Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh artistic conception, I also have
Chapter 577: Artistic conception, I have it too
Chapter 577: Artistic conception, I have it too
The sword energy filled the air, and its fighting spirit stirred the clouds in the sky.
The martial arts made a sound, and he raised his head, looking at the huge sword shadow getting closer and closer, Ye Chen's eyes showed a rare fighting spirit.
After raising his sword, Ye Chen's figure became ghostly again. Ye Chen did not deliberately avoid the sword, but instead went head-on.
The long sword seemed to have spirituality in Ye Chen's hand. One sword turned into hundreds of sword shadows, and then hundreds of sword shadows turned into ten thousand sword shadows. The sword shadows filled the entire sky.
With a wave of the long sword, an invisible wave spread out quickly, and the sword shadow rushed forward like a torrent. These tens of thousands of sword shadows gathered together with Ye Chen's cold shout, and also turned into a huge sword.
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The two sword shadows met in the void. There was no sharp explosion as imagined, but they were destroyed at the same time.
A space crack emerged in that place. The dark space crack was like a ferocious devil. The surrounding clouds and air were sucked into it and eventually dissipated.
An invisible wave spreads out from the center of the crack, and its terrifying residual power is contained in this invisible wave.
Wang Tong's figure remained motionless, and he casually flicked his right hand forward, and the invisible fluctuations were resolved.
On the other hand, Ye Chen slapped his palms forward several times with great difficulty, trying to resolve the invisible fluctuations. Even so, Ye Chen's figure still took a few steps back, and a trace of red appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen waved his right arm numbly. He was worthy of being a strong man in the Soul Martial Realm. Just one sword was so terrifying.
"It seems that I still underestimate you, so the next second sword will not be so easy to catch!" Wang Tong chuckled, clenching his palms, and a bright long sword slowly emerged, with a sharp edge.
Qi crackled out of the sword body. After the long sword appeared, the surrounding swords made a sword roar, and Wang Tong holding the sword looked even more terrifying.
The area within a few miles was enveloped in Wang Tong's aura, and at this moment, an intermittent sound of the piano resounded in the wind.
Even though they were far apart, Su Feixuan was also affected by this power and looked at the direction of Lianyun Mountain with a little worry.
Feeling the power that filled Wang Tong's body, Ye Chen smiled faintly, raised his head, and said lightly: "The second sword!"
Although Ye Chen was a little embarrassed before, he only suffered minor injuries.
Seeing this, Wang Tong took a step forward and waved the sword in his hand!
"A hundred phoenixes are dancing!" The sword's power changed and it was no longer as sharp as before.
At this time, Wang Tong's long sword was like a falling maple leaf in autumn, constantly swaying with the sword's aura, and the sword aura was as light as flowing water left on the tip of the sword. Suddenly the sword's momentum changed again, and the long sword was raised up, bursts of
The loud cry of phoenix sounded.
In the cold currents of sword energy, ice phoenixes were flapping their wings and ready to fly. The billowing cold air filled the entire void, just like the floating clouds.
Each ice phoenix came to life. When the long sword fell, hundreds of ice phoenixes seemed to have traveled through space, leaving streaks of dazzling light in the air, and frost spread across the entire void.
The hundreds of ice phoenixes obviously contain Wang Tong's artistic conception, which is the artistic conception of a Soul Martial Realm warrior.
The solipsistic mood, the tyranny of being the only one in heaven and on earth, this tyranny alone is enough to make even the faint of heart palpitate.
The loud cry of the phoenix echoed for nine days, turning into billowing sound waves and impacting all around. The clouds that lingered over Lianyun Mountain finally broke apart.
The sword energy transforms into a phoenix, and its artistic conception is integrated into it. The mysteries of this can only be mastered by soul martial warriors.
Ye Chen's face was solemn. Facing the unstoppable hundreds of phoenixes, he was not afraid at all and struck out with his sword.
As his footsteps moved, space ripples spread out in circles where he stepped, and Ye Chen's figure swooped towards the hundreds of ice phoenixes like a ghost, without any fear!
Seeing this, Wang Tong sighed slightly. This warrior was supposed to advance bravely, and Ye Chen's move was undoubtedly in line with this.
With his eyes slightly lowered, Wang Tong glanced at Wang Lin below. Wang Tong sighed again, hoping that Lin'er would make some progress after this setback.
The sword light danced, and the hundreds of ice phoenixes kept flapping their huge wings. A large number of spatial ripples spread, and the cold air transformed by the sword energy submerged Ye Chen's figure.
