably huge fear surged in his heart. The figure was bleeding step by step, but the pace was firm and steady, without any hesitation.

Wu Qiyue trembled: "Yang Qingxuan..."

Within the blue eyes, Yang Qingxuan's physical condition can be clearly seen, the true energy is condensed on the big sword, the flesh is almost shattered under the fist, and the bones begin to burst.

This is the absolute crush on the realm!

"That is……"

Worried, Wu Qiyue's blue eyes suddenly froze, and in front of Yang Qingxuan, blue scales began to grow on her body.

As soon as the scales came out, they immediately blocked the fist, making it difficult to destroy the flesh.

There are five scales in total, soaking in a pool of blood on her body, it is difficult to see, but she cannot escape her blue eyes.

Wu Qiyue trembled, and her heart shook wildly: "Dragon scales! Oh my god, why are there dragon scales?!"

Her blood accelerated, and the boss with her eyes open, the five sparse scales covered Yang Qingxuan's body. After reading it carefully several times, she was indeed the real dragon scale!

"Is it Qingyang Wujing?"

"The spiritual creature condensed by the law in the legend, once held the existence of this sky star field-the true dragon, the masterpiece left behind!"

"Can Qingyang Wujing be able to cultivate into a dragon body?"

"Impossible! The true dragon is the head of all spirits. Only the laws of heaven and earth can be condensed, and it is impossible to cultivate up. What is going on?"

There was chaos in Wu Qiyue's mind, and she couldn't understand Yang Qingxuan's changes at this moment.

On the ring, Yang Qingxuan's eyes were cold, and he faced his fist. He didn't know the changes in his body, but felt that there was no pressure. When he jumped forward, he raised his sword and slashed!

"No! Impossible!"

The boss with staring eyes, Ye Mingchuan roared wildly, his true martial arts full blow, was completely held by the opponent, and even deceived him!

Looking at the big sword falling like a shadow, a breath of death spread in my heart, and he cried frantically: "No, don't kill me! If you kill me, my father will surely start a war between the two countries!"

But where did Yang Qingxuan care about him, his cold eyes were full of killing intent.

"Boom!"

The big sword slashed on Ye Mingchuan's chest, and a splash of blood shot out like a fountain.

All of them opened their mouths and looked in shock.

Ye Mingchuan was slashed by the big sword, and his body flew out at the same time, and fell to the ground fiercely, sliding out a scarlet bloodstain.

Deathly silence all over the room!