The ice and snow dragon that came out of the illusion exploded in vain, turning into endless white and cold air, several sword groans sounded, and several sword shadows slowly emerged from the cold air.

With the vibration of Wu Qilong's long arm, the sword shadow jumped towards Ye Chen frantically, and in an instant, Ye Chen's surroundings were covered by the sword shadow.

However, Ye Chen's body was blurred at this moment, and occasionally moved slightly, but he was able to dodge the sword shadow dangerously.

The eyes of the audience also kept moving with Ye Chen's figure, and at this moment, everyone was shocked by Ye Chen's elusive figure.

Wind Turning Technique, this mysterious body martial arts, Ye Chen has been practicing for several years, and the continuous battles have made Ye Chen's understanding of this martial art more profound.

Seeing this, Wu Qilong's face couldn't help but change, his hands stretched out, his left and right hands turned into fists, and two amazing sword intents erupted in the palms of his hands, and two vague sword shadows slowly manifested out.

Artistic conception, as a fake hún martial arts realm martial artist, Wu Qilong turned into substance with the tumbling of the sword yuan power, the killing intent loomed in his eyes, and shouted: "1 Buzi, remember that the biggest gap between the Sword Sect and the Sword King is the substantiation of sword intent, go and die!"

The figure turned into a long rainbow and rushed towards Ye Chen, and where it passed, the space bō dispersed, and the left and right hands shot forward almost at the same time, and the two energy swords shot out wildly, locking Ye Chen's figure tightly, cutting off Ye Chen's front and back roads!

An exclamation came from Lin Zhiyun's mouth, and Lin Zhiyun closed her eyes a little unbearably, this Wu Qilong is really too strong.

After Wu Qilong appeared, Lin Ba's expression was sluggish, he didn't expect Wu Qilong to appear, could this young man deal with it?

Lin Ba sighed gloomily, the taste of going from hell to heaven was wonderful, but he went to hell again in an instant, and this blow was even more desperate.

However, at this moment, a flat voice sounded with the flickering of Ye Chen's figure!

"The sword is not a sword, the meaning is not the meaning" is not the artistic conception after all!" The corners of Ye Chen's mouth raised slightly, and he glanced at the sword shadow that shot him, without the slightest fear in his eyes, but looked at Wu Qilong's eyes like a beast staring at its prey.

The breeze blew through Ye Chen's long inky hair, and the entire figure was quietly suspended in mid-air, his left hand was slowly raised, and a sword shadow slowly emerged.

A terrifying coercion permeated Ye Chen's body, and he also had this artistic conception.

Compared with Wu Qilong's understanding of the artistic conception just now, Ye Chen's understanding of the artistic conception is deeper than his.

The artistic conception of selflessness spread across Ye Chen's body, and this unique artistic conception immediately affected everyone present, and a little bit of mí sè couldn't help but appear in everyone's eyes.

Feeling the bō movement and Ye Chen's changes, Wu Qilong's figure couldn't help but pause, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he exclaimed, "Impossible!"

Qi Sword Transfiguration! The sword technique that Ye Chen knew before he entered the Sword God Sect, although this kind of sword skill consumed a lot of true qi, but with Ye Chen's current cultivation, it was enough to ignore it.

True Qi frantically surged towards Ye Chen's palm, and this sword shadow gradually materialized, turning into an air sword.

After months of training and Huang Wushuang's careful teaching, Ye Chen had been able to integrate his artistic conception into one move and one style.

A terrifying coercion permeated the air sword, and this coercion caused no more snow to drift in the surrounding void.

Feeling that coercion, everyone looked at the qi sword suspended in Ye Chen's palm with shocked faces.

Ye Chen's figure took a step forward gently, and with a flick of his left hand, the qi sword came out of his hand, blocking the sword shadow that was shooting, holding the long sword, Ye Chen's body turned into a long rainbow and attacked Wu Qilong in mid-air.

Wu Qilong looked at the figure that shot from the 『jī』 with a solemn face, and his long arm shook, "The long sword that was originally out of his hand fell into his hand again, and a sword slashed upward, and the figure danced with it."

Six sneers appeared at the corners of his mouth, and the coldness in Wu Qilong's eyes was even stronger, and the young man in front of him actually wanted to come and hit hard" Without the slightest huā whistle, the sword tip collided with the tip of the sword, and the fire huā shot out in all directions, followed by a crisp collision sound.

