Xiao Chen lowered his sword and stood up, and stopped with satisfaction. The three basic styles were almost complete, and he could already split out nine more condensed sword auras at the same time.

Wu Zun's sword energy is much worse than that of King Wu, but Xiao Chen has the shining of Wu Kui, and the sword energy formed by the branches is not bad at all compared to King Wu's sword energy, which makes up for a gap.

Moreover, this move consumes less vital energy and can be released almost infinitely until the vital energy is exhausted, which is no different from the knife energy.

In this way, Xiao Chen has an advantage over Murong Chong in terms of the quality of the knife energy. Although it is not a big advantage, it also increases the chance of winning a little.

After practicing the three basic moves, Xiao Chen began to practice the three ultimate moves, Wu Kui Shiji, Wu Kui Blossom and Wu Kui Support the Sky.

Among them, Wu Kui Shi Tian is a separate move, while Wu Kui Blossom and Wu Kui Support the Sky, the two moves must be connected to achieve the greatest power.

After using the three moves, Xiao Chen looked at the ravines crisscrossing the ground and the purple current that was still stuck in the air, and stopped and took a rest for a moment.

Wu Kui breaks the sky!

With a light shout, Xiao Chen used the seventh move according to the Wukui sword technique.

Suddenly, an ancient sacred tree grew slowly from the roots above the head, but before it had grown, a sword light lit up on the blade, extending a distance of hundreds of meters.

Xiao Chen's face was not too surprised, and the gentle, long, wind, and literature                                                                                                                     �

Boom! The second time failed again, the sword energy still only extended a distance of hundreds of meters, and then fell down, and its power was not as powerful as the shining of Wu Kui.

The second time, the failure, the third time, the failure, the fourth time, the failure!

Xiao Chen no longer remembers how many times he failed, but he was not discouraged at all. After each failure, he would summarize the reasons for the failure and continue to try.

The ultimate killing move of Wukui Sword Technique is already extremely fierce and can kill the lower-grade Martial King. Xiao Chen believes that the final killing move will definitely be even more fierce.

The average low-grade peak martial king may not be able to bear it, so it is expected that he can endure the difficulty in practicing it. Fortunately, he can endure loneliness by nature, and his repeated failures did not make him feel any upset.

Huh!

The sacred tree above the head has grown to a point of nearly perfection, but the light on the blade still lit up in advance, extending a five-hundred-meter-long sword light.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead slightly, Xiao Chen encouraged himself, "It's not bad, I'm almost done, continue."

Xiao Chen has practiced for so long and has a little understanding of the mystery of Wu Kui's breaking sky.

This move emphasizes the degree of movement of the strange phenomena, true qi and the time to be released. The three are integrated and must be completed at the same time to completely use this sword.

The so-called vision naturally refers to the sacred tree on the top of your head. The latter two are easy to understand, but they are the most difficult to achieve.

Xiao Chen can now fully grasp the strange phenomena, and the degree of true qi can be controlled easily. The only time to be released is the time to be released.

Before I knew it, the sky gradually darkened, and Xiao Chen still practiced this move without any discouragement.

Wu Kui breaks the sky!

With a light shout, the ancient sacred tree Wu Kui slowly formed. When the sacred tree was completely formed, the moon shadow knife in Xiao Chen's hand suddenly lit up in the darkness of the night.

The sword light was so fast that it stretched out, and the time for breathing lasted thousands of meters. There was a loud bang on a mountain wall at the end of the sword light, breaking through a huge cave that was bottomless, and the rocks kept falling down.

Finally succeeded, Xiao Chen showed a gratified smile on his face. Hard work pays off, and he finally mastered this move.

Next, we have to try to integrate the artistic conception of thunder. Only by truly integrating the artistic conception into the sword force can the power of martial arts be fully exerted.

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Two Hundred and Ninety-Eight Three Styles of the Wind and Clouds

In the sky, dark clouds rolled in, endless, and the low thunder kept rumbling, and tiny lightning flashed through the night sky from time to time, illuminating the ground.

Xiao Chen looked calm, his right hand was placed on the hilt of the knife, and the artistic conception of thunder continued to condense. The thunder roar in the sky became louder and louder, as if there were thousands of troops in the middle, jumping and roaring.

Endless momentum wandered back and forth in the back mountain. In the air, purple air flow visible to the naked eye kept floating, making endless noises.

Wu Kui breaks the sky!

Xiao Chen shouted softly, and the ancient sacred tree Wu Kui on his head grew rapidly. When the Wu Kui tree was completely grown, Xiao Chen's right hand, which was buckled on the hilt of the knife, immediately waved it.

Puchi!

