The entire jade platform was made of a single piece of jade. Its spiritual energy was overwhelming, and its value was immeasurable. However, on the platform, there was an ordinary piece of paper.
It was called "broken" because the paper was old and full of holes. Looking at it carefully, there were even cracks in the middle.
Obviously, it had been torn apart before and then pieced back together.
What made Yang Qingxuan even more surprised was that this piece of paper was actually a rubbing.
"This …"
Yang Qingxuan looked around. There was nothing else except for the paper. He shouted, "Old man, you're not lying to me, are you?"
"Humph."
Ding Yuan's groan came from the sky, and there was no response after that.
Yang Qingxuan studied the rubbing paper carefully. There were only ten words on it. Although it was a rubbing, they were vivid on the paper: A little Great Spirit, a thousand miles of wind!
He did not know who wrote it, but the great Great Spirit penetrated the paper and came straight at him.
"Sword Will! Sword Will again! "
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. He quickly closed his eyes and jumped away.
He had just glanced at it, but it was as if his soul was taken away. The ten words were dismantled, and thousands of swords poured into his mind. Even the Taixuan Sword Tomb was touched. He was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes.
"It's too terrifying. Just who could write such terrifying words?!"
Yang Qingxuan recalled the painting formed by the Demon Monkey's Essence Blood, the poem, and the four words "Eternal Sky". It also carried a terrifying will that could topple mountains and overturn seas, suppressing people to the point of suffocation.
However, the two words were completely different. The ancient picture was more of an emotional outpouring, a sadness that was independent of the world. On the other hand, the cross on the sword scripture was completely condensed by sword will. It was as if a sword aura came and wanted to kill with the words!
Yang Qingxuan calmed himself down and carefully walked forward. He read the cross again. Every stroke was like a peerless sword will that jumped out.
After staring at it for a while, his face suddenly turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Blood Qi sprayed towards the jade platform and the rubbing paper. However, when it was three inches away, it was blocked by a force and evaporated without a trace.
Clearly, there was a restriction on the jade platform that protected the rubbing paper.
"I fell too deep, and in a moment of carelessness, my meridians were damaged!"
Yang Qingxuan was alarmed and didn't dare to look anymore. He sat in front of the jade platform and circulated the Qingyang Martial Scripture to recuperate from his injuries.
At the same time, the cross appeared in his mind as he slowly digested the sword intent he had comprehended.
Ding Yuan's figure floated in the air as he muttered to himself indifferently, "He lasted longer than I expected, but what's the point? His meridians had been damaged by the sword intent, and he would need several months of recuperation to recover. Furthermore, it proved that his comprehension of the sword intent of the cross had reached its limit. Even if he were to read it again, it would be difficult for him to make any progress. The genius of Heavenly Consort Academy is only so-so. My hope that he could keep Haitang in check was a bit of wishful thinking. "
Ding Yuan's eyes narrowed as his evaluation of Yang Qingxuan plummeted.
Several days later, Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes and suddenly reached out. The Monster Slaying Sword condensed in his hand as he turned around and slashed down.
"First Move, Rising Winds and Clouds."
The flowing light on the sword surged like the wind and clouds, drawing an arc in the pitch-black sky that lingered for a long time.
In the void, Ding Yuan's entire body trembled, his eyes as wide as copper bells. He almost cried out involuntarily.
Yang Qingxuan's attack just now contained a trace of the cross sword intent from the sword scripture.
"Impossible, my eyes must be playing tricks on me!"
Ding Yuan rubbed his eyes. He saw that after Yang Qingxuan slashed out with his sword, he stood there motionless as if he was a statue.
"Yes, my eyes must be playing tricks on me. After all, I've been trying to comprehend the sword intent, and all I can think about is the sword. That's why I'm hallucinating. "
Ding Yuan comforted himself.
But in an instant, his mouth gaped wide enough to fit a watermelon. He watched as Yang Qingxuan used the second move, Heavenly Thunder Shock. It also drew a sword scar in the air, carrying traces of lightning energy.
What left him dumbstruck was not the lightning, but the sword intent from the sword scar. It was very similar to the strokes of the cross.
Next, Yang Qingxuan used Rising Wind and Clouds, but the strokes were slightly different. Then came Heavenly Thunder Shock.
Over and over again, only these two moves were used, but each time, he had to pause for a moment.
After more than two hours, he put away his sword and stood in front of the jade platform with his eyes closed. His brows were furrowed in thought.
Ding Yuan was completely dumbfounded in the void, like a wooden puppet. Even his breathing had stopped.
A bit of Righteous Spirit, a thousand li of wind!
He had been studying these words for decades, so he was very familiar with them.
Yang Qingxuan's sword move just now was imitating the strokes. He wrote these words with a sword, and the sword intent was awe-inspiring. It was somewhat similar.
"Impossible, impossible!"
Ding Yuan quivered and recovered from his stupor. His face was full of shock and even fear. He shouted in his heart, "How long has he been reading it? Moreover, his meridians were clearly injured. How could he imitate the sword intent, and it's somewhat similar! How long did it take me to do what he did just now? Five years? Or ten years? "
After shouting in his heart, he quickly calmed down, but his face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with deep fear and fear.
Yang Qingxuan was unaware of Ding Yuan's peeping. After closing his eyes and pondering for a while, the knot between his brows loosened, and he opened his eyes. They were clear and bright.
He turned around and carefully looked at the rubbing paper again.
Ding Yuan's heart was in his throat, and he closely watched Yang Qingxuan's every move.
Time passed little by little.
The entire space was quiet. Only Yang Qingxuan's eyes were moving on the sword manual.
For some reason, although the cross sword intent was so terrifying, it touched Yang Qingxuan. Even the thousands of sword souls in the sword tomb were affected by the sword intent and became restless.
"I don't know who left this sword intent. Just the rubbing paper is so terrifying. I really hope to see the real thing. But my strength is too weak now. I'm afraid I'll be killed by the sword intent as soon as I see the real thing. "
Yang Qingxuan was very nervous and excited. "This world is far more than the Origin Realm and the Earth Realm. Where is the peak? How high is the sky?! "
He was excited for a while, and then he calmed down again and carefully looked at the words.
Suddenly, the Martial Spirit Seal between his eyebrows shone brightly. In the sky above the Taixuan Sword Tomb, a golden light suddenly broke through the air, and then a second, a third …
Soon, the Sword Intent of the ten words rushed into the Sword Tomb and appeared in the void. It was as if a white figure was dancing in the sky!
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. The sword intent on the rubbing paper in front of him was merging with his Martial Spirit!
It was a very strange feeling, but it was indeed the feeling of merging.
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