Around the ring, many disciples looked at Chang Le suspiciously: What's going on?

In the face of Fu Shijian's attack, why didn't Chang Le fight back?

Just casting the Bronze Body Refining Technique to resist?

And Fu Shijian, who attacked Chang Le once, originally wanted to continue attacking, but seeing that Chang Le did not react, he couldn't help but stop in confusion.

"Huh?" Fu Shijian looked at Chang Le aggressively with his eyes, and suddenly, he sighed lightly, and his face changed several times.

Chang Le's current reaction has been seen by Fu Shijian, or rather, he has experienced it.

And it was this situation that directly caused Fu Shijian to enter a state of epiphany, so that he was lucky to comprehend the mystical artistic conception.

On the rostrum and VIP seats, many Blood Refining Realm powerhouses couldn't help but look at each other when they saw Chang Le's situation, and their hearts were extremely shocked.

They are highly cultivated and well-informed, and they are very clear about Chang Le's state at the moment!

Standing in the ring, Chang Le's eyes looked ahead slightly, as if he was frightened by Fu Shijian's blow just now.

In fact, at this moment, all he had in his mind was the situation where Fu Shijian waved the Blue Sword just now.

"This kind of speed ......" Chang Le's heart was shocked.

Not long ago, he also saw Fu Shijian display his artistic conception, but at that time, he was too far away and did not have a deep understanding.

And just now, Fu Shijian's sword just now was seen very clearly.

"There is a slow in the fast, and there is a fast in the slow. Chang Le's mind was full of Fu Shijian wielding the green sword.

Suddenly, Chang Le's brows furrowed: "No! It's not like this, I made a mistake in my analysis!"

Almost at the same time, Chang Le immediately opened his eyes and looked at Fu Shijian with blazing eyes.

Seeing Chang Le suddenly open his eyes, Fu Shijian couldn't help but jump in his heart.

"Come, continue!" Chang Le said with some excitement in his voice.

He felt that he had grasped a trace, if he was allowed to experience Fu Shijian's artistic conception attack again, he would definitely be able to comprehend something...

Fu Shijian couldn't help but suffocate, it was obvious that Chang Le was comprehending his artistic conception. At the same time as I felt depressed in my heart, I also felt shocked.

It took him a lot of energy to comprehend this artistic conception, could it be that Chang Le's talent is so evil?

What can be understood just by looking at his artistic conception?

However, Fu Shijian is not a person who hides his personal interests, not to mention, this is a ring match now, unless he wants to admit defeat directly, otherwise he must show his artistic conception.

Nodding slightly, Fu Shijian said, "Okay, you be careful." ”

As he spoke, the green sword in his hand moved again, and the speed seemed to be extremely slow, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Chang Le again.

Chang Lezhi stared at the Qingbao Sword in Fu Shijian's hand.

"It's so fast. Chang Le's heart was surprised, Fu Shijian's artistic conception was really weird, it obviously looked slow, but in fact it was extremely fast.

Seeing this blow, Chang Le fell into contemplation again, his eyes closed slightly, and he actually thought in the ring.

"This Chang Le ......" Fu Shijian couldn't cry or laugh a little, but after seeing that Chang Le seemed to have an understanding, he immediately stopped attacking and stood still in the ring.

Around the ring, many disciples looked at each other.

The ring match that everyone was looking forward to, but both of them stood still in the ring, what is this?

However, to everyone's surprise, they saw that Chang Le, who was still standing in the ring, was sitting directly cross-legged with his eyes closed at this moment.

"Uh......" Many disciples were stunned.

However, unlike these disciples, in the VIP seats, many Blood Refining Realm powerhouses were restless at the moment.

They are well-informed, so they naturally know what state Changle is in now.

If Chang Le is now cultivating in the Blood Refining Realm, after all, once a martial artist cultivates to break through to the Blood Refining Realm, then his perception of the aura and elements of heaven and earth between heaven and earth will be clearer, and the chance of entering the state of epiphany is greater.

However, at this moment, Chang Le's cultivation realm was only in the middle of the Tongmai realm, and he had entered the state of epiphany......

Just when everyone was stunned, the Seventh Elder suddenly puffed up the true yuan in his body, and flew directly to Chang Le's side in the air, with a wave of his hand, a faint light blue light mask suddenly enveloped Lin Chen's body.

"The ring is temporarily suspended. The voice of the Seven Elders was transmitted to the ears of every disciple very clearly.

"What, to terminate the ring?"

"Why terminate?"

"Also, what's wrong with Senior Brother Changle?"

"Why is he sitting cross-legged in the ring?"

Many disciples do not know why.

In the ring, Fu Shijian and the Seventh Elder glanced at each other, with some helplessness in their eyes.

Who knew that Chang Le would suddenly enter an epiphany state in the ring?

What's more, once you enter the state of epiphany, then you can't tell when Chang Le will wake up, except for what Chang Le can realize from the epiphany.

