Chapter 1318 The Big Move Is Out of Control, the Power of a Sword

"If two ways fail, come to the third way!"

Yang Qingxuan snorted secretly, "The third generation of endless catastrophe! Come out, Black Flame!"

The fire source array in the dantian rotated, and the black flame mixed with ink was suddenly twitched, pouring into the meridians of the whole body, walking along the exercise route map of the Taichu Yanhuo Jue, and soon forced out from the fingertips.

This time, not only Yang Wuxin and Lu Yifan's expressions changed drastically, but even Yang Qingxuan himself showed a look of shock. After the black flame appeared, he rushed directly into the two flames and turned into a third color.

Yang Qingxuan only felt a trembling all over his body, the unbearable pain in the meridians all over his body, and the simultaneous manipulation of three flames had exceeded his limit, and he was about to lose control.

Purple, red, and black flames are constantly colliding, and sparks are flying out one after another, dancing wildly in the air, like multi-colored fireflies, bright and gorgeous, but where they danced, the air was burned into a deep black hole. mark.

Yang Wuxin's face darkened. Although he saw that Yang Qingxuan was on the verge of collapse, the dancing of the three flames gave him a sense of danger, as if as long as the three colors of fire formed a seal, he would be defeated.

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable and unwilling to believe.

Yang Wuxin said coldly: "Even if the sky is endless, you can't see it anymore! Go to hell, Miejian Chongyin!"

As he spoke, he slashed down with a sword.

A dazzling golden light rushes down like a long river, straddling the sky.

The sword intent filled the heavens and the earth, and its momentum was unstoppable, falling straight to the sky, as if it wanted to wash away the filth in the world and cut off all troubles and fetters.

"Whether you can see it or not is up to you!"

Yang Qingxuan let out a stern voice, forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, quickly formed seals with his hands, and the pattern of the Emperor's Flame Jue in the Sutra of Yan Huo in the Beginning kept appearing in his mind.

In the three kinds of seas of fire, there are seals constantly turning up, turning into golden brilliance and disappearing in the air.

The fire light and the sword energy faced each other far away, and before they touched, a powerful spiritual pressure shot out, almost tearing the entire hall apart.

The speed at which Yang Qingxuan formed the seal continued to accelerate, and it was difficult to control the three flames. If he could not form the seal of the emperor's flame, he would not be able to stop Yang Wuxin's sword at all.

Yang Qingxuan's face was extremely pale, and he was sweating profusely.

There was a sudden black light flashing between the eyebrows, a vertical eye protruded, and suddenly opened.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan only felt that the black flame in his body stagnated suddenly, as if it had condensed, and could no longer function for half a minute!

"what?!"

Yang Qingxuan was horrified, he clearly sensed the power of the pupil of the dark night, and he was in a panic all over. At this critical moment, the pupil of the dark night actually took a deep breath and suppressed his black flame.

Not only that, the other two flames, Purple Flame and Red Flame, also seemed to be exhausted in an instant, no matter how difficult it was to operate.

Yang Qingxuan's face was pale, and he watched helplessly that the Emperor Flame Seal, which was about to be completed, suddenly shattered in front of him, and with a "bang", it turned into sparks, whirling slowly in front, which was really beautiful.

Yang Qingxuan felt bitter in his heart, after all, his efforts fell short and he was about to lose.

Time seemed to stand still for half, Lu Yifan, Shi Yuyan, Du Ruo and others all opened their eyes wide in horror, as if they were going to rush over desperately.

But their expressions and movements, in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, were so slow, extremely slow.

Even Yang Wuxin's sword was slowed down countless times.

But even so, the vast Taixuan sword intent still poured down, trying to chop his body and the whole world into pieces.

"The pupil of the dark night, you Mahler Gobi, I have no grievances with you, why did you want to kill me!"

Yang Qingxuan felt a burst of unwillingness in his heart, and screamed desperately in his heart.

But his whole body was suppressed by the power of the holy weapon, and he couldn't resist at all.

"Hmph, I hurt you? If the old man wants to kill you, you can still live until now? Stop making noise! ​​This old man is saving you."

An old voice suddenly sounded in Yang Qingxuan's ear, with a cold and disdainful tone.

"You are...the Elf King?!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled wildly.

He still remembered this voice, the old man who fought with the mysterious man in the spiritual clarity, the man called "Elf King" by the mysterious man, was this voice.

Later, Yang Qingxuan tried everything possible to find the Elf King, but no matter how he drove the pupil of the night, he was still unable to find it.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment of this decisive battle, the Elf King would appear and would kill him with one hand.

"Save me? Did you save me like this?"

Yang Qingxuan said bitterly: "In the next moment, I will be smashed to pieces by Taixuan's sword intent."

The voice of the Elf King said coldly: "Do you think you are an undead body? If I hadn't cut off your fire source and forcibly suppressed you to cast the Emperor Flame Seal, you would have been burned to ashes by the out-of-control fire source. Even It is an undead body, and if you cast the Emperor Flame Seal casually, you will be reduced to ashes."

The Elf King seems to have a certain understanding of the Emperor Flame Seal.

But Yang Qingxuan had no intention of asking, and said dejectedly: "It is better to be annihilated by one's own supernatural powers than to be killed by the opponent's sword. Besides, although the manipulation of the three flames is not so handy, it is not to the point of death."

The Elf King sneered and said: "You underestimate the Taichu Yanhuo Jue. The Emperor Flame Seal is not something you can perform at your level. As for life and death, hum, a group of ignorant juniors, you will be fine for the time being. At least you won't die Under this sword, I don't know whether the big trouble will die or not."

"Big trouble? You can't even pass this sword, what more trouble is there?"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised. He obviously didn't believe what the Elf King said, because the sword had already fallen and was about to hit him.

Lu Yifan, Shi Yuyan and the others were already screaming in horror.

If a person dies, the whole world will return to nothingness.

For some reason, at this moment, Yang Qingxuan seemed extremely calm, without a trace of panic or confusion in his heart, quietly watching the sword fall.

Waiting for the golden giant sword to chop him and the whole world into pieces.

"boom!"

A strong sword wind fell in front of Yang Qingxuan and shook him, all the out-of-control flames were extinguished, and his clothes were blown away.

Yang Qingxuan looked at the sky in amazement, although Yang Wuxin's sword was slashed out, it did not fall, but continued to shatter in the air, leaving only a few wisps of sword intent.

Yang Wuxin was also horrified, looking at her hand in disbelief, not only the shape of the sword was shattered, but also the power in her body was also constantly passing away, as if there was a shocking power that suppressed him!

Yang Qingxuan was ecstatic, and said excitedly: "Elf King, is it your power? Strong, so strong! Quietly, I didn't feel anything, so I suppressed the opponent's Taixuan sword intent!"

"Hmph, don't get excited too early. Although I won't harm you, I don't intend to save you. I didn't do it. After the last battle with that man of the realm king, my strength was very weak. It cannot be suppressed from a distance."

The voice of the Elf King came faintly.