Chapter 372: Yue Chenxi's Martial Skills

The discussions in the field continued, and the atmosphere became more and more lively. After each discussion, someone would comment on it.

Among them, five or six people especially caught Xiao Chen's attention. These people have comprehended the artistic conception to the state of great accomplishment, and more importantly, they have formed their own characteristics.

For example, a Xia Guo swordsman who comprehended the artistic conception of wind integrated the invisible and invisible characteristics of the artistic conception of wind into his own sword posture.

When the sword came out, it came and went without a trace, perfectly integrated with his own martial arts aura, at least Xiao Chen would not be able to see any flaws for a while.

There is also a warrior from the Chu Kingdom who also comprehends the artistic conception of wind, but he does not take the speed of the artistic conception of wind as the main direction of comprehension.

Instead, according to his own martial arts, he forcibly brought the violent side of the artistic conception of the wind to the extreme, and integrated it with his choppy, open and close swordsmanship.

When the move was made, the violent wind roared, forming a terrifying storm, as if the sword wind had exploded.

There are also masters who understand the artistic conception of water, and integrate the characteristics of the impermanence of flowing water into their own general trend.

When the move was made, the sword passed without a trace, and the sharp sword light seemed to appear out of thin air, making it difficult to catch the trajectory of his move.

It opened Xiao Chen's eyes, and he also had a faint sense of understanding of the artistic conception of thunder.

The artistic conception of thunder, Xiao Chen has long been able to integrate into his sword posture, combining the two characteristics of thunder's berserk and swift strike.

Thunder in nature mostly have these two characteristics, under the collision of clouds. It kept accumulating momentum, and then struck with a bang, showing the characteristics of berserk and swiftness.

Compared with other attributes, artistic conception has greater attack and destructive power, but the disadvantage is that it is difficult to continue continuously.

This kind of high-intensity destructive power consumes a lot of vitality for each blow, and it has to keep accumulating momentum, so compared with other moods, it lacks a little bit of maneuvering and flexibility.

Xiao Chen secretly said in his heart: "The artistic conception of thunder, I can only simply see it now, and the rage and swiftness have also brought these two to the extreme."

"But looking at the warriors in the field, each artistic conception has many different characteristics, and obviously the artistic conception of thunder also has different characteristics."

"For me, for the time being, I only need to combine these two characteristics of the artistic conception of thunder,

It is enough to integrate with one's own martial arts to a perfect state. "

"But in the future, if you want to turn your artistic conception into will, you must have a comprehensive understanding of Lei's artistic conception, so from now on, you must plan ahead, and you need to understand Lei's artistic conception better."

The on-court sparring continued, and Jin Wuji also left the field. As expected, he was one of the top 100 players in the last Five Nations Youth Competition.

What I comprehend is the sharp golden artistic conception. Among all the artistic concepts, in terms of sharpness, the golden artistic conception is undoubtedly one of the most powerful artistic concepts.

The attack is fierce, unparalleled in sharpness, and the power of a sword, few people can resist it. Even in the strict defense, he will easily break through a hole.

His aura was like an extremely sharp knife, and the sword aura he swung brought out this sharp feature to perfection.

The swordsman who combined the violent characteristics of the artistic conception of wind with his own sword moves only made fifteen moves in his hands. The violent sword wind was pierced through small holes, and then shattered into tiny whirlwinds, without any momentum.

Of course, this is also the result of both sides suppressing their strength. If they let go of the fight, I am afraid they will last much longer.

In this wooden restaurant, any fight between two people in the field can easily destroy the entire restaurant.

Jin Wuji chose this place for the meeting, probably because he wanted to make the people here have some scruples, otherwise the situation would easily get out of hand if there was a real fire.

"Brother Jin, I really admire his strength. I'm afraid the ranking in the next five-nation competition can be improved by ten places." The swordsman He Huan, who was defeated by Jin Wuji, said convincingly.

Jin Wuji was slightly complacent, but he still smiled modestly and said: "Brother He, your artistic conception of wind is unique, much stronger than that of three years ago, if you can integrate a characteristic of wind into the sword In the middle of the move, I'm afraid I won't be your opponent."

He Huan clasped his hands and said, "It's difficult enough to integrate one kind of characteristic. If I want to merge one kind of characteristic, I have to find another high-level swordsmanship and martial arts. By then, if Brother Jin has good swordsmanship and martial arts You can exchange it with me."

"must!"

The two retreated separately. By this time in the party, most of them had already fought each other. Some people couldn't help but focus on Yue Chenxi.

