Chapter Three Hundred and Sixtieth: A Showdown Between Geniuses

Taking advantage of Xiao Chen's evasion from the bloody sword energy, Hua Yunfei's ultimate move followed like a shadow, and the sky was full of blood.

There seemed to be countless red figures, performing sword skills in the field, wisps of blood-colored sword energy, following a certain strange frequency in the field, undulating like the sea.

The terrifying intent of killing filled the entire arena, making people tremble, pointing directly at the heart.

Clang, clang!

Turning on the wind boots under his feet, Xiao Chen moved around amidst the shadows of swords all over the sky, dancing with his long knife, splitting the flying sword energy one by one.

Every sword shadow is like a real warrior, holding a long sword to attack it, or stabbing, or chopping, or chopping, or picking.

Random angles, coming and going without a trace, make people tired of coping.

"Hua Yunfei has completely learned the ancient martial arts. He is indeed a rare genius in the Hua family. Now Xiao Chen is about to die."

"Yes, the ancient martial arts and the current martial arts are not a system at all. Generally, even if you have the ancient martial arts, it is difficult to truly integrate them. They are nondescript, and it is difficult to have real combat effects."

"Look at the continuous, boundless sword shadows rising and falling on the arena, even if King Wu came, it would be difficult to parry."

Looking at the blood-colored sword shadows above the arena, some warriors in the audience recognized that this was an ancient martial art, and couldn't help but start to worry about Xiao Chen

Hua Yunfei's figure was hidden among these sword shadows, and from time to time he attacked fiercely with a sword, which was even more difficult to guard against.

All of a sudden, Xiao Chen suffered a lot of sword wounds on his arms, legs and feet, no matter how fast he was.

In the face of these shadows that follow, continuous, and elusive sword shadows, it is impossible to completely avoid them. Xiao Chen can only try to avoid damage to the vital parts.

It even has the intention of killing, which interferes with Xiao Chen's original intention. There are also killer moves hidden in the killer moves, one ring after another, this martial skill is really unimaginable.

"Haha, Xiao Chen's trick is uncomfortable. Dragging your clothes awakened the ancient evil soul in my body for me. This martial skill is inherited from the evil soul."

"Evil souls used this trick in ancient times. The continuous sword shadows can cover a distance of 100 meters in one direction, including the heaven and the earth. Gods block and kill gods, and demons block and kill demons."

Hua Yunfei looked at Xiao Chen who was a bit tired of coping,

He laughed wildly, wanting to hit Xiao Chen's fighting spirit and make him collapse early.

The altar was clear and bright, Xiao Chen kept his mind undisturbed, not worried, not confused, and not afraid.

He didn't pay attention to Hua Yunfei's words, and walked around on the ring with his footsteps, displaying 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 rules of these sword shadows.

The artistic conception of thunder combined with holy power can barely knock these sword shadows into the air, but cannot completely destroy them.

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

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

Gently took off the blue cloth strip on the forehead, a bright red blood mark appeared between the brows, and Xiao Chen's fair skin face with clear water chestnut angles immediately became bewitching.

The imprint of the Scarlet Throne between the eyebrows burst into a ray of red light, and under the light of the red light, Xiao Chen's face looked even more bewitching.

Turn the turnip into gas!

With a soft shout, the artistic conception of killing and the artistic conception of thunder were fused together, and among the hundreds of purple saber auras transformed from the sacred tree of turnip sunflower, there were red lights flickering from time to time.

bang bang bang!

In the arena, the red sword energy and the purplish red knife energy collided in the air, and there was a burst of emerald explosion, which was repeated continuously above the thunder sky.

Hua Yunfei's complexion changed slightly, he held the bloody long sword tightly in his hand, and said in disbelief: "How can you comprehend the artistic conception of killing?"

Continuous explosions blasted violent airflows in the air, and the railings around the arena were immediately smashed into pieces.

Xiao Chen's hair danced lightly, his white robe fluttered, and he smiled softly: "Who made it, only you can comprehend the artistic conception of killing."

Anger breaks the turnips!

Alternating purple and red saber aura, with the fury of thunder and the attacking aura of killing, passed through the endless air waves and shot towards Hua Yunfei rapidly.

Two sword flowers emerged from the wrist of the long sword, Hua Yunfei gathered the scattered red light on the body of the sword, and sent the tip of the sword forward, a little red light suddenly appeared, just hitting the top of the sword energy.

zzz!

The two artistic conceptions clashed fiercely in the air, refusing to give in to each other, making a crackling sound, and there was a bloody ripple in the air, but the artistic conception rushed towards it.

boom!

When the confrontation between the two artistic conceptions was at its most tense, there was a thunderous sound in the sky, and an electric light shot out from the alternating purple and red saber aura.

The power of Hua Yunfei's artistic conception was broken immediately, and his body dodged backwards quickly, but the saber energy still passed through his right shoulder, leaving a blood hole the size of a finger.

It turned out that he just fought 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 in artistic conception, you are still far behind, no matter what ancient martial arts you have, give them to me, break!"

