Murong Chong slowly stood up from the ground, and a purple lightning struck from the clouds, piercing the dim arena. {.. Wandou Literature Network}
call!
A strong wind suddenly rose, and the lightning merged with it, forming a terrifying purple tornado.
Murong Chong pointed his sword, and the purple tornado immediately swept towards Xiao Chen and the Wu Kui Sacred Tree in the air.
Bang bang bang!
The violent purple tornado combines the energy of wind and lightning. It has the properties of lightning. The violent wind is powerful enough to compete with advanced earth-level martial arts.
After impacting on the sunflower tree, both martial arts with electric light emitted terrifying electric currents in the air. Silver snakes danced wildly, and the air was filled with electric currents the size of small snakes.
There were five hits in total, and each hit made a loud crackling sound, and the color of Xiao Chen's Sunflower Sacred Tree became much darker.
On the fifth stroke, Xiao Chen's magical Wu Kui tree disappeared completely. The terrifying purple tornado lost the obstacle of Wu Kui and headed towards Xiao Chen fiercely with a violent aura.
retreat!
The artistic conception of thunder was suppressed, and Xiao Chen did not dare to fight head-on. He could only avoid its sharp edge, opened the wind boots, and flew back behind him at the speed of sound.
Whoops!
Next to the purple tornado, Murong Chong's figure suddenly appeared in the air, erratic, with both the violence of the wind and the mist of the clouds. The combination of the two made it elusive.
clang!
A piece of sword light struck Xiao Chen fiercely from a strange angle. Xiao Chen swung his sword to resist, and violent power came from above, which instantly defeated the thunderous conception contained in the sword's power.
Back again!
Then with this force, Xiao Chen's body flew back again, and the right hand holding the knife was numb from the shock, and he almost couldn't hold the handle of the knife.
As Xiao Chen kept retreating, the thunderclouds in the sky were continuously compressed by the opponent's artistic conception of wind and cloud. Under the ebb and flow of one another, Murong Chong's momentum was like a rainbow, and he suddenly reversed the decline.
"Give up. Although your conception of thunder is extremely pure, there is no chance when combined with my conception of wind and cloud."
Murong Chong's voice rang in the air. The sound followed Murong Chong's erratic figure and came from all directions. It was difficult to tell the specific direction and lingered in the wind for a long time.
"Murong Chong is Murong Chong, and he has hidden it so deeply. In addition to Dacheng's artistic conception of wind, I didn't expect that there is also Dacheng's artistic conception of cloud. The most important thing is that the combination is so perfect. He is worthy of being the number one on the Tiandao Pavilion's most popular list. people."
"The artistic conception of thunder has been suppressed. In this case, Ye Chen's combat power is only that of an ordinary mid-level Martial Lord. It is only a matter of time before he loses."
"It seems that Murong Chong's undefeated myth will continue for some time. The younger generation, at least no one in Xihe Mansion can defeat him. Looking at Daqin, he can also be ranked in the top three."
The situation on the field was quite obvious. Murong Chong, who displayed his artistic conception of cloud, completely reversed the deadlock, and the advantage Xiao Chen had just created was wiped out.
He could only be passively suppressed and beaten. Most people believed that when his thunderous artistic conception was compressed to the point where it completely disappeared, that was when he was defeated.
A lonely look flashed across Liu Ruyue's face. She was not worried about whether Xiao Chen could keep Qingyun Peak, she just hoped that he could survive.
And not losing the edge of a warrior, especially the edge of a swordsman, because of this failure, was what she was most worried about.
Even at this point, Xiao Chen's heart was still extremely calm. He seemed to have a strange feeling in his heart. The surrounding discussions and Murong Chong's words did not cause any interference to him.
My mind was clear, and I was still thinking about ways to break the situation.
The reason why he has become so passive now is undoubtedly because his artistic conception has been suppressed. This is the first time he has encountered such a situation.
Although I knew that artistic conception was important before, I didn't expect it to be so important. Wu Kui Zhentian, who had lost the support of strong artistic conception, was even worse than the opponent's purple tornado.
At this moment, even if the Wu Kui sword technique is used, it may not be able to achieve the expected power. Without the support of artistic conception, it is really difficult to move forward.
In the past seven days, he had put the cart before the horse. He should not spend too much time practicing new martial arts, but should strengthen his artistic conception.
Xiao Chen's artistic conception itself is not powerful, but because of practicing the Purple Thunder Art, his artistic conception is much purer than that of ordinary warriors. Xiaocheng's peak artistic conception can overwhelm the opponent's Dacheng artistic conception.
