Chapter 1415 Little People, Knock Down the Dust

Around Yang Qingxuan's body, formations emerged one after another, the heavenly formation, the earthly formation, the ice formation...

The ten killing formations were all transformed in an instant.

Under the impact of the eight-door sword formation, they were broken and solidified, superimposed and combined with each other.

The ten formation talismans on Yang Qingxuan's body were fully activated, thousands of formation talismans were born and died, exuding a strong killing intent.

"Boom! Boom!"

Under the impact of the Eight Gates Sword Formation, the Ten Absolute Formation continued to shatter.

Yang Qingxuan tried his best to make formulas, and when they were broken, they were condensed again, and the formations were filled up one after another, relying entirely on the accumulation of tyrannical essence.

Soon the ten formations were connected together and turned into a giant formation like a city, surrounding it to block all the sword energy.

"Oh, this kid is messing around. That's not how the Ten Jue Formation is played. However, he has transformed into a formation with his body, and he only has a mid-stage cultivation base of Kongfa. It is not bad to be able to achieve this level. And the formation on this kid The technique and purity of the engraving pattern are very good, although it is far inferior to mine, even the master of the ten palaces of Jinbie Island may not be able to do it, it is strange, who helped him engrave the formation pattern?"

Zhang San rested his chin in one hand and pondered.

Yang Wuxin stared at the vast formation like a city, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "This formation can only block sword energy, can it block my Taixuan sword intent? Die!"

Yang Wuxin continued to strike into the Eight Swords, the sword patterns on the center of the eyebrows were flying in the air, and the power of the Martial Soul was urged to the extreme.

Eight sword sounds trembled from the arena, and eight sword qi danced in the air like a dragon, slashing one after another on the ten-jue formation.

"Boom! Boom!"

The vast formation continued to tremble, and the terrifying Taixuan Sword Intent pierced through the Ten Jue formation, enveloping Yang Qingxuan and tearing his body apart like a wind blade.

Yang Qingxuan hurriedly took out a Daowen Dan and threw it into his mouth, swallowing it.

Borrow the power of the elixir to comprehend the essence of this sword intent.

A dao pattern melted on the skin, like scales, covering Yang Qingxuan's whole body.

Taixuan sword intent impacted on his body, merged with that pattern, and was absorbed into his body in an instant.

Yang Qingxuan pinched the seal with his hand.

Those sword intents inhaled into the body continuously turned into sword talismans, and finally flowed into the eyebrows, resonating with the Taixuan Sword Tomb.

That feeling is like the spring rain nourishing all things, and the ten thousand swords in the sword tomb are induced, gradually emitting golden brilliance.

"Hahahaha! Die, die for me!"

Yang Wuxin was still laughing wildly, seeing that the repair speed of the ten Juezhen formation could not keep up with the collapse, he attacked like crazy.

On the eight divine swords, the sword intent is as vast as the sea, and the sword energy traverses the world.

Yang Wuxin was in the center of the sword, exuberant like a god, with endless killing intent bursting out of his eyes.

"The garbage from the lower planes can never be level with me. At any time, as long as I want, a thought can knock you back to your original shape, and go back to a puddle of mud!"

Yang Wuxin let out a loud roar, spreading his hands by his side.

The eight sword qis suddenly merged in the air, and struck down under Yang Wuxin's seal!

"boom!"

"boom!"

The vast and powerful sword qi, shaking ten Jue formations are constantly shattering.

The blood from the corner of Yang Qingxuan's mouth overflowed like water, and the front of his body was already wet.

But he still made a tactic with both hands, motionless, comprehending the sword intent.

Yang Qingxuan knew that if he lost this opportunity, he might not have another chance, because the Taixuan Sword Chapter must be in the hands of the Emperor, and he was not Xuantianji, so he didn't have the ability to grab it.

If one day I have the ability to grab it, maybe I don't need this sword chapter.

Therefore, it is his only chance to learn from Yang Wuxin!

Yang Qingxuan yelled, and spit out another mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and big beads of cold sweat rolled down like beads.

