Chapter 1416 The Mystery of Taixuan Sword Tomb

"What? What is this?!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, everyone was terrified.

Looking at the sword tombs coming from all directions, there are peerless swords inserted upside down, like the tombstones of countless unrivaled powerhouses, spreading awe-inspiring sword intent.

In an instant, the sword mound tore apart the entire Nine Heavens.

That immense coercion shrouded everyone's hearts like a haze, and they felt the impact of the sword.

"Taixuan Sword Tomb, this is the real Taixuan Sword Tomb! My God, how could this happen?!"

"Yang Qingxuan is also a member of the Yang family?"

"Compared with Yang Wuxin's so-called 'Taixuan Sword Tomb' just now, it's completely different!"

"Who among them is the son of the emperor?"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, hundreds of thousands of people exploded, each one stunned by the scene in front of them.

The face of the person in the star palace changed drastically, and the shock in his heart was no less than anyone else.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were like stars, staring at Yang Wuxin, shot a cold light, and said with a sneer, "Thank you for giving me the Taixuan Sword Intent. This thing that originally belonged to me has finally been returned to me."

Yang Wuxin was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that she took several steps back and said in horror, "This is...!! No! Impossible! Impossible! This is impossible!"

Yang Wuxin roared as if he had seen a ghost, his eyeballs popped out, as if his spirit had been greatly stimulated, he roared: "I am the Taixuan Sword Tomb! My martial soul is the Taixuan Sword Tomb! You It's a fake, you're a fake!"

Yang Wuxin screamed hysterically, but she was so pale and weak, like a clown.

As soon as the Taixuan Sword Tomb came out, Yang Wuxin's martial spirit "Eight Gates Sword Formation" was instantly suppressed.

The seven divine swords suspended in the surroundings lost their brilliance at the same time, and fell into the ring with a "clang" sound, and plunged into it.

It seemed to feel the coming of the sword mound, the oppression of thousands of swords, and even the holy and semi-holy weapons made a slight hiss.

And the cyan sword inserted in Yang Qingxuan's chest slowly turned into a golden firefly at the wound, and gradually merged into Yang Qingxuan's body.

Countless strong men in the void were already stunned by the appearance of the Taixuan Sword Tomb, and at this moment they were shocked again, one by one shouted: "Swallow soldiers into the body!"

Under the powerful soul light shrouded in that blue sacred sword, it trembled suppressed and spread out circles of ripples, but it didn't have the slightest murderous aura, as if it was doing a powerless resistance.

As Yang Qingxuan pushed it into the body little by little, it was finally completely absorbed by the body and turned into nourishment.

But after all, this sword is a sacred weapon. Although Yang Qingxuan swallowed it with the power of the sword mound, he couldn't digest it at all in a short time, and his whole skin had a bronze luster, just like the divine sword.

Everyone was in the sword mound, their thoughts were all petrified, and they completely lost the ability to think about what they saw.

"Fake! Fake! This is a fake Taixuan Sword Tomb, and my martial soul is the Taixuan Sword Tomb!"

Yang Wuxin went crazy, his eyes were red, the vast sea of ​​swords, the Taixuan sword intent, accompanied by the soul light from the center of Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows, spread out in circles, impacting his body and soul.

At this moment, Yang Wuxin felt like falling from the clouds and falling into a bottomless abyss.

All the things that he was proud of disappeared in an instant, and even these things belonged to the other party!

The other party is the dragon and phoenix among people, the favored son of heaven, and he is just a poor reptile, wearing a dragon's coat, being stripped naked by people at this moment, and exposed to the people of the world.

All pride and dignity collapsed in an instant.

"No! No! My martial soul is the Taixuan Sword Tomb, and I am the son of the Emperor, the supreme number one!"

Yang Wuxin's hair was untied and draped behind her back, feeling that the whole world was staring at him and mocking him.

Yang Wuxin suddenly pulled out a holy weapon sword beside him, rushed over, and shouted, "I'm going to kill you! You took everything from me! I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Qingxuan stood awe-inspiring, dressed in blood.

Grabbing it casually, a sword grave instantly shattered, a bit of cold light shot up into the sky, flew into his hand, and turned into a long sword.

The vast Taixuan sword intent spread out from the sword soul, and at this moment, the sword body began to show signs of solidification.

Yang Qingxuan looked at Yang Wuxin who was rushing towards him, his heart was extremely calm, he stared at the sword in his hand, and said slowly: "I finally understand the profound meaning of Taixuan Sword Tomb, here not only incorporates thousands of sword souls, but also in the sword intent. Under evolution, it can be repaired by itself!"

"Zheng!"

The long sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand suddenly spread out a cold light, and it surged out in circles.

In the surrounding sword graves, the sword soul was infected, and the sword energy rose into the sky.

"My sword, what's going on?!"

There was a lot of shock around the arena, countless swords flew out suddenly, uncontrollable by the warriors, all of them "clanked" were inserted into the arena, and thousands of swords surrendered.

In fact, it is not only the sword that surrenders?

Below the arena, hundreds of thousands of martial spirits were all suppressed on the land of Jianzhong!

In the void, Shi Yan smiled wryly and said, "This kid is too scary!"

Both Wu Xian and Wu Shan had heavy expressions on their faces, feeling the power of the most powerful martial soul for the first time.

Only Lu Yifan and Ziyuan, with soul light flickering between their brows, resisted the power of Jianzhong.

Lan Ningxu's eyes flickered, shooting out rays of light.

Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes stared in horror at the master of the sword surrounded by hundreds of millions of sword energy on the ring.

"what?"

Just after the long sword in his hand repaired by itself, Yang Qingxuan was surprised, he had seen this sword before.

The sword is three feet long, the width of two fingers, and the whole body is transparent and sharp. The word "Slaying Monster" is engraved on the end of the sword, like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing. And on the body of the sword, there is even a line of small words: "Thousands of years of wind and cloud are all smiles!"

"It turned out to be the sword that killed Zuo Jun back then."

"What a thousand years of wind and cloud is all smiles, what kind of peerless demeanor is the master of this sword?"

Yang Qingxuan sighed in admiration, then raised his sword, and the sharp sword light shone in all directions, "I will use this sword to chop you into dust."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed, and a sword intent locked Yang Wuxin in an instant, and swung the sword over.

"laugh!"

The sword light flashed in the air, nothing fancy, just a white streak across the sky.

In fact, at this moment, any element between heaven and earth can be a sword.

"Boom!"

Bai Lian cut in front of Yang Wuxin, shook the sword in his hand, and struck him with undiminished sword energy.

Yang Wuxin spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Everyone knew that Yang Wuxin was finished, this sword really cut him into the dust.

However, what is going on with all this? !

Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes were full of shock, even a hint of horror.