If it is as Bai Qi said at the beginning, as long as the mountain is cut off and the water is broken, it is just a decoration in the face of the strong artistic conception and absolute strength.
Roar!
Nangong Ziyue was defeated. The golden dragon above her head whined and was swallowed half a foot long by the white golden dragon. Its luster also became much duller, making it look weak and listless.
On the other hand, the golden dragon on Bai Qi's head showed its teeth and claws, roaring repeatedly, its eyes were bright, and it was powerful. It was eight feet long, catching up with Sima Lingxuan's eight feet and five feet.
Recalling Bai Qi's Four Seasons Sword Technique in his mind, Xiao Chen was thoughtful, it was a bit different from what he imagined.
Since then, Bai Qi has learned the Four Seasons Sword Technique, and he also learned it on his own.
Now it seems that it is wrong. Bai Qi followed the same path as the ancestors of the Bai family. It was probably after Baishuihe successfully understood the Four Seasons Sword Techniques that he told future generations his thoughts and experiences.
With a vague idea in his heart, Xiao Chen whispered to himself: "Following the path of our predecessors, we can naturally take many twists and turns, and it will be much easier. But this Four Seasons Sword Technique is different from other martial arts. There is no fixed artistic conception. I The one who understands is the most suitable.”
In short, if Bai Qi just followed the path of Baishuihe, he would be defeated badly when he met Xiao Chen, and there would be no accidents.
Liu Suifeng on the side was astonished. He was also a swordsman and could feel the majestic power of the spring water move better than ordinary people.
He said with a little sigh: "What a powerful swordsmanship. No wonder others say that the Four Seasons swordsmanship is the strongest martial arts under the heaven level. It is indeed well-deserved."
A group of elders from the surrounding Tiandao Pavilion also nodded secretly. Even if they encountered this sword, they would have no room for maneuver and could only be defeated.
The Great Elder Jiang Chi asked: "Xiao Chen, how are you practicing your Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique and the last move of the Divine Thunder Tribulation?"
Xiao Chen thought for a while and said: "I don't dare to compare with the ancestor, but if I exert 70% to 80% of my power, I can still catch him."
Jiang Chi nodded with a smile, and then said with a little regret: "The Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique was created by the ancestor of our sect. If you can understand the artistic conception of wind, cloud, and thunder at the same time, you may not be able to compete with Bai Qi. "
"Haha, but it's okay. Being able to enter the top ten is the best result of Tiandao Pavilion in thousands of years. Xiao Chen, don't be too depressed."
Xiao Chen smiled softly and held the Moon Shadow Knife in his hand without saying anything else.
"The fiftieth match, Sima Lingxuan versus Gong Yangyu!"
The game has reached the ninety-second round, and this is the final battle of the day. The battle between two players who were in the top ten last year is a bit exciting.
"Gong Yangyu is very strong, and Golden Dragon is also six feet long. He has only lost three games in the ranking battle. Even if he loses this time, he still has great hope for competing for the last two spots in the top ten."
"I don't know how much strength he can force Sima Lingxuan to use. Sima Lingxuan won a little too easily along the way."
"Yes, his oppressive self-confidence alone can drive people to the point of being knocked out of breath. How can you still have the confidence to fight with him?"
There is no doubt that everyone can predict the outcome of this battle. The only thing that everyone is a little uncertain about now is that Gong Yangyu can force out Sima Lingxuan's strength.
After all, no matter what, Gong Yangyu's strength is there.
Especially the Throw of the Universe, which can shatter even the void. Many giants dare not take it head on. How will Sima Lingxuan respond to this move
On the competition stage, Sima Lingxuan was dressed in a long gown. There was not much expression on his handsome face, and the confidence in his chest was consistent with heaven and earth.
Faintly, looking at him, there seemed to be a faint luster on his body, shining all the time, and one could tell at a glance that he was extraordinary.
Under the pressure of that confidence, Gong Yangyu took a deep breath and eliminated the negative thoughts in his heart. Without saying any more nonsense, he danced the black wooden stick in a circle and walked towards Sima Lingxuan.
One step, two steps, three steps... seven steps!
Every time he takes a step, there will be an afterimage on the ground. Each afterimage holds a stick in a different posture. By the time he finishes taking seven steps, Gong Yangyu's momentum has climbed to its peak.
