The artistic conception of thunder contained in the shaking sky of Wu Kui also suddenly decreased and its power was greatly weakened.

Murong Chong on the ground looked at Wu Kui Shu and Xiao Chen falling in the air, and a cold and ruthless smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Chen was shocked and said intimately that he said something bad. Murong Chong actually practiced a dual artistic conception, combining wind and clouds, and clouds took advantage of the wind and the artistic conception of his thunder was completely suppressed.

Murong Chong slowly stood up from the ground, and a purple lightning flashed out from the clouds, cutting through the dim ring.

call!

A strong wind suddenly blew, and it fused lightning into it with a brush, forming a terrifying purple tornado.

Murong Chong pointed at the long sword, and the purple tornado immediately swept towards Xiao Chen and the Wukui Divine Tree in the air.

Bang bang bang bang!

The violent purple tornado combines the energy of wind and lightning, with the attributes of lightning. The violent wind is powerful enough to match the advanced martial arts of the Earth level.

When they hit the Wukui tree, both of them were carrying electric light, emitting terrifying currents in the air. The silver snake danced wildly, and the air was full of currents as big as small snakes wandering.

There were five hits in total, and each of them would make a loud crackling sound, and Xiao Chen's Wukui Sacred Tree would be much dim.

On the fifth time, the Wukui sacred tree transformed by Xiao Chen completely disappeared. The terrifying purple tornado lost Wukui's obstacles and led the violent breath towards Xiao Chen fiercely.

retreat!

The artistic conception of thunder was suppressed, and Xiao Chen did not dare to fight hard. He could only avoid his sharpness first, open the Fengxing boots, and Du Dayin flew back behind him.

Huh!

Next to the purple tornado, Murong Chong suddenly appeared in the air, floating in a vague manner, both of the wind and the clouds. The combination of the two is elusive.

clang!

A sword light slashed towards Xiao Chen from a strange angle. Xiao Chen waved his sword to resist, and violent power came from above, and suddenly defeated the artistic conception of thunder contained in the sword force.

Retreat again!

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

As Xiao Chen kept retreating, the thunder clouds in the sky were constantly compressed by the other party's artistic conception of wind and clouds. As one went up and down, Murong Chong's aura was like a rainbow and suddenly reversed his decline.

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

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

"Murong Chong is Murong Chong, who is actually hidden so deeply. In addition to the great-achieving Feng Zhiyi thought, I didn't expect that there was also the great-achieving Yun Zhiyi. The most important thing is that it is so perfectly combined. It is worthy of being the number one person on the Tiandao Pavilion's Fengyun List."

"The artistic conception of thunder is suppressed. In this way, Ye Chen will have only an ordinary middle-grade martial master's combat power, and it is only a matter of time before he loses."

"It seems that Murong Chong's undefeated myth will last for a while. The younger generation, at least no one in Xihe Mansion can defeat him. Looking at Da Qin, it can also rank in the top three."

The situation on the field was quite obvious. Murong Chong, who had demonstrated the artistic conception of clouds, completely reversed the deadlock, and the advantages that Xiao Chen had just created turned into nothing.

He could only be passively pressed and beaten. Most of them believed that when his thunderous mood was compressed to completely disappear, it was the time for him to lose.

A lonely look flashed across Liu Ruyue's face. She was not worried about whether Xiao Chen could save Qingyun Peak, but just hoped that he could survive.

And she did not lose the sharpness of a warrior because of this failure, especially the sharpness of a swordsman. This is what she is most worried about.

Even though he reached this point, Xiao Chen's heart was still extremely calm. He seemed to have a wonderful feeling in his heart. The surroundings of the discussion and Murong Chong's words did not interfere with him.

The clear mind was still thinking about ways to break the deadlock.

The reason why he has become so passive now is undoubtedly because his artistic conception is suppressed. This is the first time he has encountered this situation.

Although I knew that artistic conception was very important before, I didn’t expect it to be so important. Wu Kui Zhentian, who had lost the support of a strong artistic conception, was even worse than a purple tornado on the other side.

Even if you use the ultimate killing martial arts of Wukui Sword Technique at this moment, it is probably difficult to achieve the expected power. Without the support of artistic conception, it is really hard to move forward.

In the past seven days, he put the cart before the horse. 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, but because of practicing the Purple Thunder Law, the artistic conception is much purer than that of ordinary warriors. The peak artistic conception of small success can surpass the other party's artistic conception of great success.

From the duel, he was able to compete with Murong Chong, who was much higher than his cultivation level, and did not lose his advantage. This is a large part of the reason.

But it’s not too late to know now. Even if he loses today, he will gain enough, and the direction he will move forward in the future will become much brighter.