As the pale blue light of the Seven Elders enveloped Chang Le, Chang Le's ears suddenly cleared.

In his mind, there were countless swords, stabbing out at the same time, each sword stabbing out at different speeds, some fast, some slow, and their power was also very different.

Chang Le's soul power enveloped all swords.

"There is a slow in the fast, and there is a fast in the slow?" Chang Le shook his head violently: "No, no! Fu Shijian's blow just now seemed to be slow, but it was actually fast." ”

He not only comprehended the artistic conception of fast, but also comprehended some artistic conception of slowness. Chang Le was a little excited in his heart: "Fu Shijian's sword is a fast and slow artistic conception attack at the same time, so its speed is extremely fast. ”

Thinking of this, Chang Le's heart moved: "If the two artistic conceptions of fast and slow are fused, the inside is the artistic conception of fast, and the outer is the artistic conception of slow, then the power of such an attack ......."

In his mind, there was immediately a sharp sword that swung according to what he thought in his heart, the artistic conception of being fast inside and the artistic conception of being slow on the outside.

Laugh at!

The sword stabbed down, and he felt the space vibrate.

"Hey, it's so powerful!" Chang Le gasped: "The artistic conception of fast and the artistic conception of slow are fused, and the power is so amazing." ”

In such a powerful blow, it is no less than Chang Le's full force to exert a half-step artistic conception!

"However, the fusion of fast and slow artistic conception, why is there such a huge power?" Chang Le's mind was now full of doubts.

Obviously, this question has gone beyond the scope of artistic conception and belongs to a higher level of subtlety.

Chang Le fortunately didn't think about things that he hadn't touched that level and couldn't figure it out, but he was sure of one thing: when the two artistic conceptions merged, their power would rise directly.

"The power of the half-step sword intent is already strong enough, if it is combined with the two artistic conceptions of fast and slow, how powerful is it?" Chang Le's mind once again appeared a sword.

In this sword, there is a huge half-step sword intent, as well as wisps of fast and slow artistic conception.

The half-step sword intent is on the outermost periphery, and the artistic conception of speed and slowness is fused according to the previous sword.

However, when the three artistic conceptions were about to be ready, suddenly, he felt a huge resistance coming, and with this resistance, it was extremely difficult for the three artistic conceptions to merge.

"What's going on?" Chang Le wondered: "Is it because the more types of artistic conceptions, the difficulty of fusion also increases?"

In the past, I was able to successfully integrate the fast and slow artistic conceptions, because there were only two artistic conceptions, and the two artistic conceptions simulated were extremely vague and unfamiliar.

But at this moment, the half-step sword intent is added to it, for the half-step sword intent, Chang Le is really mastered, and if he wants to integrate with even the slightest other kind of artistic conception, the difficulty is extremely huge.

What's more, at this moment, Chang Le is simulating all the half-step sword intent he has mastered!

"Try to reduce the artistic conception of half a step. The half-step sword intent simulated in Chang Le's mind quickly decreased.

After reaching an extremely low level, under the control of his soul power, the three began to merge again.

Buzz Buzz...... This time, the resistance is much lower.

A moment later, a sword with huge momentum, much more powerful than Chang Le's momentum of exerting his half-step sword intent with all his might, simulated it in his mind.

"Slash!" Without hesitation, Chang Le immediately controlled the sword and cut it down.

Sneer...... A ripple of space appeared.

"This ......" Chang Le was shocked by this scene.

"It's been almost half an hour, why hasn't Chang Le woken up yet?"

"What the hell is he doing, is he cultivating?"

"What are you kidding, this is a ring match, how could he suddenly cultivate?"

"You see, the ring match between Senior Sister Shangguan and Senior Brother Wu Rong is over, and the competition between Senior Brother Chang and Senior Brother Fu hasn't started yet......"

"Alas, I don't know if I can watch this ring match. ”

Many disciples were full of helplessness.

Just now, Shangguan Ming'er and Wu Rong's ring match had ended, and she defeated Wu Rong with her strong Ling Bo swordsmanship.

Chang Le is still cross-legged in the ring, and now, this year's inner door competition is waiting for Chang Le to be sober, and then the finals!

In the ring, Fu Shijian shook his head, and his face was also quite depressed: "When I entered the state of epiphany, it took three days and three nights to realize a trace of artistic conception, Chang Le entered the state of epiphany this time, I am afraid that it will take at least one day and one night." ”

If Chang Le is in a state of epiphany for a day and a night, then there is no way to carry out this ring match.

Unlike Fu Shijian and many other disciples who were depressed and helpless, many elders such as the Seventh Elder were full of joy, and Chang Le entered a state of epiphany, they were shocked and shocked, but they were also happy to see it.

The stronger the potential of the disciples, the stronger the Tiannan Sect will be!

What's more, the stronger the disciple in the current sect, the more likely it is that Tiannan Sect will obtain a heavy treasure in that mysterious place...... The bigger!