From the beginning of the duel, he was able to compete with Murong Chong, who was much higher than him in cultivation, without falling behind. This was largely due to this reason.
But it's not too late to know now. Even if he loses today, he has gained enough, and the direction of progress in the future will become much clearer.
Bump!
While Xiao Chen was thinking, his hands did not stop moving. He used his spiritual sense to try to capture Murong Chong's erratic figure and block his sword moves one by one.
In the sky, Xiao Chen's artistic conception of thunder has been suppressed to the last step. Only a thundercloud is still struggling to support it, surrounded by rolling white clouds combined with the artistic conception of wind.
The billowing white clouds were boundless, raising Murong Chong's momentum to its peak. Looking at Xiao Chen who had retreated to the corner, Murong Chong said calmly: "Let's end it, the three styles of Fengyun, chasing clouds and lightning!"
Murong Chong roared, and the terrifying purple tornado turned into a twisting dragon that was a hundred meters long. The dense dragon scales on the dragon's body were clearly visible, as if it were a real dragon.
White clouds floated around the dragon, and it jumped out of the clouds with a swipe. It opened its mouth and spit out a stream of green smoke, roaring towards Xiao Chen.
The violent auger, whose speed has exceeded the speed of sound, is infinitely close to twice the speed of sound. It didn't give Xiao Chen any extra time to think before it arrived in front of him.
Looking at the roaring dragon flying rapidly towards Xiao Chen on the stage, everyone in the arena took a breath of cold air. Liu Ruyue couldn't help but stood up from her seat and opened her mouth to say something.
Bang bang!
The moment the auger swallowed Xiao Chen, a violent explosion suddenly erupted, and a blue dragon circled on Xiao Chen's right arm.
Although the green dragon is small, the martial spirit of the ancient mythical beast is genuine, and the small dragon is just a fake dragon in terms of reality.
Where could it be the real dragon's opponent, it was suddenly broken by the green dragon and exploded into pieces of scattered air currents.
After breaking through the green dragon that was chasing clouds and lightning, the energy contained in it had not been used up yet. It opened its mouth and roared out a dragon roar that resounded throughout the world. The majesty of the holy beast spread over the entire arena.
All the warriors in the stands felt a trembling from the bottom of their hearts. This dragon's roar actually contained holy power.
Murong Chong frowned and condensed a series of violent wind walls to block in front of him, trying to resist the attack of this move.
The Qinglong Martial Spirit hidden in more than 300 acupuncture points in his body is Xiao Chen's real trump card, but Xiao Chen will never use this trump card unless absolutely necessary.
The Qinglong Martial Spirit has disappeared for thousands of years and has existed like a mystery. If his identity as the Qinglong Martial Spirit is spread, I am afraid it will create unnecessary waves.
But the move Murong Chong just made was too dangerous, and Xiao Chen's artistic conception was suppressed. There is no other way to resist or avoid it. He can only use this trump card, or he may die from this move.
In the sky, the billowing white clouds that had been suppressing Xiao Chen's conception of thunder actually began to shrink unexpectedly. The holy power contained in the dragon's roar actually forced back Murong Chong's conception.
Bang bang bang!
Qinglong broke through the wind wall set up by Murong Chong, making harsh friction sounds. Seeing that the wind wall could not resist Qinglong, Murong Chong made a quick decision and quickly retreated.
The erratic figure flashed up and down in the air, laying down wind walls with every step it took. The green dragon followed closely as if it was alive, and would not let go.
After chasing for a distance of more than a thousand meters, due to the exhaustion of power, it turned into nothingness and disappeared into the air.
"The green dragon actually contains holy power. What is going on? Could it be that his martial spirit was also inherited from ancient times?" After Murong Chong landed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still filled with doubts in his heart.
Boom!
At this moment, the muffled sound of thunder that had stayed in the field for a long time sounded again, and Xiao Chen's thunderous conception reached its peak again.
Murong Chong's expression changed, and he saw that there was only a small thundercloud left in the sky, but it was already competing with his white clouds, each standing on one side in the sky above the ring, without giving in.
It was time for the final decisive battle, and Xiao Chen didn't want to give the other side another chance to force him back.
Wu Kui breaks the sky!
With a soft drink, a huge thunder sounded between the sky and the earth. The ancient sacred tree Aoi above Xiao Chen's head grew rapidly with the thunder.
When the Wukui Sacred Tree finished growing, a bright sword pillar rose from the blade, rising into the sky and elongating rapidly, as if it was going to break the sky and shatter the earth.