Dominating Sword Immortal Chapter 289: Qing Lian in the lake, Jian Qi (third more)
Chapter 289 Qinglian in the Lake, Sword Qi (third more)
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There are strange scenes in Qianlong's secret realm, there are catastrophic, poetic and picturesque, there are no waves in the ancient well, there is a combination of dynamic and static, and some unseen, unheard scenes, such as the darkness that fits Murong's allure In the artistic conception, the force field is vertical and horizontal, and Qian Qiankun reverses and enters into it. It is impossible to distinguish the southeast and northwest, and only Murong Qingcheng can gain benefits in it.
Ye Chen is not nothing. In the combination of movement and static, his fast sword mood and slow sword mood have increased, especially the slow sword mood, and finally he entered the room. The battle aspect is not inferior to the fast sword mood, but it ’s a pity to dive. After all, the artistic conception of Long Mijing is not enough to make him realize more.
Oh!
A sword strikes, but Jianguang is not seen, and the flowing water is chopped off.
Stepping on the diverted river water, Ye Chen made another sword. This sword was unexpectedly slow. The piercing sword and the countercurrent air combined together, making the blood spit slowly.
With a bang, the reef on the mighty shore of the river was penetrated by a sword and sank slowly.
"Look, there is another downward ladder here." At this moment, the younger generations who came ahead made a sound.
The crowd looked around. In the line of sight, a long staircase led to the lower level. The entire hidden dragon's secret place is like a terraced field, one layer after another, but this terraced field is magnified numerous times. No It is difficult to find the edge.
"The test below should be even harder!" Just the first layer of the mystery eliminated a dozen young generations, and it is difficult to imagine that the second layer of the mystery would eliminate several people.
"What about him? You can't spend it on the first floor!"
The younger generations who can be included in the Qianlong list are extremely strong-minded people. After a little surprise, they don't take it one by one.
The scenery on both sides of the stairs is beautiful, and the air flow is soft. Walking in it, like a spring breeze, the mood is particularly comfortable.
Ye Chen watched the surrounding scenery while trying to figure out: If you guessed well, Qianlong's mystery should be a fantasy, a fantasy that combines many artistic moods! Perhaps this illusion is recreated based on real scenes, making people indistinguishable from true and false.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen's heart is stunned, I don't know who created the true and false Qianlong secret realm. The artistic conception included in it is really difficult to count.
Ah!
At the end of the ladder, a younger generation was blown away by the wind and teleported out of Qianlong's mystery.
This is the mood of the wind!
The terrible wind mood than the first floor!
Following is the sudden tide, which drowned three stunned young generations, and the giant mountain of water smashed into a few younger generations close by. The speed is incredible and makes people react. There is no time.
"The mood has accelerated!"
If Ye Chen is thinking, in general, warriors need a time to understand the artistic conception. When the time for matching is shortened, it is necessary to test their own perception and reaction speed.
Stuck!
When Ye Chen came to the second floor, the sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds rolled, electric light surged, and the terrible winds swept down with amazing momentum.
"The mood of cloud, the mood of thunder, the mood of wind!"
There haven't been three scenes where the first mood combined together on the first floor.
In the younger generation, those who have comprehended one of the artistic conceptions have already pulled out their weapons, and they are competing with the strong winds and thunder, and the expression form of Yun ’s artistic conception is no longer attacking. You need to understand it by yourself. The mood of Japanese style is higher.
Oh!
Jianguang flickers, Ye Chen slashes the thunder light that hits him in the face.
"The sky is broken!"
Without the intention to provoke the sword, Ye Chen welcomed the storm and thunder with violent bombardment with pure skybreaking cloud sword.
Boom!
The thunder is a masterpiece. A thunderbolt of tens of feet long and a half meter in thickness is fiercely chopped down. The thunder is narrow and sharp, like a zigzag warrior, unstoppable.
Some of the young generations in the vicinity that fit the mood of Thunder were swept by the aftermath of Lei Guang, and plunged into the void to teleport the potential of the Qianlong Dragon.
"Broken!"
Lei Yun's artistic conception has evolved to his own limit, and Ye Chen cut it out with a sword and greeted him.
A stab, Ye Chen was split back several steps, and the thunderbolt dissipated.
"A good domineering mood of thunder!" Ye Chen's mood of thunder exists as an aid to the mood of cloud. It is not pure, nor does it need to be pure. When it touches the real mood of thunder, immediately feel His own artistic conception of thunder was greatly suppressed, and when it touched, it finally collapsed, and Yun Yi's artistic conception tolerated it in combination with his own artistic conception of thunder.
Lei's artistic conception is strong, and Leiyun's artistic conception has risen and improved.
Absorbing the artistic conception of thunder, Ye Chen looked up and looked at the dark clouds, secretly said: first understand a little bit of artistic conception of clouds, and then the essence of the artistic conception of thundercloud is still in the artistic conception of clouds!
Yun's artistic conception is empty and extremely difficult to comprehend, but it is also the source of the power of Lei's artistic conception. Without solving the problem of Yun's artistic conception, Leiyun's artistic conception is ultimately difficult to progress.
