Nine transformations of Shenxiao!
One of the most demanding martial arts skills in Shenxiao Sect, once used, it immediately put Ling Yu into trouble.
The entire Ziyan Sect was stunned. The changes caused by the nine sword lights and the power of the heaven and earth were terrifying and frightening.
There are only two moves, and Feng Yu, the Little Thunder Sword, has one more move yet to come out.
"First block the six sword lights and then talk!"
Ling Yu made up his mind, caught the six sword lights, and resisted the last three with his body.
His vitality and physique have been greatly improved. Three sword rays will not hurt him too seriously, and he can withstand one sword.
"Tianxing Cloud Shattering Fist!"
The stars flickered, and in the blink of an eye, Ling Yu used all his strength to punch six times.
Each punch blast shattered a blade of light, and the shattered blade of light turned into a little bit of purple light, floating in the air.
There were still three sword rays left, sweat dripped from Ling Yu's forehead, six punches was already his limit.
There were three sword lights left, and he could only resist them with his body. He moved his steps and mobilized his true energy to avoid any vital damage.
But at this moment, the three sword lights merged into one.
Thunderclouds with a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly condensed together and turned into a thick black cloud.
In an instant, the sword light burst out with bright thunder, and Wu Yun's body suddenly appeared at this moment, holding the sword and falling down.
The thunder and lightning caused by the light of the sword looked like a purple dragon, with its teeth and claws spread out, like a living creature.
Ling Yu was shocked. He never expected that Feng Yun's Nine Transformations of the Divine Sky would be so superb.
It’s over!
This knife was fast and very sharp, and the angle was extremely tricky. What's more serious, it was completely beyond Ling Yu's expectations.
Not in his plan, this change of situation put Ling Yu at an extremely disadvantageous position.
"Three moves!"
There was a smile on Feng Yu's lips that was determined to win. The dragon roared and slashed with the light of his sword.
At this moment, the core disciples of Shenxiao Sect all stood up slowly with a smile.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Ling Yu is finished. Even if he uses the ancient blood, Feng Yu still has the ancient blood.
At that time, the injuries will only be worse and the defeat will be more embarrassing.
The Ziyan Sect's disciple's face looked different. After this sword fell, the young master uncle would not be able to recover within two months.
At that time, the opportunity of the demon battlefield will be equivalent to no chance.
Whoops!
A sudden change occurred, and the disciples of the two factions in Worship Jianfeng saw a flash of strong wind. There seemed to be a figure rushing past in front of him, and the next moment a figure suddenly appeared next to Ling Yu.
"Uncle Master?" Ling Yu said in shock, Xiao Chen actually came to the ring.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly, looked at the light of the sword above his head, thoughtfully, and then pointed out with a clear finger.
Wow!
The terrifying thunder and lightning dragon escaped into Xiao Chen's body, like a river flowing into the sea, silently and without any reaction.
The knife in Feng Yu's hand was bounced away.
The whole world fell silent, and everyone was stunned. They rubbed their eyes and couldn't believe what they saw.
Xiao Chen himself has realized the realm of thunder, and he is also practicing the Purple Thunder Art, so he is a warrior with the thunder attribute.
If this knife was energy of other attributes, Xiao Chen wouldn't be able to catch it so easily, but with thunder and lightning, it would really be nothing.
In his sea of consciousness, there is a divine thunder that is countless times more powerful than this.
clang!
Feng Yu's knife penetrated three inches into the ring surface.
His face was extremely ugly, a little incredulous, and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Don't you know the rules of worshiping the sword's edge?"
Xiao Chen stopped Ling Yu who was about to speak and said calmly: "I know the rules of worshiping Jianfeng. No one is allowed to interfere in the duel, including the disciples and elders, no matter how serious the casualties are."
Feng Yu took a step forward, drew out his long sword, and there was lightning flashing on the blade, and said sternly: "Since you know and dare to break the rules, then even if I kill you now, your elders from the Ziyan Sect will not dare to say what."
He was furious in his heart, not only was the second transformation of Shenxiao's nine transformations easily broken by the other party, but he also ruined his plan to abolish Ling Yu.
"It turns out that people from the Ziyan Sect are so ignorant of the rules."
"Haha, the sect has declined. It will fall back to the third level sect at any time. Now it doesn't even follow the rules."
