Dominating Sword Immortal

The 289th chapter of the lake, Qinglian, Jianqi (third)

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There are strange sights in the mysterious wonderland. They are catastrophic, poetic and artistic, there are no waves in the ancient wells, there are movements and statics, and there are some unseen scenes that have never been seen before, such as the dark mood of the martial arts. The force field is vertical and horizontal, and the Qiankun reversal, entering it, it is impossible to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and only Murong City can benefit from it.

Ye Chen is not nothing, in the scene of dynamic and static combination, his fast sword artistic conception and slow sword artistic conception have increased, especially the slow sword artistic conception, finally enter the room, the battle is not inferior to the fast sword artistic conception, but unfortunately the current mysterious dragon After all, the artistic conception is not enough to allow him to comprehend more.

Hey!

A sword hit, not seeing Jianguang, the rushing river was cut off.

The foot is diverted from the river, and the leaf dust is again a sword. The sword is unexpectedly slow, and the stabbed sword and the counter-current air are combined, which is slow to vomit blood.

With a bang, the reef on the stalwart of the river was penetrated by a sword and slowly sank.

"Look, there is another downward ladder here." At this time, the younger generation who walked in front made a sound.

Everyone followed the sound. In the line of sight, a long ladder led to the next layer. The whole dragon’s secret environment was like a terraced field. The first floor was connected with a layer, but this terrace was enlarged many times, not at the edge. It is hard to find.

"The following test should be even harder!" It was just the first layer of mystery, and more than a dozen younger generations were eliminated. It is hard to imagine that the second layer of mystery would eliminate several people.

"What about him? I can't always consume it on the first floor!"

The younger generation who can be discharged into the Qianlong list is a very strong-minded person. After a little surprise, one thing is not the same thing.

The steps are beautiful on both sides, the airflow is soft, and walking in it, such as the spring breeze, the mood is extraordinarily comfortable.

While watching the surrounding scenery, Ye Chen said: If you guess well, the mysterious wonderland of Qianlong should be a fantasy, combining the fantasy of many artistic conceptions! Perhaps this illusion is based on real scenes, and people can't tell the truth.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen’s heart is stunned. I don’t know who made the mysterious mysterious realm. The enveloping concept is hard to count.

what!

At the end of the ladder, a young generation was blown away by the wind, and the volley sent out the mysterious wonderland.

This is the mood of the wind!

A more terrible mood than the first layer!

It was followed by a sudden surge of water, drowning three young and stunned generations, and the giant mountains of the waters hit a few younger generations. The speed was incredible and the response time was not .

"The mood has accelerated!"

If the leaf dust is thoughtful, in general, the warrior needs an appropriate time to comprehend the artistic conception. When the fit time is shortened, it is necessary to test the individual's understanding and reaction speed.

Card wipe!

When Ye Chen came to the second floor, the sky suddenly darkened, the dark clouds rolled, the electric light surged, and the terrible wind blew with an amazing momentum.

"The artistic conception of the cloud, the artistic conception of the thunder, the artistic conception of the wind!"

There was no scene in which the three moods were combined on the first floor. I couldn’t think of it when I first came to the second floor.

In the younger generation, those who comprehended one of the artistic conceptions have pulled out their weapons, and they are contending with the raging winds and thunders. As for the expression of the artistic conception of the cloud, they no longer attack, and they need to comprehend themselves. The difficulty is better than the artistic conception of the thunder and the artistic conception of the wind. higher.

Hey!

The sword light flashed, and the leaf dust opened the thunder that hit the face.

"Heavenly clouds!"

Without stimulating the sword, Ye Chen greeted the violent storm and the Thunder with a purely broken cloud sword, and the sword was invincible.

Bang!

Thunder sounds great, a dozens of feet long, half a meter thick thunder and fierce squat, Lei Guang narrow and sharp, like a tortuous peerless soldier, unstoppable.

Some young people in the vicinity of Lei Yi’s artistic conception were swept by Lei Guangyu, and they all plunged into the void to convey the secret of the dragon.

"broken!"

Lei Yun’s artistic conception evolved to his own limit, and Ye Chen’s sword broke out and greeted him.

With a slap, the leaf dust was taken back a few steps and the thunder disappeared.

"The good mood of the thunderous thunder!" Ye Chen's thunder is in the mood of assisting the cloud. It is not pure, nor does it need to be pure. It touches the real thunder and immediately feels its own thunder. The artistic conception was greatly suppressed, and it was collapsed at the touch of a button. In the end, the artistic conception of the cloud indulged the artistic conception of this thunder, and combined with its own concept of thunder.

Lei’s artistic conception is strong, and Leiyun’s artistic conception rises and is more perfect.

Absorbing the artistic concept of thunder, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the dark clouds. He said: First, comprehend the meaning of the cloud, and the essence of Thundercloud is still in the mood of the cloud!

The meaning of the cloud is illusory, extremely difficult to comprehend, but it is also the source of the power of Lei's artistic conception. Without solving the problem of the artistic conception of the cloud, the concept of thundercloud is difficult to progress.

A sword is thrown out, and the sword is like a thunder, rushing into the dark clouds.

Hey!

Four volumes of dark clouds, the electric light shining in the cracks, like a strip of snakes, swimming and playing, and dexterity reveals the untold killing.

