Two hundred and eighty-eight, the third artistic conception!

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All the cultivators were angry, where could they not see that Su Yao and the white-robed young man were deliberate?

The fierce color in Qianzhenhuan's eyes flew wantonly, and he shouted: "Su Yao, what do you want to do?" ”

Su Yao put on an innocent face and said, "I don't want to do anything-" Speaking of this, he was about to pretend to 'comfort' the white-robed young man.

I heard a bang, and when I was surprised, I looked at it and saw that the sword light that the white-robed young man flew out fell on Lu Chen's body, not only did it not pierce Lu Chen's body and interrupt Lu Chen's cultivation, but on the contrary, the power that shook out of Lu Chen's body directly blasted the sword blade of the white-robed young man into pieces, and the roaring power flew all the way and swept over the entire arm of the white-robed youth.

Bang bang, the sound of bone cracking and explosion exploded on the spot, and the smug smile on the face of the white-robed young man had not yet dispersed, and an incomparably terrible scream had already shaken.

Poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the white-robed young man, and the whole person was kicked in front of him, flew out uncontrollably, and crashed straight into Su Yao's arms. His entire arm was broken into I don't know how many pieces, broken bones, pierced flesh, and the whole arm was swollen at the same time, it was already dyed scarlet!

The severe pain, coupled with the damage of the sword weapon, and the triple blow of all calculations, made the white-robed young man faint on the spot, so soft that he was in Su Yao's arms.

Su Yao's eyes immediately turned red, and he roared: "Second brother! At a glance, seeing Lu Chen, who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground and not moving, the evil thoughts in his heart could no longer be suppressed, "Lu Chen, I want to abolish you!" ”

Just as he was about to stand up, Gu Shanzhou in the back said a word: "Senior Brother Su, I advise you not to mess around, you can also see Brother Ling's injury!" At this moment, Lu Chen is a humanoid heavy weapon, but if he takes advantage of this time to attack, he will arouse the function of the automatic protector of the heavy weapon, and an indiscriminate attack will erupt——"

As soon as these words came out, Su Yao, who was already in a manic state, broke out in a cold sweat, if he did it just now, he wouldn't be able to keep it, just as Gu Shanzhou said.

The light of grievance in Su Yao's eyes was uncertain, and he wanted to make a move, but he was not absolutely sure, and finally turned into a cold snort: "Lu Chen, the matter between you and me will not be settled like this!" Just wait! "Take out the healing elixir from his arms, first help the white-robed young man renew his bones, and then smear the holy medicine on it, his already messy arm, recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is also the difference between cultivators and ordinary people, the physique is outrageously strong, as long as there is no lack of arms or legs, they can recover as quickly as possible.

At that moment, Su Yao's gloomy gaze swept over Lu Chen, and he walked to the other side with the white-robed young man.

When the eyes of all the cultivators present fell on Lu Chen's unstable body again, they all had a little more jealousy. The unconscious state is so strong, and the conscious state is so terrifying?

Gong Yu, who originally had the intention to compete with Lu Chen, was shocked, let out a long breath, and muttered to himself: "This person is really outrageous!" He shook his head, sat cross-legged on the ground, and with the help of the body lines on this heart, he further peeked into the mysteries of the pure yang gods and demons' flesh.

- Lu Chen, who was unconscious, didn't know what was happening outside, and when he came out of that terrifying sword light again, he realized that there were already many cultivators on this huge heart-shaped boulder.

These people are all immersed in cultivators.

And Lu Chen broke out in a cold sweat again, let out a long breath, and muttered to himself: "Open again!" "The spiritual sense moved again, and in the misdivision of light and shadow, he once again faced the sword light that shot down, and this time, the resolute qi in his heart erupted wildly, and he secretly thought: 'If I can carry this level, my true intention of Fu Jiao's sword path will condense the third artistic conception!'

Between heaven and earth, there was only one sword like this, and a sword roared down, pointing directly at the depths of Lu Chen's qi and blood.

Lu Chen did not retreat or dodge, and the sword light suddenly soared from the beginning of a zhang away, less than a foot away from him, and then rushed from a foot to less than a few inches away.

The cold waves of air wantonly washed away the soul of the landing dust. The soul is like a flat boat on the sea, and there is such a sword light like a stormy sea at any time, and there is a danger of complete annihilation.

And Lu Chen's own will is to control the helmsman who is like a flat boat and is rampant on the angry waves, and I will not move even if the stormy waves continue endlessly.

Just when Lu Chen's control power was on the verge of the limit, the powerful sword light in front of him suddenly collapsed. Lu Chen's Fu Jiao sword intent shook violently, the prototype of the third artistic conception was finally successfully condensed, a faint light of brilliance surrounded the true intent of Fu Jiao's sword path, and the true intention of Fu Jiao's sword path was originally missing, as if it had broken through the cocoon and been reborn, the overall level had improved a lot, and it was already on the verge of breaking through the true intention of the late stage.

And the third artistic conception that evolved, anti-guest-oriented, suppressed the previous two artistic conceptions, and then fused, a wisp of purple and cyan sword true intent, wandering in the spirit tree.

This is the true meaning of the new Fujiao Kendo!

Of course, as Lu Chen's spiritual sense turned, the third artistic conception disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.

Lu Chen let out a sigh of relief, the whole person was indescribably happy, when he ran again and comprehended the Violent Blood Technique, he suddenly found that the Violent Blood Technique was more than powerful compared to the original.

The original blood burst technique is pure power transfer, qi and blood crit, and the offense is extremely strong, but the defense is slightly weak. When encountering a cultivator of the same level, or a slightly weaker strength, he can be crushed one-sidedly, but when he encounters an opponent who is stronger and much stronger, it will look very pale, and the attack will burst out, and the defense will be completely lost.

It's all about sending your own head to someone else's blade and letting it be slaughtered.

Lu Chen was shocked into a wisp of cold sweat, these discoveries should be the effect of the third artistic conception that he has comprehended.

At that moment, Lu Chen's spiritual sense rose again and fell to the flawed place of the heart, but he saw that the memory that was originally imprinted on it dissipated without a trace, and let Lu Chenzhou's spiritual sense sweep wildly, and he never found the slightest trace, and sighed: "Maybe it has been touched too many times, and the memory has collapsed, and it has dissipated——"

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