"Where are the elders of Ziyan Sect? When I return, I will definitely ask the elders of my Shenxiao Sect to comment!"
The disciples of the Shenxiao Sect began to sneer and mock, trying to build momentum for their senior brother.
The core disciples of Ziyan Sect were a little confused because they didn't know Xiao Chen at all.
"Yeah, I just broke the rules, what do you want?"
Xiao Chen didn't care, since he was not from the Ziyan Sect anyway, so there were so many rules to abide by.
He is not afraid of this small thunder knife. If the other party takes action, it just happens that his hands are itchy recently.
I am also a practitioner of the Way of Thunder. Let’s see who has a deeper understanding of the Way of Thunder, and who has a deeper understanding of the Way of Swords.
"Do you want to die?"
Feng Yu looked furious at Xiao Chen's indifferent expression.
Seeing that the matter was getting serious, Ling Yu was a little scrupulous, fearing that Xiao Chen would get injured if he fought with Feng Yu, so he quickly said: "Feng Yu, he is my master Zifeng's junior brother, he is not a member of the sect, and there are some rules that he can not abide by. If we fight today, I will lose, and you don’t have to honor your bet.”
Wow!
The scene was filled with exclamations of exclamation. No one expected that Xiao Chen's identity was so powerful.
"Senior Zifeng's junior brother?"
"No way, senior Zifeng, how could there be a junior brother with half-step Danyuan."
"Is he also a Panhuang disciple?"
"But Ling Yu, you shouldn't joke about this kind of thing."
There were all kinds of comments at the scene, with people expressing confusion, confusion, and surprise.
A flash of light flashed in Feng Yu's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Zhi Feng's junior brother? Senior Zhi Feng, when did you become a junior brother? Is it possible that you are still Panhuang's disciple? What a joke."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yu dodged and struck Xiao Chen with a knife.
"No matter who you are, if you dare to break the rules and ruin my good deeds, you have to pay the price!"
Xiao Chen's eyes condensed, and in the sea of consciousness, the heart of reincarnation quietly bloomed. The artistic conception of reincarnation permeated the whole body, and everyone's movements became slower in his eyes.
In this vast world, it is much more difficult to display the artistic conception of reincarnation than in Kunlun, and the duration is shorter, not even a moment.
But facing an opponent of Feng Yu's level, when the opponent has already taken the first shot, if you want to win quickly, you must use the artistic conception of reincarnation.
Even if it doesn't take even a moment, it is enough.
Click!
There was a flash of sword light, the second one came first, and the Yueying Sword took the sheath and came out. The gentle moonlight like autumn water shone on the blade, giving it a luster like water waves.
The clear and melodious sound of unsheathing is like spring water dripping from the mountains, making people happy and comfortable.
Feng Yu looked shocked. He really didn't expect Xiao Chen's sword light to be so fast and so cruel.
The moment it appeared, his sword power was broken.
Whoosh whoosh!
He took four or five steps back, and his expression suddenly became serious: "Your sword-drawing skills..."
We are all people who use swords, and we all know that many times, the seemingly ordinary and simple sword drawing technique contains much skill.
Whether a swordsman's sword practice is high or not can be easily seen from the skill of drawing a sword.
Xiao Chen's sword drawing skills have been cultivated to a level where Feng Yu can feel many things that outsiders cannot see.
At that moment, the opponent's sword skills had already surpassed his own.
It's not just a star or a half, and his cultivation level is higher than that of the other party, he still takes the first shot.
But he is the one who retreats. Just looking at the facts, there is no need to say anything else.
Zizz!
A long knife mark appeared on Feng Yu's chest, and blood flowed out, staining his clothes red.
"Still haven't escaped, how is this possible!"
Feng Yu's expression changed completely, he was horrified, and looked at Xiao Chen, full of confusion: "I clearly dodged it, how could I still be hurt?"
can't read? It’s okay if you don’t understand it, but if you understand it, how can it hit you so hard
Xiao Chen said lightly: "Can't you understand? Then go back and practice for a few more years. At your level, don't come to Ziyan Sect anymore. You will only bring shame on yourself and lose your master's face."
There was a thunder in Feng Yu's mind, and his eyes became frightened: "Impossible, how could I disgrace my master? I practiced swordplay when I was six years old, and I debuted when I was eighteen..."