The Ten Jue Formation recovered slightly, but was quickly dispersed by the Eight Gate Sword Formation, and it was about to collapse.

Yang Qingxuan raised his eyes, showing anxiety.

Comprehending the sword intent, and mastering most of it, if you give him half a stick of incense time, you can master it all.

But at this moment, let alone half a stick of incense, I am afraid that it will be difficult to hold on for half a breath!

"Boom!"

The entire Ten Jue Formation collapsed at once.

Yang Wuxin's pupils shrank suddenly, and she shot a bright light of excitement, laughing wildly: "Hahahaha, go to hell!"

Grabbing it casually, a blue sword beside him fell into his hand, and a powerful and vast sword intent surged out, tearing apart the surrounding space!

"it's over!"

Yang Wuxin let out a sinister laugh, and slashed across the air with a sword, splitting all the chaotic power from the shattered Ten Absolute Formation. The figure flickered and landed in front of Yang Qingxuan, stabbing down fiercely with the sword.

"laugh!"

The cyan sword was inserted into Yang Qingxuan's body and passed through his chest.

"what!--"

In the sea of ​​clouds, countless screams sounded, and everyone opened their eyes wide in horror.

Shi Yuyan and Wu Qiyue almost fainted, their faces pale as paper.

Yang Qingxuan's friends, Pan Haixing, Lance, Huaqing Hualing, even Zhong Jie, Gong Shuqing, etc., all showed expressions of shock, their eyes widened, and they couldn't accept the scene in front of them.

"Boss! Boss dodge, dodge, why don't you dodge!"

Pan Haixing screamed like crazy, tears rolling down his face.

"finished?"

"Is Yang Qingxuan defeated? Or is he going to die?"

"Why didn't he dodge this sword? With his strength, he should be able to dodge it!"

In the sea of ​​clouds, violent arguments sounded, all of which were inexplicable sorrows in their hearts.

Yang Qingxuan has come from a low-level person in a low-level plane step by step to today, just like all the small people above the sea of ​​clouds.

Without a strong background, without a lot of resources, everything must be fought and won by oneself.

The acquisition of each spirit stone, each pill, and each exercise book is full of sadness and difficulty.

What Yang Qingxuan represents is the dream in the hearts of all the little people, stepping up from the bottom step by step, reaching the top ten, the top four, and even the first place like a comet.

And it was such a small person who was no match for the son of the emperor who was born with a strong background and was born to step on top of everyone.

The hope in everyone's hearts was completely cut off with Yang Wuxin's sword, and their hearts fell into the abyss.

"Is the fate of a person unchangeable after all?"

In the hearts of countless little people, they felt dejected.

"Trash, I said that I will beat you back to the garbage dump with my own hands, don't worry, I will not kill you quickly, I will first destroy your martial arts foundation, and then torture you to death little by little, let you know Offend me!"

Viciousness flashed in Yang Wuxin's eyes, and he was about to pull the cyan sword out of Yang Qingxuan's body when his pupils shrank suddenly, and he found that where the sword pierced, there was a golden radiance flowing in the blood.

"this is……"

Yang Wuxin's complexion changed drastically. Although he didn't understand what it meant, he felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. He was about to pull out the sword with his right hand, but suddenly a big hand grabbed it, and his five fingers were firmly grasped on the hilt, locked tightly. live.

"you……"

Yang Wuxin was horrified, Yang Qingxuan was already covered in blood, with his head down, he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

At this moment, a terrifying sword intent suddenly burst out from Yang Qingxuan's body.

Accompanied by that, there is also the soul power that crushes everything like a ruler in the world!

"Today, it is you who will be driven into the dust!"

"what!--"

Yang Qingxuan suddenly raised his head and roared, his eyes shining with golden light.

No matter how hard it is to suppress the Martial Soul Seal between the eyebrows, it erupted like a volcano, and then the sword intent was like a sea, covering the entire world!

There was a violent roar on the arena, and it continued to shatter, and the sword graves seemed to tear apart the space, descending on the sea of ​​nine heavens!