Taking advantage of Xiao Chen's evasion of the blood-colored sword qi, Hua Yunfei's killing move followed him like a shadow, only to see the sky full of blood.

There seemed to be countless red figures, performing swordsmanship in the field, wisps of blood-colored sword qi, following some strange frequency in the field, fluctuating like a sea.

The terrifying killing intent permeated the entire ring, making people's hearts tremble, pointing straight to their hearts.

Bang Bang Bang!

Opening the Fengxing boots under his feet, Xiao Chen moved in the shadow of the sword in the sky, and the long knife danced, splitting the flying sword qi one by one.

Each sword shadow is like a real warrior, holding a long sword and attacking it, or stabbing, or slashing, or chopping, or picking.

The angle is arbitrary, coming and going without a trace, which is tiring to deal with.

"Hua Yunfei has actually learned the ancient martial arts thoroughly, and he is worthy of being a rare genius of the Hua family in a hundred years, and now Xiao Chen is about to hang. ”

"Yes, the ancient martial arts and the current martial arts are not a system at all, even if they are obtained, it is difficult to really integrate them, and it is difficult to have a real combat effect. ”

"Look at the endless sword shadows in this ring, one after another, even if the Martial King comes, it is difficult to parry. ”

Looking at the blood-colored sword shadows in the ring, there were martial artists in the audience, who recognized that this was an ancient martial art, and couldn't help but start to worry about Xiao Chen

Hua Yunfei's figure is hidden in these sword shadows, and from time to time he attacks a sharp sword, which is even more unguardable.

All of a sudden, Xiao Chen's arms, legs, and feet received a lot of sword wounds, no matter how fast he was.

In the face of these shadowy, endless, and elusive sword shadows, he couldn't completely avoid them, and Xiao Chen could only try to avoid the vital parts from being harmed.

There is even more killing meaning, interfering with Xiao Chen's original intention, and there are also killing moves hidden in the killing moves, one ring after another, this martial art is really incredible.

"Haha, Xiao Chen's move is not comfortable, drag your clothes to awaken the ancient evil soul in my body for me, this martial art is from the inheritance of evil souls. ”

"In ancient times, the evil spirit used this trick, and the continuous sword shadow could cover a distance of 100 meters, including heaven and earth, and the gods blocked and killed the gods, and the demons blocked and killed the demons. ”

Hua Yunfei looked at Xiao Chen, who was a little tired of coping, and laughed arrogantly, wanting to hit Xiao Chen's fighting spirit and make him collapse in advance.

The Shentai is clear, Xiao Chen keeps his heart undisturbed, not worried, not confused, and not afraid.

ignored Hua Yunfei's words, and walked around in the ring, exerting the artistic conception of thunder to the extreme.

Resist the red sword shadows that are everywhere in the sky and the world from all directions, and at the same time try to identify the swimming patterns of these sword shadows.

Infused with the artistic conception of thunder of Shengwei, he could only barely knock these sword shadows away, and could not completely destroy them.

The artistic conception of killing is indeed difficult to deal with, Xiao Chen said softly in his heart, but fortunately, I also have the artistic conception of killing.

After resisting for a while, Xiao Chen finally felt the law of the sword shadow's operation, and it was time to make a move.

Gently removed the blue cloth strip on his forehead, the bright red blood-colored mark in the center of his eyebrows appeared, and Xiao Chen's fair-skinned face immediately became demonic.

The mark of the blood-colored throne at the center of his eyebrows bloomed with a ray of red light, and under the reflection of the red light, Xiao Chen's face looked even more bewitching.

Turnip!

With a light drink, the artistic conception of killing and the artistic conception of thunder were fused, and among the hundreds of purple sword qi that the turnip god tree turned into, there was a red light flickering from time to time.

Bang bang bang!

In the ring, the red sword qi and the purple and red alternating sword qi collided in the air, and a cracking explosion was born, and it was thought of continuously above the thunder sky.

Hua Yunfei's face changed slightly, and the blood-colored long sword in his tightly held hand said in disbelief: "Killing artistic conception, how can you comprehend it." ”

The continuous sound of explosions exploded in the air, and the railings around the ring were immediately shattered.

Xiao Chen's hair danced lightly, his white robe agitated, and he smiled softly: "Who stipulates that the artistic conception of killing can only be understood by you." ”

Angry turnip!

The purple and red alternating sword qi, with the furious intent of thunder and the attacking aura of killing, passed through the endless waves of qi and shot towards Hua Yunfei at a rapid pace.

Two sword flowers came out of the long sword's wrist, and Hua Yunfei gathered the red light scattered all over the sky on the sword body, and the tip of the sword was sent forward, and a little red light appeared, just at the top of the sword qi.

Ziz!

The two artistic conceptions clashed fiercely in the air, refusing to give in to each other, making a crackling sound, and there was a blood-colored ripple in the air, but it was the artistic conception that surged over.

Rumble!

When the confrontation between the two artistic conceptions was at its most tense, a thunderous sound suddenly came to mind in the sky, and on the purple and red alternating sword qi, an electric light suddenly burst out.

Hua Yunfei's artistic conception power was suddenly broken, and his body flashed backwards quickly, but the knife qi still passed through his right shoulder, leaving a bloody hole the size of a finger.

It turned out that he was just fighting with the pure killing artistic conception, and the thunder artistic conception was not used at all, Hua Yunfei thought with some horror in his heart.

"Compared with me, you are far behind, no matter what ancient martial arts you have, give it to me, break!"

