In the sky, billowing dark clouds were coming, endless, low thunder, rumbling, and small lightning flashes pierced the night sky from time to time, illuminating the ground with light. {.. Wandou Literature Network}
Xiao Chen looked calm, his right hand resting on the handle of the knife, and the artistic conception of thunder continued to condense. The roar of thunder in the sky became louder and louder, as if there were thousands of troops in the middle, with prancing horses roaring.
Endless momentum was wandering in the back mountain. In the air, purple airflow visible to the naked eye kept floating, making a constant sound.
Wu Kui breaks the sky!
Xiao Chen gave a soft drink, and the ancient sacred tree Wu Kui above his head grew rapidly. When the Wu Kui tree was completely grown, Xiao Chen's right hand clasped on the handle of the knife immediately started to wave.
Phew!
A bright beam of light lit up on the snow-white blade, and the continuous thunder in the sky suddenly stopped, and it was silent for less than half a second.
A thunder that resounded throughout the world suddenly erupted, and a terrifying purple lightning pierced the dark clouds in the sky, tearing apart the dark night, like a roaring dragon falling from the sky.
At this moment, Xiao Chen's momentum reached its peak, like a peerless sword unsheathed, its sharp edge revealed, swaying in all directions, and his gaze was like a sharp blade cutting through the air.
Boom!
The artistic conception and the power of the sword finally merged perfectly, and the light beam on the blade quickly lengthened in just the blink of an eye.
The mountain peak a thousand meters ahead was swept by the beam of light, the mountain top shattered, and rocks swayed down from high in the sky.
When the rocks hit the light pillar, they were immediately annihilated, leaving only a pile of powder, which flew away with the wind and disappeared into Sumeru.
clang!
Xiao Chen sheathed his sword, and the thunderclouds in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the muffled thunder stopped. The night became silent again, leaving only the sound of falling rocks and swaying.
A joyful smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face, and he murmured: "In two days, Wu Kui Po Tian and my Thunder Concept were finally completely integrated together. This move is enough to disdain the realm of Wu Zun. In terms of power and There is only a thin line between heaven-level elementary martial arts.”
Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Chen took out an intermediate spirit stone and quickly restored his energy.
After a while, the consumed vitality was immediately restored, but the vitality in the intermediate spirit stone had not been completely consumed yet. Xiao Chen followed the trend and directly entered the state of cultivation.
Fuse the remaining energy in the intermediate spirit stone into the cyclone above the Dantian. When the spirit stone is completely consumed, the cyclone slightly increases by a small circle, and the energy it can hold increases again.
Xiao Chen did not get up in a hurry, but continued to run the Purple Thunder Art, completely integrating the energy he had just absorbed into his body and turning it into his own cultivation.
After the Purple Thunder Art had been operating for a full circle, Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and purple light flashed through his pupils.
Xiao Chen stood up and looked at the distant horizon. A faint light appeared. Dawn was approaching, and he said: "After dawn, there are only five days left. Wu Kui broke the sky and merged with the artistic conception just now, which is what is really left." There are only four days left.”
"Four days, use three days to practice the eighth move of Wu Kui Sword Technique, and the remaining day, consolidate and modify the Thunderous Roar, so that I have three trump cards."
After taking out some simple godmothers from the Qiankun Ring to eat, Xiao Chen continued to master the fusion of Wu Kui Breaking the Sky and the artistic conception of thunder.
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The vast Lingyun Mountains range up and down in all directions, and are countless meters wide. There are many desolate peaks, on top of an extremely secluded peak.
The mountain was extremely desolate, bare, without any vegetation, except for stones. Murong Chong stood quietly on the top of the mountain with his eyes closed.
The mountain is two thousand meters high, and strong winds are blowing, causing Murong Chong's clothes to flutter and his hair to dance wildly.
call out!
Murong Chong opened his eyes fiercely, the light in his eyes was restrained, and his hair suddenly stopped swinging. The wind passed by him, as if penetrating his body, merging with the wind.
"The artistic conception of wind has finally come to fruition, and my speed can reach the speed of sound ahead of schedule. In this way, I am 70% sure of avoiding his move."
Murong Chong said calmly. After finishing his words, his body flashed on the spot and drifted down in the direction of the wind without making any sound. In the blink of an eye, it had covered a distance of five hundred meters.
The body kept flashing towards the foot of the mountain. In the sky, the clouds began to slowly boil, and they kept surging under the clear sky.
The clouds high in the sky were pulled by an inexplicable force and began to collide rapidly. As the clouds collided, thunder sounded from the sky.
Phew!
The long sword in Murong Chong's hand suddenly unsheathed, and a bolt of lightning flew above the clouds. Before the lightning hit the ground, a violent wind swept through the sky.
The thunder and lightning flashed and immediately merged into the strong wind. The invisible strong wind instantly turned purple and formed a purple tornado. The lightning flashed in the wind and the thunder was loud.
Murong Chong's body rose from the ground, and his figure was ethereal and invisible in the air, like a cloud moving in the wind. The purple tornado behind him followed his erratic figure, moving up and down.
Wherever it passed, some countless tall rocks were directly smashed into pieces by the purple tornado, turning into dust all over the sky, dancing with the wind, and the dust suddenly flew up like yellow sand.
Chasing clouds and lightning!
Murong Chong, who was floating in the air, shouted softly, and the purple dragon scroll changed out of thin air, transforming into a shining purple dragon, and flew towards the place where Murong Chong's knife light pointed.
The speed is extremely fast, almost comparable to the speed of sound, a dragon composed of lightning, clouds and strong winds. It hit a mountain peak with a bang, and the top of the mountain immediately collapsed and was crushed into countless powders.
Open the clouds and see the sky!
Murong Chong shouted softly again, the figure fell to the ground, and a bright light lit up on the blade.
It stretched infinitely in an instant and shot straight into the sky. The billowing clouds were instantly dispersed by the light of the sword, and the bright sun shone brightly, becoming more intense.
All-powerful!
Murong Chong roared suddenly, and the cold blade of the sword began to tremble uncontrollably.
The strong wind surged behind him, rolling up endless dust. In the sky, the clouds rolled and surged continuously, reaching a distance of eighteen thousand meters.
For a moment, the wind and clouds surged, the sky and the earth changed color, and Murong Chong's momentum soared into the sky, as if he was the only king between heaven and earth. He stood there with a peerless sword unsheathed, which could stab him all day long.
The sword was swung out, and the cold light of the sword lit up in an instant. The wind stopped, the clouds did not move, and between the sky and the earth, only the blade's light remained bright.
Murong Chong loosened his wrist forward, and the sword light immediately left the blade, forming a surging sword energy and rushing towards the ground.
On the ground, a long ravine that was three feet wide and ten feet deep was immediately opened. The sword energy was like a pillar, and it flew for five thousand meters before stopping.
Looking around, one can see the five-kilometer-long ravine, and it is impossible to see the edge at a glance. The artistic conception of the wind and clouds remaining on the ravine lingers for a long time. The dust in the sky rises from the ground and dances wildly in the wind.
clang!
Murong Chong stood up with his sword put away, looking at the endless dust in front of him and the terrifying ravine below. No expression could be seen clearly on his stern face, and he said lightly: "Nine Secrets of Qingyun, Liu Ruyue will definitely tell Ye Chen, don't treat it as The real trump card.”
"Only the already completed Cloud Concept and the three self-created Fengyun Styles can be used as my real trump card. Now that the Wind Concept has been completed, the Wind and Cloud are perfectly combined. No one under the King of Martial Arts can be my opponent."