Chapter 116 The Prototype of Sword Intent

"boom!"

In the void, the flame sword and the black ice sword collided. One fire and one ice, each exerted an extremely powerful effect. After the loud noise, a wave of air surged in all directions. The terrifying power contained in it seemed to be able to swallow them. everything. Situ Reading 520 official website

The audience surrounding the challenge stage suddenly became excited and retreated like a tide.

After the loud noise, the two figures in the center of the air wave also retreated.

Ye Feng took dozens of steps back. His whole body was covered with frost. After his body was shaken, the ice profound energy was shattered into powder.

Lin Bixie only retreated less than ten steps.

However, the way Lin Bixie looked at Ye Feng at this time was not filled with any joy, but full of deep fear.

The Xuanbing Qi he had just inspired contained part of the terrifying ice power in his body. It actually only pushed Ye Feng back without even being injured. This result also surprised him.

Generally, even if a warrior who has reached the late stage of half-step Xiantian or even reached perfection can resist the Xuanbing Qi safely, his whole body will still feel cold, his joints will even become stiff, and his body will not be able to act independently.

Hua Tianli, who saw this scene from a distance, felt violent fluctuations in his heart. The fluctuation of vitality just now made him feel palpitations on the sidelines. If he were to bear Lin Bixie's blow, he would definitely die even if he didn't die. Seriously injured.

But Ye Feng was actually safe and sound.

Too strong.

Two months ago, Ye Feng was obviously not his opponent, but in just this short period of time, Ye Feng at this moment has become out of reach.

Every time I see Ye Feng, this guy improves a lot. I really don't know how he does it.

"We must not continue to raise tigers to cause trouble. His growth in strength is too terrifying. We must kill him this time!" Hua Tianli screamed in his heart, his scarlet eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

"Ye Feng, I have to say that your strength is beyond my expectation, but this cannot change your fate of death."

The ice-cold voice fell, and Lin Bixie took a step forward. A more terrifying breath of ice appeared in his body, and the scorched black ground that was slashed by Ye Feng with the "Flame Knife" instantly turned back to blue.

The corners of Ye Feng's lips curled up into a sneer, and he replied calmly: "If you have the means, use it."

"Really?" Lin Bixie's eyes twitched, and the sword in his hand suddenly trembled slightly.

"break!"

As soon as the sword was swung out, almost all the onlookers who were wielding swords near the challenge platform were frightened. For no reason, the swords on their waists all trembled with the tremor of the long sword in Lin Bixie's hand, as if they were about to unsheath and fly out, blending into the world. Lin Bixie's sword was in full swing.

No matter how hard I suppress it, I can't stabilize it.

Many knowledgeable warriors exclaimed in unison, "Sword Intent! This Lin Bixie actually understood the Sword Intent, how is it possible?"

In the vast land of Yuanwu Continent, only by entering the innate realm can one comprehend the power of the sword. Having said that, there are many innate masters who have not been able to comprehend the power of similar artistic conception throughout their lives.

This is not something that can be compared to simple Qi or Yuanli.

In addition to being very difficult to understand, there is no doubt that the power of artistic conception is powerful.

An innate martial artist who has understood the meaning of the sword, even if he is only one or two levels innate, has the possibility of defeating a master whose cultivation is several levels beyond his own.

Once the sword intention comes out, who can compete with him?

This is a famous saying that is widely circulated in mainland China.

But no one expected that Lin Bixie, a half-step innate warrior ranked only forty-seven on the yellow list, would actually comprehend the sword intent that many innate swordsmen dreamed of. How shocking this was.

"No, this is not the real sword intention, it can only be regarded as the prototype of the sword intention."

In the audience, a black-clothed warrior in his forties or fifties said slowly with a solemn expression.

There was another warrior next to him who looked suspicious, "The prototype of the sword intention?"

"That's right, it's just a prototype. Back then, I saw a real master who understood the meaning of the sword in the sect. The power of cutting through nothingness with one sword is still fresh in my memory." The black-clothed warrior shook his head, but then he continued He said, "But the prototype of sword intention is also an absolutely powerful force for us warriors who have not entered the innate realm. I am afraid that with this sword, they will be victorious."

"Is the Sword Intent taking shape? I didn't expect that after months of being in seclusion to ward off evil spirits, there would be such a breakthrough. Second Young Master, Ye Feng has no way out, you can rest assured this time." There was a hint of jealousy in Lin Qingjie's eyes not far away.

His strength has always been higher than that of Lin Bixie, and with his status as an inscription master, even if he is not of the lineage of the family leader, he can still surpass Lin Bixie in terms of status.

Now that Lin Bixie has understood the power of artistic conception, even if it is just the prototype of sword intention, his status will advance by leaps and bounds.

The position of the heir to the family head will be unassailable.

"Haha, okay, okay, let me cut that man into seventeen or eighty pieces with one strike of my sword. Don't let him leave his whole body..."

Hua Tianli clenched his hands into fists and stared at the challenge platform with excitement.

"Ye Feng, run, run... you can't stop it..." Huo Jing'er shouted towards the stage in fear.

"Fool, run quickly. I also want to see whether you are faster with your feet or with my sword. Hahahaha..." Hua Tianli laughed wildly.

Ye Feng frowned on the challenge stage. Facing this indestructible sword, he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.

For the first time, Ye Feng smelled the smell of death.

But it was this smell of death that completely aroused Ye Feng's unruly fighting spirit.

"So what about sword intent!"

He shouted wildly, and the figure shot into the air. In an instant, bright and bright rays of light shot out from his fingertips.

Qian Yuan Qi Jin.

One... was instantly destroyed by the sword's will.

The second and third strokes slightly blocked the thrusting sword intent.

"Roar."

An earth-shaking roar came out of Ye Feng's mouth, as if it was about to break apart the world.

The weapons in his hands were slashed out at the same time, and the crowd felt that Ye Feng was like a god at this moment. The hot and majestic momentum stirred by the dark iron rod in his hand also had the power to turn mountains and seas.

Flames soar into the sky!

The last move of the Flame Knife is also the most powerful move in the entire set of sword techniques.

The moment the sword exploded, the world was filled with endless violent flames, and the billowing smoke instantly blocked the sky on the challenge stage. At the same time, the fourth, fifth, and sixth channels of "Qian Yuan Qi Jin" came at the same time, and several attacks were folded together to form Ye Feng's most powerful attack.

Ye Feng shouted loudly and the moment his body rushed towards the sword, it brought a violent visual impact to the crowd on the viewing platform, giving them a tragic and tragic illusion.

Mortal outcome, unyielding will.

This Ye Feng, being able to do this at such a young age is considered very rare.

An uncontrollable earth-shaking explosion exploded on the challenge stage...