A sword waved, and the sword shone like a thunder, rushing into the dark clouds.
Thunderbolt!
The dark clouds are four volumes, and the light flashes in the cracks, like thunder snakes, roaming and playing, and revealing indescribable killing spirit in dexterity.
Ye Chen is here to comprehend the artistic conception of the cloud. Others are also not idle, and they do their best to learn one by one to compete with the artistic conception.
Sikong Sheng's artistic conception is the artistic conception of earth and the artistic conception of wind. The artistic conception of earth is contained in Cangtianbaquan, and the empty palm is the artistic conception of wind.
Yan Chihuo is the mood of the earth and the mood of fire.
Li Daoxuan's artistic conception of wind and the golden conception of fierce killing.
Murong is full of darkness and confusion.
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As for Xu Jing ’s artistic conception, it is a weird one. It is a different form of force. There are shocks, penetrations, weight lifting if light, and weight lifting. If you use a word to describe it, it should be a power artistic conception. This kind of extremely pure artistic conception is also an indispensable artistic conception. Most of the artistic conceptions contain the artistic conception of power, and it is necessary to understand it intentionally, because it cannot be understood, and only Xu Jing can separate the artistic conception of power and form it. Your own mood.
The dark clouds over his head dissipated, the electric light receded, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and the mood of the cloud finally took it to the next level. Now he has the mood of blending the six types of cloud-shaking swordsmanship. Jingyun sword moves merged into one move, which is the sky breaking clouds.
Looking around, Ye Chen found that there were less than forty people left, plus more than thirty people eliminated on the first floor.
Crack!
Ru Lei's sword light splits the ground, Ye Chen retracts the sword into the sheath, and the sharp edge converges.
Some of the people in the neighborhood secretly whispered. They had just competed with Ye Chen against the artistic conception. The difference is that Ye Chen opposed the artistic conception of cloud and the artistic conception of thunder. They opposed the artistic conception of wind. They finally saw the superb skill of Ye Chen's sword technique at close range, and the dark clouds in the sky were scattered by them. You must know that they were struggling to fight the wind.
Bear!
There, Yan Chihuo lifted his sword and slashed, and actually split a straight red fire, and the earth cracked wherever the fire went.
I do n’t know if it ’s intentional. The crimson flames are coming in the direction of Ye Chen. The sword is fierce and overbearing.
"The combination of the mood of the earth and the mood of the fire is not bad, but unfortunately I am not standing still." Ye Chen persisted, putting his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and the star-sword sword slightly pulled out three points, Thundercloud. The artistic conception is released, accompanied by the sharp sword spirit and cut to the fire.
Stop!
The fire is extinguished, and the smoke disappears.
Lei Guangjian's energy remained unresolved, and Yan Chihuo repelled dozens of steps. He gave him a little lesson and saved him trouble.
Yan Chihuo's face is rigid. He thinks that the artistic conception of the earth and the artistic conception of the fire have improved a lot, and the obscure places in the past are unimpeded. Out of the sheath, you forced yourself to retreat. Fortunately, it is only a contest of pure artistic conception. If you fight with all your strength, the opponent's Qicheng sword will probably kill you instantly.
Li Daoxuan shook his head. In a short time, he didn't want to compare his sword with Ye Chen. Although Yan Chihuo was stronger, he still had a long way to go to catch up with Ye Chen.
After the episode, the remaining people walk to the third level of the mystery.
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There is no sudden situation in the third layer of mystery. It seems very quiet, but the quieter it becomes, the more everyone's mood is tense, and the unknown is always terrible.
There is a high mountain nearby, and the wind is strong like a knife.
Several people moved intentionally, intending to go up and observe, but none of them went up, all of them were teleported by the wind.
Later, other people also know that this layer is to find their own mood, and they are separated from each other. Ye Chen did not take a few steps to see that the younger generation less than forty reduced by one third, and every time Someone teleported at the moment, shaking his head under his heart, he walked to a distant valley.
There is a lake in the valley. There are green lotuses on the lake, there are big and small, the big one is close to three meters, and the small one has a long and wide basin.
The lake is calm, reflecting the surrounding scenery.
Ye Chen suspected him, and walked step by step.
Oh!
The closest piece of green lotus to the shore suddenly turned into a sword qi, and the sword qi was fierce, sharp and difficult to act, like an extremely powerful sword, and it was the lake that played the sword.
"Yeah!" Ye Chen urged the avatar to transform himself into a sword to avoid sword qi, but he didn't have to take any action. Several green lotuses turned into sword qi lasing, killing them. The artistic conception contained in it was extremely terrible. It was as if a peerless swordsman was throwing a sword at him.
Unfortunately, Ye Chen pulled out the star-marked sword and confronted the sword spirit turned into Qinglian. The battle was fierce, unprecedented, and quite laborious.
Continuously blocking several sword qi, Ye Chen frowned, in his eyes, a huge green lotus near the center of the lake floated in the sky, and instantly produced dozens of sword qi. These sword qi were in order, and the sword contained in them The situation was unimaginable. Standing at a distance, he immediately felt locked. There was a sign that he would be hit no matter where he hid.
"This is a sword trick!" Ye Chen was surprised.