Yang Qingxuan was stunned in place. He touched his face and said to himself, "Yang Qingxuan, Yang Qingxuan, this is the last kiss. You can't avoid it, or you didn't want to avoid it at all?"
Smelling the girl's fragrance in the room, the residual medicinal power in his body acted up again.
Yang Qingxuan's cheeks turned red. He hurriedly used his Qi to suppress the evil fire and entered the secret room to cultivate.
After Jingjing's disturbance, Yang Qingxuan spent a lot of time to calm down.
He began to recall the battle with Ding Yuan. Every move and style reappeared in his mind, allowing him to dissect, ponder, and master each move and style through a comprehensive study of the subject.
Five days later, the tens of thousands of moves in the battle between the two went through his mind.
Then he stretched out his hand and a seven-colored light appeared in his palm. A big blue sword fell into his hand. The three words "Fighting Ghosts and Gods" seemed to be condensed.
Yang Qingxuan made a sword gesture with his hand and pointed his index finger in the void to write, "A little Great Spirit, a thousand miles of wind!"
The ten golden words condensed in the void, and the light on them burst out. A sword essence soared, like a white mist, like a transparent air curtain, suddenly pushed in all directions.
Wherever the sword essence passed, it was like thousands of swords, competing with the sword essence emitted by the three words "Fighting Ghosts and Gods".
The two groups of white gas fought in the air, intertwining endlessly. Yang Qingxuan seemed to hear the sound of weapons clanging in his ears. It was like thousands of soldiers and horses, not giving in to each other.
After a while, the cross sword essence in front of him gradually fell. Yang Qingxuan condensed his finger and wrote again.
This time, the ten words were a little different from before. The hard part was like a towering mountain, and the soft part was like running water. The combination of hard and soft made it less murderous and more stable.
The three words "Fighting Ghosts and Gods" were suddenly suppressed by the cross sword essence. They began to kill each other and became much gentler.
After a while, Yang Qingxuan condensed his finger and wrote again. The ten words were written in one go, and they were as fast as the wind. They completely merged with the sword essence of the Fighting Ghosts and Gods. It was like a river flowing into the sea.
Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed. The fused Sword Will was several times stronger than before. It was like a vast and unbridled ocean that surged between his body and his sword.
He stretched out his hand to grab the sword and jumped up. He performed the Three Styles of Wind and Thunder and started to draw in the secret room.
Every move he made left behind a greenish blue sword trail in the air. Seven-colored rays of light gathered around the sword trail. After dozens of strikes, he finally finished writing ten large characters. A wave of overwhelming righteousness rushed forward as fast as the wind.
Yang Qingxuan's heart was filled with joy. The more he looked at the words, the more pleasing it was to his eyes. He was unspeakably satisfied. If he were to fight Ding Yuan again at this moment, he was confident that he wouldn't lose again.
With a thought, Yang Qingxuan immediately went out of the dormitory. He saw that the sky was cold. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Crows were flying in the south. He was overjoyed and hurried to the Divine Sound Mountain.
After a while, he arrived at the peak of a mountain. The moon hung high in the sky like a mirror, but the stars in the sky were hanging low. He looked down at the earth. At the peak of the mountain, under the stars, he sat down cross-legged and started to cultivate.
His lonely figure soon blended into the boundless night.
Time passed little by little. Everything was silent. Only the stars were moving on their fixed paths, moving endlessly.
Gradually, the stars faded, and the moon dimmed. Clouds gathered and dispersed. The sky became dark.
Suddenly, two bright lights shot into the sky from the peak of the mountain.
Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes and stood up.
The boundless night instantly turned into his back. He raised his sword and drew a seven-colored rainbow in the sky. It pierced into the boundless starry night.
"The Long River Gradually Falls and the Morning Stars Sink!"
Under the sword, the stars lost their color and disappeared from the sky. The moon lost its radiance and escaped into the clouds. The entire world was plunged into boundless darkness. It was hazy and the world was suppressed to the extreme!
"Day and night intertwine. One sword, the stars fall and the moon fall. Not enough, not enough, still not enough. There should be one more sword!"
Yang Qingxuan shouted in his heart. At the moment when the world changed, he sensed the rules and comprehended the "Long River Gradually Falls and the Morning Stars Sink". It forced the stars and the moon to retreat.
However, in the blink of an eye, the sun rose and the moon set. In the blink of an eye, the sun broke through the clouds and turned into a ray of light that shone on the earth.
Yang Qingxuan's pupils slightly widened as the morning light shone on him. He was enlightened in an instant.
The blue-green sword pierced out and instantly transformed into a rainbow that traversed the night sky.
The ray of light seemed to be shattered by the sword radiance. It turned into a sky full of golden light that shone on the earth.
Then the clouds broke through the sky and rays of light shone down. The night dispersed like smoke and the dawn arrived. Flowers bloomed and birds sang. The sky was pure.
"What a good move to force the stars and the moon to retreat. What a good move to split the sky. You can actually comprehend the changes of the world and create two sword moves. That's amazing. "
A pleasant voice of praise could be heard.
He didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The only person in the world who could have such a pleasant voice was that peerless beauty.
Yang Qingxuan withdrew his sword and smiled. "You're here. I was just lucky. I was suddenly enlightened and comprehended it."
Wu Qiyue was wearing a light blue dress. She looked like a fairy from the Cang Mountains. She was so beautiful that it was unreal. She smiled and said, "Luck is just an opportunity. Everyone has an opportunity, but not everyone can grasp it. Do you have a name for these two moves?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "The first move is called 'The Long River Gradually Falls and the Morning Stars Sink'. It's an extremely oppressive sword move that I comprehended when the stars and moon receded and the earth fell into endless darkness. The second move is' Splitting the sky '. It cuts through the darkness and brings endless light. As for the sword of hope, I'll call it' A Spiritual Rhinoceros Illuminates the Mortal Realm '. "
"A Spiritual Rhinoceros Illuminates the Mortal Realm!"
Wu Qiyue's eyes lit up. She praised, "What a good name. It contains both the meaning of your enlightened heart and the sword intent of illuminating the earth. It fits the sword intent of this sword."
At this moment, the first rays of the morning sun shone on the mountain peak. The two bathed in the morning light and looked at each other.
A gentleman and a virtuous lady, like a poem or a painting.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly smiled and said, "Why are you here?"
Wu Qiyue said, "After you returned to the academy, I've been looking for you. But you were practicing the sword and cultivating in seclusion."
Yang Qingxuan asked curiously, "How did you know I was here?"
Wu Qiyue smiled faintly. A green light flashed in her eyes. She said, "I have a special ability — Green Eyes. I can take care of the mortal realm. It's easy to find you."
Yang Qingxuan was curious. He thought of the Spiritual Eyes special ability that came with the drop of demonic blood. It seemed that there were many different kinds of Dao in the world.
Wu Qiyue said seriously, "I came to find you because of the Qingyang Martial Scripture. It's related to a great secret treasure."
Yang Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat. He said, "Since it's a secret, let's talk about it in my dormitory. The walls have ears."
In the Divine Sound Mountain, there were countless martial artists cultivating. Their Martial Souls were different. It was impossible to guard against them.
Wu Qiyue nodded.
Then, the two of them went down the mountain together and returned to Yang Qingxuan's dormitory.
As soon as he swiped his card and entered, a light fragrance wafted over. The room was decorated again.
The two sisters, Wenwen and Jingjing, were sitting and drinking tea. When they saw Yang Qingxuan return, they were overjoyed and went to welcome him.
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