The purple cyclone in the body rotates rapidly, and the surging and pure thunder-attribute vitality swells in the meridians and pours into the blade. {.. Wandou Literature Network}
Xiao Chen condensed the power that came up to the extreme, and put it all into the blade without even a trace spreading out.
The pitch-black blade suddenly flashed with purple light, appearing simple and helpless, in sharp contrast to Xie Zi's violent and crazy power.
break!
His face suddenly condensed, Xiao Chen gave a soft drink, raised the tip of the knife forward, and the flying flaming palm was immediately struck into countless sparks.
broken! broken! broken!
Facing the flaming palms flying like raindrops, Xiao Chen remained motionless, with his feet on the ground as if taking root, and the long knife kept stabbing at the flaming palms flying towards him.
Without exception, the flaming palms struck by his stab shattered into countless sparks and disappeared into the air.
It seemed relaxed and freehand, without any pressure, as if what was flying was not a violent energy attack, but just pieces of tiles.
Bang bang bang!
Other scattered flaming palms fell to the ground, blowing up the arena to pieces and breaking it into pieces, stirring up dust that kept flying in the sky.
It is clear that these flame palms may look small and messy, but their power is real and unambiguous, and they are definitely not tiles.
But looking at the fire in the sky, the swordsman dressed in white and with a calm expression shattered the flying palm of the flame with ease.
Such a huge contrast makes it difficult for people to believe that these flame palms are really so powerful, which seems a bit contradictory.
Shi Hailong was a little uneasy, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. In this case, Xiao Chen would have at least a five-point chance of winning.
Xie Zi's heart tightened. He had swallowed the seventh-grade elixir Xueyuan Dan, which could increase a person's cultivation level by 50% within a stick of incense.
The so-called half-step Martial King refers to the limit of cultivating Martial King with vitality, the limit of Dao Martial King with artistic conception, the limit of Dao Martial King with martial arts cultivation, and the limit of Dao Martial King with martial arts cultivation.
After reaching the limit in all aspects, there will be a qualitative change that is completely different from that of the Martial King. Then, as soon as the spiritual cultivation level is reached, you can successfully enter the realm of the Martial King.
Xie Zi is extremely talented, and his artistic conception skills and martial arts can be said to have reached the limit of King Wu, but his cultivation level is just a little behind.
But after taking the Blood Essence Pill, this gap was completely made up. Within this stick of incense, he could be regarded as a true half-step Martial Emperor.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Xiao Chen could still break his attack so easily without any pressure.
On the already dilapidated arena, except for the one-meter radius under Xiao Chen's feet, the rest of the arena was full of potholes and a mess.
"Thousands of fires, gather together!"
Xie Zi shouted, and countless flaming palms flying down from the air combined together to form a huge flaming palm with clear texture, luster and rhyme.
The palm of his hand was like a high wall, and it collapsed directly. The speed was extremely fast, and the falling shadow instantly covered Xiao Chen.
"I don't believe I can't kill you!"
Xie Zi kept forming seals with his hands, and the sea of fire rolled around him. The power of the falling flame palm was still increasing.
boom!
A ray of purple lightning burst out of the palm like a spear, the end of the lightning.
There is an ethereal figure, holding a slender sword, dressed in white, with a blue cloth on his head, with a delicate face, standing out of thin air.
boom!
The palm of his hand landed firmly on the ground without any pause, and the arena sank silently, sinking more than ten meters.
The power was so powerful that it was jaw-dropping. It was hard for the onlookers to imagine how the white figure in the sky was able to burst out of the palm with just one knife.
call out!
Xiao Chen pointed his sword at the sky angrily, and the energy in his heart that had never lost its edge spurted out along with the blade, straight into the sky.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang!
The six-foot-long blade trembled non-stop, and a fierce sword intent spread instantly over the entire Tianwu Square.
Among the thousands of warriors who were watching, the weapons of some swordsmen could not help but shake violently, as if they were about to be released at any moment.
Jiang Zimozuo, Mo Dingfengchou and other warriors of the same generation as Xiao Chen looked at each other with strange expressions when they saw this scene.
