There are three fantasy rooftops on the field, and in two of them, the Celestial Master and the Demon Master, are engaged in an unpredictable peak game, which is at an untouchable level.

At this time, Xu Xuan also slowly stood up from the "dream rooftop".

Dream rooftop, in Dream Paradise, at the peak of the clouds, Xu Xuan's figure just moved, attracting the attention of many strong people in the audience.

Some of these people's eyes were full of disdain, and some were full of expectation and curiosity.

Faced with the strong fighting spirit of the lone string demonstration, Xu Xuan finally decided to take the initiative.

Through the battle, the artistic conception and strength of Lone String are constantly climbing and condensing, and it will become stronger and stronger.

Compared with before and after the battle, the difference in strength of Lone String is almost like two people.

At this moment, a layer of gray water marks on his body lingered, exuding a cold, unstoppable winter chill breath.

"Let me do it. ”

A heavenly and tranquil voice seemed to come from an ethereal mist of illusion.

As soon as the words fell, a hazy and dreamy fairy shadow, like a flying swallow swept through the air and landed on the "Dream Arena".

"Rain and Smoke ......"

Xu Xuan's complexion changed, his pupils condensed, and he stared at the white-clothed fairy who was lingering in the hazy mist.

The person who came was Liu Yuyan.

At this moment, in the nine stars of the sky, only Xu Xuan and Liu Yuyan were left, and they did not fight with Lone String.

"Just in time, you're my next opponent. ”

Lone String's gaze moved away from Xu Xuan, and he looked directly at the beautiful fairy in front of him.

It turned out that he was the next opponent to challenge. It's not Xu Xuan, it's Liu Yuyan!

According to the order from weak to strong in his mind, Xu Xuan will be his last opponent.

This is only because Xu Xuan is a master and a demon, and he must be regarded as a potential opponent.

At this moment, the dream paradise is in the clouds. The Heavenly Master and the Demon Master are performing a peak game.

And below.

The disciples of the Heavenly Master and the disciples of the Demon Master met strongly.

This is a fateful battle.

"Brother Xu. This battle is inevitable, and the rain and smoke have been prepared for a long time. ”

Liu Yuyan's expression was firm. Looking directly at Xu Xuan, he said solemnly.

Her battle with Lone String not only represents personal honor and disgrace, but also represents the Heavenly Master and Demon Master among the three major divine masters.

This made Liu Yuyan unable to flinch at all.

Xu Xuan sighed lightly and sat back down.

He understood that he couldn't stop Liu Yuyan.

"Liu Yuyan, the power of my artistic conception at this time has been condensed to the extreme, I hope you don't let me down......"

Lone String's face was cold, and there was a strong confidence in his words.

Nine stars in the sky. has been swept by him, and the only two remaining are difficult to stop his pace.

Through competition and tempering again and again, his cultivation artistic conception has climbed to the peak of his life.

Liu Yuyan showed a slight smile on her face. Like the morning sun in early spring, the hazy mist around the body, the faint color of the glow, with the light of the jade finger, a touch of light like a streamer, breaking the cold winter dawn. It contains a kind of faith and courage to dispel darkness.

Suddenly, her beautiful fairy posture blended into the natural artistic conception, and at that moment, she had transcended the ordinary and interpreted the magnificence of nature.

Lone String's expression was dignified, his face was unprecedentedly solemn, and the willow rain in his field of vision seemed to be not attacking, but to interpret a natural beauty that broke the cold winter.

The artistic conception of the other party seems to be aimed at his withered and depressed artistic conception.

They also follow the laws of nature, but the two deduce the beauty of completely different artistic conceptions.

One is the beauty of the early sun of life growth and positivity, and the other is the beauty of life inevitably withering and withering under loneliness and despair.

Two extremely contradictory and conflicting artistic conceptions meet in mid-air.

Kiss~

The slender jade fingers of the morning glow and light mist, and the gray and withered palm, intertwined, silently, producing endless color gray ripples, surrounding a radius of ten zhang, intertwined and entangled, regardless of you and me, that kind of interpretation, it seems that it will go on endlessly.

Xu Xuan almost held his breath, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Prairie fire!"

Lone Xian's eyes were cold, and a red flame burst out between his palms.

In the red flame, there was also a strange black cloud, and a trace of black smoke rose from the surface.

Snort~

The red flame of black smoke spread and burned in the void, like the fire of the prairie fire, burning out all vitality and spreading towards the willow rain smoke.

The beauty of the rising sun of life interpreted by Liu Yuyan was also ruthlessly destroyed and burned at this moment, and it was in danger.

Not good!

Xu Xuan's heart jumped, and his body tensed.

Seeing the fire of the prairie spread to the hazy light mist that burned around the willow rain smoke.

At this critical moment, the willow rain smoke is empty and beautiful, the waves are not alarmed, the jade hand in the void into a hazy shadow, a layer of crystal clear five-color light glow, circulating the whole body, the vigorous morning sun and early spring breath, although not strong, but has infinite vitality, endless derivation.

Under the encroachment and burning of the fire, the five-color light glow, the color is getting lighter and lighter, becoming magnificent and transparent, and the vigorous and upward morning sun and early spring are tenacious, witnessing the perseverance of life.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Let the fire of the prairie burn all things in nature, but it can't stop the vitality.

