Chapter 1317 The ultimate move is out of control, and the power of a sword

"If two can't work, come to the third one!"

Yang Qingxuan secretly shouted, "Endless Tribulation Third Generation! Black Flame Come Out!"

The fire source formation in the dantian rotated, and the black flame mixed with ink was suddenly twitched, pouring into the meridians of the whole body, swimming along the roadmap of the Taichu Yanhuo Technique, and soon forced out from the fingertips.

At this time, not only Yang Wuxin and Lu Yifan's faces changed greatly, but even Yang Qingxuan himself showed a shocked expression, after the black flame appeared, he directly rushed into the two flames and turned into a third color.

Yang Qingxuan only felt trembling all over, the unbearable pain of the meridians all over his body, and controlling the three flames at the same time was already beyond his limit, and he was about to get out of control.

The purple, red, and black flames were constantly colliding, and sparks were scattering out, dancing wildly in the air, like multi-colored fireflies, brilliant and gorgeous, but where they flew, the air was burned out of a deep black mark.

Yang Wuxin's face sank, although he saw that Yang Qingxuan was on the verge of collapse, but the flying of those three flames brought him a trace of danger, as if as long as this three-color fire was sealed, he would be defeated.

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable and unwilling to believe.

Yang Wuxin said coldly: "Even if the sky is endless, you can't see it!

As he spoke, he slashed down with a sword.

A dazzling golden light, like a long river, rushed across the sky.

The sword intent filled the heavens and the earth, and its momentum was unstoppable, falling straight down for nine days, as if it wanted to wash away the filth of the world and cut off all the troublesome fetters.

"It's up to you whether you can see it or not!"

Yang Qingxuan snorted vigorously, forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, his hands quickly sealed, and the pattern of the Emperor Flame Recipe in the Taichu Yanhuo Sutra kept appearing in his mind.

In the three seas of fire, there were constantly seals turning up, turning into golden light and disillusioning in the air.

The fire light and the sword qi were far away, and before they could make contact, a powerful spiritual pressure burst out, almost tearing the entire hall apart.

The speed of Yang Qingxuan's seal continued to increase, and the three flames were difficult to control, if he couldn't form the emperor flame seal, he wouldn't be able to stop Yang Wuxin's sword at all.

Yang Qingxuan's face was extremely pale, and sweat was like rain.

The center of the eyebrows suddenly flashed black, and a vertical eye protruded, which suddenly opened.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan only felt that the black flame in his body suddenly stagnated, as if it had condensed, and he could no longer operate for half a minute!

"What?!"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, he clearly sensed the power of the pupil of the dark night, and he was in a hurry, at this critical moment, the pupil of the dark night actually took a salary from the bottom of the kettle and suppressed his black flame.

Not only that, but the other two flames, the purple flame and the red flame, were also instantly exhausted, and it was difficult to operate anymore.

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and he watched the Emperor Flame Seal, which was about to be completed, suddenly shatter in front of him, and with a "bang", it turned into sparks, and it swirled slowly in front of him, which was very beautiful.

Yang Qingxuan was bitter in his heart, after all, he fell short and was going to lose.

Time seemed to stand still for half of it, and Lu Yifan, Shi Yuyan, Du Ruo and others all opened their eyes in horror, as if they were going to rush over desperately.

But their expressions and movements, in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, were so slow, slow to the extreme.

Even Yang Wuxin's sword was slowed down countless times.

But even so, the vast Taixuan Sword Intent still poured straight down, wanting to smash his body and the entire world.

"Pupil of the Night, you Malegobi, Lao Tzu has no grievances with you, why do you want to harm me!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart swelled with unwillingness, and he roared desperately in his heart.

But his whole body was suppressed by the power of the holy weapon, and he couldn't resist at all.

"Hmph, I'm hurting you? If the old man wants to hurt you, will you still be alive? Don't make noise! The old man is saving you. ”

In Yang Qingxuan's ears, an old voice suddenly sounded, with a cold and disdainful tone.

"Are you...... Elven King?!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart shook wildly.

This voice He still remembers, in the spirit of the mind, the old man who fought with the mysterious man, the person who was called the "Elf King" by the mysterious man, was this voice.

Later, Yang Qingxuan tried every possible way to find the Elf King, but no matter how he drove the Pupil of Night, he could never get it.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment of this decisive battle, the elf king actually appeared, and he was going to harm him with one hand.

"Save me, did you save me like that?"

Yang Qingxuan said bitterly: "In the next moment, I will be crushed by Taixuan Sword Intent." ”

The Elven King's voice said coldly, "Do you think you are immortal? If I hadn't cut off your fire source and forcibly suppressed you to cast that Emperor Flame Seal, you would have been burned to ashes by the runaway fire source by now." Even if it is an immortal body, if you casually cast the Emperor Flame Seal, you will be reduced to ashes. ”

The Elven King seems to have some understanding of the Emperor Flame Seal.

But Yang Qingxuan had no intention of asking, and said dejectedly: "It is better to be annihilated by your own divine powers than to be killed by your opponent with a sword." Moreover, the control of the three flames, although not so handy, has not yet reached the level of death. ”

The Elf King sneered: "You underestimate the Taichu Yan Fire Technique, that Emperor Flame Seal is not something that you can cast at your level." As for life and death, hmph, a group of ignorant juniors, you will be fine for the time being. At least I won't die under this sword, and as for whether the big trouble in the back will die, I don't know. ”

"Big trouble? I can't pass this sword, what more trouble could there be?"

Yang Qingxuan was surprised in his heart, he obviously didn't believe the words of the Elf King, because the sword had already fallen and was about to be slashed at him.

Lu Yifan, Shi Yuyan and the others were already screaming in horror.

If a person dies, the whole world will be reduced to nothingness.

For some reason, at this moment, Yang Qingxuan seemed extremely calm, without a trace of panic and messiness in his heart, quietly watching the sword fall.

Wait for the golden greatsword to smash him and the whole world together.

"Boom!"

The strong sword wind in front of Yang Qingxuan fell, shaking him, and all those out-of-control flames were extinguished, and his clothes flew up.

Yang Qingxuan looked at the air in surprise, although Yang Wuxin's sword was cut out, it did not fall, but continued to shatter in the air, and only a few wisps of sword intent fell.

Yang Wuxin's face was also full of horror, and he looked at his hand in disbelief, not only the sword shape was shattered, but even the power in his body was constantly passing, as if there was an earth-shattering force that suppressed him!

Yang Qingxuan was ecstatic, and said excitedly: "Elf King, is it your strength? strong, so strong! Quietly, I didn't feel anything, so I suppressed the other party's Taixuan Sword Intent!"

"Hmph, don't get excited too early, although I won't hurt you, I don't plan to save you. It wasn't my hand. After the last battle with that Realm King man, my strength was very weak, and I couldn't suppress it in the air. ”

The voice of the Elven King came faintly.

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