The artistic conception of thunder contained in the earthshade of turnips was also suddenly reduced, and its power was greatly weakened.

Murong Chong on the ground looked at the turnips and Xiao Chen who fell in the sky, with a cold and ruthless smile on his face.

Xiao Chen was shocked in his heart, and secretly said that it was not good, Murong Chong actually cultivated a dual artistic conception, the combination of wind and clouds, and the clouds borrowed the wind, and his thunder artistic conception was completely suppressed.

Murong Chong slowly stood up from the ground, and a purple lightning bolt collided above the clouds, cutting through the dim ring.

Call!

A violent wind suddenly rose, and the lightning fused into it with a single brush, forming a terrifying purple tornado.

Murong Chong pointed at the long knife, and the purple dragon scroll immediately swept towards Xiao Chen and the Turnflower Divine Tree in the air.

Bang bang bang!

The furious purple tornado fuses the energy of wind and lightning, has the attributes of lightning, and the fury of the wind is powerful enough to be comparable to the high-level martial arts of the ground level.

Hitting the turnip tree, both of them were carrying electric light martial arts, emitting terrifying electricity in the air, and the silver snake danced wildly, and the air was full of electric currents the size of small snakes wandering.

A total of five hits were hit, and each one would make a loud crackling sound, and Xiao Chen's turnips would be much darker in color.

On the fifth occasion, the Turnips Divine Tree that Xiao Chen had conjured up completely disappeared, and the terrifying purple tornado, losing the hindrance of the turnips, went towards Xiao Chen fiercely with a furious aura.

Withdraw!

The artistic conception of thunder was suppressed, Xiao Chen didn't dare to fight hard, so he could only avoid its edge first, open the wind boots, and the speed reached the speed of sound and flew back behind him.

Whew!

Next to the purple dragon scroll, Murong Chong's body appeared in the air violently, fluctuating, both the fury of the wind and the ethereal of the clouds, the combination of the two made it elusive.

Clang!

A piece of knife light slashed towards Xiao Chen from a strange angle, Xiao Chen swung his knife to resist, and the violent power came from above, instantly defeating the artistic conception of thunder contained in the knife.

Retreat!

Then with this force, Xiao Chen's body flew back again, and his right hand holding the knife was shocked for a while, and he almost couldn't hold the handle of the knife.

As Xiao Chen kept retreating, the thunderclouds in the sky were constantly compressed by the other party's artistic conception of wind and clouds.

"Give up, although your thunder artistic conception is pure, but under the combination of my wind and cloud artistic conception, there is no chance. ”

Murong Chong's voice sounded in the air, and the voice followed Murong Chong's erratic figure, coming from all directions, making people unable to distinguish the specific direction, and it lingered in the wind for a long time.

"Murong Chong is Murong Chong, it is hidden so deeply, in addition to Dacheng's artistic conception of wind, I didn't expect that there is also Dacheng's artistic conception of clouds, and the most important thing is that it is also combined so perfectly, it is worthy of being the first person on the Heavenly Sword Pavilion Billboard. ”

"The artistic conception of thunder is suppressed, in this case, Ye Chen's combat power will only be an ordinary middle-grade martial artist, and it is only a matter of time before he is defeated. ”

"It seems that Murong Chong's undefeated myth will continue for a while, the younger generation, at least no one in Xihe Mansion can defeat him, and Daqin can also rank in the top three. ”

The situation in the field was quite obvious, Murong Chong, who displayed the artistic conception of the clouds, completely reversed the deadlock, and the advantage that Xiao Chen had just created came to naught.

can only be passively pressed and beaten, and most of the people think that when his thunder artistic conception is compressed to completely disappear, that is when he is defeated.

A lonely look flashed on Liu Ruyue's face, she was not worried about whether Xiao Chen could keep Qingyun Peak now, she only hoped that he could survive.

And not because of this defeat, she will lose the edge of the warrior, especially the edge of the swordsman, which is what she is most worried about.

Even at this point, Xiao Chen's heart was still extremely calm, and a wonderful feeling seemed to have arisen in his heart, and the surrounding discussions and Murong Chong's words did not interfere with him in any way.

There is a clear mind in my mind, and I am still thinking about ways to break the game.

The reason why he has become so passive now is undoubtedly because of the suppression of his artistic conception, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation.

Although I knew that the artistic conception was very important, I didn't expect it to be so important, and the turnip, which had lost the support of the strong artistic conception, was not even as good as the other party's purple tornado.

At this moment, even if it is a nirvana martial art of the Turnai Sword Technique, I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve the expected power, and it is really difficult to move an inch without the support of the artistic conception.

In the previous seven days, he had put the cart before the horse, and he should not spend too much time practicing new martial arts, but should strengthen his artistic conception.

Xiao Chen's artistic conception itself is not strong, just because of the reason for cultivating the Purple Thunder Duel, the artistic conception is much purer than that of ordinary martial artists, and the artistic conception of Xiaocheng's peak can overwhelm the other party's Dacheng artistic conception.

From the beginning of the duel, he was able to compete with Murong Chong, who was much higher than him in cultivation, and did not fall behind, and a large part of it was because of this.

But it's not too late to know, even if he loses today, he has gained enough, and the way forward will become much clearer in the future.

