Chapter 590: The Horror of Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique

Great Elder Jiang Chi asked: "Xiao Chen, how is your Thunder Tribulation Saber Technique, the last move of God Thunder Tribulation going?"

Xiao Chen thought for a while and said: "I don't dare to compare with the Patriarch, but it's still easy to catch 70% to 80% of the power."

Jiang Chi nodded with a smile, and then said regretfully: "The Thunder Tribulation Saber Technique was created by our ancestors, if you can comprehend the artistic conception of wind, cloud and thunder at the same time, you may not be able to compete with this white one. "

"Haha, but it's okay, being able to enter the top ten is the best result of Tiandao Pavilion in thousands of years, Xiao Chen, don't be too depressed."

Smiling lightly, holding the Moon Shadow Knife in his hand, Xiao Chen didn't say much.

"Fifty match, Sima Lingxuan vs. Gongyang Yu!"

It is now the ninety-second round of the competition, and this round is today's final battle. The two top ten players from the previous competition will be a little bit exciting.

"Gongyang Yu's strength is good, Jinlong is also six feet long, and he only lost three games in the ranking battle. Even if he loses this time, there is still great hope for competing for the top ten and the last two spots."

"I don't know how much strength he can force Sima Lingxuan to use. Sima Lingxuan's victory is a bit too easy along the way."

"Yeah, just his oppressive self-confidence makes people feel a little overwhelmed. How can they have the confidence to fight against him?"

Undoubtedly, everyone could have predicted the outcome of this battle. The only thing everyone was a little uncertain about now was that Gongyang Yu could force out Sima Lingxuan's strength by a few percent.

After all, no matter what, Gongyang Yu's strength is there.

Especially that one throw of the universe can shatter even the void, and many giants dare not take it head-on, how will Sima Lingxuan deal with this move.

On the martial arts competition stage, Sima Lingxuan wore a long gown. On his handsome face, there were not many expressions to be seen. The confidence in his chest was in harmony with the heaven and the earth.

Faintly, looking at him, there seems to be a faint luster on his body, shining all the time, and he can be seen at a glance.

Under the oppression of that confidence, Gongyang Yu took a deep breath, let out the negative thoughts in his heart, did not say any more nonsense, danced the black wooden stick in a circle, and walked towards Sima Lingxuan.

One step, two steps, three steps... seven steps!

Every time you take a step, there will be an afterimage on the ground, and the posture of holding the stick in each afterimage is different. After the seven steps are completed, the aura of Gong Yangyu has climbed to the peak.

The pressure that Sima Lingxuan had caused him before was swept away, his eyes were sharp, his stick danced like a dragon and snake, and the wind was jittery.

It is Gongyang Yu's specialty, Qiankun Wuji, combining seven extreme attacks together, oppressing the opponent with absolute attack power.

Back then, Xiao Chen didn't even face his move head-on, because the power was too great, and it was not worth fighting with it.

Sima Lingxuan looked calm, looked at the rock-shattering stick, and took a light step forward.

One step, just this one step, the situation in the field immediately turned upside down.

Endless gusts of wind roared out from Sima Lingxuan, and the clouds in the sky? The clouds also rolled endlessly. Amidst the surging wind and clouds, Sima Lingxuan's vast kingly spirit shot up into the sky and erupted loudly.

Domineering, supreme, invincible, peerless, all kinds of auras of a king in the world emanate from Sima Lingxuan's body. The artistic conception he cultivated and comprehended turned out to be the artistic conception of a king.

The so-called is the land of the king under the whole world, and the land of the land is the subject of the king. Sima Lingxuan has such a kingly spirit, and he regards it as the artistic conception of his major.

Gong Yangyu took seven steps, and the condensed general trend of the universe was immediately suppressed by Sima Lingxuan's light step.

Click!

Holding his right hand on the hilt of his sword, Sima Lingxuan drew his sword out of its sheath, riding on the momentum of the king, with a reckless edge and an invincible aura that swept across the world.

When the swords and sticks collided, the wind and thunder platform under the two people's feet immediately burst into countless cracks. The two powerful forces continued to confront each other. Gong Yangyu gritted his teeth and persisted, but he did not retreat immediately.

Buzz buzz!

The sword edge trembled rapidly, and the majestic sword intent floated out. The power of this sword soared, and Gong Yangyu was instantly defeated, and he took nine steps back to spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Dominate the world!

Sima Lingxuan let out a soft drink, and took another step forward with both feet. The majestic king's intention, like an ancient mountain, pressed forward fiercely.

Swinging out a sword, it is really like the king is in the world, the surrounding wind attribute vitality, like worshiping the king, rushes towards the edge of the sword quickly.

Under the infusion of endless gusts, the speed of this sword is unimaginable, and Gong Yangyu can only resist with the stick in his chest based on his feeling.

boom!

He had just made a move, and before he could infuse his vitality to complete the defensive posture, the sword hit his long stick, and the long stick was split in half.

Swept by the sword wind, the ram's feathers floated backwards like a kite with broken strings, knocked down on the wind and thunder barrier, and bounced heavily before falling to the ground.

Kneeling on the ground with one knee, under the tattered clothes, there were horrible sword wounds spreading all over his chest. The hidden sword intent on the wound has not yet dissipated, and the wound seems to be getting worse.

Gong Yangyu knew that he was defeated, and barely resisted two moves. The gap was too great, and he smiled wryly in his heart.

