The artistic conception of flowing clouds is a mixed artistic conception, not only wind, but also the essence of clouds.

Because of the situation, Lin Mochen focused on the escape of Liuyun Artistic Conception, but ignored the other ability of Liuyun Artistic Conception.

"Can this resist my sea of blood candles?

The flames that were originally the size of fists fused in pairs, becoming the size of a human head, and then fused again, turning into three flame people three feet high.

What really frightened Lin Mochen was that the color of the flame giant changed from bright to pale yellow, and the temperature emitted had also dropped by several levels, but he felt a lot of pressure from the Flowing Cloud Artistic Conception.

"Liuyun Sword Technique. ”

The already erratic cloud suddenly turned into the shape of a long sword, emitting a pale blue light.

"The power of the young master's mind has reached the state of transformation, and it seems that the great achievement of the seven tricks is in front of him. There was an indescribable envy in his tone.

The so-called Seven Apertures are the unity of the Seven Apertures, and at that time, the power of the Aperture will go further, and the power will not be inferior to the power of the law, but it will be easier to control than the power of the Law, and it will be three points more powerful than the peak of the ordinary Xuan Zombie Realm.

"That kid's sword intent has also reached the point of transformation, and the young master's situation is a little bad!"

Both are metamorphoses, and they are also superior and inferior.

The first to strike was Lin Mochen, and a dark blue sword qi surged out from the heavy sword and fell towards a giant.

The giant held out two bright yellow arms to block.

When the sword qi fell, the Flame Giant's hands were sealed with a layer of cold ice, and they were broken together.

There was a crisp sound of glass breaking, hundreds of large and small ice crystal flames on the ground, and flames were floating in the middle of some blue ice.

The power of artistic conception, the mind first.

The powerful mental power made Lin Mochen's artistic conception directly cross several levels, and also doubled the power of his artistic conception.

The power of cold in the artistic conception is extremely profound.

The blow worked, but Lin Mochen was not the slightest bit happy, the broken flame giant had already regrown his hands, and his aura was barely weakened.

After one move, the Flame Giant left several pitch-black footprints on the ground, and the huge flame fist had fallen from the sky.

The white clouds suddenly took on a pale blue color, emitting an endless chill that dissipated the heat around them.

"Gather and scatter with the stream!" is the last form of "Flowing Cloud Sword Technique".

The powerful chill and sword momentum merged into this sword technique full of sword intent, and countless Xiaoice beads solidified around it, and even the raging flames could not melt it in the slightest.

"Flame giants of the Sea of Blood and Candle Heaven. ”

Three flame fists that emitted infinite heat smashed down, and countless Xiaoice beads instantly turned into powder and volatilized.

The light blue cloud turned into Lin Mochen's appearance again, exuding a light blue light all over his body, and the silver heavy sword in his hand directly turned into a dark blue heavy sword.

Before the two forces came into contact, there was a constant explosion in the air.

The three flame fists slowly overlapped in the air, as if they were about to become more powerful punches.

"Can't wait!"

There had been examples of flame fusion before, and now that they were so scattered, the momentum was no less than the sword he condensed.

If it is fused again, the power will definitely surpass that of his sword.

One sword, nineteen states!

Unfortunately, it encountered the burning world.

Under the powerful telekinesis, the sword intent fell on the weakness of the Flame Fist, but it did not freeze or dissolve as imagined.

It's layer upon layer of flames.

The blue light faded, and the silver sword became piping hot.

Sword Intent: Flowing Clouds!

Lin Mochen's body shuttled through the endless flames, just like the red mist before, and he couldn't find the edge.

"The clouds gather into streams, and the clouds scatter with the wind. ”

The chill on Lin Mochen's body instantly surged to the sword, and a vast power of heaven and earth was applied to him, suppressing his figure by three feet, but the momentum on his sword was more than several times stronger.

"What?"

Xia Wei's eyes were about to split, first, he was frightened, and more importantly, his strength was almost exhausted.

"He must die!"

He could feel that the momentum on Lin Mochen's body was about six generations of generals, but his strength was already comparable to his, an existence comparable to the Xuan Zombie Realm.

If Lin Mochen continued to break through, he wouldn't even dare to have this thought.

The three flame giants suddenly severed one of their fists and stomped on the ground at the same time, turning into a dull earthly hum.

As if they had made an appointment, the three cracks converged in the center, turning the middle into an abyss of hundreds of zhang.

At the other end, it stretches for dozens of miles, and even divides several peaks into two, leaving a moat.

"Broken!"

Three imposing flame giant fists emitted a strong cold aura from inside, and they exploded in an instant.

The figure inside was revealed, covered in clouds and mist, exuding a cold atmosphere.

By the time he turned his head, three massive bodies had merged into one above.

The three-zhang tall figure did not expand in the slightest, and even condensed into a fist-sized flame.

The flame did not leak the slightest breath, and it didn't even feel like it was beating, like a flame-like topaz.

But Lin Mochen knew that the power in that topaz could even injure a master of the Xuan Zombie Realm who was going all out, and it was definitely a devastating attack for him.

Fight with more powerful forces?

Don't say that he doesn't, and even if he does, it's not something that his current body can do.

The blow just now had reached the limit of his physical body.

The flames above his head came to him in a blink of an eye, not giving Lin Mochen more time to think about it at all.

Death?

Lin Mochen has been a lot indifferent to death, but he definitely doesn't like to face it.

Break through again?

It was this kick that he stepped on countless times, and countless geniuses in the zombie kingdom were also trapped in this step. The power of potential is difficult to comprehend, and it is even more difficult to cultivate.

He was lucky to get Sword Ancestor's "Nine Heavens and Eighteen Strikes", and he was able to perceive the general trend inside. Even so, he also had no clue about the use of the power of heaven and earth inside.

This set of swordsmanship is at least a near-path level, or even an entry-level exercise.

Lin Mochen's eyes only had bright yellow colors and a deep power.

Destroy!

""Nine Heavens and Eighteen Blows", one blow to break the sky!"

The tilted heavy sword instantly pointed straight to the sky, and the silver light on the heavy sword bloomed, and the heaven and earth suddenly had more silver and white colors, and ......

"Click!" shattered right shoulder blade.

Lin Mochen's face remained unchanged, as if it was not his bones that were broken.

"Ahh

Lin Mochen opened his mouth and let out a roar, and the ground under his feet sank directly three feet, reaching his knees.

In the heavy sword, a chaotic consciousness woke up, his hazy eyes became brighter and brighter, and he opened his mouth to devour the power in the sword.

As if remembering something, he shook his head, deflated his mouth, opened his mouth, and spit out a mighty force.

The silver light on the heavy sword skyrocketed, and even the powerful flame power lost its brilliance.

Awakened, awakened?