Xiao Chen jumped slightly, his figure flashed quickly, and the killing artistic conception was fully integrated into the artistic conception of thunder, and the sword light waved, killing Hua Yunfei only with the power of parrying.

The situation in the field was suddenly reversed, Xiao Chen's body danced, and wisps of purple and red alternating sword qi easily crushed Hua Yunfei's various killing moves.

Blood Shadow Slash!

Break!

Mountain of Blood Sea Corpses!

Break!

Bloody mountains and rivers!

Break!

Let you make a million moves, my two major artistic conceptions, thunder killing fusion, one knife to break!

Hua Yunfei spat out three mouthfuls of blood in his mouth, and the three major killing moves were all broken by Xiao Chen's knife, and the surging power was like turning over the river and the sea to beat Hua Yunfei to the ground.

Bite!

The ferocious power rolled in again, and the long sword in Hua Yunfei's hand was immediately picked up and flew away, Xiao Chen stepped forward and swung out a fierce palm that was printed on Hua Yunfei's chest, knocking it out.

The body slid quickly on the ring, and soon fell to the edge of the ring, Hua Yunfei's face was pale, and he wanted to struggle to stand up.

There was a sudden chill on the neck, but it was Xiao Chen who flashed over, the tip of the knife was against it, Xiao Chen said softly with an expressionless face: "Hua Yunfei, you are defeated!"

"I didn't lose, how could I lose to you this waste, I could easily crush you with one finger at the beginning, this is absolutely impossible. ”

Hua Yunfei pulled out the long knife around his neck, got up, and pounced towards Xiao Chen in an orderly manner.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Xiao Chen kicked directly on his front door, and with huge force, Hua Yunfei's body kicked the volley upside down several times, and landed head first outside the ring.

"Win again, Xiao Chen wins again, who can end him!"

"Hua Yunfei's strength is also considered to be the top of the martial arts, he has mastered the ancient martial arts, I am afraid that ordinary martial kings can be easily killed, but he was still defeated in the hands of Xiao Chen, how many hole cards does this Xiao Chen have. ”

"Killing artistic conception, I think it's his last hole card, but even if you know it, it's hard to deal with!"

Another overwhelming victory made the crowd completely boiling, and some people even firmly believed that Xiao Chen could defeat all opponents in a row.

Today, on this rooftop platform, there are many battles, and the opponent is not a mediocre person, whether it is a person in the Holy Land or a genius of the family.

But Xiao Chen defeated the other party overwhelmingly without exception, this kind of strength, even if he lost the next few games, his talent and strength are beyond doubt.

As long as it can escape this catastrophe, it will rise in the future, and when the time comes, the family will really be like a floating cloud in the eyes.

In the clouds in the sky, Nangong Lie looked at the scene on the Wangtian platform, and said with a faint smile: "It seems that without our action, this kid may be able to escape the catastrophe." ”

Ying Yue's eyes wandered, and she said softly: "Now it's up to the people in the Holy Land, these families may really be difficult for him." ”

On the rostrum, the faces of the elders of several major families were a little ugly, and they wanted to move but didn't dare to move, and they only felt extremely aggrieved.

The Great Elder of the Sword Lan Sect said softly: "Chaoyun, you are a little sure of this son. ”

Chu Chaoyun carried a long sword on his back and smiled softly: "The victory or defeat is only within one move, what do you think, elder?"

"Haha, I'm relieved. The Great Elder of the Sword Lan Sect smiled heartily.

On the ring, Xiao Chen looked at Duanmu Qing, Ji Changkong, and Du Chengxue below, and said softly: "The three of you go up together, otherwise I won't have any chance against me." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt their hearts skip a beat, this Xiao Chen couldn't be crazy, and he actually took the initiative to ask the other party to go together.

Ji Changkong sneered: "Xiao Chen, if you really want to find death, I'm not afraid to fulfill you." ”

Duanmu Qing couldn't see any expression on his cold and beautiful face, and said coldly: "Do you really think you have this qualification?"

Twilight Chengxue held the beauty of the Holy Soldier Moon in her hand, a playful smile appeared on her handsome face, and she laughed softly: "If you only have such a little strength, you don't even have the qualifications to force me to use the sword." ”

The three of them are all arrogant people, dragons and phoenixes among people, from childhood to adulthood, they all enjoy the light of the limelight, and there are various halos on their heads, where have they been so underestimated.

Boom Boom!

Three powerful momentum soared into the sky, a starlight was shining, and countless stars were shining, which was Ji Changkong's artistic conception of the stars.

A penetrating cold, icy cold, cold light, endless cold air permeated the sky, but it was the icy artistic conception of Duanmu Qing's peak.

A soft and warm, sprinkled with pieces of moonlight, touching, like a breeze, but it is the strange artistic conception of the bright moon in the twilight snow, under the calm surface, there is a hidden momentum of monstrous waves.

The three momentum were combined, and the clouds on the horizon were crushed at once, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The martial artists on the entire school field felt a powerful coercion, and on their shoulders, it was like a mountain pressing down.

Dressed in a white robe, holding a six-foot long knife, the sword light was bright, Xiao Chen smiled faintly at the powerful momentum coming from the pavement, raised his right foot slightly, and then fell.

The peak of the Dragon and Tiger Body Shaping Technique, Xiao Chen's pure strength can reach 100,000 jin with one blow, 150,000 jin with all his strength, and 200,000 jin with the fusion of vitality.

What's more, this force can be freely controlled and operated flawlessly.