The pillow did not respond. Suddenly, it rushed up and turned into a stream of light, attacking Yang Qingxuan.
Yang Qingxuan was engrossed in looking at the exquisite pattern on the pillow. He was caught off guard and only reacted when the pillow was in front of him. He hurriedly put his hands in front of him to defend.
"Bang!"
The pillow was hard. Yang Qingxuan's five fingers hurt and his whole body flew out while sticking to the ground.
"So strong!"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. His body was at the late stage of Qi Swing. His hands were numb and he almost lost feeling after being hit by the pillow.
As soon as the pillow left his hand, the surrounding monsters seemed to be nervous and crowded around him.
Yang Qingxuan slid more than thirty meters away. His legs sank into the sand. Only then did he stop and retreat to the edge of the circle.
Behind him was a mushroom-like monster. Its body was soft and its eyes were emitting blue light. Its body was wrapped in red vines. The vines were constantly bursting with electric arcs. It seemed to be very dangerous.
Suddenly, the mushroom monster's body shrank. Bright red vines rose from its body and spun in the air, striking down like a whip.
Yang Qingxuan was horrified. He turned around abruptly and flew backward.
The demonic qi on the vines was extremely strong. It gave Yang Qingxuan a feeling that he could not fight against it. Moreover, the electric arcs flowed and scattered with a crackling sound. Its power was not inferior to Du Ruo's Imperial Thunder.
These monsters were all extremely terrifying. He could not withstand them at all. He could only brace himself and retreat.
However, the vines with a whoosh were as fast as lightning. They instantly caught up and turned into a circle to hit his body.
"Damn it, you've gone too far!"
Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale. The Martial Spirit Seal between his eyebrows flashed and the Demon Slayer Sword immediately appeared in his hand. He drew a sword light and slashed it!
"Hiss!"
The sword light was like lightning, fire, and shadow. It actually emitted a strong sword intent that spread out around his body like a barrier!
"Crack!"
The seemingly terrifying vines, under the slash of the sword intent, were directly shattered into thousands of pieces and fell down.
"Crash!"
"Wu wu!"
As soon as the Demon Slaying Sword appeared, the surrounding monsters let out shrill cries and scattered. The circle surrounding Yang Qingxuan immediately expanded by several times.
The mushroom monster continued to spit and shrank back into the group of monsters, not daring to show its face.
Yang Qingxuan was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.
The sword was flowing with light, and the spirit energy was flashing. The eight small words were in high spirits, as if the divine sword had returned to the earth and stimulated all of the sword's power.
"What's going on? This sword seems to be able to display its peak strength!"
Yang Qingxuan was pleasantly surprised. The monsters around him all looked terrified. It seemed like he wouldn't have to die.
Suddenly, he frowned. The sword-shaped Martial Spirit Seal shone with a golden light, like a scorching sun emitting a strong golden light. A huge amount of power was continuously surging out from it.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes shot out a sharp light. A sea of sword souls and a land of buried swords suddenly appeared in his mind. It was as if they were going to forcibly break out from the Martial Spirit Seal!
Sword tombs, in the boundless land of the Martial Spirit Seal, trembled majestically!
At this moment, among the monsters, an extremely strong pressure came from the sky.
The huge ancient bronze hammer that had surged out from the cracks in the yellow sand emitted an unparalleled majesty. It shattered the layers of air and smashed down like a small mountain!
Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically. The yellow sand around him was directly scattered by the mighty force of the giant hammer. A storm of sand billowed, making it impossible to see clearly.
The Qi and blood in Yang Qingxuan's body were churning violently. Before the hammer hit his body, the pressure alone was enough to crush him into pieces.
"It's just a hammer. What's there to be arrogant about?"
Yang Qingxuan suddenly gritted his teeth. The sword intent of the Demon Slaying Sword constantly appeared, giving him great confidence.
"Sword Technique!"
He raised the long sword and immediately, a terrifying sword aura was emitted. A dragon's roar seemed to come from the sword and soared into the heavens!
"Boom!"
A green light flew out from the Demon Slaying Sword and actually transformed into a dragon. It shattered the layers of pressure of the hammer and directly hit it!
"It really transformed into a dragon?!"
Yang Qingxuan's eyes widened. Under the sword aura of the Demon Slaying Sword, the pressure of the hammer had long disappeared. A heroic spirit of a peerless swordsman filled his chest.
The sword aura dragon slashed the ancient bronze hammer. With a loud "boom", the countless runes on the hammer were shaken off.
The entire hammer was sent flying hundreds of feet high by the sword force. Its spiritual energy dissipated and its majesty disappeared.
"Roar!"
With a bestial roar, the yellow sand in the surroundings surged and condensed into golden fists in the air. There were more than a thousand of them.
At the same time, a lark's cry shook the heavens.
The giant bird monster spread its wings. The scales all over its body were like sharp swords hanging on its body. They all emitted waves of coldness and pointed directly at Yang Qingxuan.
There were also more than a dozen giant monsters that reached the clouds. They all raised their weapons, held them with both hands, and attacked fiercely.
The thousands of monsters all cried and howled and rushed up together. The porcelain pillow and the mushroom monster were also among them.
Yang Qingxuan's scalp tingled, but the sword intent that kept pouring out of the Martial Spirit Seal kept boosting his confidence!
"Although the sword tomb was broken by the demon monkey, the inheritance of the sword is perfectly preserved in my sea of consciousness. As long as I continue to cultivate, one day, I will be able to completely restore this Martial Spirit — the Taixuan Sword Tomb."
Yang Qingxuan's state of mind calmed down. He held the Demon Slaying Sword and was ready for battle. Fierce sword intent kept shooting out from between his eyebrows, turning into the shape of swords around him. They were the peerless swords that broke out of the tombs in the Taixuan Sword Tomb!
The swords of powerful cultivators floated around him and lined up outside. "Silence Burning," "Love Farewell," "Peacock Feather," "Clear Sable …"
Since the ancient times, all the dead swords in the infinite universe had turned into the heroic souls of swords in this place!
Feeling the magnificent power of those swords, Yang Qingxuan's blood boiled. With a surge of heroic spirit, he shouted, "The souls of the sword intent of countless powerful cultivators in the universe, under the inspiration of my Martial Spirit, be reborn!"
In the Taixuan Sword Tomb, the sword tombs were broken open one after another. Inspired by Yang Qingxuan, they all broke through the sky and came to him.
The horrifying sword intent spread on the yellow sand ground.
Hundreds of peerless swords kept buzzing. Suddenly, a powerful sword intent burst out. Under the control of Yang Qingxuan's sword technique, the swords flew in all directions!
Those monsters were halfway there. Before they could get close, they all stopped. They were so scared that they turned around and ran away, crying like ghosts and howling like wolves.
The thousands of golden fists that the Wind Monster created with the yellow sand were like paper windows that were crushed by the sword intent.
The giant bird that was covered in scales also let out a sharp cry. It hurriedly spread its wings and was about to run away.
But the sword intent was like an ocean, spreading to the boundless earth.
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