"Clang! Clang! Clang! "
Inside the Taixuan Sword Tomb, countless sword spirits were affected by the sword will. They broke out of the tomb and scattered in the sky, emitting sharp sword radiance and dancing with the sword will.
Yang Qingxuan "looked" at the strange scene in his sea of consciousness. He seemed to understand something. The way of the sword could give birth to countless sword wills, sword forms, and sword auras.
However, since ancient times, in the boundless universe, there had been people who had mastered every kind of sword will. Those peerless masters had all disappeared in the traces of time. The divine swords could not be immortal and were finally buried here.
The sword will contained in the ten characters must have been mastered by some masters a long time ago. At this moment, inspired by the sword will, the divine swords that had retained the sword will broke out of the tomb and emitted the peerless sword will.
Amidst the countless divine swords dancing in the air, there was a colorful sword that floated quietly in the void.
The hilt was wrapped in gold leaf, and the body was carved with ferocious beasts and evil spirits.
The body of the sword was blue, and the cold light was like flowing water. The colorful light floating on the sword illuminated thousands of miles of clouds.
Yang Qingxuan felt something. He casually grabbed and shouted, "Sword, come!"
The countless sword shadows in the sky suddenly dispersed. The sword fell into his hand and became heavy. There were three golden characters on the sword: Fighting Ghosts and Gods!
The sword will contained in the three characters was exactly the same as the ten characters!
Yang Qingxuan shuddered. The sword intent of the three words "Fighting Ghosts and Gods" was about to materialize and kill him!
In fear, he shook his wrist and the divine sword immediately dispersed from his hand. The feeling of death disappeared.
Yang Qingxuan's face was pale. He could not come back to his senses for a long time.
After thinking for a while, he slowly calmed down and continued to comprehend the ten characters.
The ten characters were only the rubbing paper of the original writing. The three characters were the real writing on the sword. The strength of the sword wills contained in the two were completely different.
In the sky above the giant barren rock, Ding Yuan was even more surprised. He thought, "What's wrong with his Martial Spirit? The sword that just appeared seems to be different from the one before. Can it change its shape?"
"No, no. Not only the change of shape, but the feeling of the sword is also completely different."
Ding Yuan thought to himself, "A purple Martial Spirit is not as simple as it seems. However, I am not interested in his Martial Spirit. I just want to know how far he can comprehend the sword scripture. "
After adjusting his state, Yang Qingxuan continued to observe the ten characters and immersed himself in each stroke. The sword will of the ten characters still shocked the sword soul in the Taixuan Sword Tomb.
However, after adapting to the impact of the Sword Intent, the Sword Intent could no longer harm him.
This time, he stared at the rubbing paper for three days and three nights without blinking.
Ding Yuan went from shock, to anxiety, to fear, and finally to complete numbness. There were even a few times when he wanted to come down and see if Yang Qingxuan had been killed by the sword will. That was why he did not move.
However, every time his divine sense swept down, he could feel a slight change in the Spirit Qi. It did not seem like a dead person. That was why he suppressed his impulse.
Finally, after three days, Yang Qingxuan moved.
He grabbed the air and a sword appeared in his hand. It exuded a sharp sword aura.
Ding Yuan's pupils contracted and he sucked in a breath of cold air. The sword in Yang Qingxuan's hand was the third sword he had seen. It was not the Demon Slaying Sword or the Ghost Fighting Sword. It was a sword called the Evil-Slaying Sword.
The sword will on the Demon Slaying Sword was completely different from the ten characters. The Ghost Fighting Sword was the most suitable sword, but it was too terrifying. Just the sword will of the three characters was not something Yang Qingxuan could withstand.
This Evil-Slaying Sword was one of the tens of thousands of divine swords that were activated when the sword will soared into the air.
The sword was long and sharp, and the hilt was carved with bronze. When it trembled, it emitted a mournful wail that disturbed one's mind.
"First Technique, Rising Wind and Clouds!"
Yang Qingxuan raised the sword and slashed it through the air.
Ding Yuan trembled and his eyes widened in shock. There was actually a hint of sword intent in this stroke. It was far more powerful than before!
"Impossible, impossible!"
Ding Yuan exclaimed in shock. "I spent at least ten years to comprehend this level of sword intent. How can he grasp it in ten days?!"
Ding Yuan found it difficult to accept this huge gap in talent.
However, every stroke of Yang Qingxuan's next stroke shocked him to the core. Gradually, he became numb and had no choice but to accept the reality before his eyes.
This peerless prodigy only spent ten days to comprehend the level of sword intent that he had spent ten years to comprehend.
Yang Qingxuan's sword dance this time was even slower than before. After every stroke, he would pause for an hour. Once he finished performing this set of sword techniques, several days would pass.
After finishing the dance, he collected his thoughts and continued to study the rubbing paper.
Ding Yuan finally calmed down and accepted Yang Qingxuan's heaven-defying talent. He calmly observed him and thought to himself, "In the Five Nation Grand Tournament in a year's time, this child will definitely encounter Haitang. I'm really looking forward to the clash of two peerless prodigies. What I'm looking forward to even more is, to what extent can he comprehend this sword manual? "
Ding Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. It was as if there were two sharp rays of sword intent, one bright and the other dim.
He had immersed himself in this sword manual for many years and became the number one swordsman of the Northern Five Nations. Seeing such a genius in the way of the sword, he naturally couldn't help but feel happy and even a little restless.
This time, Yang Qingxuan sat for half a month.
Ding Yuan also waited patiently. The longest time he had spent studying this sword manual was three years. Half a month's time could be considered very short.
"Sword, come."
Yang Qingxuan lightly shouted. Holding the Evil-Slaying Sword in his hand, he started to dance in the air. "First Move, Rising Wind and Clouds."
Ding Yuan's eyelids twitched. He thought to himself in shock, "It's improved again!"
He often studied the sword manual, but not every time he studied it, he would gain something. Most of the time, he would gain nothing. However, every time Yang Qingxuan performed it, he would improve.
This time, it took him three days to complete the ten words.
Yang Qingxuan put away his sword and suddenly let out a long sigh. He sat back down in front of the rubbing paper and continued to study it.
Ding Yuan's eyes widened. "So strange, why is he sighing?"
He was very curious, but it was inconvenient for him to ask. However, he thought to himself, "Normally, one would only study the sword manual when they have comprehended it. Only then would they gain something. Could it be that every time he performs a sword dance, he gains enlightenment? "
This thought immediately gave him a fright. He shook his head repeatedly and thought to himself, "Impossible, impossible."
This time, he spent the longest time studying it. It wasn't until a month later that he stood up and started to perform the sword dance.
"Ah!"
Ding Yuan suddenly stood up from the void. His face was full of shock, and his eyeballs were about to fall out. The sword intent Yang Qingxuan displayed at this moment was not inferior to his!
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