"Skills are not as good as others, Gongyang Yu admits defeat." Gongyang Yu got up and didn't go to fight, so he directly chose to admit defeat.

Sima Lingxuan retracted his sword and put it back into its sheath. After a burst of devouring the golden dragon on his head, it grew to eight inches seven, and within half an inch it would reach nine feet.

"It is estimated that this is Sima Lingxuan's true strength. From the Fengyun artistic conception, he has comprehended the king's artistic conception that is higher than the attribute artistic conception."

"Compared to three years ago, Sima Lingxuan's strength has increased terribly."

"Finally, I know why he has the confidence not to be afraid of the Four Seasons Sword Technique. Exercising the peerless sword technique with the king's artistic conception is enough to counter the power of reincarnation."

"However, we will only know what will happen after the fight. Both of them have not exhausted their strengths yet. Tomorrow's battle between giants is definitely something to watch."

"However, I am still optimistic about Sima Lingxuan. His strength has only revealed the tip of the iceberg, and Bai Qi's strength has been exposed by at least 60%."

In the final round of this round, Sima Lingxuan finally revealed his absolute strength as the top seeded player. Gong Yangyu, who was ranked in the top ten last year, was completely defeated in two moves in his hands, without the slightest resistance.

Li Tianhua looked at the golden dragon above Sima Lingxuan's head, shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's a tragedy to be in the same era as him. It seems that all the stars in the sky have fallen on his head, and we have completely become supporting roles."

Xuanyuan Zhantian's rebellious face showed a dignified look, and after a while he laughed softly: "The artistic conception of the king is really a coincidence."

The ninety-two rounds have been played, and the eight giants have not yet faced each other, so in the last eight rounds tomorrow, these eight players will definitely have to fight each other.

The ranking battle has been fought all the way to the present, and the eight giants have not lost their last match. Sima Lingxuan, Li Tianhua, Bai Qi, Wang Quan, Chu Chaoyun, Xuanyuan Zhantian, Yue Chenxi, and Xiao Chen are tied for the first place.

But since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. How could it be possible for eight people to be the first.

Tomorrow's battle of giants, each of the eight will definitely win or lose, and the ranking on the True Dragon Ranking will also be finalized. Whoever can top the list will win the luck of the world and become the protagonist of this era.

Before sunset tomorrow, everything will come to an end, but the era of warriors will officially start at that moment.

The long dark night, amidst thousands of shouts from everyone, finally passed...

The competition stage was crowded with people and the sound was overwhelming. The atmosphere was completely heated up before the start of the battle. Everyone was looking forward to the moment when the giants faced off.

Looking forward to the moment when the real hero reaches the peak and witnesses who is the protagonist of this era.

"In the first match, Liu Xiaoyun will face Lin Fei."

The first match of the ninety-third round officially started, and it was not the battle of giants that everyone was expecting, which made people slightly disappointed.

However, the two people on the stage are also masters in their respective fields, so their duel won't be boring.

Facing swordsman genius Lin Fei, Liu Xiaoyun did not have the slightest carelessness, and would not suffer from the mistakes he made when facing Chu Chaoyun, and gave his best as soon as he came on stage.

With the sound of howling cold wind, the arena was covered with frost in an instant, while the sword intent was swaying, there were points falling down, all kinds of unique skills of Piaoxue Sword Sect were perfectly presented in Liu Xiaoyun's hands.

Lin Fei at this moment is much more mature than when he first came to the Five Kingdoms Tournament. There was no hint of arrogance in his eyes, only solemn and cautious, appearing very forbearing.

Clang, clang!

The sword is shining everywhere, the shadow of the sword is vast, and the sword energy and sword energy are wanton. The strengths shown by the two are evenly matched, and in the competition between sword intent and sword intent, they also cannot give in to each other.

It's just that Liu Xiaoyun's artistic conception of ice is stronger than Lin Fei's artistic conception of earth, and it seems that he has a slight advantage in the situation.

But all this is only temporary, everyone knows that Lin Fei still has not used the earth vein saber technique.

If he can stop the elusive earth vein saber technique, then Liu Xiaoyun will be able to win this victory with confidence. If he can't stop it, the outcome will be hard to predict.

call out!

Lin Fei, who had been silent for a long time, finally found the most suitable opportunity to unleash the difficult Earth Vein Knife Technique under the contention of the knife points.

A ray of cold saber air blasted the ice on the ground and shot towards Liu Xiaoyun's chest.

Liu Xiaoyun smiled lightly, without panic, and said: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ice Sword of Absolute Shadow!"

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and Liu Xiaoyun's upper body swayed for a while. Under everyone's surprised eyes, it split into two, and two sword lights flickered.

One blocked the attack of Lin Fei's body, and the other blocked the saber energy shooting out from the ground, and waited until the two figures overlapped. A gust of icy chill turned into snow-white sword energy, shooting out from the edge of the sword, forcing Lin Fei back instead.

The ground vein saber technique was broken, the saber intent could not take advantage, and the artistic conception was not good enough. After a hundred tricks, Lin Fei had no choice but to admit defeat.

Liu Xiaoyun put the sword back into its sheath, and said softly: "I have accepted it!"

This battle was considered to be his reputation. The disastrous defeat to Chu Chaoyun was not because of his lack of strength and the disparity in strength, but because he was careless at the time.