Bumper!

While Xiao Chen was thinking, the movements in his hands still did not stop, and his divine sense was released to try to capture the erratic Murong Chong's figure, and resist his attacking knife moves one by one.

In the sky, Xiao Chen's artistic conception of thunder has been pressed to the last step, and only a thundercloud is still struggling to support, surrounded by rolling white clouds combined with the artistic conception of wind.

The white clouds rolled and were boundless, raising Murong Chong's momentum to the peak, looking at Xiao Chen, who had retreated to the corner, Murong Chong said lightly: "It's over, Fengyun Three Styles, chasing clouds and electricity!"

Murong Chong roared, and the terrifying purple dragon scroll turned into a hundred-meter-long twisted dragon, and the dense dragon scales on the dragon's body were clearly visible, as if it was a real dragon.

White clouds floated around the dragon, and they came out of the clouds with a brush, opened their mouths and spit out a cloud of green smoke, and roared towards Xiao Chen.

The furious auger, whose speed had exceeded the speed of sound, was infinitely close to twice the speed of sound, and it didn't give Xiao Chen any extra time to think and think, and it came to his eyes.

Looking at the roaring auger in the ring, it flew towards Xiao Chen quickly, everyone in the arena gasped, Liu Ruyue couldn't help but stand up from her seat and opened her mouth to say something.

Bang bang!

At the moment when the dragon dragon devoured Xiao Chen, a violent explosion suddenly broke out, and on Xiao Chen's right arm, a green dragon circled.

Although the green dragon is small, the martial soul of the ancient divine beast is genuine, and the little auger is just a fake dragon in life.

Where would it be the opponent of the real dragon, it was broken by the green dragon in an instant, and it exploded into pieces of scattered air.

Breaking through the green dragon chasing clouds and electricity, the energy contained in it has not been used up, and it opened its mouth to roar a dragon roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the majesty of the holy beast spread throughout the ring.

All the warriors in the stands felt a tremor from the heart, and this dragon roar actually contained holy might.

Murong Chong frowned, condensing a series of violent wind walls, blocking his front, wanting to resist the attack of this move.

Among the more than 300 acupoints in the body, the hidden Qinglong Martial Spirit is Xiao Chen's real hole card, but this hole card, Xiao Chen will never use it until he has to do so.

The Qinglong Martial Soul has disappeared for thousands of years, and the existence of the same mystery is the same, if the identity of his Qinglong Martial Soul is passed out, he is afraid that there will be some unnecessary waves.

But Murong Chong's move just now was too dangerous, and Xiao Chen's artistic conception was suppressed. There is no other way to resist, and there is no way to avoid it, but to take out this hole card, or maybe he may die under this move.

In the sky, the rolling white clouds that had been suppressing Xiao Chen's thunder artistic conception actually began to retreat unexpectedly, and the holy power contained in that dragon chant actually forced Murong Chong's artistic conception back.

Bang bang bang!

Qinglong broke through the wind wall laid by Murong Chong, and let out a piercing sound of friction, seeing that the wind wall could not resist Qinglong, Murong Chong immediately made a decision and quickly retreated backwards.

The fluttering figure flickered up and down in the air, and every step was laid down a wall of wind, and the green dragon followed closely as if it was alive, biting hard.

After chasing for thousands of miles, he turned into a void and disappeared into the air because his strength was exhausted.

"The green dragon actually contains holy might, what the hell is going on, could it be that his martial soul is also inherited from the ancients?" After Murong Chong landed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was puzzled in his heart.

Thundered!

At this moment, the muffled sound of thunder that had been in the field for a long time rang out again, and Xiao Chen's artistic conception of thunder climbed to the peak again.

Murong Chong's face changed, and he saw that above the sky, there was originally only a small thundercloud left, and he had already fought against his white clouds, standing on one side in the sky on the ring, without giving in.

It's time for the final battle, Xiao Chen doesn't want to give the other party another chance to force back his artistic conception.

Turnips break the sky!

With a soft drink, a shocking thunder sounded between heaven and earth, and the ancient god tree turnip above Xiao Chen's head grew rapidly with the thunder.

When the turnip god tree finished growing, a brilliant pillar of sword rose from the blade, rising to the sky, rapidly elongating, as if to break the sky and shatter the land.

Damn, Murong Chong's face was gloomy, he didn't expect that he would be defeated by Xiao Chen.

But at this time, he was not allowed to think, and the bright pillar of light contained a terrifying thunder artistic conception, and shot towards him quickly.

Wind and clouds three styles, open the clouds to see the sky!

Murong Chong roared angrily, his long hair flew on his body, his clothes were agitated, the wind swept up air currents around him, and the white clouds in the sky fluttered.

A bright pillar of light also lit up on the blade, with the artistic conception of wind and clouds, and greeted Xiao Chen's turnip.

Two pillars of light, one white and one purple, were quickly pulled together, and after a while, they knocked down together.

Bang!

The pillars of light collided, forming a huge chaotic vortex between the flat ground, and the ground was immediately blasted into an endless hole.

Countless dust above the entrance of the cave rose to the sky, and a circle of visible air waves gushed out in all directions, blowing all the dust on the ring.