Xiao Chen leaped lightly, and his figure flashed over quickly. The killing mood merged into the thundering mood with all his strength, and with the light of the knife, Hua Yunfei was killed only by parrying power.

The situation in the arena suddenly reversed, Xiao Chen's figure danced, wisps of purple and red saber energy easily crushed Hua Yunfei's various killing moves.

Blood Shadow Slash!

break!

Mountain of corpses in a sea of ​​blood!

break!

The blood shines on the mountains and rivers!

break!

Let your tricks be tens of thousands, my two artistic conceptions, the fusion of thunder and killing, break it with one blow! break! break! break!

Hua Yunfei vomited three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and Xiao Chen smashed all three major moves with a single blow. The surging power beat Hua Yunfei back steadily like an overwhelming river.

Ding!

The ferocious power rolled in again, and the long sword in Hua Yunfei's hand was immediately lifted away. Xiao Chen stepped forward, swung a fierce palm on Hua Yunfei's chest, and knocked him flying.

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 came over, and the tip of the knife touched it, Xiao Chen said softly with no expression on his face: "Hua Yunfei, you are defeated!"

"I didn't lose, how could I lose to you trash, back then I could easily crush you with one finger, this is absolutely impossible."

Hua Yunfei pulled out the long knife above his neck, jumped up, and rushed towards Xiao Chen in a disorderly manner.

"act recklessly!"

Xiao Chen directly kicked him in the face, with huge force, kicked Hua Yunfei's body upside down several times in the air, and landed head first on the outside of the ring.

"He won again, Xiao Chen won again, who can end him!"

"Hua Yunfei's strength can be regarded as the top of the martial arts. He has mastered ancient martial arts. I am afraid that ordinary martial arts kings can easily kill him, but he was still defeated by Xiao Chen. How many cards does Xiao Chen have."

"Slaughtering Conception, I think it is his last hole card, but even if he knows, it will be very difficult to deal with!"

Another overwhelming victory caused the crowd to completely boil, and some people even firmly believed that Xiao Chen could defeat all opponents in succession.

Today, on the rooftop, there have been repeated battles, no matter whether the opponent is a member of the Holy Land or a genius of the family, no one is mediocre.

But Xiao Chen defeated the opponent overwhelmingly without exception. With this kind of strength, even if he loses in the next few games, his talent and strength are beyond doubt.

As long as they can escape this catastrophe, they will rise up in the future, and the aristocratic family will be like floating clouds in the eyes of the time.

Among the clouds in the sky, Nangong Lie looked at the scene on the rooftop, and said with a faint smile, "It seems that this kid might be able to escape without us."

Yingyue's eyes shifted, and she said softly: "Now it's up to the people in the Holy Land. Maybe these families really can't help him."

On the rostrum, the faces of the elders of several great aristocrats were a bit ugly, and they felt extremely aggrieved when they wanted to move but dared not.

The Great Elder of the Jianlan Sect said softly, "Chao Yun, you are somewhat sure of this boy."

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

"Haha, I'm relieved." The Great Elder of the Sword Misty Sect said with a hearty smile.

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

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt their hearts skip a beat. Could it be that Xiao Chen was crazy, and he even took the initiative to ask the other party to go with him.

Ji Changkong sneered and said, "Xiao Chen, if you really want to seek death, I'm not afraid to help you."

Duanmuqing's cold and beautiful face showed no expression, and said coldly: "Do you really think you have the qualifications?"

Mu Chengxue was holding the holy weapon, Beauty under the Moon, with a playful smile on his handsome face, and said softly, "If you only have such a little strength, you won't even have the qualifications to force me to use the sword."

The three of them are proud and arrogant people. They are dragons and phoenixes among them. From childhood to adulthood, they all enjoy the light of everyone's attention. There are various halos on their heads. They have never been so underestimated.

Boom boom boom!

Three powerful auras shot up into the sky, and a ray of starlight, countless stars shining, was Ji Changkong's artistic conception of stars.

A penetrating chill, icy cold, icy light, and endless chill permeated the sky, but it was Duanmuqing's icy artistic conception at its peak.

A soft and warm beam, sprinkled with pieces of moonlight, touches the heart, like a breeze, but it is Mu Chengxue's strange artistic conception of a bright moon. Under the calm surface, there is a monstrous aura hidden.

The three auras combined together smashed the clouds in the sky, and suddenly the wind and clouds surged, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The warriors on the entire school field felt a strong coercion, like a mountain pressing down on their shoulders.

Dressed in a white robe, holding a six-foot long knife, the light of the knife is sharp, Xiao Chen smiled slightly at the powerful momentum coming from the shop, and gently raised his right foot, and then dropped it.

The Dragon and Tiger Body Sculpting Art is at its peak, Xiao Chen's pure strength can reach 100,000 jin with a single blow, 150,000 jin with a full-strength blow, and 200,000 jin with a fusion of vitality.

More importantly, this force can be freely controlled and perfectly operated.