Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety Fifth: King Mood

As Bai Qi said at the beginning, as long as the mountain is cut off and the water is broken, in the face of strong artistic conception and absolute strength, it is just a display.

Roar!

Nangong Ziyue was defeated, the golden dragon above her head wailed, and was swallowed by the white golden dragon for half a foot in length, and the luster became dimmed a lot, looking weak and listless.

On the other hand, the golden dragon on Bai Qi's head bared its teeth and claws, roared again and again, its eyes were bright, and its aura was mighty. It reached a full eight feet long, catching up to Sima Lingxuan's eight feet five.

Recalling Bai Qi's Four Seasons Sword Technique in his mind, Xiao Chen was thoughtful, which was a little different from what he imagined.

Since then, Bai Qi has learned the four seasons knife technique, and he will also understand it personally.

Now it seems that it is wrong, Bai Qi walked the same path as the ancestors of the Bai family, probably after Bai Shuihe successfully comprehended the Four Seasons Sword Technique, he told the descendants of his knowledge and experience.

With a vague understanding in his heart, Xiao Chen whispered to himself: "Following the path of the predecessors, naturally you can take many detours, and it will be much easier. But the saber technique of the four seasons is different from other martial arts, and there is no fixed artistic conception. Comprehension is the most suitable."

In a word, if Bai Qi just followed the path of Baishuihe, then he would have an ugly defeat when he met Xiao Chen, and there would be no accidents.

Liu Suifeng on the side was amazed, he is also a swordsman, and he can feel the majestic power of Dao's spring water leisurely move better than ordinary people.

He said with a little sigh: "Such a strong sword technique, no wonder others say that the Four Seasons sword technique is the strongest martial skill below the heavenly rank, and it really deserves its reputation."

A group of elders in the surrounding Tiandao Pavilion also nodded secretly. Even if they encountered this knife, they had no room for maneuver and could only be defeated.

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 it with the Patriarch, but it's still easy to catch with 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. "

"Hehe, 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."

smile 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 one is today's final match. 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 the top ten and the last two places."

"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 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 heaven and earth.

Faintly, looking at him, there seems to be a faint luster on his body, shining all the time, and one can see his extraordinaryness 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 is different for each afterimage. After the seven steps are completed, Gong Yangyu's aura has climbed to the peak.

The pressure that Sima Lingxuan had put on him earlier was swept away, his eyes were sharp, his stick was dancing 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 it was too powerful, and it wasn't worthwhile to fight it head-on.

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 also rolled endlessly. Amidst the surging wind and clouds, a vast kingly spirit in Sima Lingxuan soared 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 that he regards it as his major artistic conception.

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

Click!

With his right hand held on the hilt of the sword, Sima Lingxuan drew his sword out of its sheath, riding on the might of the king, with unrestrained sharpness, and an invincible aura that swept the world freely.

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's edge trembled rapidly, and the majestic sword intent floated out. The power of this sword soared, and Gong Yangyu was instantly defeated, and 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 will, like an ancient mountain, pressed forward fiercely.

Swinging a sword, it is really like the king is in the world, the vitality of the wind attribute around, 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 rely on his feeling to resist with the stick in his chest.

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 sword intent hidden in the wound has not yet dissipated, and the wound seems to be getting worse.

Knowing that he was defeated, Gong Yangyu barely resisted two moves, the gap was too great, he smiled wryly in his heart, and wondered if anyone could defeat him in the Five Kingdoms Tournament.

"Skills are not as good as others, Gongyang Yu admits defeat." Gongyang Yu got up and chose to admit defeat instead of going to fight.

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 number one seed. 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 trace of solemnity, and after a while he laughed softly: "The artistic conception of the king is really a coincidence." ()