A bright pillar of light lit up on the snow-white blade. The endless thunder in the sky suddenly paused, and it was silent for only half a second

A thunder that resounded through the world suddenly exploded, and a terrifying purple lightning flashed through the dark clouds in the sky, tearing the dark night to pieces, like a roaring mad dragon falling from the sky.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's momentum rose to the peak, as if a peerless treasure sword was unsheathed, showing its sharpness and swaying everywhere. The eyes were like sharp blades breaking through the air.

Boom!

The artistic conception and the sword posture finally merged perfectly together. The light column on the blade was rapidly elongated, but in just a blink of an eye.

The peaks in front of them were swept by the light columns, and the tops of the mountain were broken, and rocks fell from the sky.

When the rocks hit the light column, they were immediately annihilated and were only a pile of powder left, flying with the wind and disappearing into Sumeru.

clang!

Xiao Chen put his knife back into the sheath, and the thunder clouds in the sky disappeared suddenly, and the sound of muffled thunder stopped. The night became silent again, leaving only the sound of rocks falling, swaying.

Xiao Chen showed a happy smile on his face and murmured: "In two days, Wu Kui Potian and my thunderous artistic conception were finally completely integrated. This move is enough to look down on the realm of Martial Master. In terms of power, there is only a line between the primary martial arts of the Heavenly Level."

Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Chen took out an intermediate spirit stone and quickly restored his vitality.

After a moment, the consumed vital energy immediately returned to full, and the vital energy in the intermediate spirit stone had not been consumed yet. Xiao Chen followed the trend and entered the state of cultivation.

Fuse the remaining energy in the intermediate spirit stone into the cyclone on the dantian. After the spirit stone is completely consumed, the cyclone is slightly increased by a small circle, and the vital energy that can be accommodated increases again.

Xiao Chen did not rush to get up, but continued to use the Purple Thunder Skill, completely integrating the energy he had just absorbed into his body and turning it into his own cultivation.

When Zi Lei Jue was running for a whole big circle, Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and a purple light flashed through his pupils.

Xiao Chen stood up and looked at the distant horizon. A slight light appeared. Dawn was approaching and said, "After dawn, there are only five days left. Wu Kui Potian has just merged with the artistic conception, which means that the remaining time is only four days left."

"In four days, I spent three days practicing the eighth move of Wukui Sword Technique. For the remaining day, consolidate and change the roar of Ben Lei, so that I have three trump cards."

After taking out some simple godmother from the Qiankun Ring to eat, Xiao Chen began to continue to be proficient in the fusion of Wu Kui and the artistic conception of thunder.

The vast Lingyun Mountains are rolling and undulating, and are vast and unknown how many meters there are. There are many wilderness peaks on an extremely secluded mountain peak.

The mountain is extremely desolate, bare and has no vegetation. It is not just stone but also stone. Murong Chong stood quietly on the top of the mountain with his eyes closed.

The mountain was two thousand meters high, and the strong wind surging, making Murong Chong's clothes sway and danced constantly.

call out!

Murong Chong suddenly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes was restrained, and the silk suddenly stopped swinging. The wind seemed to penetrate his body, and merged with the wind.

"The artistic conception of wind has finally been greatly improved, and my degree can reach the sound in advance. In this way, I will be 70% sure if I avoid his move."

Murong Chong said lightly, and after he finished speaking, his body flashed in place, drifting down along the wind direction, without any sound, and in the blink of an eye, he swept away five hundred meters away.

The body kept flashing towards the foot of the mountain, and in the sky, the clouds began to boil slowly, and under the clear sky, it kept surging.

The clouds were pulled by an inexplicable force in the sky and began to collide quickly. As the clouds collided, thunder sounded from the nine heavens.

Puchi!

The long sword in Murong Chong's hand suddenly unsheathed, and a lightning bolt ran over the clouds. Before the lightning could land, a violent wind swept through the air.

The lightning brush immediately merged into the strong wind. The invisible strong wind instantly turned purple, forming a purple tornado. The lightning flashed in the wind and the thunder sounded loudly.

Murong Chong's body rose from the ground, and his figure was invisible in the air, like a cloud moving with the wind. The purple tornado behind him followed his erratic figure, moving up and down.

Wherever I passed, countless tall rocks were directly shattered by the purple tornado and turned into dust in the sky, dancing with the wind, and the dust suddenly flew like yellow sand.

Chasing the clouds and electricity!

Murong Chong, who was floating in the air, shouted lightly, and the purple tornado changed out of thin air and turned into a purple snare with light flashing, which followed the point where Murong Chong's sword light pointed.

Duqi is extremely fast, almost comparable to the sound. A dragon composed of lightning, clouds and strong winds. It hit a mountain peak with a bang. The top of the mountain immediately collapsed and was directly crushed into countless powders.

The clouds are revealed!

Murong Chong shouted softly again, the figure fell on the ground, and a bright light lit up on the blade.

In an instant, it was infinitely pulled into the sky, and the rolling clouds were instantly dispersed by the knife light, and the sun shone brightly, becoming more violent.

A powerful man!
Chapter completed!