Vol 2 Chapter 627: King's artistic conception

As the white said at the beginning, as long as the mountain is broken, the water is shaken, and in the face of absolute strength in the strong artistic conception, it is only a display.
Roar!
The Nangong Ziyue was defeated, and the golden dragon screaming at the top of the head, and the golden dragon from the white devours the length of half a liter, and the gloss has become dim. It seems to be weak and listless.
On the other hand, the golden dragon on the white head, the claws and claws, the roaring and screaming, the eyes are fascinating, the momentum is fierce, and the whole head has reached the length of eight feet, and it is directly chasing the eight-foot five of Sima Lingxuan.
In my mind, I recalled the four-season knives in the white, and Xiao Chen’s thoughts in his heart were a little different from what he imagined.
Since then, Bai Qi has learned the four seasons of the knife, and he is also personally comprehended.
Now it seems that it is wrong. The road to white walk is the same as that of the white ancestors. It is probably that Bai Shuihe succeeded in understanding the four seasons of the knife and told his descendants his experience and experience.
In the heart, there is a faint bottom. Xiao Chen whispers to himself: "According to the path of the predecessors, it is natural to take many corners and it will be much easier. But these four seasons are different from other martial arts, and there is no stereotype. Comprehension is the most suitable."
In a nutshell, if Bai Bai only walks along the road of Baishui River, then he will be difficult to see when he meets Xiao Chen’s defeat, and there will be no accidents.
The Liu Liufeng on the side is amazed. He is also a knife-lover. He is more able to feel the power of the spring water than the ordinary people.
A little sighed and said: "A strong knife, it is no wonder that others say that the four seasons knife method is the strongest martial arts under the heavenly order, and it really deserves its name."
A group of elders around the Tiandao Pavilion also secretly nodded. Even if they encountered this knife, there was no room for manoeuvre, and they could only be defeated.
Guru, the elder elder, asked: "Xiao Chen, your thunderbolt knife, the last trick is how the gods are now practicing."
Xiao Chen thought for a moment: "Don't dare to compare with the ancestors, but to play the power of 70% or 80%, or what hand is coming."
Jiang Chihan nodded and nodded, then he said with a little regret: "The law of thunder and robbing is created by my ancestors. If you can comprehend the artistic conception of the wind, the artistic conception of the cloud, and the artistic conception of Lei, you may not be able to compete with this."

"Oh, but it's okay, you can enter the top ten, that is the best result of thousands of years of the knife knife, and Xiao Chen, don't be too depressed."
Gently smile, holding the moonshadow knife in his hand, Xiao Chen did not say anything.
"The 50th game, Sima Lingxuan vs. Gong Yang Yu!"
The game has been played in the 92nd round. This is the final battle of today. The two top players in the last game are also very exciting.
"The Gongyang feathers are good, Jinlong has a length of six feet, and it has only lost three games in the rankings. Even if this defeat, there will be great hopes for the last two places in the top ten."
"I don't know, he can force Sima Lingxuan to make a lot of strength. It's a little too easy to get along with Sima Lingxuan."
"Yeah, just his oppressive self-confidence, it is a bit suffocating, and there is still room to fight against him."
Undoubtedly, everyone in this battle can expect that the only thing that everyone is uncertain about is that Gong Yang Yu can force Sima Lingxuan's strength.
After all, the strength of Gong Yang Yu is there.
In particular, the smashing of the shackles, even the void can be shattered, and many giants are afraid to harden, and Sima Lingxuan will deal with this move.
On the stage, Sima Lingxuan wore a long gown, and the handsome face was above, and he could not see too much expression. The confidence in the chest was in harmony with the heavens and the earth.
In the faint, looking at it, there seems to be a faint luster on him, shining all the time, and you can see his extraordinary at a glance.
Under the pressure of self-confidence, Gong Yang took a deep breath and discharged the negative thoughts in his heart. Without much nonsense, the black wooden stick danced around and walked toward Sima Lingxuan.
One step, two steps, three steps... seven steps!
Every step of the way, there will be a residual image on the ground. The posture of holding the stick in each afterimage is not the same. After seven steps, the momentum of Gong Yang has climbed to the top.
The pressure that Sima Lingxuan had caused him was swept away, his eyes were sharp, his sticks were like dragons and snakes, and the wind was loud.
