Chapter 233: Artistic Conception Competition

hum!

An ear-piercing sonic boom spread from the arena to the entire school field. Under the sound waves, everyone in the auditorium felt their eardrums vibrate and became dizzy.

Xiao Chen calmed down, secretly surprised, what a terrifying sonic boom, he was already thousands of meters away from the ring, yet he still had such a strong feeling.

Yan Feng, who was in the center of the sonic boom, was hit instantly, and his ears were temporarily deaf.

boom!

Yun Kexin flipped her right hand, pulled out the three-point blade, and retracted it suddenly. The sound waves that had spread to all directions created a ripple in the air, forming a huge vortex, and unexpectedly returned to the blade.

The moment the blade was completely sheathed, the re-gathered sound waves suddenly erupted, emitting a sound wave that was more terrifying and louder than before.

However, although the sound was louder this time, the inner disciples in the auditorium didn't feel anything, because the sound waves were gathered into a line and all hit Yan Feng's body.

A trace of blood seeped out of the pores of Yan Feng's whole body, his face was frighteningly pale, and with a plop, he knelt on the ground on one knee, watching Yun Kexin who was slowly floating down in white.

He smiled wryly and said: "Yun Kexin, it's only been half a year, and you really don't even have the qualifications to draw your sword. See you next time, don't you even have the qualifications to let you out of the scabbard?"

Yun Kexin's white clothes fluttered, her expression didn't fluctuate at all, and said: "As a swordsman, it doesn't matter whether you draw your sword or not, don't worry too much about these superficial things, otherwise it will be difficult to comprehend your own sword intent. "

"In this round, Yun Kexin won!" the referee on the ring said.

Looking at Yun Kexin's leaving back, Yan Feng felt a little bit of bitterness in his heart. A long time ago, he could keep pace with the other party, but now he can only see her back.

"The Tianyin saber technique is really terrifying. It defeated Yan Feng with only half a move. Yun Kexin is still the same as before, always surprising people."

"Yan Feng's defeat is also a bit wronged. It is true that he is too entangled in whether the opponent can use the sword, and he still has some unique moves that he has not used."

"This is also an immature state of mind. After all, Yun Kexin's ranking in the Billboard was still lower than him. Now I can't accept it."

"You can't say that,

For a warrior, the state of mind is sometimes more important than any martial arts and martial arts, and it is also a part of the strength of the warrior. "

Although this duel was short, everyone felt that it was a bit unsatisfactory to watch, but it did not hinder the quality of the match, and the voices of discussion in the audience did not stop.

Zhang Lie looked at Yun Kexin who was going away, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "This woman is not simple, the artistic conception of Tianyin Saber Technique has almost reached a great level."

Xiao Chen also nodded secretly when he heard the words. The composition of a martial skill is divided into the route of true energy running through the meridians, the angle and footwork of the move, and the artistic conception contained in the martial skill.

For example, the artistic conception of the Benlei Saber Technique is the pure Thunder artistic conception, and the Lingyun Saber Technique has two artistic concepts, the artistic conception of mountains and the artistic conception of clouds.

A martial art can only be considered complete if it integrates the three, but the comprehension of the artistic conception requires understanding, opportunity and patience, and it is extremely difficult to comprehend.

If you focus on pursuing the artistic conception, you will stagnate or even regress. Therefore, ordinary warriors will not pursue the artistic conception too much if their cultivation base has not reached a certain level.

Yun Kexin was able to comprehend the artistic conception of Tianyin Saber Technique to a level close to Dacheng in the realm of a low-rank peak Martial Venerable, which can only prove that this woman's talent, understanding and opportunity are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Zhang Lie glanced at Mu Heng, then at Xiao Chen, and said with a smile, "Now do you still think that he can hit the top ten of the core disciples? Not to mention the difference in realm, those who can enter the top ten are all in the top ten." Without a genius, in the Tiandao Pavilion where there are so many talents, it is impossible to enter without some real kung fu."

Mu Heng pondered for a moment, then said seriously: "Yun Kexin is very strong, very strong, but she is not yet Xiao Chen's opponent."

Xiao Chen glanced at Mu Heng in surprise, not knowing where his confidence came from, although he was not afraid of Yun Kexin, but after watching the match just now, he was not absolutely sure of defeating Yun Kexin.

"Don't talk big. Yun Kexin can defeat Yan Feng, who is ranked sixteenth on the Fengyun Ranking, with only half a move. There are still many killer tricks that have yet to be used. How can you be so sure that she is not Xiao Chen's opponent?"

"In terms of realm, Xiao Chen only has the cultivation base of a peak martial artist. In terms of artistic conception, Tianyin's sword technique has approached great success, and it is no worse than Xiao Chen's Lingyun sword technique. Is it hard to tell which one is stronger and which is weaker?"

This time, before Zhang Lie could speak out, other newly promoted core disciples would speak up to refute, and the reasoning was well-founded, making it impossible to argue.