Precisely considering the Sword God Sect behind Ye Chen, Wang Tong's sword skill was not fatal, but this power was not something that a fake soul martial artist could withstand.
The sound waves hit Ye Chen's chest like rough waves hitting the coast. His face turned pale. Ye Chen did not retreat but moved forward. He took a step forward again and struck out with his sword several times.
The sword energy passed through countless cold air and directly hit several ice phoenixes. However, those ice phoenixes just screamed and became even crazier.
Artistic conception, Wang Tong's artistic conception is deeply integrated into these hundreds of ice phoenixes.
"Kill!" The fighting spirit soared to the sky with Ye Chen's roar, which resounded through the void like thousands of thunders.
"Is it artistic conception?" Looking at the roaring ice phoenix, Ye Chen actually closed his eyes. The realization of the Wind Transformation Art filled his heart. He jumped in vain and shot towards Wang Tong behind hundreds of ice phoenixes.
Go, let the torrent of sword energy pass by. Hundreds of ice phoenixes shoot towards Ye Chen crazily, but Ye Chen's figure is like falling snowflakes, floating in the wind, always at the last moment.
At that dangerous moment, he avoided the swooping ice phoenix. The eyes of the audience continued to follow Ye Chen's figure, until in the end they could no longer keep up with Ye Chen's speed.
Transformed into wind, I am the breeze blowing in the mountain stream, erratic!
There were gasps, and the whole place fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's eyes were wide open, fearing that they would miss this wonderful scene.
Wang Tong obviously didn't expect Ye Chen's speed to be so terrifying. How could this kid's movement be so dexterous?
Seeing this, Wang Tong's sword power changed again, and the sword energy rushed toward the hundreds of ice phoenixes like a torrent. In an instant, the hundreds of ice phoenixes jumped across the space and directly in front of Ye Chen, blocking Ye Chen's way.
Ye Chen: The long sword hit the ice phoenix hard like a falling meteor with a courageous momentum. The ice phoenix let out a mournful scream, and then turned into a cold current in the air and rushed toward Ye Chen. Ye Chen frowned
Wrinkling slightly, he slashed his sword again, and the cold current rushed towards Ye Chen's hand along the sword body. Several layers of ice were condensed on the sword body. Ye Chen snorted coldly, and the Suzaku fire gushed out from the palm of his hand crazily. The cold current
It turned into ashes and dissipated like a natural enemy, but there was still a small amount of cold current flowing into the body.
However, the cold air seemed so ineffective in front of the Xuan Bing Jue. Ye Chen just used the Xuan Bing Jue at will, and the cold air was resolved.
Wang Tong's figure took a step forward, disappeared on the spot, and appeared in front of Ye Chen over hundreds of ice phoenixes, slashing out a sword suddenly.
At this moment, Wang Tong obviously forgot about the previous two swords, and this was already the third sword.
There was no trace of panic on Ye Chen's face as he struck out with a sudden sword. However, at that moment, Ye Chen felt the terror of Wang Tong's sword. Hundreds of phoenixes roared together, carrying the power of hundreds of phoenixes.
The sword was like cutting through the sky, and the sword tip collided with the sword tip. A crisp collision sound sounded, and the terrifying wave of energy slowly spread out at the sword tip.
Being hit by this wave of energy, Ye Chen immediately flew backwards and flew several meters away. His body was like a lonely boat in the sea, teetering on the edge of collapse. After a few seconds, he slowly stabilized his body.
Blood dripped down the corner of Ye Chen's mouth again, and the blood in his chest surged!
"What a strong sword!" Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen actually felt a breath of death at the previous moment. This old guy was really ruthless.
"Is it an artistic conception? Is it a me-only artistic conception? I have an artistic conception too!" Ye Chen looked coldly at Wang Tong among the hundred phoenixes and said slowly.
Endless murderous aura surged out from Ye Chen's body crazily, and the murderous aura was almost solid. The frost in the air suddenly rose, and the water vapor was instantly frozen, turning into ice shavings and falling into the sky. The entire sky became extremely hazy, and the sound of the phoenix's cry also disappeared.
Then it weakens a bit!
"I have the artistic conception too, kill!" Ye Chen suddenly stepped into the void, and a circle of ripples spread out on the soles of his feet. Regardless of the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen's figure exploded in front of the hundreds of phoenixes again,
Have no fear!
Killing or being killed, I choose to kill, my artistic conception is to forget myself, forget about killing, stop and kill!
The cold wind blew, blowing everyone's face, and everyone couldn't help shaking. After the cold wind passed, everyone broke out in cold sweat!
How many battlefield baptisms does it take to have such a strong murderous aura!