It is the gong of the male sheep feathers, the prosperous, the seven extreme attacks and together, with absolute attack power oppress the opponent.
The early Xiao Chen did not face him in this way, because the power is too big, and it is not worthwhile.
Sima Lingxuan looked indifferently, looking at the stick that could break down the mountain, and took a step forward.
One step, at this step, the situation in the field was immediately reversed.
The endless gust of wind came from the whistling of Sima Lingxuan, and the clouds in the sky also rolled over. The wind was in the midst of turmoil, and Sima Lingxuan’s meaning of a vast king, rushing and bursting out.
Overbearing, supreme, invincible, peerless, the momentum of all kinds of kings in the world, exuded from the body of Sima Lingxuan, his artistic conception of cultivation and understanding is actually the artistic conception of the king.
The so-called universal sky is not the king of the earth, the land of the land is not Wang Chen, Sima Lingxuan actually this kind of king is discouraged, as the artistic concept of his major.
Gong Yang Yu took seven steps, and the general trend of the cohesion was immediately suppressed by Sima Lingxuan.
Rubbing!
The right hand is held on the hilt, and Sima Lingxuan draws the sword out of the sheath. He rides the king's general trend and is arrogant, free to sweep the invincible spirit of the world.
When the swordsmen touched each other, the wind thunder at the feet of the two men immediately cracked countless cracks. The strength of the two powerful forces continued to confront each other. The ram feathers insisted that they did not immediately retreat.
Hey!
Jianfeng quickly trembled, the majestic sword, floating out, the power of this sword skyrocketed, the Gongyang feathers instantly lost, even a nine-step spit out a large mouth of blood.
The king is on the horizon!
Sima Lingxuan sighed and took another step forward with his feet. The meaning of the mighty king, like an ancient mountain, was pushed forward.
A sword is swung out, and it is really like a king, and the wind around the property is vital, and the pilgrimage to the king is generally on the top of the sword.
Under the infusion of endless squally winds, this sword is so fast that people can't imagine it. The ram can only rely on the feeling that the crossbar is resisting in the chest.
boom!
He just got some action, and he came in and filled the defensive posture, and the sword hit him on his long stick, and the long stick was split in half.
Under the Jianfeng sweep, the Gongyang feathers, such as the broken kite, drifted toward the rear, and the whole person knocked over the wind and thunder enchantment, and the heavy bombs fell on the ground.
One knee on the ground, under the ragged clothes, a scary sword wound spread around the chest. The meaning of the sword hidden above the wound has not dissipated, and the wound seems to be getting more and more powerful.
Gong Yang Yu knows that he has lost. It is barely resisting the two moves. The gap is too big. He smiles in his heart and does not know whether anyone in the five countries will be defeated.
"Technology is not as good as people, Gong Yang feathers admit defeat." Gong Yang Yu did not go to war, directly chose to admit defeat.
Sima Lingxuan took the sword back to the sheath, and after the golden dragon on his head swallowed up, it rose to eight inches and seven, and half an inch could reach nine feet.
"It is estimated that this is the real strength of Sima Lingxuan. Even from the mood of the situation, I have realized the artistic conception of the king above the attribute conception."
"Compared to the strength of Sima Lingxuan three years ago, the growth is too horrible."
"I finally know why he has the confidence that he is not afraid of the four seasons, and he will be able to counter the power of reincarnation with the king's artistic conception."
"But what exactly will happen, and only after I have played it, I know that the strength of the two people is still not working hard. The battle of the giants of tomorrow will definitely be worth seeing."
"But I am still optimistic about Sima Lingxuan, his strength is only the tip of the iceberg, the strength of Baiqi exposed at least 60%."
This round of the final battle, Sima Lingxuan finally revealed, his absolute strength as the number one seed. The top ten rams in the previous session were defeated in his hands, without any resistance.
Li Tianhua looked at the golden dragon on the top of Sima Lingxuan and shook his head and smiled: "It is a tragedy with him in an era. The stars in the sky seem to fall on his head. We all become a supporting role."
Xuanyuan’s unruly face on the battlefield reveals a dignified color. After a long ringing, he whispered softly:
The king’s artistic conception is really coincidental.