"Feng Yu actually comprehended the 'Artistic Conception of the Ninefold Sword'!"

"It is worthy of being recognized as the first sword cultivator among the young generation of our Han Dynasty, and it is really extraordinary. One body has only entered the eightfold realm of the virtual realm, and he has already comprehended the 'artistic conception of the ninefold sword'!"

"Feng Yu's strength is even stronger than the Ye Lu of the Ye clan who was killed just now!"

......

When Duan Lingtian was surprised, the entire prison arena boiled, and they were all shocked by the 'Artistic Conception of the Nine Swords' that Feng Yu had unleashed.

The artistic conception of the nine-fold sword!

Not unusual.

But the eightfold martial artist who entered the virtual realm comprehended such an artistic conception, but it was enough to shock.

Such a comprehension, what a wickedness!

"The Artistic Conception of the Nine-Fold Sword ......"

Duan Lingtian found that Su Li, who was sitting beside him, was now staring at Feng Yu deadly, his eyes full of scorching battle intent.

Obviously, as a fellow sword cultivator, Su Li had a fighting spirit against Feng Yu.

"This Feng Yu's strength is good...... However, he was seven or eight years older than Su Li. Therefore, in terms of talent and understanding, at present, he is not as good as Su Li. ”

Duan Lingtian said secretly in his heart.

Of course, Duan Ling Tian also knew that Su Li was able to achieve such a great improvement in such a short period of time, and it was indispensable to the help of the mysterious master behind Su Li.

Perhaps, in Su Li's cultivation process, there was not much lack of spiritual fruits at all.

Even if it's the 'Fragment of the Artistic Conception of the Sword', there is no shortage of it.

"Su Li, are you sure about him?"

Duan Ling Tianyuan asked with a smile.

"If I didn't use the Sanpin Spirit Sword, I wouldn't be his opponent...... If he uses the three-grade spirit sword, he will definitely be defeated!"

Su Liyuan replied in a condensed voice.

At this time, Duan Lingtian could see it.

That Feng Yu, when he used the Yuan Force and the 'Artistic Conception of the Nine Swords', there was an extra spirit sword with Yuan Force entwined in his hand.

At the same time, above the void above Feng Yu's head, six Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms were added again, plus three thousand eight hundred Ancient Giant Elephant Phantoms......

"Four-grade spirit sword!"

Duan Lingtian raised his eyebrows, vaguely guessing where Su Li's confidence came from.

On cultivation.

Su Li is comparable to this Feng Yu.

On the artistic conception of the sword.

Su Li was one level behind, a whole level short of the power of an ancient horned dragon.

On the Spirit Sword.

The spirit sword in Su Li's hand was one level higher than the spirit sword in Feng Yu's hand, and it had more than the power of an ancient horned dragon.

In terms of comprehensive strength, Su Li is slightly better.

Of course, there are not many wins.

Generally speaking, if the two really fight bloody, they will inevitably be evenly matched, and it will be difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

However, thinking of the strong self-confidence that Su Li had just shown, Duan Lingtian believed that Su Li must have the certainty of victory, or rather, the means to win. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

For this, Duan Lingtian was not surprised.

Su Li's master is a strong sword cultivator from the 'extraterritorial', who has studied sword cultivation for many years, and may have taught Su Li some powerful methods that belong to sword cultivation.

These methods are basically derived from sword skills, but they are better than sword skills themselves.

It's like a set of ground-level high-level sword skills, if it is further studied by a strong person who is proficient in sword cultivation, many things may be derived from it.

Even, he can perfect that set of sword skills to the point of catching up with heaven-level sword skills.

"Duan Lingtian, do you think this Feng Yu can defeat Zi Yan?"

Su Li asked suddenly.

Duan Lingtian's gaze locked on the two people above the prison arena.

At this moment, that Feng Yu was holding a sword in one hand, and above the void above his head, twenty-six Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms were surrounded by three thousand eight hundred Ancient Giant Elephant Phantoms like stars and moons.

Not only that, but on Feng Yu's body, the raging Yuan Force converged into a vast sword-shaped flame, enveloping his entire person, and setting off him as if he had turned into a sharp sword.

Compared to the current Feng Yu, Zi Yan stood there as if he were an ordinary person.

On his body, there was not a trace of Yuan Li in sight.

Zi Yan stared at Feng Yu calmly, and finally slowly spoke, answering Feng Yu's question just now, "Even if you are stronger than that night land, so what? In my eyes, whether it is him or you, they are both ants! I don't care about the strength of ants." ”

Zi Yan's tone was very calm, but the contempt contained in it made many people stunned.

"Now, what do you think?"

Duan Lingtian looked at Su Li and did not directly answer Su Li's question just now, but asked rhetorically.

"It seems that he is another demon like you!"

Su Li felt the confidence in Zi Yan's words, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"This Purple Death is really confident. ”

He actually regarded Feng Yu as an ant...... But I don't know if he is really powerful, or if he is playing tricks. ”

"He is obviously younger than Feng Yu...... Could it be that he also comprehended the 'Ninefold Artistic Conception'?"

"As long as he is not playing tricks, he has comprehended the 'Ninefold Artistic Conception'. ”

......

The atmosphere of the prison arena, which had originally calmed down, boiled again because of Zi Yan's words.

Some people think that Purple Death is a trick.

Some people also think that Zi Yan is really powerful.

"Ants?"