The pressure that Sima Lingxuan had put on him before was swept away, his eyes were sharp, his sticks were dancing like dragons and snakes, and the wind was roaring.
It is Gong Yangyu's specialty, Qiankun Wuji, which combines seven extreme attacks to oppress the opponent with absolute attack power.
At the beginning, Xiao Chen did not face his move head-on because it was too powerful and it was not cost-effective to fight head-on.
Sima Lingxuan looked indifferent, looking at the stick that could break mountains and rocks, and took a step forward.
One step, just one step, and the situation on the field was immediately reversed.
Endless strong winds roared out from Sima Lingxuan, and the clouds in the sky rolled endlessly. Amidst the surging wind and clouds, a vast kingly spirit in Sima Lingxuan rose into the sky and exploded.
Domineering, supreme, invincible, peerless, all kinds of auras of kings in the world emanate from Sima Lingxuan's body, and the artistic conception he has cultivated and comprehended is actually the artistic conception of a king.
The so-called king's land in the world, and the king's ministers on the shore of the land, Sima Lingxuan actually regarded this king's spirit as the artistic conception of his major.
Gong Yangyu took seven steps, and the gathered momentum was immediately suppressed by Sima Lingxuan's slight step.
Click!
Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, Sima Lingxuan unsheathed his sword and took advantage of the king's momentum, with an unbridled edge and an invincible spirit that swept across the world.
The swords and sticks collided, and the wind and thunder platform under their feet immediately opened countless cracks. The two powerful forces continued to confront each other. Gong Yangyu gritted his teeth and persisted, but he did not retreat immediately.
Buzz!
The edge of the sword trembled rapidly, and the majestic sword intention flowed out. The power of the sword surged. Gong Yangyu was instantly defeated, and he took nine steps back and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Rule the world!
Sima Lingxuan shouted softly, and took another step forward. The mighty king's spirit, like an ancient mountain, pressed forward fiercely.
When the sword was swung out, it was really like a king taking over the world. The wind-attributed vitality all around rushed towards the sword's edge like worshiping the king.
Infused with the endless wind, this sword was so fast that people could not imagine it. Gong Yangyu could only rely on his feeling and hold the horizontal stick on his chest to resist.
boom!
As soon as he made a move and had time to pour in his energy to complete the defensive posture, the sword hit his long stick, and the long stick was split in half.
Sweeping by the sword wind, Gongyang Yu was like a kite with broken strings, floating towards the back. He was knocked down on the wind and thunder barrier, and bounced heavily before falling to the ground.
Kneeling on the ground, under his tattered clothes, there were horrific sword wounds all over his chest. The sword intent hidden in the wound has not dissipated, and the wound seems to be getting worse.
Gong Yangyu knew that he was defeated, and he barely resisted two attacks. The gap was too big. He smiled bitterly in his heart, and he didn't know if anyone could defeat him in this five-nation competition.
"Skills are inferior to others, so Gong Yangyu admits defeat." Gong Yangyu stood up and refused to fight, choosing to admit defeat directly.
Sima Lingxuan sheathed his sword. After a burst of swallowing, the golden dragon on his head grew to eight inches seven, and it reached nine feet in less than half an inch.
"I guess this is Sima Lingxuan's true strength. He actually understood the king's artistic conception from the Fengyun artistic conception, which is higher than the attribute artistic conception."
"Compared to three years ago, Sima Lingxuan's strength has grown horribly."
"I finally know why he has the confidence not to be afraid of the Four Seasons Sword Techniques. He uses the king's artistic conception to display his peerless sword techniques, which is enough to compete with the power of reincarnation."
"But what will happen will only be known after the fight. Both of them have not yet exerted their full strength. Tomorrow's giant battle will definitely be interesting."
"However, I am still optimistic about Sima Lingxuan. His strength has only been exposed to the tip of the iceberg. Bai Qi's strength has been exposed at least 60%."
In the final battle of this round, Sima Lingxuan finally revealed his absolute strength as the top seed player. Gong Yangyu, who was ranked in the top ten last time, was completely defeated by him in two moves, without any resistance.
Li Tianhua looked at the golden dragon above Sima Lingxuan's head, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "It's really tragic to be in the same era as him. All the stars in the sky seem to have fallen on his head, and we people have completely become supporting roles."
Xuanyuan Zhantian's unruly face showed a trace of solemnity. After a while, he chuckled softly: "The king's artistic conception is really a coincidence."