Mu Heng smiled faintly, "It's useless to talk too much, in the future you will naturally know whether what I said is true or not."

Liu Suifeng leaned over and whispered: "Ye Chen, if you really love Shangyun, you have a few percent chance of winning."

Xiao Chen thought for a while and said: "Five percent, if she only has this kind of strength, it can be increased by 10 percent."

When Liu Suifeng heard the words, he was extremely shocked. He knew Xiao Chen's character. He never speaks big words. He said that the 50% achievement is only high but not low, and it will never be less than 50%.

The competition on the ring continued, and the top ten core disciples in the rankings appeared one after another, and their strength did not disappoint everyone.

"Li Yuze, who is ranked fifth in the Billboard, took out Lian Yun, who was ranked fifteen, with only three moves. The speed is really extraordinary."

"Yun Feimo, who is ranked fourth on the Billboard, defeated his opponent who was ranked 20th with a single strike. It seems that his Weeping Blood Jue has reached the tenth level."

"Leng Aoshuang, who is ranked eighth on the wind and cloud list, also solved his opponent with only three moves."

Among the top ten core disciples, as Zhang Lie said, none of them were vegetarians. They were much stronger than the others, and they basically solved their opponents within five moves.

So far, except for Murong Chong who is ranked number one, who has not played, the other nine top ten core disciples have all played, showing their great strength.

Another point, also caught Xiao Chen's attention, I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement of the elders' meeting or what, none of these top ten people were met together, and there was a real fight between dragons and tigers.

From Xiao Chen's point of view, the top ten core disciples have completely left the others behind, and it is almost impossible for others to win.

Their opponents are only themselves.

"Murong Chong is on the stage. His opponent is Yan Chihuo, who is ranked eleventh on the Fengyun Ranking. He was also a core disciple who was ranked in the top ten last time. No opponent who has been in his hands along the way can make it to the top. Ten tricks."

"Yan Chihuo's strength is indeed good, but it's a pity that he met Murong Chong, and he will definitely lose. It depends on how many tricks he can persist."

"It's been a long time since I saw Murong Chong make a move. I'm really excited. Last year, Murong Chong only appeared for a while at the end of the year, and rarely returned to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion at other times."

"This is a swordsman who spends all his time on penance. If it weren't for the summoning order of the sword emperor, he would definitely not come back."

On the ring, Yan Chihuo heard the voices from around him, his face changed slightly, he felt a little uncomfortable, looked at some blue clothes, Murong stood proudly and said: "No matter what other people say, the purpose of my standing here There is only one, not to take a few tricks in your hands, but to defeat you!"

Murong Chong sneered and said, "Before speaking, weigh your strength first."

"Both salute, stand still, and the game begins!"

call!

After the referee's voice fell, there was a sudden gust of wind on the ring, and there was a clear trembling sound in the wind, which was the sound of a long knife being unsheathed.

Yan Chihuo was startled, never expecting that Murong Chong would disregard his identity and make the first move, he was flustered. Fortunately, he was in a good mood, and after a while, he stabilized his mind and began to prepare for Murong Chong's attack.

But when he looked forward, he didn't find Murong Chong at all. Yan Chihuo quickly looked around, and there was no one on the ring except for the countless absent Qingfeng.

What about people?

Now Yan Chihuo became completely flustered, how could a living person disappear under his nose, it was too weird.

Don't panic, it is impossible for him to leave the ring, since he is the first to attack, he will definitely show his killing intent, as long as I grasp the direction of the killing intent, I can block his attack.

Yan Chihuo said over and over again in his heart, letting out his perception, moving his feet non-stop, not daring to relax for a moment.

Puff!

A long wound suddenly appeared on Yan Zhihuo's chest, and a stream of blood rushed out. His wide-open eyes turned out to be an unbelievable expression, why did I get scratched all of a sudden.

chi chi!

The breeze on the ring suddenly stopped, and the air flow in the air completely froze. Murong Chong's handsome face appeared in front of Yan Chihuo, with a cruel smile on his face.

His eyes were filled with endless killing intent, and suddenly, he rushed over like a surging river, "Get out!"

Murong Chong stood with his saber back, kicked Yan Zhihuo in the chest, and kicked him directly off the ring.

Why can't I feel such a surging killing intent? What's going on? Yan Zhihuo, who thumped on the ground several times, is completely puzzled.

Seeing this, the referee immediately announced, "Murong Chong, win!"

With Yan Chihuo's pale face, he came back to his senses and shouted: "Impossible, how could I lose, I haven't used the trick I have practiced for a year!"

"Murong Chong, do you dare to accept my move in an upright manner? Dare you!"

Murong Chong didn't even look at Yan Chihuo on the ground, and said coldly: "Idiot, a killer move is only considered a killer move if you can use it, and even if you can't use it, you still want to yell."

Looking at Murong Chong's back, Xiao Chen's eyes fell into deep thought, the terrifying Qingfeng Zhan, I thought my Dacheng Qingfeng Zhan could already be used as a trump card, but now it seems that it is still far away.