Time passed little by little, and at first, many disciples were still patiently waiting, but as time dragged on, everyone became a little impatient.

"It seems that there is no way to continue this final final. Some disciples sighed.

Now that the inner door is in a big competition, only Chang Le and Fu Shijian are competing for the first place, but Chang Le doesn't wake up, how can he continue to compete in the ring?

"Buzz ......"

At this moment, a slight buzz sounded in the ring match.

Hearing this, all the disciples immediately turned their eyes to Chang Le.

"Senior Brother Changle has woken up!"

"Senior Brother Chang has woken up!" a disciple shouted excitedly when he saw this.

"Finally woke up. On the rostrum, many elders of the Tiannan Sect shook their heads, and a smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

Chang Le opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

With his movements, the pale blue light shrouded by the Seventh Elder over him immediately disappeared.

The humming sound just now was the sound of the pale blue light mask shattering and dissolving.

A gleam flashed in Chang Le's eyes, and a cloud of sword blades surrounded him, but when he looked closely, he couldn't see anything.

"Chang Le!" Fu Shijian's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Chang Le looked up, a smile on his face.

He entered a state of epiphany just now, and he couldn't be disturbed by others, but Fu Shijian was still attacking him, but when he saw that he had entered a state of epiphany, he also gave up attacking.

For this, Chang Le is very grateful.

"Now that you're awake, let's move on to the ring. Fu Shijian said with some expectation.

Entering the state of epiphany, Chang Le's strength must have improved, and Fu Shijian was very curious about what he had comprehended.

Hearing this, Chang Le smiled faintly and said, "Okay, I realized a trick just now." ”

"Oh, comprehended?" The expectation in Fu Shijian's eyes was even greater, there was no doubt that the power comprehended by the epiphany would definitely not be too weak, Fu Shijian really wanted to try, compared to his own artistic conception, whose power was stronger!

"Let me try it!" Fu Shijian said, the green sword in his hand was slowly raised, and a mysterious artistic conception of speed and slowness suddenly enveloped the green sword.

Chang Le smiled and nodded, the true spirit sword was unsheathed!

Immediately after, he held the Spirit Shaking Sword and swung it in place, very slowly, but extremely fast, and when it was slow, it was as if he was doing slow motion.

When it's fast, it's dazzlingly fast, and it can't keep up with Chang Le's speed of swinging his sword.

"It's ...... Fast and slow artistic conception?!" Fu Shijian glanced at it and was suddenly shocked.

However, he immediately shook his head again: "No, Chang Le's performance is not fast and slow. ”

At this moment, Chang Le is just imitating the artistic conception of fast and slow, and does not understand the essence of the artistic conception of fast and slow.

But even so, at this moment, the speed at which he swung his sword was at least several times faster than before!

The next moment, from Chang Le's body, wisps of half-step sword intent suddenly poured out, and that half-step sword intent continued to pour into the Spirit Shaking Sword, merging with the artistic conception of speed and slowness.

As the three artistic conceptions continued to merge, a terrifying momentum burst out from the Dengshi Spirit Shaking Sword!

Feeling this terrifying momentum, Fu Shijian's face changed slightly, but the next moment, his face showed excitement.

"Come on!" The green sword in Fu Shijian's hand slashed towards Lin Chen with a fierce sword.

His dantian true qi surged out wildly, and a large amount of true qi continued to surround Fu Shijian's body, as if a ninth-level gale was blowing, and he was extremely shocked.

The Seven Elders standing on the edge of the ring nodded secretly, Fu Shijian was so strong that he was almost invincible in the realm of the Tongmai Realm.

It was just that the Seven Elders were even more shocked...... From Chang Le's Soul Shaking Sword, a sword blade shot out!

The blade of the sword, only a meter long, flowed with brilliant and brilliant light, like a shadow.

At the same time, a terrifying momentum erupted directly from this sword blade, even if it was the Seventh Elder, he couldn't help but change his face when he felt this momentum.

The next moment, the sword blade stood in mid-air, and then with a bang, it hit Fu Shijian directly!

Wherever the blade passed, a crisp sneering sound sounded, and a wisp of spatial ripples appeared.

Sonorous!

Fu Shijian's face changed greatly, and the green sword in his hand slashed hard, and just as he was slashing on the blade, a sound of metal intersecting sounded.

"Poof!" Immediately after, with a pop, Fu Shijian opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his shocked body was directly blasted out.

"Stop!" Fu Shijian roared angrily, and the Qingbao Sword fled fiercely into the ring, wanting to rely on this resistance to stop the retreating body, but even so, he still retreated more than ten zhang before stopping.

On the ground of the ring, a crack appeared dozens of meters long.

At this moment, Fu Shijian stood with a sword in one hand, he breathed heavily, and his eyes looked at Chang Le in the distance in horror.

On the other side, Chang Le was still standing in the ring, his face unchanged, standing motionless in place, as if the blow just now was not performed by him.