Wu Qilong's sword skills are extremely mysterious, and their power is also terrifying" In this regard, Ye Chen unhurriedly used basic swordsmanship to deal with it.

With a seemingly simple sword, Ye Chen was always able to defuse Wu Qilong's offensive.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyun's face was full of surprise, he didn't expect his master's strength to be so terrifying.

The sword qi was terrifying, Ye Chen's figure was always so light and agile, and his god was always so plain, avoiding the sword qi shot from the 『jī』 like a leisurely stroll.

, "Bang!" Wu Qilong's face changed greatly, a slight clicking sound sounded on his wrist, and his forehead was also instantly covered with cold sweat.

This subtle clicking sound was so loud at this moment, everyone looked at it in astonishment, who was injured?

The sword qi retreated, and in full view of everyone, Wu Qilong's figure retreated wildly, retreating dozens of steps before barely stopping his figure, his eyes were full of disbelief, and the force coming from the hilt of the sword almost made him unable to hold the long sword.

, "This kid's ** is inevitably strong?" Looking at the thin figure in astonishment, Wu Qilong was shocked.

The figure also emerged, dressed in white like snow, Ye Chen raised his head, caught a glimpse of Wu Qilong's shocked expression, and said lightly: "Is that all?"

Shen Pan was full of provocation, especially Ye Chen's sarcastic eyes.

Wu Qilong suppressed the anger welling up in his heart, and his mind was unusually calm.

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen's figure flashed, the sword light flashed under his feet, and his figure appeared in front of Wu Qilong like a ghost, the cold flashed in his dark eyes, and his left hand grabbed Wu Qilong's left arm with great accuracy, but Wu Qilong also reacted immediately, and a sword slashed out towards Ye Chen, and the figure jumped backwards.

Wu Qilong's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, the kid in front of him was not only ** perverted, but even his speed was perverted.

Ye Chen's body bent down suddenly, and the long sword in Wu Qilong's hand swept coldly over the former's back.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen's left hand pulled hard, and his right foot quickly kicked out towards Wu Qilong's lower body, a click sounded, Wu Qilong's body fell down weakly, but the entire right arm was still in Ye Wu's hand.

Blood continued to flow down the severed arm, Wu Qilong's figure was suspended in the void with difficulty, looking at Ye Chen's eyes full of disbelief, and his voice became hoarse: "How is it possible, how can you take my sword? How can you have sword intent?" At this moment, Wu Qilong's eyes when he looked at Ye Chen finally appeared with fear, and at this time, he also understood the reason why Ye Chen had no fear.

Throwing out the broken arm casually, Ye Chen shook his head slowly, looked at Wu Qilong with some pity on his face, and said lightly: "Are you very strong? Is it difficult to take you with a sword? Is it strange to understand sword intent?"

The flat voice sounded slowly in the sky, and then spread lightly, blasting into everyone's ears like thunder in the nine heavens.

On the ground, the disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect and Lin Zhiyun and the others were all dumbfounded, they couldn't have imagined that Wu Qilong would be so miserable in Ye Chen's defeat, the previous lightning battle, they could all see it clearly, and what shocked them even more was that Ye Chen was actually a fake hún realm martial artist who was no less than Wu Qilong.

The Fake Hún Martial Realm Martial Artist is the existence of the top powerhouse in the Huangfeng Kingdom, no less than the heads of several great families in the empire.

Afraid of the chill on Ye Chen's body, the disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect retreated dozens of steps backwards, and ordinary people could see that Ye Chen was much stronger than Wu Qilong.

"It's over, old immortal!" Ye Chen's body suddenly spun up at high speed like a spinning top, and then his figure jumped towards Wu Qilong like a ghost, the long sword detached, and quickly rotated in front of the palm of his hand, and the crisp sound of the sword groaned with it.

Wu Qi's face was stunned, and a powerful aura erupted from his body, obviously using some kind of secret method, the majestic true qi poured out, and the long sword turned into a sword shadow in the sky and shot straight towards Ye Chen, and the space was dàng rippling.

Looking at the sword shadow in the sky, Ye Chen's body trembled, and an afterimage remained, but his figure accelerated suddenly, and then his body jumped and the figure dodged in the skyless sword shadow, no matter how dense the sword shadow was, it couldn't hurt Ye Chen at all, and the sword in the blink of an eye, the figure appeared in front of Wu Qilong like a ghost.

Looking at the suddenly shrunken pupils, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth: "It's over!" @.