After a moment, Zuo Mo said with some uncertainty: "It should be the sword's intention. Dingfengchou, you tell me. You are a swordsman and you have understood the sword's intention. You have more say than us."
Looking at the white figure in the sky, Dingfengchou felt extremely bitter in his heart. From now on, facing this person, Dingfengchou might have to look at him from a distance forever.
Sighing softly, Dingfengchou nodded heavily and said: "Don't guess, that is the intention of the sword. In fact, he should have thought of it a long time ago. After passing the threshold of desire, his mood was completely perfect, and the energy in his heart turned into a sword. It’s also a very natural thing.”
Having said that, he did not expect that Xiao Chen would comprehend the meaning of the sword so early. According to his estimation, it would take at least two years for Xiao Chen to comprehend the meaning of the sword.
After receiving Dingfengchou's affirmative answer, several people fell silent. The intention of the sword was different from the intention of the sword, making it harder to understand.
If you can comprehend the meaning of the sword before the age of thirty, you can become a peerless swordsman.
Xiao Chen understood the meaning of the sword before he was twenty years old, which was enough to rival the ancient sword masters, and the gap between him and them widened once again.
Shi Hailong opened his mouth slightly and closed it after a long time. On his old face, all worries disappeared and he said with a smile: "Hahaha, Gong Haoyu, you are humiliating yourself this time. Let me see what you do with you when you go back." The master of the pavilion explains.”
Xie Zi's second uncle, Gong Haoyu, looked gloomy and said strugglingly: "Don't laugh too early, it's just the intention of the sword, and it's not enough to see in front of the Half-Step Martial Emperor."
call out!
The energy in his heart spurted out, and Xiao Chen felt extremely relaxed all over his body.
The intention of the sword is fulfilled, and the edge in my heart is eternal. From this moment on, Xiao Chen can truly be called a swordsman.
Xie Zi's face was unpredictable. Looking at Xiao Chen, who was fluttering in white clothes in the air and looking down at the audience with his sword intent, he almost felt a sense of despair in his heart.
No, no, after I become famous, no one will beat me except the top figures in the Jin Kingdom.
He, Xiao Chen, is just a warrior from Qin State, and there is no way he can defeat me. I want to win, I want to win, I want to take away his luck and completely become the top genius of the Great Jin Kingdom.
Xie Zi roared angrily, veins popped out on his forehead, and shouted loudly: "Dance of Ten Thousand Fires!"
With his hands forming seals, the sea of fire around him turned up into layers of waves, and the temperature in the entire square boiled completely.
The hot and scorching air made people have to use their strength to resist in order to dispel the heat wave.
rise!
Pointing one hand directly at Xiao Chen, sweat dropped from Xie Zi's face drop by drop. This move overdrawn all his energy, causing his face to be extremely pale.
If he hadn't taken the Blood Essence Pill, with his own vitality, he wouldn't have been able to use this move.
Tsk tsk tsk!
In the sea of fire, thousands of flame ribbons as thick as arms were wrapped around Xiao Chen, trying to completely block him.
Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold, and his gaze was as sharp as a blade. He held the long knife tightly in his right hand and waved it lightly. With the help of the sharp knife intention, the light of the knife was extremely bright.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The swordsmen in the field could no longer control their weapons, and they all flew into the air.
The sword's intention is eternal and its edge is immortal!
With the help of the sharp sword intention, Xiao Chen retreated instead of advancing. For the first time after his cultivation reached the peak of the middle-grade Martial King, his strength was fully displayed without reservation.
Click, click, click!
Under the blazing sword light, the flame ribbons were cut into pieces like noodles cut by the sword light.
Flying in the mid-air, the red light was dazzling and looked extremely beautiful. Xiao Chen went all the way down, like a broken bamboo, directly in front of Xie Zi.
All the flame belts were cut into pieces. This upgraded version of Dance of Thousand Fires, which had brought great trouble to Xiao Chen, was broken like fallen leaves by the autumn wind.
call out!
The fierce sword intention flickered on the stage, and the flame vision created by Xie Zi's artistic conception suddenly dissipated.
Xie Zi's prepared last resort was ended halfway by such a domineering approach.
"You are defeated."
With the blade on Xie Zi's neck, Xiao Chen looked calm and softly repeated what he had said before.