Bump!

While Xiao Chen was thinking, his movements still did not stop. His spiritual sense was released and he tried hard to capture the erratic figure of Murong Chong, and resisted the sword moves he had attacked one by one.

In the sky, Xiao Chen's thunder artistic conception has been suppressed to the last step, and only a thunder cloud is still struggling to support it, surrounded by rolling white clouds combining the artistic conception of the wind.

The white clouds rolled and boundlessly, lifting Murong Chong's momentum to the peak. Looking at Xiao Chen who had retreated to the corner, Murong Chong said indifferently: "Let's end, the three styles of wind and clouds, chasing clouds and lightning!"

Murong Chong roared, and the terrifying purple tornado turned into a hundred meters long twisted dragon. The dense dragon scales on the dragon's body were clearly visible, as if they were a real dragon.

White clouds floated around the dragon, and they blinked out of the clouds. They opened their mouths and spit out a stream of blue smoke, and roared towards Xiao Chen.

The violent dragon-striking sound had passed, and it was infinitely close to twice the sound. It didn't give Xiao Chen any extra time to think and think, and it came to her.

Looking at the roaring dragon on the ring, flying towards Xiao Chen in a hurry. Everyone in the field took a breath. Liu Ruyue couldn't help but stand up from her seat and opened her mouth to say something.

Bang bang!

The moment the dragon swept away Xiao Chen, a violent explosion suddenly broke out, and a blue dragon hovered on Xiao Chen's right arm.

Although the Azure Dragon is small, the martial soul of the ancient divine beast is real. The small sling dragon is just a fake dragon.

How could it be the opponent of the real dragon? It was broken by the green dragon and exploded into scattered airflows.

The Azure Dragon, chasing clouds and lightning, had not used up its energy, and opened its mouth and roared out a dragon roar that resounded through the world. The majesty of the holy beast spread across the entire arena.

All the warriors on the stands felt a trembling from the bottom of their hearts, and the dragon roar actually contained holy power.

Murong Chong frowned and condensed violent wind walls to block his front, trying to withstand this attack.

The Qinglong Martial Spirit hidden in more than 300 acupoints on the body is Xiao Chen’s real trump card, but Xiao Chen will never use this trump card until he has to.

The Qinglong Martial Spirit disappeared for thousands of years, and was a mysterious existence. If his identity as the Qinglong Martial Spirit was spread, he would be afraid of some unnecessary disturbances.

But Murong Chong's move just now was too dangerous and Xiao Chen, whose artistic conception was suppressed, had no other way to resist, nor could he avoid it. He could only take out this trump card, or he might die under this move.

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

Bang bang bang bang!

The Qinglong broke through the wind wall clothed by Murong Chong, and made a harsh sound of friction. Seeing that the wind wall could not resist the Qinglong, Murong Chong made a quick decision and flew backwards.

The erratic figures flashed up and down in the air, and every step they took, wind walls were laid. The green dragon followed closely as if there was life, and he was stubbornly stumbled.

I kept chasing for thousands of meters before my strength was exhausted and turned into nothingness and disappeared into the air.

"There is actually a holy power in the green dragon. What's going on? Could it be that his martial soul was passed down from ancient times?" After Murong Chong landed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was confused in his heart.

Rumble!

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

Murong Chong's face changed, and he saw that there was only a small thunder cloud left in the sky, which was already competing against his white clouds, standing on one side in the sky on the ring without giving in.

It was the final decisive moment, and Xiao Chen didn't want to give the other party another chance to force his artistic conception to retreat.

Wu Kui breaks the sky!

With a light shout, a shocking thunder sounded between the sky and the earth. The ancient sacred tree Wu Kui on Xiao Chen's head grew rapidly with the thunder.

When the Wukui Divine Tree was growing, a brilliant sword pillar rose from the blade, soaring into the sky, stretching rapidly, as if it was about to break the sky and smash the land.

Damn, Murong Chong's face was gloomy. Unexpectedly, the situation of defeat was actually caused by Xiao Chen to be so similar.

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

Three styles of wind and clouds, the clouds reveal the sky!

Murong Chong roared, his body was flying, his clothes were swelling, and the strong wind rolled up a stream of air around him, and the white clouds in the sky floated.

A bright pillar of light also lit up on the blade, carrying the artistic conception of wind and clouds, and met Xiao Chen's Wukui Piercing the Sky.

Two beams of light, one white and one purple, were quickly pulled into pieces, and after a moment, they knocked down together.

Bang!

The light columns collided, forming a huge chaotic vortex between the flat ground, and an endless hole was immediately blown out on the ground.
Chapter completed!