"What? What is this?! "
Above the sea of clouds, everyone was shocked.
Looking at the sword tombs coming from all directions, on which there were many legendary swords, they were like the tombstones of countless strong cultivators, spreading out awe-inspiring sword will.
The entire Nine Clouds Sea was torn apart in an instant.
The great pressure shrouded everyone's heart like a haze, and they felt the impact of the sword will.
"Taixuan Sword Tomb, this is the real Taixuan Sword Tomb! Gosh, how can this be?! "
"Yang Qingxuan is also a member of the Yang family?"
"The 'Taixuan Sword Tomb' that Yang Wuxin mentioned just now is nothing compared to this!"
"Which one of them is the son of Renhuang?"
Above the sea of clouds, hundreds of thousands of people were in an uproar, all stunned by the scene before them.
The people of the Constellation Palace were even more shocked, and they were no less shocked than anyone else.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes were like stars as he stared at Yang Wuxin, shooting out cold light. He sneered and said, "Thank you for the Taixuan Sword Will you gave me. It was originally mine, and now it's finally returned to me. "
Yang Wuxin was so shocked by this sudden change that he took a few steps back and said in horror, "This is …!! No! Impossible! It's impossible! It's impossible! "
Yang Wuxin screamed as if he had seen a ghost. His eyeballs almost popped out, as if his spirit had been greatly stimulated. He roared, "I am the real Taixuan Sword Tomb! My Martial Spirit is the real Taixuan Sword Tomb! You are a fake, you are a fake! "
Yang Wuxin screamed hysterically, but he was so pale and powerless, like a clown.
As soon as the Taixuan Sword Tomb appeared, Yang Wuxin's Martial Spirit, the Eight Gates Sword Matrix, was immediately suppressed.
The seven swords floating around lost their luster at the same time and fell into the arena with a clang, stabbing into it.
As if they had felt the arrival of the sword tomb and the pressure of thousands of swords, even the divine weapons and half-divine weapons let out a slight hiss.
As for the green sword stabbed into Yang Qingxuan's chest, it slowly turned into a golden firefly around the wound and slowly merged into Yang Qingxuan's body.
Countless cultivators in the void sky had already been stunned by the appearance of the Taixuan Sword Mound. At this moment, they were shocked again, and all of them cried out involuntarily, "Swallowing weapons into the body!"
Under the envelopment of the powerful soul light, that green-colored sacred treasure sword was suppressed to the point where it trembled. Circles of ripples spread out from it, but there wasn't the slightest bit of murderous aura. It was as if it was powerlessly resisting.
As Yang Qingxuan pushed it into his body bit by bit, it was finally completely absorbed by his body and turned into nourishment.
However, this sword was still a Saint Artifact. Although Yang Qingxuan had used the power of the Sword Tomb to swallow it, he could not digest it in a short period of time. A bronze luster appeared on his skin, just like the divine sword.
Inside the Sword Catacomb, everyone's minds were petrified. They had completely lost the ability to think about what they were seeing.
"It's fake! It was a fake! This is a fake Taixuan Sword Tomb. My Martial Spirit is the real Taixuan Sword Tomb! "
Yang Qingxuan went crazy. His eyes were bloodshot. The vast sea of swords and the Taixuan Sword Will spread out in circles along with the soul light that came out from between Yang Qingxuan's eyebrows, attacking his body and his soul.
At this moment, Yang Wuxin only felt that he had fallen from the clouds into a bottomless abyss.
All of the things that he was proud of were gone in an instant. Even those things turned out to be the other party's!
The other party was a dragon among men, a proud son of heaven. He was just a pitiful reptile, wearing the coat of a dragon. At this moment, he was stripped naked and exposed in front of the world.
All of his pride and dignity collapsed in an instant.
"No! No! My Martial Spirit is the real Taixuan Sword Tomb. I am the son of Renhuang, the supreme number one person! "
Yang Wuxin's hair loosened and fell behind his back. He only felt that the whole world was staring at him and mocking him.
Yang Wuxin suddenly pulled out a divine implement sword next to him and rushed over, roaring, "I'm going to kill you! You took everything from me! I'm going to kill you! "
Yang Qingxuan, dressed in a bloody robe, stood upright.
He grabbed casually, and a sword tomb shattered in an instant. A cold light rushed into the sky and flew into his hand, turning into a long sword.
The vast Taixuan Sword Will spread out from the Sword Spirit. At this moment, the sword began to show signs of solidifying.
Yang Qingxuan looked at Yang Wuxin, who was rushing over, and his heart was extremely calm. He stared at the sword in his hand and said slowly, "I finally understand the mystery of the Taixuan Sword Tomb. Not only does it contain thousands of Sword Spirits, but it can also repair itself under the evolution of the Sword Will!"
"Clang!"
The long sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand suddenly spread out a cold light, which surged out in circles.
The Sword Spirits in the sword tombs around were affected, and Sword Qi rushed into the sky.
"My sword, what's going on?!"
There was a lot of shock around the arena. Countless swords suddenly flew out, out of the warriors' control, and stabbed into the arena with clangs. All the swords surrendered.
In fact, it was not only the swords that surrendered.
Below the arena, the Martial Spirits of hundreds of thousands of people were all suppressed on the ground of the Sword Tomb!
In the void, Shi Yan smiled bitterly and said, "This guy is too scary!"
Wu Xian and Wu Shan both looked serious. For the first time, they felt the power of the strongest Martial Spirits.
Only Lu Yifan and Zi Yuan had soul light flashing between their eyebrows to resist the power of the Sword Tomb.
Lan Ningxu's eyes flashed, shooting out rays of light.
Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes were all looking at the owner of the sword in the arena, who was surrounded by billions of Sword Qi.
"Eh?"
After the long sword in his hand repaired itself, Yang Qingxuan was surprised. He had seen the sword in his hand before.
The sword was three feet long and two fingers wide. It was translucent and cold, and the words "Demon Slayer" were engraved at the end of the sword. On the body of the sword, there was a line of small words: A Thousand Years Gone With A Smile!
"So it's the sword that killed Zuo Jun."
"A Thousand Years Gone With A Smile. What kind of peerless charm does the owner of this sword have?"
Yang Qingxuan praised and raised the sword. The biting cold sword light shone in all directions. "I'll use this sword to cut you down to the dust."
Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed, and a sword intent instantly locked onto Yang Wuxin. He swung the sword.
"Chi!"
The sword light flashed in the air. There was nothing fancy, just a white streak across the sky.
In fact, at this moment, no element in the world could not be used as a sword.
"Bang!"
The white streak slashed in front of Yang Wuxin, knocking away the sword in his hand. The Sword Qi did not diminish and hit his body.
Yang Wuxin spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out like a kite with a broken string.
Heaven and Earth were silent.
Everyone knew that Yang Wuxin was finished. This sword had really cut him down to the dust.
However, what was going on in front of him?!
Hundreds of thousands of pairs of eyes were filled with shock and even a trace of fear.
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