Woohoo.

The sound of breaking the air is loud.

Seeing this, Ling Ye knew that he couldn't do anything, so he hurriedly rolled on a lazy donkey and avoided it to the side.

Puff puff.

The cyan sword qi pierced through the wooden floor of the ring without hindrance, leaving shocking sword holes on the floor.

Each sword hole is the size of a thumb, exuding a cold sword aura.

"It's useless, your speed can't be as fast as the wind, and you can't avoid my wind mood. ”

Ye Aotian's face was arrogant, he looked at Ling Ye contemptuously, shook his head and sneered.

He enjoyed the cat-and-mouse feeling, playing with his prey between applause, like a god above the nine heavens, using all living beings as pawns, high up on the sky.

Ling Ye tried a few more times, but he couldn't break through Ye Aotian's defense, but there were more and more wounds on his body, and his recovery speed slowed down.

Seeing this, Ling Ye thoroughly understood that if he wanted to defeat Ye Aotian, he had to resist the cyan sword qi first, and the best way to resist the cyan sword qi was to comprehend the artistic conception.

Only by artistic conception can we be invincible.

Thinking of this, Ling Ye was no longer in a hurry to attack, but walked around the entire ring, constantly understanding the trajectory and laws of the artistic conception of the wind.

Ling Ye's divine consciousness reached the early stage of the Great Martial Sect of the Martial Dao Realm, and his divine sense was released, and he could clearly sense the trajectory of the wind.

The wind, formless and substantial, floats between the heavens and the earth, suddenly a light breeze blows, and suddenly a strong wind, fickle, unpredictable.

Rao is Ling Ye's divine sense is powerful, but he can't grasp the trajectory of the wind for a while.

However, Ling Ye did not give up, but continued to understand.

Suddenly, a tiny world opened a door in front of him.

In the wind, tiny wind factors kept rolling in front of him, and as the wind factors rolled, the wind kept changing direction.

Of course, even if Ling Ye understood the formation of the trajectory of the wind, he did not have a deep understanding of the wind and could not comprehend the artistic conception of the wind.

However, his perception of flames is unique, not only subduing the Vermilion Bird Sacred Fire, but also cultivating the Vermilion Bird Divine Body, and comprehending the artistic conception of fire is not a problem for him at all.

Thinking of this, Ling Ye raised one hand, and a flame appeared out of thin air above his palm, burning brightly.

Fire, a violent invasion, is not as fast and fast as the wind, but it can incinerate all things and burst out with terrible power.

Under the investigation of Ling Ye's divine sense, one by one the fire factors emerged in the flames, and the fire factors did not want to continue to roll like the wind factors, but constantly collided, bursting out a series of sparks, and the sparks gathered together to form flames.

Seeing this scene, Ling Ye's face was overjoyed, he had completely comprehended the artistic conception of fire, and there was no need to be afraid of Ye Aotian's artistic conception of wind.

The comprehension of artistic conception is to perceive the subtle and start from the microcosm, so as to get a glimpse of the essence of things and the whole picture of artistic conception.

Why can only martial spirits comprehend the artistic conception, because martial spirits have already given birth to divine consciousness, but to explore the microcosm, start from a young age.

Ling Ye's ability to comprehend the artistic conception of fire is not a coincidence, but it is logical and natural.

After all, his use of life has already reached the point of perfection, coupled with the fact that his divine sense is extremely powerful and can observe the microcosm, he has mastered both necessary conditions.

It's just that no one has opened this door for him for a long time, so that he can't go further, and now under the inspiration of Ye Aotian, he finally became a great achievement and comprehended the artistic conception of fire.

Just as the cyan sword qi shot towards Ling Ye again, Ling Ye's eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth rose, and he sketched a confident smile, and said with a smile:

"Here comes the fire!"

As the words fell, clusters of flames seemed to be generated out of thin air, hovering around Ling Ye, blocking the cyan sword qi out.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of collisions came and went.

The cyan sword qi collided with the fist-sized flames, and the sword qi shattered, the flames burst, and dissipated.

All of a sudden, cyan sword qi shot out towards Ling Ye from all directions, all of which were blocked by the flames that kept emerging in front of Ling Ye.

On the contrary, the wooden floor of the ring, under the ravages of the sword qi, was shattered and a large pit was hollowed.

"Oh my God! Ling Ye's whole body is on fire, could it be that he is preparing to commit suicide?"

"The artistic conception of fire! Ling Ye actually comprehended the artistic conception of fire, this is incredible, I can't be dreaming!"

"This is fake, right! The artistic conception of fire can only be comprehended by martial spirits, even if Ye Aotian's envoy cultivates to be infinitely close to martial spirits, how can Ling Ye comprehend it. ”

“......。 ”

The scene was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at the scene in the ring with shocked eyes, and their faces were full of incredulity.

In their opinion, Ye Aotian, the envoy of the Firmament Gate, made a move, his power was amazing, and his sword aura was horizontal, and Ling Ye would definitely not be able to block a few rounds.

But the result was contrary to what they thought, Ling Ye miraculously comprehended the artistic conception of fire, blocking all of Ye Aotian's artistic conception of wind.

This kind of understanding is simply demonic, and everyone's eyes are full of horror.

Ling Yufei's fists clenched tighter, and the resentment in her eyes became even stronger, if her gaze could kill, Ling Ye would have died hundreds of times.

The better Ling Ye performed, the more she compared to her, the more it stabbed her heart.

