Vol 2 Chapter 302: Xiao Chen’s last card

Murong Chong stood slowly from above the ground, and a purple lightning flashed across the clouds, breaking through the dim platform.
call!
A gust of wind swelled, brushing the lightning into it, forming a horrible purple dragon roll.
Murong Chong long knife pointed, the purple dragon roll immediately toward the air, Xiao Chen and the hollyhock tree, swept away.
Hey!
The violent purple dragon roll, which combines the energy of wind and lightning, has the property of lightning, the violent wind, and the power is comparable to the advanced martial arts.
Hit the hollyhock tree, both of them with electric martial arts, radiating horrible currents in the air, silver snakes dancing, the air is a small snake-sized current wandering.
A total of five hits, each of which will emit a loud noise, and the color of Xiaochen's hollyhock tree will be much more bleak.
To the fifth, Xiao Chen’s enchanting hollyhock tree disappeared completely, and the horrible purple dragon roll lost the obstacle of the hollyhock, and went fiercely toward Xiao Chen with a violent breath.
Retreat!
Lei’s artistic conception was suppressed. Xiao Chen did not dare to fight hard. He could only avoid his front and open the popular boots. The speed reached the speed of sound and flew away behind him.
Snoring!
Next to the purple dragon roll, Murong rushed into the air and appeared erratic, both windy and violent, and the combination of the two was elusive.
clang!
A knife light from a strange angle, toward Xiao Chen's squatting, Xiao Chen slashed with the knife, the violent force came from above, and suddenly defeated the artistic conception of the thunder contained in the knife.
Go back!
Then this force, Xiao Chen body once again flew back, the right hand of the knife was shaken a burst of numbness, almost could not hold the handle.
With Xiao Chen constantly retreating, the thunderclouds in the sky were constantly compressed by the mood of the other side. Under the circumstance, Murong Chong was so powerful that he suddenly reversed the trend.
"Give up, your mine's artistic conception is purely incomparable, but under the combination of my artistic conception, there is no chance."
The sound of Murong Chong in the air, the voice followed by the erratic figure of Murong Chong, came out from all directions, people can not tell the specific direction, in the wind for a long time.
"Murong Chong is Murong Chong, even hidden so deep, in addition to the artistic conception of Dacheng, I did not expect that the concept of Dacheng's cloud, the most important is also combined so perfect, it is the first in the Tiandao Pavilion people."
"The artistic conception of Lei is suppressed. In this case, Ye Chen, the combat power is only ordinary Chinese Wu Zun, and losing is only a matter of time."
"It seems that Murong Chong's unbeaten myth has been going on for a while. The younger generation, at least no one in Xihe can defeat him. Daqin can also be ranked in the top three."
The situation in the field is quite obvious. Murong Chong, who used the artistic conception of the cloud, completely reversed the stalemate. The advantages that Xiao Chen just created have disappeared.
It can only be passively pressed, and most people think that when his artistic conception of Lei is compressed to completely disappear, it is time for him to lose.
Liu Ruyue’s face flashed a look of desolateness. She is not worried about whether Xiao Chen can keep Qingyunfeng, only hope that he can survive.
And not because of this failure, but lost the edge of the warrior, especially the swordsman's edge, this is her most worried.
Even at such a point, Xiao Chen’s heart is still very calm, and his heart seems to have produced a wonderful feeling. The surrounding arguments and Murong Chong’s words did not interfere with him.
There is a clear mind in my mind, still thinking about it, and breaking the way.
The reason why it has become passive now is undoubtedly because of the suppression of artistic conception. This is the first time he has encountered this situation.
Although I knew that the mood was very important in the past, I didn’t expect it to be so important. The hollyhock that lost the support of the powerful artistic conception was even worse than the other.
At this moment, even if it is to display the martial arts of the hollyhock knife method, I am afraid that it is difficult to achieve the expected power, and the support of the artistic conception is really difficult.
In the previous seven days, he turned the cart before the horse. He should not spend too much time practicing new martial arts, but should strengthen his own artistic conception.
Xiao Chen’s artistic conception is not strong in itself. It is only because of the reason for practicing purple thunder. The artistic conception is much purer than that of ordinary warriors. The artistic conception of Xiaocheng’s peak can overwhelm the other’s artistic conception.
From the duel, he was able to compete with Murong, who was much higher than him, and did not fall, a large part of it was for this reason.
