Chapter 1207 Kunhe Temple, Grand Sword Intent

At this moment, Xu Yanyu dared to confirm Yang Qingxuan's cultivation.

Among the seven disciples of their Kunhe Temple, only he is the early emperor, and the other six are all small and great, how can they stop Yang Qingxuan's sword!

"Bastard! Hurry up and kill him!"

Xu Yanyu's eyes were about to burst, the violent aura in his body soared, he suppressed the fear, and the folding fan in his hand rose again, a wind blade covered it, and the whole world surged.

Countless soul lights merged into the precious fan, and the shadow of a ferocious beast appeared in the sky above.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were as bright as water, and he was unmoved. He always held the sword gracefully, with his left hand behind his back, as if walking in his own courtyard and reciting poems.

"I don't understand Zhuang Sheng's sound of nature, but there are male and female in Gang Dao."

It was another poetic sound, accompanied by a turn of the sword, and swiped towards the remaining two disciples.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan is united with the sword and is in an extremely delicate state. With every move of hand and foot, every sound of a sword can be said.

His Kuaizai sword intent is almost at its peak at this moment.

Wu Lin was even more stunned. Such a terrifying sword intent and movement skills, even the fellow disciples in Xuanxiao Jiangque, couldn't possibly achieve it.

It's not that Xu Yanyu and the others are too bad, but this person in front of him is too terrifying!

"Who the hell is he?"

Wu Lin stood there in a daze, her blue eyes full of confusion.

The blue-toothed ghost's face contained an extremely complicated formation, which even her blue eyes couldn't see through.

Wu Lin didn't dare to push Qingyan too much, so as not to arouse the person's resentment and discomfort, which would be detrimental to her in the end.

Moreover, her heart was beating fiercely. The person's movement and sword intent in front of her perfectly blended with the voice of the poem, almost like Taoism, which made her heart beat inexplicably.

The remaining two disciples of Kunhe Temple wanted to urge Huang Fu to escape, but when they heard Xu Yanyu's killing order, they all gritted their teeth and shouted: "Don't underestimate us!"

One person exerted his potential to the limit and punched him.

The other person took out a bronze spear and stabbed wildly at it.

Both of them are in the middle stage of the celestial position, and under the same hatred and hatred, they have brought their potential to the extreme. The space was "rumbled" and exploded, and the powerful aura pushed them madly.

"Boom!"

But the strength of joining hands had no effect at all. The whole sky was cut open by Haoran's sword intent, and the two disciples were cut off to the chest, and fell down from the sky without regret.

"Ah? Ah!!"

Xu Yanyu became even more crazy, desperately urging his martial soul and the heavenly treasured fan, and he was the only one left to die in the Kunhe Temple, which made him explode in an instant.

Even in the fight with Xuanxiao Jiangque, such a tragic situation did not occur.

They are the Temple of Kun He, one of the nine superpowers!

Finally, terrifying energy gathered in the air, the precious fan was fully opened, and an ancient strange beast roared in the storm. Xu Yanyu poured all his strength into it, desperate!

"Go to hell! Crush the world!"

"Boom!"

The storm surged violently, and under this power, the earth burst open, and terrible cracks continued to spread around.

Until now, Yang Qingxuan remained indifferent, silent under the sword intent.

After killing the last two disciples of the Kun He Temple, he raised his sword intent, took a step forward, and stabbed at the boundless storm.

At the same time, read the last two sentences, "A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of blissful wind!"

Yang Qingxuan's martial soul trembled in the center of his brows, and the powerful sword intent began to spread from his body, as if there were endless sword souls contending, all pouring into Fighting Ghosts and Gods.

Boundless sword intent lingers between heaven and earth, cutting into the storm!

"Boom!"

The entire storm split instantly, and a lingering sword intent shot up into the sky, sweeping the sky with mighty aura!

"Oh no!--"

Xu Yanyu screamed, his body exploded together with the precious fan, and was blown away by the sword force, completely disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan shrank his pupils, recovered from the awe-inspiring sword intent, and stared at the fighting ghost in his hand.

It seemed that beheading the seven people of Kunhe Temple in an instant was just an insignificant matter.

In fact, Yang Qingxuan really didn't think it was so important. On the other hand, the Ghost Fighting God in his hand was constantly shining with soul light, and it seemed to be much stronger than before.

It's like a broken sword soul is repairing itself.

"Really...is it being repaired?"

Yang Qingxuan stood there in a daze, looking at the sword in his hand.

When he finally unleashed that bit of arrogance, thousands of swords rang out in the sword mound, and infinite power poured into Fighting Ghosts and Gods, as if awakening the remnant soul sword.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, and thought of the ghostly night walk buried deep in the sword mound, that terrifying ghost sword was only transformed into a ghost, so he still dare not use it indiscriminately.

It seems that there are still many secrets in the Taixuan Sword Tomb, which he has not understood.

"Thank you for saving me."

A pleasant and pleasant voice came, soft and soft, very comfortable to hear.

Wu Lin was opening her eyes wide, looking at Yang Qingxuan without blinking, those blue eyes were so clear and lovely.

And Yang Qingxuan swallowed inexplicably, why is the front of this little loli so big?

He immediately put aside his distracting thoughts, smiled slightly, and said: "Don't stare at me, even if your blue eyes are not cultivated enough, you can't see through my mask."

"Oh."

Wu Lin blinked her eyes, and her black pupils returned to normal, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Because Qingyan is the inherited Dharma Eye of the witch family, it has many different abilities, and there are differences in strength and weakness.

Wu Lin is the number one genius among the descendants of the Wu family, otherwise she would not have participated in the Martial Arts Forum at such an age, her talent is much higher than that of Wu Qiyue.

And Wu Lin's blue eyes are a rare perfection among the younger generation of the Wu family, possessing almost all the power.

Under the peeping just now, Wu Lin had seen Yang Qingxuan's appearance clearly, and thought to herself: "He looks so good-looking, why does he still wear a mask?"

Yang Qingxuan asked suddenly: "Qiyue...Wu Qiyue...is she okay?"

Wu Lin was taken aback, and said in surprise, "You know my cousin? Could it be, could it be that you came to participate in the martial arts debate because of her?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "So you are her cousin."

Wu Lin nodded heavily, and said, "Cousin, I don't know what happened, she was crushed under the cliff of Mingshen and suffered!"

Yang Qingxuan's whole body shook, he clenched his fists violently, and murderous cold burst out from his eyes.

Wu Lin was startled, but she couldn't help taking a step back, and said in surprise, "What are you going to do?"

Yang Qingxuan thought to himself, after all, Wu Qiyue is the daughter of Wu Xian, and she would not harm her, so she felt a little more at ease. At the same time, she also thought about why Wu Qiyue was crushed under the cliff of the god of death, and it was probably related to herself, so she couldn't help but feel sad. guilt.

Yang Qingxuan said: "You help me tell Qiyue that with a little inspiration, I will definitely win the championship of this martial arts competition!"

That day at Tiancong Academy, he realized the sword himself and created this move. It was the name Wu Qiyue gave him. As long as he said it, the other party would naturally understand.