"Come on!"

Ye Huangcheng let out a low roar.

The tall and sturdy body instantly exuded a surging flame aura, like a tidal wave, shaking the void.

Ye Luo's golden eyes narrowed, and he said approvingly: "Brother Deserted City has broken through the seventh order!"

At the time of the Ye Clan's annual meeting, Ye Huangcheng only had the strength of the sixth-order peak, and it was only two or three days before he was promoted.

"Yes." Ye Huangcheng confessed, with a frank face, "The prototype of my sword intent seed has gradually grown and sublimated in actual combat, and the realm bottleneck that has not been able to break through has also been crossed. ”

Ye Luo nodded.

Actual combat is the best way to improve the realm.

"Desolate Flame Blade Shadow!"

Ye Huangcheng let out a low voice, the long knife came out of its sheath, and the knife was drawn like the wind, and the fierce wave of flame instantly slashed out, attacking in the direction of Ye Luo.

This knife, mixed with an indomitable artistic conception, breaks ten thousand laws with a knife!

Ye Luo felt a huge pressure.

She could even see that Ye Huangcheng's knife had cut a small gap in the void above the arena.

Her eyes were like lightning, and she accurately captured the trend of the Desolate Flame Knife, raised her dagger horizontally, and blocked the sharp slash of the Desolate Flame Knife in mid-air.

"Bang-"

The heavy broadsword and the elite dagger collided together, making a piercing thud and sparks flying.

"Huh?"

Ye Huangcheng's face changed, and he was surprised that Ye Luo had taken over his sword drawing technique so easily, and also resisted the invasion of his knife intent.

Everyone was shocked.

"What a powerful mental power!"

"She was the first person to withstand Ye Huangcheng's fierce sword intent!"

"Yes, even the seventh-order Ye Beicheng was crushed under Ye Huangcheng's sword intent."

"Mood is a terrible thing."

"In this game, Ye Luo is afraid to win."

……

Ye Luo stared at Ye Huangcheng deadly.

She couldn't hear the exclamations and discussions of the people around her, she only knew that she took out the super high concentration and mental power of piloting the plane, and tried her best to resist Ye Huangcheng's knife intent.

This is not just a contest of force, but also a contest of spirit!

She has to win! She has to win the first place! Justify the name of the big house! She wants to announce to the world: she Ye Luo is an invincible powerhouse!

Since Ye Huangcheng can comprehend the sword intent, then she must also be able to comprehend the battle artistic conception that suits her!

After the first blow, Ye Luo quickly made several moves with Ye Huangcheng.

Are you fast? I'm faster than you!

Are you strong? I'm stronger than you!

Fighting, Ye Luo's mind was clear, and she couldn't help but think of the night when she single-handedly smashed hundreds of people in the Golden Mansion, the hearty battle, the boiling blood. An incomparable Shura artistic conception gradually spread from her side.

Kill all the laws!

People block killing, and God blocks and punishes God!

Ye Luo's movements became faster and faster, and he had a sense of grandmaster's atmosphere before his gestures. She's in control.

Ye Huangcheng was terrified.

Was it his hallucination?

Why did he see the endless Shura field by this girl's side, the blood-stained earth, the countless living beings dying unexpectedly, the fierce beasts running away, and the huge corpses of ancient gods and demons.

The ancient and desolate wail flowed directly into his mind.

Ye Huangcheng's indomitable sword intent seed was gradually crushed. A trickle of blood flowed into his spiritual world, and his soul sea was blood-red, completely invaded by that Shura-like killing intent.