The proud daughter of the Taihao Sect, she won the top 50 in the Five Kingdoms Competition at the age of sixteen, and now it has been more than a year, and her strength does not know how strong she is.

"I'm Liu Meng, I want to ask Miss Chenxi for advice." Finally, someone couldn't help it, stood up and offered to fight Yue Chenxi.

Liu Meng was also extremely nervous at this time. The other party was one of the top ten sects of the Great Jin Kingdom, the closed disciple of the Taihao Sect Master, who was well-known in the Jin Dynasty and the entire continent.

It is completely different from the circle I am in. It can be said that it is a coincidence that I can meet here this time.

I am a little worried that the other party will look down on my strength and refuse the invitation.

Yue Chenxi had a perfect temperament, like a fairy, with a slight smile on her face, and said softly: "I don't dare to ask for advice, but it's okay for everyone to learn from each other."

To have agreed so easily, some warriors in the arena couldn't help feeling extremely regretful, knowing that they had invited him first.

Now Dao let Liu Meng take the lead, and he and others can only watch from the sidelines.

Liu Meng cupped his hands in ecstasy and said, "Miss Yue, please!"

The battle between Jin Wuji and He Huan had already pushed the atmosphere of the party to its peak. With Yue Chenxi's attack, the real climax of the party was about to come.

The leaders from all over the world who were sitting against the wall on the fourth floor focused all their gazes on the two people in the arena, all of them staring intently and holding their breath.

Xiao Chen was no exception. He was also very interested in Yue Chenxi, the proud daughter of the Great Jin Kingdom, and wanted to see what was different about the geniuses of the Great Jin Kingdom.

Liu Meng's strength, through his previous strength, is obvious to all. He is one of the few warriors who can comprehend his own things from the artistic conception.

He was qualified to fight Yue Chenxi.

The two of them each performed the warrior salute, and then stood up slowly. Facing Yue Chenxi, Liu Meng didn't dare to let him hold back, and took off the thick back knife on his back, urging his own artistic conception of fire.

A vicious beast formed above his head, and the artistic conception of fire was raised to the extreme. The field was suddenly filled with intense heat, and the air became dry.

drink!

Liu Meng's long sword rushed away with endless flames. Before the man arrived, the beast with ears on his head flew towards him ferociously.

This evil beast is condensed from the artistic conception of pure broken fire, its power is surprisingly powerful, under a single blow on weekdays, even the top-rank Martial King would have to back away.

Yue Chenxi smiled lightly on her beautiful face, "Good time!"

boom!

Qianqianyu clenched her hands into fists, seeing the ferocious beast, not only did not retreat, but took a step forward, and then punched fiercely.

A little morning light exploded above the edge of the fist, just like the rising sun shooting through the last glimmer of dark light before dawn, bright and dazzling.

With the surging power, as the fist edge exploded, the ferocious flame beast was instantly blasted into countless sparks. The huge power has not yet dissipated, and it blasted towards Liu Meng who followed closely behind.

Liu Meng's complexion changed slightly, and he stopped quickly, his soles of his feet were tightly sucked on the ground, his aura was concentrated in a line, and he used all the power in his body to smash the wind of the fist with one blow.

The light above the fist wind spread out, forming crystal clear particles of light in the wide space on the fourth floor.

Yue Chenxi jumped in the air, took the initiative to attack, and punched Liu Meng fiercely, the brilliance of the morning sun above the fist wind was dazzling.

Under the pale golden light, Yue Chenxi's exquisite figure was covered with a faint radiance, solemn and sacred, and so domineering.

It's hard to imagine that a woman with such a beautiful temperament can exude such a strong and domineering aura.

Bang, bang, bang!

Liu Meng exerted the artistic conception of fire to the extreme, dancing with the light of the knife, trying to resist the wind of fists falling from the sky.

Yue Chenxi didn't even use his artistic conception, he just relied on his strong vitality and fierce and domineering fist style.

Blowing out punches in the air, the rays of the morning sun kept blooming, pushing Liu Meng back step by step, with no strength at all.

boom!

The blade was hit by a fist wind again, and the light exploded. Liu Mengfei retreated five steps, his face slightly pale.

The difference in strength is too great, there is no need to fight at all, and they are not opponents of the same level at all.

Liu Meng dispelled the artistic conception of fire, put the thick back knife on his back again, and said with a wry smile: "I lost, Tai Haozong's Chaoyang Breaking Dawn Fist really deserves its reputation."