The transformed ice and snow dragon exploded in vain, turning into endless white cold air. Several sword chants sounded, and several sword shadows slowly emerged from the cold air.
As Wu Qilong raised his long arms, the sword shadow jumped towards Ye Chen crazily. In an instant, Ye Chen's surroundings were covered by the sword shadow.
However, Ye Chen's body seemed to be disintegrating at this moment. Occasionally, he was able to dodge the sword shadow with a slight movement.
The eyes of the whole audience were constantly moving with Ye Chen's figure. At this moment, everyone was shocked by Ye Chen's elusive figure.
Ye Chen has been practicing the Wind Transformation Technique, a mysterious movement martial skill for several years. The continuous battles have made Ye Chen's understanding of this martial skill more profound.
Seeing this, Wu Qilong's expression couldn't help but change. He stretched out his hands and turned his left and right hands into fists. Two astonishing sword intentions burst out from the palms of his hands, and two illusory sword shadows slowly appeared.
In the artistic conception, as a fake soul martial artist, Wu Qilong turned his sword energy into reality as his sword energy tumbled, with murderous intention looming in his eyes, and shouted: "Boy, remember that the biggest difference between Sword Sect and Sword King is that the sword intention becomes materialized.
Die!"
The body turned into a rainbow and rushed towards Ye Chen. Wherever it passed, ripples in space spread out. His left and right hands shot forward almost at the same time. Two energy swords shot out wildly, closing Ye Chen's figure tightly.
Locked tightly, cutting off Ye Chen's path forward and backward!
A burst of exclamation came from Lin Zhiyun's mouth. Lin Zhiyun couldn't bear to close her eyes. Wu Qilong was really too powerful.
After Wu Qilong appeared, Lin Ba's expression became dull. He did not expect that Wu Qilong would show up. Can this young man cope with it?
Lin Ba sighed sadly. It was wonderful to go from hell to heaven, but to go to hell again in an instant was even more disappointing.
However, at this moment, a dull voice sounded as Ye Chen's figure flashed!
"The sword is not a sword, the intention is not meaning, it is not the artistic conception after all!" Ye Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and glanced at the shadow of the shooting sword. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he looked at Wu Qilong like a wild beast staring at its prey.
General.
The breeze blew through Ye Chen's long, ink-like hair, and his entire figure was quietly suspended in mid-air. His left hand was slowly raised, and a sword shadow slowly emerged.
A terrifying coercion filled Ye Chen's body. He also had this artistic conception.
Compared to Wu Qilong, who had just realized the artistic conception, Ye Chen had a deeper understanding of the artistic conception than he did.
The artistic conception of selflessness permeated Ye Chen, and this unique artistic conception immediately affected everyone present, and everyone couldn't help but have a little confusion in their eyes.
Feeling the fluctuation and Ye Chen's change, Wu Qilong couldn't help but pause, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he exclaimed: "Impossible!"
Qi Sword Transformation! It was a sword skill that Ye Chen knew before he entered the Sword God Sect. Although this sword skill consumes a lot of Qi, Ye Chen's current level of cultivation is enough to ignore it.
The true energy rushed towards Ye Chen's palm crazily, and the sword shadow gradually materialized, turning into a qi sword.
After several months of training and Huang Wushuang's careful teaching, Ye Chen has been able to integrate his own artistic conception into every move.
A terrifying pressure filled the air on the sword, and this pressure caused no more snow to fall in the surrounding void.
Feeling the pressure, everyone looked at the Qi sword floating in Ye Chen's hand with shock on their faces.
Ye Chen's figure stepped forward gently, flicked his left hand, and the air sword came out, blocking the shooting sword shadow. Holding the long sword in hand, Ye Chen's figure turned into a rainbow and shot toward Wu Qi in the air.
The boom is coming.
Wu Qilong looked at the shooting figure with a solemn face. He raised his arms and the long sword that had been released fell into his hand again. He slashed upward with the sword, and the figure started to dance.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the coldness in Wu Qilong's eyes became even stronger. The young man in front of him actually wanted to fight head-on. There was no showiness at all. The tip of the sword collided with the tip of the sword, and sparks shot out in all directions, followed by a crisp
The sound of collision.
The sword skills performed by Wu Qilong were extremely mysterious and terrifying, but Ye Chen calmly countered them with basic sword skills.