Ye Chen is here to comprehend the artistic conception of the cloud. Others are also not idle, and they are all learning and competing with the artistic conception.

The artistic conception of Sikong Sheng is the artistic conception of the earth and the artistic conception of the wind. The artistic conception of the earth is contained in the heavenly tyrants, and the emptying of the palm is the artistic conception of the wind.

Yan Chihuo is the artistic conception of the earth and the artistic conception of fire.

Li Daoxuan is the artistic conception of the wind and the golden spirit of killing and killing.

Murong's allure is a dark mood and a chaotic mood.

......

As for Xu Jing's artistic conception, it is a strange force. It is a force of different forms. It has shocks, penetration, weight lifting, light weight, and a word to describe it. It should be the artistic conception of power. The artistic conception is also an indispensable artistic conception. Most of the artistic conception will contain the artistic conception of force. It may need to deliberately understand it, because it has no insight, and only Xu Jing can separate the artistic conception of force and form his own artistic conception. .

The dark clouds on the top of the head dissipated, the electric light retreats, and Ye Chenshu breathes a sigh of relief. The mood of the cloud has finally risen to the next level. Now he has the artistic concept of blending the six-style swordsmanship. The only thing missing is the six-style sword. The trick is to merge into one trick, which is the skybreaking cloud.

Looking around, Ye Chen found that there were fewer than forty people left, and there were more than 30 people on the first floor.

Hey!

If the sword light of the thunder cracked the ground, the leaf dust received the sword into the sheath, and the edge was full.

A few people in the vicinity secretly screamed. They just had a chance to compete with Ye Chen. The difference is that Ye Chen is against the artistic conception of the cloud and the artistic conception of Lei. They compete against the artistic conception of the wind. In the process of countering, they are finally near. From the perspective of seeing the superb swordsmanship, the dark clouds in the sky have been scattered, and it is difficult to know that several of them have joined forces against the wind.

Bear!

Over there, Yan Chi fired the knife and swayed, and actually pulled out a straight red fire, where the fire went, the earth cracked.

I don't know whether it is intentional or not. The red fire is rushing toward the direction of the leaf dust. The knife is fierce and overbearing, and people choose to devour it. The mood of a volcanic eruption is contained in it.

"The combination of the artistic conception of the earth and the artistic conception of the fire is not bad, but unfortunately I am not standing still." Ye Chen does not retreat, the right hand is placed on the hilt, the star mark sword slightly pulls out three points, and the thundercloud is released. With the fierce sword, the fire is on the fire.

Slamming!

The fire is extinguished and the smoke disappears.

Lei Guangjian’s momentum has not disappeared, and Yan’s fire has been repelled by a dozen steps, giving him a lesson, and he is troubled by the province.

Yan Honghuo has a stiff face. He thinks that the artistic conception of the earth and the artistic conception of the fire have improved a lot. In the past, the place where the shackles were unimpeded, he planned to compete with the leaf dust, and expected that the progress of the other party was bigger than him. The sword was not completely sheathed. Just forcing yourself to regress, fortunately, it is just a contest of purely artistic conception. If you fight with all your strength, the opponent’s 70% sword is estimated to kill himself in an instant.

Li Daoxuan shook his head. In a short time, he did not want to compare with Ye Chen. Although Yan Chihuo is strong, he still needs to go a long way to catch up with Ye Chen.

After the episode, the rest of the people walked to the third layer of the secret.

......

There is no sudden situation in the third layer of the secret, it seems very quiet, but the quieter, the more nervous the mood of everyone, the unknown is always terrible.

There is a mountain nearby, and the wind is surging on the mountain.

A few people were moving, and they planned to go up and observe it. Only one did not go up, and all were sent out by the wind.

Later, other people also know that this layer is their own search for artistic conception, and they are separated. Ye Chen did not take a few steps, and he saw that the younger generation of less than forty has reduced by a third, and there are people all the time. Passing out, shaking his head under his heart, he went to a valley in the distance.

There is a lake in the valley, and there are green lotuses on the lake. The pieces are big and small, the big one is close to three meters, and the small ones are long and wide.

The lake is calm and waves, reflecting the surrounding scenery.

Ye Chen did not suspect that he had stepped on.

Hey!

The nearest piece of Qinglian from the shore was stunned by the sword. The sword was fierce and the front was sharp and difficult. It was like a very powerful sword, and it was the lake that used the sword.

"Hey!" Ye Chen urged the avatar to shun the sword, and did not wait for some action. There were also a few pieces of Qinglian turned into a sword spurt, and the enemies were terrible, as if there was a The peerless swordsman is throwing a sword at him.

Under the circumstance, Ye Chen pulled out the star-scarred sword and confronted the sword-sword of Qinglian. The battle was fierce and unprecedented, and it was quite difficult.

Continuously blocking a few swords, the leaf dust brows wrinkled, in the line of sight, a huge green lotus floating near the center of the lake floats, instantly deriving a dozen swords, these swords are well organized, and the imposing sword is unimaginable. Standing at a distance, he immediately has the feeling of being locked, and there is a sign that he will be hit no matter where he hides.

"This is a sword trick!" Ye Chen was amazed.