"Good! Please be sure to use that artistic conception! ”

Ji Jiechen agreed heavily, and then sat down directly with his knees cross-legged and meditated, he wanted to return to the best state of the three spirits, qi and spirits and slash out a sword.

A sword was enough to make him wipe out the sword intent in his heart.

During this period, the host of the open-air ring reopened a game of gambling with a special chicken thief, they relied on the existence of a ninth-level soul master in the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, which would naturally open the door for Ji Jiechen, the chief student of the melee soul guide department.

What's more important is that you can still make money, so why not.

Remember, the dealer never loses money in a game.

Time passed little by little, the long wait was boring and boring, and just when the audience who stayed to continue watching the battle was already a little impatient, Ji Jiechen finally ended his meditation.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes seemed to have undergone some strange changes, a little less aggressive and intense battle intent, but a little more calm that he had not had before.

All in all, he became more moisturized, and his whole person became more restrained.

Zang Feng.

Excalibur has no edge, and it is clumsy.

After nearly an hour of meditation, he fully burned the full potential of his body at this time.

As he said before, what he wanted to see was the artistic conception of Sora Ji Ran's defeat of the sword intent, and nothing else.

Ji Jiechen is unreservedly presenting his comprehension of the sword in front of Kong Jiran, and they will face each other in the purest way.

The competition is also the purest thing.

Spirit.

Will.

The comprehension of the way each chooses.

In the next second, the terrifying sharp aura was suddenly released as if it was about to tear the entire world apart, and where the invisible sword intent passed, the air was forcibly drawn into a pitch-black light and shadow.

It was clearly a scene of space tearing!

At this moment, in terms of the comparison of the momentum of the two sides, Kong Jiran was completely at a disadvantage, and his lazy and lazy momentum seemed to be far less cohesive than his opponent, and it was hardly at the same level, which made the audience very satisfied and believed in Ji Juechen's vision.

In front of that sharp sword intent, Kong Jiran's momentum was easily broken through it, and Ji Jiechen's sword intent suddenly skyrocketed, oppressing Kong Jiran's red clothes as if he was being hunted by a violent wind.

Raise a sword.

Kong Jiran is taking the initiative to support Ji Jiechen's sword intent.

She could see that Ji Juechen's sword intent was more than powerful, but she didn't know how to change it.

Unstoppable, he never looked back, and his sword intent broke through the sky.

The more the opponent retreats, the more Ji Juechen's combat power will skyrocket, and Sora Jiran does this, which is equivalent to letting him show his most perfect sword.

Feeling that the sword raising was almost complete, Kong Jiran took a slight half step forward with her left foot, and at the moment when the soles of her feet landed, there was a muffled sound of "dong".

Immediately after, a domineering intent from the primeval desolation erupted from her, and this idea was so powerful that it easily blocked the fierce sword intent that had been forced to the front, and instantly reversed.

An illusory light and shadow then appeared behind Sora Jiran, and the illusion of a stunning woman sitting proudly on the throne of white bones loomed.

Overweening!

Ji Jiechen's momentum rose again, forcibly blocking the domineering will that was above all beings.

His body shook, but his eyes became more and more determined, and the six soul rings on his body shone like rippling water.

Holding the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground, his entire upper body slowly turned to the side, and his feet did not move, but he changed to face the sky Ji Ran sideways.

The sword intent changed, from the previous fierce and incomparable to the desire to choose people and devour, the powerful power was compressed again, and collided head-on with the momentum released by Kong Jiran, this time it was actually comparable to the poor version of the only one.

The corners of his mouth outlined a beautiful smile, and Kong Jiran upgraded his momentum, and the poor version was released!

"Bang-"

In the face of this sudden surge of pressure, Ji Jiechen suddenly felt as if something in his brain had broken open in an instant, and a feeling of empowerment made him involuntarily want to grasp it.

However, Ji Jiechen couldn't do it anyway, as if he had a flash of inspiration, it was always a little bit worse.

He understood that he had earned it, and the cultivation difficulty of spiritual skills was much higher than that of soul power, and any breakthrough was not easy to come by.

This time he can exchange it for an opportunity that he can't use at all, and it is definitely a big profit.

Turning sideways, Ji Jiechen leaned towards Kong Jiran, the shock in his heart was indescribable, only as a party can he really feel how terrible the power of the self-esteem is, and he can clearly understand the gap between the two.

The depression and the sea, the sky and the earth, the gods and the man.

The fierce sword intent that had been raised to the limit bombarded Kong Jiran's body, like a moth to a fire, and like a stormy wave slapping on the eternal hard and stubborn stone, scattering and splashing, unable to shake the opponent for half a point.

Ji Juechen knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and the idea of using his momentum to confront the other party would never come true.

If he waited any longer, he would probably be the first to collapse with his own sword intent.

Without any warning, Ji Jiechen raised his head suddenly, and there seemed to be two lightning bolts in his eyes staring at the white-haired woman standing in the distance.

Foot on the ground with your right foot!

Ji Jiechen turned into a gliding light, the speed was so fast that it could only be described as an electric flint, without the assistance of any soul guide, it was already the speed limit that the Six-Ring Soul Emperor could reach.

This instantaneous outburst was incomparable even to a level of Sensitive Attack Soul Master.

Holding the sword in both hands, slowly turning back to his body, the long sword swept, this simple action seemed to be as heavy as a thousand jun in Ji Juechen's hands at this time, and the whole action was completed as if it were in a viscous liquid, but there was no pause, and it was done in one go.

In the process of slowly sweeping the seemingly sluggish long sword, ten meters away, a ravine several meters deep appeared on the solid ground, and it continued to extend with the sliding of Ji Jiechen's body, getting deeper and deeper!

Kong Jiran and the woman sitting proudly on the throne of white bones behind her did not make the slightest movement, quietly watching Ji Jiechen rush like a shocking thunderbolt.

Oh, sword intent.

Even in the face of the Qinglian Sword Intent with a sword aura spanning 30,000 miles, she would not waver for the slightest.

I am the only one, which is the most proud and domineering artistic conception in the world!

"Boom-"

The sword fell between the two slender jade fingers of Kong Ji Ran like spring onions, and no matter how hard Ji Jiechen blushed and blushed, he couldn't continue to go down the slightest.

"Click, click, click......"

The cracks that were as dense as spider webs gradually crawled all over the seemingly inconspicuous, but in fact incomparably hard, extraterrestrial meteoric iron sword.

"Click!"

A crisp sound fell, and the long sword in Ji Jiechen's hand shattered into a cloud of scum and drifted away with the wind.

Sword shattered!