The entire jade platform is made of a single piece of jade, the aura is compelling, and its value is incalculable, but on the platform, there is a piece of ordinary torn paper.
The reason why we say "broken" is because the paper is old and full of holes. If you look carefully, there are cracks cut in the middle.
Apparently it had been torn apart and put back together later.
What surprised Yang Qingxuan even more was that this piece of paper was still a rubbing.
"this… "
Yang Qingxuan looked around, there was nothing but this piece of paper, he shouted loudly: "Old man, you didn't lie to me?"
"snort."
From the sky, Ding Yuan's muffled voice came, but he didn't respond after that.
Only then did Yang Qingxuan take a closer look at the rubbing paper. There were only ten large characters on it. Although they were rubbings, they stood out vividly on the paper: A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of blissful wind!
I don't know who wrote it, but the awe-inspiring righteousness penetrates the paper and comes straight to you.
"Sword intent! It's sword intent again!"
Yang Qingxuan was startled, and hastily closed his eyes and jumped away.
With just a quick glance, it seemed as if his mind had been captured. The ten large characters were disassembled, like thousands of swords pouring into his mind, and even the Taixuan Sword Tomb was touched, causing him to close his eyes hastily in fright.
"It's terrible, who the hell is able to write such terrible words!"
Yang Qingxuan recalled the picture, the poem, and the four words "eternal sky" in the mine, which were made of the blood of the monster monkey.
But the two fonts have completely different ideas. The ancient paintings are more of an expression of emotion, a sense of sadness independent of the sky and the earth, while the cross on the sword scripture is completely condensed by the sword, like a wave The sword qi came forth in a mighty way, wanting to kill people with words!
Yang Qingxuan calmed down, and then walked forward cautiously, reading the cross again, every horizontal stroke, like a peerless sword, jumped out.
He stared at it for a while, and suddenly his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood sprayed on the jade platform and the rubbing paper, and was blocked by a force three inches away, and evaporated without a trace.
Apparently there are restrictions on the jade platform to protect that page of rubbings.
"It's too deep, I didn't notice it for a while, and I hurt my meridians!"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked and didn't dare to look any more, so he sat down in front of the jade platform, running the Qingyang Martial Arts to heal his injuries.
At the same time, the cross appeared in his mind, slowly digesting the sword intent he felt.
Ding Yuan's figure floated above the nothingness, and he said calmly to himself, "It lasted longer than I imagined, but what's the use of it? The meridian was injured by that sword intent, and it won't get better after a few months of recuperation." Yes. And it proves that his comprehension of the cross's sword intent has reached its limit, and even if he reads it again, it will be difficult to improve. The genius of Tiancong Academy, but that's all. I expected him to check and balance Haitang, which was a bit wishful thinking. .”
Ding Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his evaluation of Yang Qingxuan plummeted.
A few days later, Yang Qingxuan opened his eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it. The Demon Slaying Sword was condensed in his hand, turned around and slashed forward.
"One style of wind and cloud rises."
The flowing light on the sword surged like a storm, drawing an arc in the dark sky, which lasted for a long time.
In the nothingness, Ding Yuan was shocked all over, his eyes were staring like copper bells, and he almost cried out.
Yang Qingxuan's sword style just now contained a trace of the cross sword meaning in the sword scriptures.
"Impossible, it must be my eyes!"
Ding Yuan rubbed his eyes, and when he saw Yang Qingxuan's sword was drawn, he held the sword and held it there, motionless, like a statue.
"That's right, it must be my eyesight. After all, I am also constantly comprehending the sword intent, and all I think about is the sword, so I have hallucinations."
Ding Yuan comforted himself.
But in an instant, he opened his mouth wide enough to stuff a watermelon, only to see Yang Qingxuan perform the second move - Thunderbolt, and also draw a sword mark in the air, with a trace of thunder and lightning.
What made him dumbfounded was not the thunder and lightning, but the sword intent from the sword marks, which was quite similar to the strokes of the cross.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Qingxuan made another stroke, but the strokes were slightly changed, and then, another stroke of thunder.
Repeatedly, there are only these two moves, and they are used back and forth, but each time they use a move, they have to pause for a moment.
It took more than an hour before he drew his sword and stood in front of the jade platform with his eyes closed, his brows tightened, thinking about something.
Ding Yuan has been completely sluggish in the void, like a wooden man, even his breathing has stagnated.
A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of blissful wind!
He has studied these ten characters for decades, so he is too familiar with them.
Yang Qingxuan's sword move just now imitated that handwriting, and wrote these ten characters with a sword.
"Impossible, impossible!"
Ding Yuan was stunned, he came back from the sluggishness, his face was full of shock, even fear, and he shouted in his heart: "How long have you been reading? Besides, the meridian was obviously injured, how could it be possible to imitate the sword intent, which is somewhat similar?" How long did it take me to reach the level he just did? Five years? Or ten years?"
After a burst of shouting in his heart, he quickly calmed down, but his face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of deep fear and fear.
Yang Qingxuan was completely unaware of Ding Yuan's peeping. After closing his eyes and meditating for a while, the knot between his brows was untied, and when he opened his eyes, he was completely clear.
He turned around and carefully looked at Na Tuozhi again.
Ding Yuan's heart also rose to his throat, and he watched Yang Qingxuan's every move closely.
Time passed little by little.
There was no sound in the whole space, only Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned on the sword scripture.
For some reason, although this cross sword intent was so terrifying, it gave Yang Qingxuan a sense of touch, and even the thousands of sword souls in the sword mound were affected by this sword intent and became restless.
"I don't know who left this sword intent. Just rubbing paper is so terrifying. I really hope to see the real thing. But my current strength is too bad. I'm afraid that if I see the real thing, I will be killed by that sword intent."
Yang Qingxuan was extremely disturbed and excited, "This world is far more than just the original Martial Realm and Earth Rank. Where is the peak? How high is this day?!"
He was agitated for a while, then calmed down again, staring at the ten big characters carefully.
Suddenly, the Martial Soul Seal on the center of his eyebrows radiated light, and above the Taixuan Sword Tomb, a golden light burst through the sky, followed by the second, and the third...
Soon, the ten-character sword intent completely rushed into the sword mound, and appeared in the void, as if there was a white figure dancing sword in the sky!
Yang Qingxuan was shocked, the sword intent on the rubbing paper in front of him was fused with his martial spirit again!
This feeling is very strange, but it is indeed the feeling of fusion.
In the last two days, the Invincible Helix Pill exploded in a cool way and dragged the colorful Armstrong roundabout to ask for a monthly pass! !
(end of this chapter)