The Desolate Flame Knife in his hand slowed down.

His eyes were also confused.

He even unconsciously stopped the frenzied movement, and the hand holding the knife hung down weakly.

"Boom-"

A labor ache came from his chest.

When Ye Huangcheng regained consciousness, he found that he had been kicked away by Ye Luo, and his body fell heavily under the arena.

"Boom!"

Although this kick was not heavy, Ye Huangcheng still fell hard.

Leaving the arena, the bloody killing intent of Shura also withdrew from his spiritual world like a tide. Ye Huangcheng gradually regained his senses, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Blood was on his lips, one hand on his chest, and he was panting violently. A deep sense of loss crossed his resolute eyes.

"Desolate!"

The second elder saw his grandson sitting on the ground for a long time, thinking that he had been seriously injured beyond healing, so he hurriedly left the judging table and rushed forward, "What's wrong with you?" Let's go, grandpa will take you to heal! ”

Ye Huangcheng is the pride of the Second Elder.

Being able to jump over the level and fight Ye Luo's madman to this extent also shows the strong strength of the deserted city.

"Grandpa, I'm not hurt."

Ye Huangcheng's expression was gloomy, and he pushed away the second elder's hand, and the corners of his lips hooked up with a self-deprecating arc, "What is the indomitable sword intent, what is the sword to break ten thousand laws, what is the seed of the prototype of the sword intent." My artistic conception is too fragile, and under Miss Ye's Shura artistic conception, there is no room to fight back at all. ”

"Huang'er, don't be presumptuous, you've done a good job."

The second elder felt sorry for his grandson, and comforted him with a kind face, "Your sword intent is still in a baby state. And Ye Luo's Shura artistic conception is very mature. It's normal that you can't suppress her in artistic conception. ”

Ye Huangcheng slowly stood up and looked at the beautiful girl in red on the arena with a desolate look.

Yes.

Under her bloody Shura artistic conception, he was as fragile as a baby.

For the first time in his life, Ye Huangcheng realized the true meaning of the phrase "there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people".

"One day, I will surpass you, Miss Ye."

Ye Huangcheng's determination to the sword path was not shaken by this defeat. The prototype of the sword intent seed in the sea of his soul was baptized and tempered in this battle, "Thank you for letting me understand." ”

Ye Luo felt Ye Huangcheng's gaze and understood his eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise a gentle arc.

He's a formidable opponent.

"Brother Si, when my sister was fighting Brother Deserted City just now, what were those terrible bloody and tragic scenes around her?"

Under the audience, Ye Gucheng's purple eyes widened and asked, "At that moment, I almost had the illusion that I was about to be snuffed out by those bloody and tragic images. ”

"That's not a delusion."

Si Yutianfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of extreme evil arc was hooked on the thin lips, "That's a kind of artistic conception." Only by experiencing the killing of iron and blood, and only by experiencing the cruelty of Shura's hell, can we comprehend this artistic conception of being strong and fierce. ”

Ye Gucheng blinked his eyes: "Isn't that very powerful?"

Si Yutian smiled and rubbed Ye Gucheng's dog head: "Of course it's amazing." The artistic conception of Shura is one of the ancient artistic conception list, which is very rare, and it is much higher than the artistic conception of the knife comprehended by Ye Huangcheng. ”