But now it is not too late to know, even if it is defeated today, his harvest is enough, and the direction of future advancement will become much clearer.
Bump!
At the same time as Xiao Chen's thoughts, the movements in his hands still did not stop. The gods outsided the effort to capture the erratic Murong Chong body shape, and resisted the swords he attacked.
Among the sky, Xiao Chen’s thunder mood has been pushed to the last step, leaving only one piece of thundercloud still struggling to support, surrounded by the rolling clouds of the wind.
The white clouds rolled into the mighty, and the momentum of Murong Chong was raised to the apex. Looking at Xiao Chen, who had already retreated to the corner, Murong Chong said faintly: "End, Fengyun three, chasing the cloud!"
Murong Chong roared, and the horrible purple dragon was turned into a auger with a length of 100 meters. The dragon scales on the dragon body were clearly visible, as if it were a real dragon.
The auger was floating around the white clouds, and the brush came out from the clouds. Zhang sprang out a blue smoke and screamed toward Xiao Chen.
The violent auger, the speed has exceeded the speed of sound, infinitely close to twice the speed of sound, simply did not give Xiao Chen thinking about the extra time of thinking, it came to the front.
On the platform, I watched the roaring auger, and flew toward Xiaochen. Everyone in the field took a breath of air. Liu Ruyue couldn’t help but stand up from the seat and Zhangkou wanted to say something.
Hey!
In the moment when the auger swallowed Xiao Chen, a fierce explosion broke out suddenly. On the right arm of Xiao Chen, a green dragon hovered.
Although the Qinglong is small, but the martial arts of the ancient beasts, but the goods are genuine, the little auger is just a fake dragon.
Where will it be the opponent of the real dragon, suddenly it will be broken by the green dragon, and it will be blown into a piece of air.
Breaking through the Qinglong, chasing the clouds and electricity, the energy contained has not been used up. Zhangkou smashed a dragon whistling through the heavens and the earth, and the majesty of the sacred beast spread over the entire platform.
All the warriors above the stands felt a shudder from the heart, and this dragon humming sound contained Shengwei.
Murong rushed his brows tightly, condensing a violent wind wall, blocking his own front, trying to withstand the attack of this move.
Among the more than 300 acupuncture points in the body, the Qinglong Wuhun, which is hidden, is the real card of Xiao Chen. This card, when Xiao Chen is less than a last resort, will never use it.
The Qinglong Wuhun disappeared for a thousand years, and the same existence existed. If the identity of his Qinglong Wuhun was passed out, he was afraid of giving birth to unnecessary waves.
The one that can be just Murong Chong is really too dangerous, and Xiao Chen, whose mood is suppressed. There is no other way to resist, and there is no way to avoid it. I can only take out this card, or he may die under this trick.
In the sky, the rolling white clouds that had been suppressing the mood of Xiao Chen’s thunder, actually began to retreat unexpectedly, and the Shengwei contained in the dragon’s dragonfly forced the retreat of Murong Chong’s artistic conception.
Hey!
Qinglong broke open the wind wall under the Murong rushing cloth, and made a sound of squeaking friction. Seeing that the wind wall could not withstand the green dragon, Murong Chong took the initiative and quickly retreated.
The fading figure flickers up and down in the air. Every step of the way, the wind wall is laid down. The green dragon seems to have a life to follow, and the dead bite.
I have been chasing the distance of a kilometer, only because of the exhaustion of power, turned into a void and disappeared into the air.
"There is a holy prestige in the Qinglong. What is going on in the end, isn't his martial art passed down from ancient times?" After Murong Chong landed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was puzzled.
Rumble!
At this moment, the sound of snarling thunder that stayed in the field for a long time, once again, kept ringing, and the mood of Xiao Chen’s thunder climbed to the top.
Murong Chong changed his face and saw the sky above. There was only a small piece of thundercloud left. He had already stood in his white clouds and stood up against the court. He stood on the side of the sky in the ring and did not give in.
It was the moment of the final battle. Xiao Chen didn't want to give another chance to let the other side retreat.
Hollyhock is breaking!
A light drink, a terrible thunder between the heavens and the earth, the ancient tree hollyhock on the head of Xiao Chen, with the rapid growth of thunder.
When the hollyhock tree grows, the blade rises up with a sturdy knives, which rises into the sky and stretches rapidly, as if to break the sky and smash the land.