Chapter 262

After a few more breaths, the red wooden sword completely fell into the downwind. The red light on the sword body had completely disappeared. Each collision would be hit by the long sword and fly out for a long distance.

Yang Xuan was a wooden sword controlled by the divine spirit. At this time, the wooden sword was damaged and his divine spirit was also hurt. At this time, he only felt a little in his throat and a touch of purplish red in the corners of his mouth.

He coughed twice, and his lips were stained with a little blood, but he didn't care, but played a few Dharma formulas again.

The red wooden sword was summoned by him, and suddenly it was full of light. After suddenly drilling a hole, it flew back.

This sword is related to his cultivation process in the future. It's easy to avoid accidents.

In the distance, a proud smile appeared on Li Changqing's face. The power on the three long swords hardly decreased, but Yang Xuan basically bowed down.

"Without magic weapons, what else can you use to resist me?"

He sneered, his left hand a little, and the three long swords immediately flew to Yang Xuan.

The silver shield slipped around and stood in front of Yang Xuan. It rose up to meet the storm, three or four meters high, completely shielding him behind him.

However, the three long swords suddenly stopped near and didn't hit the silver shield.

The three long swords stood in one direction and trapped Yang Xuan and Yindun. The sword body hummed and formed a strange rhythm.

For a moment, Yang Xuan only felt that the surrounding scenery seemed to suddenly become illusory, and there was an incomparable threat from all around.

The pressure seemed to solidify into substance, so strong that he could hardly move.

"Hiss!"

A light noise came out, and a scar suddenly appeared on his arm. His clothes were neatly cut, and blood overflowed from it.

"Sword spirit!"

The word suddenly appeared in Yang Xuan's mind. His eyes kept looking around. The space here seemed distorted, and the scenery a little farther away would be unreal.

The three long swords are separated by three points, which seems nothing special, but in the perception of the heavenly eye, the periphery of Yang Xuan is covered by a very light film. The three long swords are constantly conveying spiritual power at the edge of the light film.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

After counting the sound continuously, there was no change around, but under the observation of Tianyan, Yang Xuan found several very faint traces.

It was three and a half arc-shaped sword Qi, as if it had been born out of thin air. Suddenly it condensed around Yang Xuan. When he reacted, the sword Qi had crossed and left three bloody wounds on him again.

Li Changqing's face had recovered the gentle smile at the beginning. His body flashed in the air until it reached the edge of the three long swords.

"Kaiguang territory is always Kaiguang territory. With your accomplishments, you can't even break my sword array. What do you take to fight me?"

Li Changqing looked at Yang Xuan up and down, and his eyes were full of ridicule.

"You should be glad. If it's not wangtianfeng here, you're already a dead man based on your attitude towards me. Just for the sake of wangtianfeng's face, I'll only punish you a little this time."

Then he raised his hand and pointed to Yang Xuan. When the light film was inside, there were more than ten half arc sword Qi with very light color, which was quietly suspended in the air.

Li Changqing slightly hooked his fingers and gently clicked on Yang Xuan. A half arc sword Qi suddenly rushed out, crossed Yang Xuan's lower abdomen and pulled out a bloody wound.

"The disciples of the hermit sect are no different. I'll tell you a truth on behalf of your elders today. To be a man, you must first know yourself."

As Li Changqing spoke, his fingers kept pointing. Those half arc sword Qi crossed Yang Xuan's body one by one, but after more than a dozen breaths, Yang Xuan's body became fishy red, just like a bloody man.

However, Rao is so. His eyes are still bright, staring at Li Changqing tightly, and there is no pain on his face.

For Yang Xuan, who has experienced the pain of soul tearing, this degree of pain has no effect at all, and it is even difficult to make him frown.

On the contrary, Li Changqing frowned.

He seemed to be very dissatisfied with Yang Xuan's reaction. His mind moved, and his right hand suddenly pressed down at the same time.

Above the Dharma array composed of the three long swords, a huge virtual shadow of the palm appeared, and fell down rapidly. With the sound of the wind, the spiritual power in the whole area rioted.

Yang Xuan's complexion was stifled, and his whole face suddenly turned red, and dense blood appeared in his eyes.

His body was under tremendous pressure at this time. The bones around him seemed to be falling apart, and his legs were slightly bent. Even if there was spiritual power covering his legs, it was difficult to bear.

The shadow of the palm stopped on his head and kept pressing down with his body.

Yang Xuan clenched his teeth and his eyes were full of shock and anger. At this time, the cultivation of his whole body bloomed without reservation, overflowing his body surface continuously to resist this huge pressure.

There was a constant "click" sound on his body, and several cracks appeared on the ground, and his feet fell slightly into it.

The pressure came directly from above his head, as if to force him to kneel down.

Yang Xuan's throat suddenly jumped. He just felt that his mouth was sweet, and a mouthful of blood immediately sprayed out. His lips were dyed bright red, and some blood stains were stained on his collar.

Li Changqing sneered and said proudly, "you can be regarded as a genius. Unfortunately, the most important thing in the cultivation world is genius. I advise you to be honest. Kneel down and kowtow to me and admit your mistake. I've exposed this matter."

"Otherwise, even if you're a child of the yinshizong clan, it's useless today. If you want to come, you should just keep your life."

His hand still kept pressing down, and a continuous wave of spiritual power came from it and gathered on the virtual shadow of the palm on Yang Xuan's head, increasing his prestige.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came out, and the ground under Yang Xuan's feet could not support such a huge pressure. It burst and broke in all directions, and his feet were completely immersed in it, not to the belly of his lower legs.

However, Rao was so, but Yang Xuan still had no sign of bending his knees. Instead, his legs stood more and more straight, but his face turned red, the veins on his forehead burst, and each blood vessel was clearly visible, as if it would burst at any time.

"Ka!"

Another crisp sound came out, but this time the source of the sound was not the ground, but Yang Xuan's body.