Feng Yu's face changed greatly, the sword-shaped flames on his body skyrocketed a few points, his eyes were fierce, and his eyes were staring at Zi Yan like a sword, "You, treat me as an ant?"

As the chief disciple of the Yin Xuanzong, the first sect of the Han Dynasty, Feng Yu has his own arrogance and dignity.

Today, he was so despised by a person who was unknown in the Han Dynasty in the past, and deep in his heart, the killing intent continued to brew, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and completely vented out.

The astonishing killing intent kept passing in Feng Yu's eyes.

"Give you a chance...... Kneel, kowtow three times, and I'll spare your life. ”

Zi Yan ignored Feng Yu's words, stood in the air, the white clothes on his body were windless, his eyes looked at Feng Yu calmly, and said slowly.

Get down on your knees and kowtow three times?

Zi Yan's words made a group of spectators in the prison arena couldn't help but be in an uproar.

"This Purple Death is too crazy, isn't it?"

"He actually wants Feng Yu, the chief disciple of the Yin Xuan Sect, to beg for mercy in front of him?

"I'm getting more and more incomprehensible now...... Is this purple martyr really powerful, or is it a trick?"

......

The confusion in the eyes of a group of spectators around the prison arena became deeper and deeper.

Many more are looking forward to the development of the situation.

"Uncle Huang, it seems that your disciple is very confident in his own strength. ”

In the exclusive high-class audience of the royal family, the emperor of the Han Dynasty glanced at the black-clothed old man beside him and said with a smile.

"Self-confidence is a good thing. ”

When the old man in black spoke, his face was calm, and there was no wave.

"Hmph, I hope you don't slap yourself in the face. ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Bai He's mouth.

And the faces of the several high-level leaders of the Yin Xuanzong who came here were extremely ugly at the moment.

Zi Yan despised and humiliated their chief disciple of the Yin Xuan Sect, which was no different from humiliating the Yin Xuan Sect.

"You want to take my life? ”

In the sky above the prison arena, Feng Yu was completely enraged, he couldn't hold it anymore, his body moved, and the whole person seemed to turn into a sharp sword, setting off a terrifying wave of qi and stabbing at Zi Yan.

At the same time as Feng Yu's figure swept out, in front of him, the four-rank spirit sword rhythm, and finally turned into nine gray sword lights, which swept out with him like a shadow, pointing directly at the vital point of the purple death.

In a fit of rage, he killed him!

"It's Yin Xuanzong's ground-level high-level sword technique 'Nine Sons Demon Sword'!"

Suddenly, someone recognized Feng Yu's sword skills.

"Nine Sons Demon Sword", a sword skill with extremely amazing attack power, once it is used, not only people will seem to turn into a sword, but even the spirit sword in the hands of people will also turn into nine sharp sword lights, driven by the speed of people, urging out.

The attack power is strong, and the speed is not weak.

Among the many prefecture-level high-level sword skills, "Nine Sons Demon Sword" can be regarded as a top-grade sword skill.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

......

Nine gray sword lights followed the shape like a shadow, setting off bursts of piercing sword roars, sweeping towards the place where the purple corpse was.

At this moment, the hearts of the onlookers couldn't help but hang, and everyone watched the progress of the situation intently.

They were looking forward to the next scene.

"This piano boy...... It seems to be really much stronger. ”

Duan Lingtian's attention was always on Zi Yan's body.

He found that from beginning to end, Zi Yan had a calm face, and Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face, as if he didn't take Feng Yu as a thing at all.

"Now, it's time for him to make a move. ”

Seeing that the nine sword lights were about to penetrate Zi Yan's body, Duan Ling Tian's heart was shocked.

And almost at the moment when Duan Ling Tian's thoughts just fell.

The Purple Dead moved.

Call!

Duan Ling Tian only saw a white lightning flash passing by, and the next moment, Zi Yan's entire person had already risen into the air and reached a higher place.

At the same time, in Zi Yan's hand, there was an extra seemingly quaint guqin.

"It's not the same piano it used to be!"

With just one glance, Duan Lingtian recognized that this guqin was not the one that Zi Yan had used to be, "This qin is a four-grade spiritual weapon. ”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

......

And almost at the same time as the Purple Corpse rose into the air, that Feng Yu urged the nine sword lights, followed the rise into the air, and swept towards the Purple Corpse again.

The nine sword lights, as if they had eyes, continued to point at the vital parts of Zi Yan's body.

As if he didn't kill Zi Yan, he wouldn't stop.

"It's over. ”

And in the midst of the piercing sword roar, Zi Yan's calm voice followed.

The next moment, those who were present with advanced cultivation could clearly see that Zi Yan's hand plucked one of the strings of the guqin in his hand, and then trembled suddenly.

In an instant, on the fingertips of Zi Yan's plucked strings, a condensed wisp of Yuan Force erupted, accompanied by a wisp of cyan Gang Qi and a wisp of fiery red Gang Qi.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, an unpleasant sound of the piano sounded in an instant, overpowering the continuous sound of sword roars.

"So fast!"

Duan Lingtian looked at the condensed 'Yuan Force Inch' that instantly swept out as Zi Yan plucked the strings, and his heart was shocked.

It's so fast!

Airplanes!

Immediately after, Duan Lingtian only felt a flash in front of his eyes.

The next moment, the figure that rose into the air and rushed towards Zi Yan menacingly, paused for a moment, and then continued to rush to the sky.