After Yang Qingxuan was sent flying, his legs landed on the ground, and he slid for more than ten feet before stopping.
The chest was hit hard by the millstone, not only the viscera was injured by the energy, but the dense poisonous juice sprinkled on the body, the pain was like being cut by a knife.
But getting out from under the big millstone was a blessing in misfortune.
If Zuo Jun had been calm and calm just now, and slowly crushed himself with the millstone, he would really be doomed, and eventually he would die from exhaustion of true energy.
"Yang Qingxuan, aren't you hanging? Show me a little strength and let me torture you slowly! I want to magnify all the suffering I have suffered ten times, a hundred times, and impose it on you!"
Zuo Jun grabbed it with his left hand, and the boundless poisonous energy mixed with the yin aura condensed in the palm of his hand, turning into a sickle.
As soon as the figure flashed, it appeared beside Yang Qingxuan, and from a very tricky angle, he slashed down angrily!
Yang Qingxuan was frightened and furious, and a sense of danger emerged in his heart. The blow from the big millstone just now directly turned the battle situation into a sudden turn, and he was at an absolute disadvantage.
Moreover, when he was not injured, he didn't feel anything abnormal about the Yin spirit energy around him, but at this moment, he felt that the dark wind was blowing, together with the poisonous energy, attacking his body.
Zuo Jun, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He is like a fish in water in this yin aura, as if he is an inexhaustible source of strength.
The sickle fell down, and its power was not a little weaker than before. It can be seen that Zuo Jun's physical strength has not been consumed much.
In desperation, Yang Qingxuan grasped it with his right hand, and the Yaoyao Duanjian came out in an instant and blocked it.
"Boom!"
The sickle hit on the monster, and circles of poisonous light swayed, impacting Yang Qingxuan's body, and the sword light of Wuhun was also suppressed.
"Broken sword? Ha, hahahaha! I laughed so hard, a broken sword with soul light? Is this your trash martial soul? Hahahaha!!"
Crazy laughter sounded, Zuo Jun held his belly with his right hand, and burst into tears, "Laughing hurts my stomach, so the one who has been fighting with me is actually a piece of garbage with soul light!"
"It's a pity that I still regard you as an official opponent. You trash, you don't have the qualifications at all!"
The smile on Zuo Jun's face faded, with a condescending attitude, full of sarcasm and disdain, "The grandson of a garbage worker should be a garbage worker honestly, trying to change his humble fate. It's gone!"
The sickle turned slightly, stuck the demon-slayer, and pressed it hard!
The poisonous gas knife light oscillated, and the soul light on the sword seemed to have been cut off a layer. Yang Qingxuan's mind was shocked, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his energy and spirit sank sharply.
"No! If you continue like this, you will really die! The difference in strength is too great!"
Yang Qingxuan was anxious in his heart. He only felt that his spiritual consciousness was invaded by the poisonous gas, and he became a little dazed. He bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and then he woke up a little bit.
"The only chance to turn defeat into victory now is to use the sixth yang! But in my current state, I am afraid that before the sixth yang is released, my body will be blasted by the true energy of the flaming sun!"
"But if you don't try, you won't have a chance at all!"
He has experienced hundreds of battles and escaped from death countless times. Even if there is a chance of survival, he will fight with all his strength!
He took a deep breath, held the sword in his right hand and held the sickle with difficulty, while his left palm circulated his true energy, and began to condense the flames in his body.
Zuo Jun's pupils shrank slightly, as if he had sensed something, he said sarcastically, "Oh, before the cockroach died, how could you want to shake the tree? The soul light of this broken sword is getting weaker and weaker, and it will soon dissipate. And Wuhun, representing Once the essence, qi, spirit, soul, and will of the warrior dissipate, it means that you have been completely defeated by me!"
The sickle was pressed down again, and the sound of metal clanging "clank" was heard endlessly!
The soul light on the Demon Slaying Sword was like a candle in the wind, swaying in the poisonous gas and knife light, like Yang Qingxuan's life, ready to be extinguished at any time.
Martial soul represents the essence, energy, spirit, soul, and will of a warrior!
Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the yang qi in his body suddenly dissipated, and a terrifying light burst out from his eyes!
Zuo Jun's words gave him a sudden understanding.
Wuhun is the embodiment of essence, qi, spirit, soul, and will, just like the energy in the world, which is born from the root and grows toward the heart.
"If this sword represents my essence, qi, god, soul, and will, how could there be only one soul light, and lose to a scum like you!"
A sword glow suddenly lit up between the eyebrows, emitting infinite purple soul light, as if there were ten thousand sword shadows, flashing within a square inch!
"The bright moon and Taixuan shine together, the sky is full of love, and the floating clouds blow like snow."
"Sweeping across the universe and shaking the universe, the world of mortals is the same, and they all go away with a sword."
The demon-slaying sword in his hand was affected by the power of the sword mound, and the soul light burst out.
"This is… !"
Zuo Jun's eyeballs opened violently, staring like copper bells, "Soul light, there is an extra soul light!"
I saw a second ray of soul light blooming from the sword, followed by a third ray, and a fourth ray...
"Impossible! Impossible!"
Zuo Jun yelled loudly, and said in horror: "The soul light is fixed by nature, how can it change?! You trash, don't play any tricks in front of me! I am not in the mood to play with you now, I will send you to the west !"
As soon as the sickle moved, it spread out in an instant, turning into boundless poison, and when he put his hands together, it condensed into a big millstone of heaven and earth, and it was pressed down violently!
Under the influence of the big millstone on that day, the Yin spirit energy above the mountain turned into a hurricane and gathered on the millstone.
The wind is harsh, the poisonous gas is mottled, and the scene is so dense that it blocks out the sky and the sun!
Even Meng Rui and the others couldn't help being shocked, their movements slowed down, and all their eyes squinted over.
Under the infusion of Yin Lingqi, the millstone was a bit bigger than before. Zuo Jun pushed his hands together and shouted: "The descendants of garbage workers will always be garbage workers! The end of challenging the family is to be wiped out!"
Holding the sword in one hand, Yang Qingxuan stood coldly, turning a deaf ear to the changes in the surrounding world, and Zuo Jun's roar did not catch his ears at all.
All his mind was on the Demon Slaying Sword.
I saw that the body of the sword was as smooth as flowing clouds, and the bloody clothes covered with cold light were completely intact, and the small characters of flowing clouds engraved on it finally all appeared: Thousands of Years of Wind and Cloud—Smile!
The imposing manner of Ling Jue Tiandi, followed by the horoscope, is like a dragon and a phoenix crying valley, and the waves spread out.
Yang Qingxuan was horrified in his heart, this sword was only transformed by a wisp of dead soul from the main body, so it had such a terrifying aura, it can be seen how shocking this sword was back then!
"Bearing a peerless sword intent and an immortal reputation, you are not willing to be lonely, are you?"
Yang Qingxuan flicked the blade of the sword and shouted: "Sword formula!"
Then a strong wind howled, brought the energy of the sun, and swirled around the body, as if the wind and fire were added to the body, the whole person turned into a golden crow and a fire bird, facing the big millstone of the sky and the earth, and went up against it!
(end of this chapter)