It was as if she was the invincible landing chicken, and Ling Ye was the true dragon that soared for nine days, which made her proud self-esteem unacceptable.

Ling Ye was simply a stain on her life, if Ling Ye was allowed to continue to live in this world, she didn't dare to imagine what kind of eyes everyone would look at her.

However, she didn't think that Ling Ye could defeat Ye Aotian by comprehending the artistic conception of fire, the gap between the two was like a difference between cloud and mud, and it was not something that could be changed by comprehending the artistic conception of fire.

Mo Qingyue's beautiful eyes shone brightly, as if she had seen something unbelievable, and looked at Ling Ye in surprise.

Ling Ye's defeat of Ling Yufei had already shocked her, but now that Ling Ye had comprehended the artistic conception of fire in public, she couldn't believe it.

"This is impossible? You can't comprehend the artistic conception of fire, I have cultivated for many years to comprehend the artistic conception of wind, and only I know how much suffering I have suffered, and you will never be able to comprehend the artistic conception of fire. I don't believe that the subtlety of the artistic conception can be grasped by you, a humble ant. ”

Ye Aotian stared at Ling Ye with a face full of disbelief, shook his head and said loudly.

Ling Ye looked at Ye Aotian with a sly look, his eyebrows raised, the corners of his mouth curled, outlining a faint smile, and said lightly:

Do you know why it took you so many years and so much trouble to comprehend the artistic conception of the wind?"

"Why?"

Ye Aotian asked with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Why?"

Ye Aotian asked with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Ling Ye was covered in flames, bathed in the cyan sword rain, safe and sound.

His face was as calm as water, and his eyes were like a young god in the dust, revealing a mysterious temperament, which was elusive.

Ling Ye glanced at Ye Aotian contemptuously and sneered:

"Because you're stupid!"

When Ye Aotian heard this, he immediately became angry, his face turned red, as if in order to prove that he was not stupid, he said his glorious achievements:

"How dare you call me stupid! Do you know how hard I have worked to enter the Firmament Gate, and how many people envy me for entering the Firmament Gate. ”

"I cultivated to the ninth level of quenching my body at the age of ten, and I was the first person in my family in a hundred years. ”

"At the age of thirteen, he broke through to the first level of the Tongmai Realm, participated in the selection of disciples of the Firmament Gate, and entered the Firmament Gate with a score of ninety-nine. ”

"At the age of fifteen, he killed ten martial artists of the same level in his training, and became the leader of the new generation of the Firmament Gate. ”

"At the age of seventeen, I began to cultivate the artistic conception of the wind, and I comprehended it in three years, and I was also a middle-class asset in the Sky Gate. ”

"Now that I have reached the age of twenty, I will be able to advance to the Qi Sea Realm and become a martial spirit in less than three years, you dare to call me stupid, I am really a frog at the bottom of the well, and my knowledge is so shallow. ”

Ling Ye was also shocked when he heard Ye Aotian's boastful achievements, he didn't expect that this special envoy who didn't look amazing would have such a history.

However, compared to him, these histories are as small as a drop in the bucket and not worth mentioning.

You must know that it only took him less than a month to cultivate to the second level of the Tongmai Realm, and this kind of talent is even inferior to the Holy Son of the Sect and the Divine Son.

"I also said that you are not stupid enough, I only understood the artistic conception of fire in less than a quarter of an hour, but it took you three years, saying that you are stupid and you still don't believe it, it is really a son who does not teach. ”

Ling Ye shook his head and said with hatred that iron is not made of steel.

"Ahh

Ling Ye's words were like bricks thrown directly into his face, making Ye Aotian even more ashamed and angry, his face flushed, all his honors were simply not worth mentioning in front of Ling Ye.

Thinking of this, Ye Aotian felt like he had been slapped in public, his face was hot and painful, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Stinky boy, I'm going to kill you!"

Ye Aotian's eyes were red, he stared at Ling Ye deadly, and scolded.

"If you don't kill me, I'll settle accounts with you!"

Ling Ye's pupils shrank, bursting out with a fierce killing intent, and he snorted coldly.

With that, Ling Ye blasted out with a punch, blasting out a fireball as big as a bucket.

Where the fireball passed, the cyan sword qi was knocked away one after another, revealing a passage.

Seeing this, Ling Ye's body moved, and he drilled out of the passage and approached Ye Aotian.

Ye Aotian controlled the sword qi just now and beat him very well, and Ling Ye had long hated it.

If there is revenge, it is not a gentleman, although Ling Ye is not a gentleman, but if he has revenge, he will take revenge, and it is ruthless.

Ling Ye was covered in flames, like a flame god of war, emitting a blazing heat, sweeping out a rolling heat wave.

The townspeople under the ring were hit by the heat wave, and they felt the heat unbearable, and they undressed and cooled down.

"Damn, Ling Ye is too violent, right! Bounce off all the envoy's sword qi, and don't even leave any face for the envoy!"

"Ling Ye is asking for his own death, if he takes the initiative to admit it, with his talent, maybe he can go to the Firmament Gate. ”

"But he put the envoy to death, and the two sides will be like fire and water, and one will be wounded. ”

“......。 ”

The citizens of the sparrow town in the square exchanged their heads and began to talk.

In their opinion, Ling Ye was definitely not Ye Aotian's opponent, even if he was lucky enough to gain the upper hand, he would be suppressed quickly.