Potential, artistic conception, domain, this is an important tool for warriors to comprehend the great power of heaven and earth, so as to enhance their own combat power, the same martial arts realm, the warriors who comprehend these three powers, far surpass others.

Of course, these three realms are not all people can comprehend, some people may not be able to comprehend the most basic level of power when they reach Wujun, and some people may be able to comprehend the power of artistic conception by Wu Shuai.

It all depends on the individual's comprehension.

Potential is the first of these three realms, and it is also the most basic one, although it is not as good as the artistic conception, but the power is still not to be underestimated.

Just like the general trend of the fist that Fang Hong comprehended, every punch that was thrown out could make the opponent feel as if he was facing the oppression of endless power.

Xiao Chen, who was only a martial artist cultivator, experienced this feeling, and even he couldn't even breathe well.

Fortunately, Luo Cheng directly dispelled the general momentum of Fang Hong's fist, and then explained on the side: "The potential is to use the great power of heaven and earth to strengthen oneself, and to fight against those who have comprehended the potential, it is as if they are fighting against the entire heaven and earth, and there is no end." ”

"So powerful?" Xiao Chen said in surprise.

"Well, the great power of heaven and earth is the most unfathomable thing, and there are three realms of small success, great success, and consummation, this Fang Hong is now regarded as a great fist, so the power he exerts is even stronger!"

Luo Cheng, like Fang Hong, comprehended the power of the potential, but the difference was that what he comprehended was the general momentum of the gun, and he had reached the consummation realm.

"Boy, don't say that I bully the small, let the old man understand your sword intent!" At this point, Fang Hong had nothing to fear.

And he has never been exposed to the power of artistic conception in his life, and today he wants to take a good look at it, and he will have no regrets in this life.

Fang Hong's thunderous shout sounded, his upper body leaned to the extreme, and a powerful punch blasted out towards Ling Xiao, turning the general trend of heaven and earth into his own use.

Rumble!

The aura formed around the two sides was completely shattered in this collision, and the violent air currents swept around with a terrifying momentum, blowing so far away that the Wuhou powerhouses who were miles away couldn't stand still, and their hearts were shocked.

"Broken!"

Swish!

In the void, the silver sword qi of the Yunyin Sword flashed away, and the general momentum created by Fang Hong was like a deflated ball, self-defeating.

"The general momentum created by Fang Hong was actually cut off by a sword, it seems that this Ling Xiao's drunken sword intent has reached the realm of thirty percent," Wang Yue, who was also a sword cultivator, shrank his eyes slightly.

The artistic conception is different from the general trend, any kind of artistic conception is divided into ninety, just like the sword intent comprehended by Ling Xiaodrunk and Wang Yue, ninety percent of the sword intent is the highest.

Only when you reach ninety percent sword intent can you comprehend the power of a higher level of realm.

Wang Yue's comprehended sword intent is only twenty percent, which is worse than Ling Xiao drunk, and the most important thing is that this Ling Xiao drunk is only a one-star martial spirit.

"This son is so strong! The legendary trend was actually broken by him with a sword!"

"Yes, I thought that the general situation was extremely powerful, but I didn't expect to be cut off by the sword intent. ”

Shen Bailian and several other martial marquis sighed, they had pursued the general trend all their lives but could not, but today they watched the general trend of others being cut off.

Their worldview has somewhat collapsed.

Fang Hong, who was fighting against Ling Xiaodrunk, saw that his general trend was broken, and his face became extremely solemn, Ling Xiaodrunk was definitely the most bewitching young man he had ever seen.

Since he comprehended the general trend of the fist, no young man could put so much pressure on him, and the so-called general trend was so vulnerable in front of the sword intent.

Could it be that the gap between the potential and the artistic conception is really so big? Fang Hong was very reluctant to admit it.

"The wind and clouds!"

Fang Hong concentrated the true qi of his whole body, integrated the general trend of heaven and earth into the strength of his fist, and attacked Ling Xiao drunk with one punch after another.

His speed was incredibly fast, and in an instant, hundreds of fist shadows were blasted, each punch as heavy as a mountain.

Ling Xiao was drunk in the cover of the vast fist, his expression was unwavering, but he did not hesitate in his hand, the Yunyin Sword slashed continuously, and hundreds of swords were slashed out in an instant, each sword would emit a qi sword several meters long.

Poof, poof, poof......

One after another sword qi filled the entire sky, and the fist power was simply and neatly split, and the sharp qi was unstoppable, and even Bingyue was forced to fly away from this battle area.

"Is this the sword intent? It's so strong!" Xiao Chen looked at the Dao Dao sword qi that filled the entire sky, and he was envious in his heart, these sword qi, each of them could kill him several times.

Seeing that the fist strength was split, and the sword qi in the sky was surging towards him, Fang Hong's complexion also changed suddenly, the true qi in his body surged, and the fist momentum was even stronger.

Waves of qi and sword qi collided together, and on the rubble of the buildings around Lingyun Commercial Bank that had collapsed due to the previous battle, cracks struck out, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

"It's such an amazing fist, just the superficial power makes people can't resist!"

"I suddenly have some faith that this Fang Hong can defeat that young swordsman!"

"Yes, Jiang is still old and spicy, even if the artistic conception is stronger than the general trend, but cultivation is the foundation that determines combat power!"

"That's right, whether you can comprehend the artistic conception is a matter of talent, but combat experience and cultivation are important factors that determine victory or defeat!"

Seeing Fang Hong's power at this time, countless people watching the battle were worried about Ling Xiao's drunkenness.

No matter how strong the artistic conception is, it depends on who makes it, they really don't believe that such a young Ling Xiao drunk can fight against the endless trend.

However, this is because they don't know Ling Xiao's drunkenness, if they hear Shangguan He's conversation with Shangguan Qingmeng and know Ling Xiao's identity as the sixth on the drunken list, they may have a different mind.

"Your punches are really powerful, but that's the end of it!"

"Broken!"

At the last moment, Ling Xiao was drunk and no longer kept his hand, and the Yunyin Sword quickly swung upward, and Sancheng sword intent erupted.

Bang dang!

As if the sound of a mountain peak breaking, Fang Hong's fist was broken, and he spat blood from his mouth and flew out, and the momentum of the whole person was completely sluggish!

He didn't even have the strength to stand up, so he could only half-kneel on the ground and gasp for air.

"It's such a terrible sword intent, in the face of this sword intent, my sword doesn't seem to be willing to unsheath it to be an enemy"

"In the future, if there is a swordsman like Ling Xiaodrunk, I am afraid that I will suffer a loss, the sword intent is too strong, and when I feel this sword intent, the sword will be out of control. ”

Standing in mid-air, Ling Xiao's drunken hand waved the Yunyin Sword to the side, and the aura of the entire sky was shattered and calm was restored.

He withdrew the Yunyin Sword from its scabbard and looked down at Fang Hong like a king.

Fang Hong, who fell to the ground, looked up at him with difficulty, and said convincingly: "It turns out that the legendary artistic conception is really so strong, losing in your hands, I am convinced." ”

Ling Xiaodrunk smiled indifferently, "Your fist is also very powerful, you can be regarded as a good martial arts powerhouse!"

Fang Hong smiled helplessly and bitterly: "It's a pity that I lost in your hands after all, it's really the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves! You are very good, kill me!"

After comprehending the power of the artistic conception, Fang Hong didn't have any more thoughts, closed his eyes, and begged for death.