This slightly inappropriate voice stunned everyone when they heard it.

Yes!

Don't say you don't know, you don't know.

After hearing this, and looking at the two people fighting on the battle platform, many people were shocked in their hearts and sensed the clues.

Luo Chuan's landscape swordsmanship is really fascinating, but it has reached this level, and on the scene, he has not been able to gain the slightest upper hand.

Even faintly, there is a tendency to decline again and again, and then decline and exhaustion.

From beginning to end, stab, slash, wipe, collapse, point...... What Wang Hao used was just basic swordsmanship.

"Is it artistic conception ......?"

Someone said.

"How is this possible!?" exclaimed.

The key to people's ability to comprehend and practice combat skills lies in "will". Meaning, mysterious, and mysterious, is more like an invisible experience. But once the comprehension of "meaning" reaches a certain level and breaks through the line, "meaning" can become substantial, and it can really be embodied in battle.

This is the "artistic conception"!

In other words, artistic conception is the evolution and transformation of "meaning".

And those who can comprehend the artistic conception are all demonic geniuses who are blessed with a certain field.

"How old is Han Feng, and what realm of cultivation is he able to comprehend the artistic conception? How is this possible, impossible!?"

Someone couldn't believe it.

If you follow the step-by-step process, generally speaking, only when you cultivate to reach the realm of Pifu and merge with heaven and earth, it is possible to gradually comprehend a trace of artistic conception, and when you reach the realm of soul infants, you will have a greater chance to comprehend the artistic conception.

When condensing the realm, I comprehended the artistic conception, and the entire Furi City, looking at the past and present, I am afraid that I will not be able to find a single person.

This is so shocking!

Wang Hao didn't know what people were talking about.

At present, I don't know what artistic conception is.

It's just that in the face of Luo Chuan, one of the four princes, from the beginning of this battle, Wang Hao exerted his basic swordsmanship to the extreme, and as the confrontation continued, fighting and fighting, a trace of mysterious feeling emerged in his heart, which made people immersed in it......

The more mysterious Luo Chuan's landscape swordsmanship is, the clearer this feeling will become.

The Luo Chuan in front of him, in Wang Hao's eyes, was like a grinding swordstone.

Wang Hao's state of mind is also in this thorn, a slash, a collapse, a ...... In it, the more it grinds, the clearer and clearer, as if it has touched a certain string, ushering in metamorphosis and sublimation.

When he was in the Hell Pavilion, practicing basic swordsmanship, Wang Hao already had an understanding of "meaning".

And now, this "meaning" is like the accumulation of continuous tempering and tempering, at this moment, ushering in an opportunity, breaking through an invisible string and surfacing.

made Wang Hao's comprehension of sword intent more and more profound.

Take it to a whole new level.

Wang Hao's sword became more and more intelligent, one stab, one slash...... It's all like with some kind of subtle charm.

Changed to Luochuan.

But the more you fight, the more frightened you become.

The surrounding audience watched the fierce battle on the stage, and the chess match the opponent, however, only Luo Chuan himself knew the pain. This feeling is like being stuck in a quagmire, and the more you fight, the more bottomless your heart becomes.

Luo Chuan couldn't believe it,

He has already exerted the landscape swordsmanship to such an extent,

Can't even match Wang Hao's basic swordsmanship?

"Break it for me!"

Gritting his teeth fiercely, between Luo Chuan's eyebrows, a touch of cold frost appeared, the true qi surged, and the long sword in his hand was narrowly wrapped in surging sword qi, pouring like a tide, slashing towards Wang Hao.

Wang Hao held his sword and stabbed out.

Let the sword qi be like a tide,

Let the murderous intent rage,

Wang Hao is just a sword.

Luo Chuan's falling sword qi was like flowing water, split into two.

It looks like this sword qi is avoiding it.

Laugh at!

A streak of blood splattered.

Luo Chuan staggered back, took four or five steps back, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, his fingers covered with blood. On his cheek, a sword mark has been cut, and blood dripping down makes him look particularly eye-catching.

"Bastard!"

"The landscape is picturesque!"

"Die!"

His eyes were suddenly cold, Luo Chuan was completely angry, his robe fluttered, and on the body of the long sword, Dao runes were stimulated, and the sword qi was rolling, killing Wang Hao madly.

The frenzied sword qi is like a wanton swaying of the thick ink of the landscape, wanting to strangle and engulf Wang Hao.

In the face of the surging sword qi,

Wang Hao's eyes condensed slightly.

A sword is slashed out.

Break through the billowing sword qi.

The sword body was erased, like a flat boat, sweeping through the frenzy of sword qi, stirring up a trace of the road.

Standing in a step, he rested the Spring Thunder Sword on his left arm.

The wind rises.

On the Spring Thunder Sword, Dao runes lit up.

Immediately, the soles of his feet stepped out suddenly, the sword in his hand slashed across his left arm, the sword body brushed the sleeve robe, made a hunting sound, faced Luo Chuan, and stabbed out with a sword!

A sword gathers in the wind,

clouds from the wind,

Gathering Storms!

As if devastating, the tide-like sword qi came violently, dispersed faster, and was defeated all the way, Luo Chuan's body flew out upside down, and after landing, he staggered back again, his hair was scattered, and his face became pale in an instant.

didn't wait for Luo Chuan to stabilize his figure,

The sword in Wang Hao's hand has been attacked again.

Stab, slash, wipe, split, press...... The sword pointed at Luo Chuan.

Sword after sword.

A sword is faster than a sword.

Luo Chuan was not allowed to have a chance to breathe at all, forcing him to retreat step by step, his hair was scattered, and sword marks were drawn on his body, oozing blood, staining his white clothes red.

As a handsome son, when did Luo Chuan be so embarrassed?

Luo Chuan's negative resentment is also constantly coming.

"I ......"

Luo Chuan opened his mouth and wanted to admit defeat.

Wang Hao's sword completely destroyed his confidence, and he no longer had the courage to fight again.

It's just that if he wants to admit defeat, he will admit defeat?

Wang Hao hasn't forgotten how Kuai Naihu was forced to not even admit defeat, all of this is still vivid!

How could you spare Luo Chuan?

Luo Chuan opened his mouth, and before the words of "admitting defeat" came out, he was forced back by the sword qi that came from the attack.

Luo Chuan's face was pale, and cold sweat was dripping from the corners of his forehead.

A sword,

Another sword.

The long sword fell, Luo Chuan's footsteps staggered and staggered, his eyes were full of panic, looking at the white clothes dyed red on his body, and he didn't know how many swords had been cut on his body, his heart was broken, bang! Suddenly, he bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

"Stop, stop! Don't take out the sword again, if you play the sword again, you're going to die! Please, let me go......"

On the battle platform, Luo Chuan's wail sounded.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

There was a panic in the stands all around.

Who would have thought that Luo Chuan, one of the four sons, would be forced to do this.

Looking at Luo Chuan's wailing appearance, many people couldn't help but feel a palpitation in their hearts.

"The winner is decided, the game is over!"

The examiner shouted.

Wang Hao glanced at the examiner.

In the battle of five into two, when Kuai Naihu wanted to admit defeat, he did not hesitate to move out of the rules and did not stop the game, and now, he shouted very "timely".

Retract your gaze,

Stretching out his feet and lifting up, Wang Hao kicked on the door of Luochuan, stepped on his head, and trampled him to the ground.

"Say you're like a dog, you're still not convinced?"

Looking at the struggling Luo Chuan, Wang Hao said indifferently.

In the surrounding stands, there was an uproar, and they were shocked.

Wang Hao's foot made people chill.