With a seemingly simple sword, Ye Chen was always able to neutralize Wu Qilong's offensive.
Seeing this, Lin Zhiyun's face was full of surprise. He did not expect that his master's strength was so terrifying.
The sword energy was shocking, but Ye Chen's figure was always so light and nimble, and his expression was always so plain, avoiding the incoming sword energy as if he were strolling in a garden.
"Bang!" Wu Qilong's expression changed drastically, there was a subtle clicking sound on his wrist, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.
This tiny clicking sound seemed so loud at this moment, and everyone looked at it in astonishment. Who was injured?
The sword energy receded, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Qilong retreated wildly, retreating dozens of steps before barely stopping. His eyes were full of disbelief, and the force coming from the hilt almost made him unable to hold the sword.
"This kid's body is too strong?" Wu Qilong said in shock, looking at the thin figure in astonishment.
A figure also emerged, dressed in white clothes like snow. Ye Chen raised his head, caught a glimpse of Wu Qilong's shocked expression, and said lightly: "Is that all?"
Provocative, absolutely provocative, especially Ye Chen's sarcastic eyes.
Wu Qilong suppressed the anger welling up in his heart and remained unusually calm.
Shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen's figure flashed, the sword light flickering under his feet, and he appeared in front of Wu Qilong like a ghost, with a chill in his dark eyes, and he grabbed Wu Qilong's left arm with his left hand accurately, but
Wu Qilong also reacted immediately, slashed at Ye Chen with his sword, and jumped back. Wu Qilong couldn't calm down for a long time. Not only was the kid in front of him physically abnormal, but his speed was also abnormal.
Ye Chen's body suddenly bent down, and the long sword in Wu Qilong's hand swiped coldly from the top of the former's back.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ye Chen pulled hard with his left hand and kicked his right foot quickly towards Wu Qilong's lower body. A click sounded and Wu Qilong's body fell weakly downward, but his entire right arm was still there.
In Ye Chen's hands.
Blood continued to flow out from the broken arm. Wu Qilong's figure was suspended in the void with difficulty. His eyes were full of disbelief when he looked at Ye Chen, and his voice became hoarse: "How is it possible? How could you take me over?"
A sword? How do you have sword intention?" At this moment, Wu Qilong finally looked at Ye Chen with a look of fear in his eyes. At this time, he also understood the reason why Ye Chen was so confident.
Throwing the severed arm out casually, Ye Chen slowly shook his head, looking at the pale Wu Qilong with some pity, and said lightly: "Are you strong? Is it difficult to pick up your sword? I know the meaning of the sword.
Is it weird?"
The plain voice slowly sounded in the sky, and then spread lightly, exploding in everyone's ears like thunder in the sky.
On the ground, the disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect, Lin Zhiyun and others were all stunned. They never expected that Wu Qilong would be defeated so miserably by Ye Chen. In the previous lightning fight, they were all
They could see clearly, and what shocked them even more was that Ye Chen was actually a False Soul Realm warrior no less than Wu Qilong.
The False Soul Martial Realm warriors are among the top powerful ones in Huangfeng Kingdom, no less than the heads of several major aristocratic families in the empire.
Afraid of the coldness on Ye Chen's body, the disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect stepped back dozens of steps. An ordinary person could see that Ye Chen was much stronger than Wu Qilong.
"It's over, old man!" Ye Chen's body suddenly spun at high speed like a top, and immediately his figure jumped toward Wu Qilong like a ghost. The long sword came off and quickly spun in front of the palm of his hand, crisply.
Then the sword chant sounded.
Wu Qilong's expression paused, and a powerful aura erupted from his body. It was obvious that he had used some secret method. The majestic energy poured out, and the long sword turned into a sword shadow all over the sky and shot straight towards Ye Chen, causing the space to ripple.
Looking at the sword shadow that filled the sky, Ye Chen's figure trembled, and an afterimage lingered, but his figure suddenly accelerated, and immediately jumped, his figure dodged in the endless sword shadow, no matter how the sword
Although the shadows were dense, they could not hurt Ye Chen in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, the sword appeared in front of Wu Qilong like a ghost.
Looking at the suddenly shrinking pupils, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth: "It's over!"