Yang Qingxuan froze on the spot, touched his face, and said to himself: "Yang Qingxuan, Yang Qingxuan, the last secret kiss, you can't hide it, or don't you want to hide it at all?"
Smelling the young girl's fragrance in the room, the remaining medicinal power in the body flared up again.
Yang Qingxuan's cheeks flushed, and he hurriedly suppressed the evil fire with luck, and then entered the secret room for retreat.
After Jingjing made such a fuss, it took Yang Qingxuan a lot of time to calm down.
He began to recall the battle with Ding Yuan, replaying every move and style in his mind, allowing him to disassemble, think about, and integrate every move and style.
Five days later, the tens of thousands of moves that the two of them used to fight, went through all of them in their minds.
Immediately, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a colorful light appeared in the palm of his hand. A large blue sword fell into his hand, and the three characters "Fighting Ghosts and Gods" seemed to be condensed.
Yang Qingxuan pinched the sword formula with his hand, tapped his index finger on the void, and gestured to read: A little bit of arrogance, a thousand miles of blissful wind!
The ten golden characters stayed in the void, and the light on them soared, and a sword intent rose up, like a white mist, like a transparent air curtain, suddenly pushed in all directions.
Wherever the sword intent passed, it was like a thousand knives and thousands of swords, competing with the sword intent emanating from the three characters "fighting ghosts and gods".
The two groups of white qi fought in mid-air, intertwined endlessly like horses training, there seemed to be the sound of weapons clanging in Yang Qingxuan's ears, like thousands of troops and horses, refusing to give in to each other.
After a while, the cross sword intent in front of him gradually faded, Yang Qingxuan raised his fingers and wrote it again.
The ten words this time have changed slightly from the previous ones. Where they are rigid, they are towering like mountains, and where they are soft, they are soupy like flowing water. Both hardness and softness are a little less aggressive and more calm.
The word "fighting ghosts and gods" was immediately suppressed by the cross sword intent, and they began to kill and blend together, becoming much gentler.
After a while, Yang Qingxuan focused his fingers again to write, and the ten big characters were formed in one go, as fast as the wind, and completely merged with the spirit of fighting ghosts and swords, like rivers and rivers converging into Haichuan.
Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed, the fused sword intent was several times stronger than before, wandering and agitating between body and sword like a vast ocean.
He stretched out his hand to grab the big sword, jumped up, performed the three wind and thunder moves, and made gestures in the secret room.
Every move left a blue-blue sword track in the air, with colorful rays of light gathered around the sword track. After dozens of sword moves, ten big characters were finally written. come.
Yang Qingxuan was full of joy, looking at the ten big characters, the more pleasing to the eye, the indescribable satisfaction. If he fights Ding Yuan again at this moment, he is confident that he will not lose again.
With a thought in mind, Yang Qingxuan immediately left the dormitory, only to see that the sky was as cold as water, the moon and stars were sparse, and black magpies were flying south. He couldn't help being overjoyed and hurried to Shenyin Mountain.
After a while, he ran to the top of a mountain. The bright moon was hanging high like a mirror, but the stars were hanging down all over the sky, overlooking the earth.
The solitary figure quickly merged into the boundless night.
Time goes by little by little, everything is silent, only the stars, on the established trajectory, never stop running.
Gradually the stars recede, the bright moon dims, the clouds gather and disperse, and the sky becomes darker.
Suddenly on the top of the mountain, two star-like eyes shot into the sky.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.
The endless night turned into his back in an instant, and the blue-blue sword edge drew a colorful neon in the air, piercing into the boundless starry night.
"The long river gradually falls, the dawn stars sink!"
Under a sword, the stars faded and disappeared in the sky, the bright moon lost its brilliance and escaped into the clouds, the whole world fell into boundless darkness, hazy, the world was extremely oppressive!
"Day and night shine together, one sword star falls and the moon falls, not enough, not enough, not enough, there should be another sword!"
Yang Qingxuan shouted in his heart. At the moment when the world changed, he sensed the rules and realized the formula "the long river gradually falls and the dawn stars sink", cutting the stars and the moon back.
But when day and night meet, the moon sets and the sun rises, but in an instant, a ray of dawn breaks through the clouds and opens the sky, turning into a beam of light and shining down on the earth.
Following the morning light, Yang Qingxuan's pupils dilated slightly, Fu Ling's heart came, and he suddenly realized.
The cyan and blue sword stabbed out, instantly turning into colorful neon lights, which traversed the night sky.
The morning sun seemed to be cut into pieces by the sword light, turning into a golden glow all over the sky, spreading all over the earth.
Afterwards, the clouds broke and the sky opened, and the rays of the sun shone down, the night dissipated like smoke and clouds, the dawn came, the flowers bloomed and the birds sang, and the sky was as pure as washing.
"It's a good move to cut back the stars and moon, and another good move to break the sky. You can understand the changes in the world and create two unique sword moves. It's too powerful."
A pleasant voice of praise came.
You don't need to turn around to know who it is. There is only that peerless beauty who can have such a beautiful voice.
Yang Qingxuan withdrew his sword and said with a smile: "You're here, I'm just lucky, suddenly Fu Ling's heart came, and I realized it."
Wu Qiyue wore a light blue dress, like an elf in the Cangshan Mountain, so beautiful that it was unreal, she smiled and said: "Luck is just a chance. Everyone has a chance, but not everyone can grasp it. Can the two tricks have a name?"
Yang Qingxuan said: "The first move is called 'the long river gradually falls and the dawn stars sink'. It is an extremely depressive sword comprehended when the stars and the moon recede and the earth falls into endless darkness. The second move is the cloud breaks the sky, Cutting the darkness, bringing infinite light, and realizing the hope of a sword, let's call it "a little bit of consonance shines on the world". "
"A little consonance illuminates the world!"
Wu Qiyue's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed: "A good name, not only contains the meaning of your blessed spirit, but also contains the meaning of this sword illuminating the earth, which is exactly in line with the meaning of this sword."
At this moment, the morning sun was shining and fell on the top of the mountain. Both of them were bathed in the morning light and looked at each other.
Gentlemen and ladies, like poetry and picturesque.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly smiled and said, "Why are you here?"
Wu Qiyue said: "I've been looking for you since you returned to the academy, but you've been practicing swords and retreating."
Yang Qingxuan asked curiously, "How do you know I'm here?"
Wu Qiyue smiled faintly, green light flashed in her eyes, and said: "I have a gifted supernatural power - blue eyes, I can look after the world, it is still very easy to find you."
Yang Qingxuan was full of curiosity, thinking of the spiritual power brought by that drop of demon blood, it seems that there are thousands of ways in the world, and there are different ways.
Wu Qiyue said solemnly: "I came to you this time because of the matter of Qingyang Martial Arts, which is related to a big secret treasure."
Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, and he said: "It's a secret matter, go back to my bedroom and talk about it, lest the walls have ears."
In Shenyin Mountain, there are countless warriors practicing cultivation, and the talents of martial souls vary in thousands of ways, making it impossible to guard against.
Wu Qiyue nodded.
At that moment, the two went down the mountain hand in hand and went back to Yang Qingxuan's bedroom.
As soon as I swiped the card to enter, a faint fragrance hit the room, and the room was once again dressed up.
Wen Wenwen and Jingjing, two sisters, were sitting and drinking tea. When they saw Yang Qingxuan came back, they were extremely happy and greeted them.
(end of this chapter)