The two are separated by a stone's throw away, and the power of the two mysterious artistic conceptions is endless, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Many peak powerhouses on the field couldn't help but marvel and admire, and the bodies of the two rising rookies exuded such a level of artistic conception law.

Xu Xuan's heart was also hanging in his throat.

Because he knows that compared with the artistic conception, Liu Yuyan may not be inferior to the lone string.

But compared to the realm of mana and soul, she is half a point inferior.

In a short period of time, Liu Yuyan's performance can be called amazing, with his own artistic conception, he shook the strongest point of Lone String.

"Hehe, he is worthy of being a master of heaven!"

Lone String chuckled, a hint of appreciation on his face.

In an instant, the fire condensed in his palm gradually dimmed, and the pale black water marks on his body surged upward, instantly transforming into a cold flame like winter.

Winter's Flame!

This is the strongest artistic conception that Lone String has comprehended so far. Winter Flame.

The fire of the prairie is transformed into a cold ice flame, as if everything is withered and depressed in the cold winter, and it is bleak and old.

The tenacious artistic conception of life performed by Liu Yuyan was suddenly condensed by a strange cold, and everything fell into slowness and sluggishness.

What's even more terrifying is the coldness. Slowly penetrating into her flesh and soul.

Once she is in this technique, she will be like His Royal Highness Huang Tianjiu, and she will flourish from the vigor of life. Towards the low point of life.

Liu Yuyan also felt the exhaustion of artistic conception mana......

"Be careful with rain and smoke!"

Xu Xuan's exclamation came from his ears.

Her face was slightly pale, but she couldn't reverse the cold winter of life, the natural rules of coldness and withering.

Gradually. Her flawless ice and snow fairy body faintly showed subtle folds and withered ......

A hint of mockery flashed in Lone String's eyes, and victory was in sight.

At this moment of life and death, Liu Yuyan did not panic, and his empty and beautiful eyes reflected his incomparable dedication and love for life.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, and she glanced back at the anxious and worried figure on the dream rooftop.

Opposite Liu Yuyan's affectionate and persistent gaze, Xu Xuan's heart was shocked.

In the next moment, Liu Yuyan's body condensed with five colors of clear and faint light. Bloom the endless fire of life.

The five-color magnificent transparent light glow becomes six-colored, seven-colored, and eight-colored...... The red light is clear, burning with love and attachment to life.

Liu Yuyan's snow-white skin presents a touching warm red, becoming more crystal perfect.

Soon. A layer of nine-colored transparent light light light condensed around her body, burning violently, rendering into a gorgeous and moving flame of life, colliding with the "Flame of Winter".

Poof~

The two extreme forces are intertwined, and Liu Yuyan's beautiful eyes are filled with tears of joy. It contains reluctance, persistence, and even nameless emotional attachment to life.

At this moment, although she was fighting against Lone String, that trace of divine affection flew far away and intersected with Xu Xuan on the dream rooftop.

"Fireworks of life!rain and smoke, you ......"

Xu Xuan's face changed suddenly, and he finally understood that the artistic conception of this magical power created by Liu Yuyan was based on his own emotions.

As early as in the small fish world, Xu Xuan once proposed that the flaws in the realm of Liu Yuyan, although the incarnation is natural, but it lacks the real charm of life, and has never experienced real emotions, how can it produce a true love and understanding of life?

The nine-colored light burning on Liu Yuyan's body is transparent and beautiful, and in the fire of life, it reveals incomparable perseverance and love, and its strength is getting stronger and stronger, and in the end, it even has a tendency to overwhelm the "Winter Flame".

"Fairies fall in love too?"

Lone String's heart trembled, his body shook in place, and his face was slightly pale.

"Rain and smoke turned out to be ......"

On the other side, the decadent and powerless Nine Highnesses, seeing such a situation, his expression was even more gloomy.

Under the joint rescue of several emperors and even the Great Emperor, he barely managed to keep his cultivation and realm, but if he wanted to recover to his peak, he couldn't do it for a while.

"Rain and smoke, stop quickly, it will overdraw your life and longevity. ”

Xu Xuan soon discovered that Liu Yuyan's supernatural powers had not reached the realm of perfection, and the biggest reason was that her cultivation level was not enough.

At this time, Lone String's face was also a little ruthless, and the gray mark between his eyebrows was beating rapidly.

The Winter Flame in his hand was further compressed and condensed, and finally came out in the palm of his hand, turning into an invisible and substantial transparent cold blade, like an ice wind blade in the cold winter and snow, which can deprive anyone of their lives.

"Winterblade!"

The transparent cold blade condensed by the "Winter Flame" in Lone String's hand was like a phantom, "poofing" piercing the nine-colored light fire of life around Liu Yuyan's body.

The blade of winter is the strongest blow of Lone String's lifelong supernatural artistic conception condensed to the peak, beyond the limit of his own life.

What's even more special is that the transparent cold blade, formless and illusory, is irresistible, directly passing through the life fire and defense layer of Liu Yuyan, and penetrating into the soul level.

Liu Yuyan's delicate body trembled, snorted, and there was incomparable pain between her eyebrows, and a layer of frost slowly condensed on the surface of her body.

The flame of life burning in the nine-colored light glow is intertwined with the cold frost, struggling tenaciously and never giving up.

"It's really amazing, in this case, can you still persevere, is it the persistence and love of life?" Lone String's pale face was moved, and then he said indifferently and ruthlessly: "You lost!" (to be continued)