Chapter One Hundred and Sixty Six: The Artistic Conception of Being Good Like Water

Xiao Chen said these words with the heart of death, the mighty peak Martial King, I am afraid that he can easily kill Xiao Chen without a level of strength.

But people are valuable and have aspirations, and the majestic man lives in this world, isn't it just for one breath?

The other party disregarded his status and attacked his master with the strong bullying the weak, not to mention that Liu Yueru had been seriously injured long ago, the other party would still do it.

At this moment, if I still haven't made a sound, and I don't have any bones, then I'm still a man, and I might as well die.

Song Que's face was covered with frost. Since he became the peak master, he couldn't remember how many years, someone dared to scold him like this, and he was just a small low-rank martial artist.

"Sharp teeth, aren't you afraid of flashing your tongue? Fuck me!"

After the words fell, Song Que's body began to blur, and floated towards Xiao Chen like flowing water. Wherever he passed, it was like flowing into a river, and the blood on the ground was swept away.

Flowing Cloud Three Shadows!

Xiao Chen thought to himself, Song Que used the Three Shadows of Flowing Clouds to act like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any hesitation. Everything is natural, Taoism is natural, just like a rushing river, people don't feel any crisis.

If this was put on a day ago, Xiao Chen would definitely not be able to resist, Song Que has already reached the peak of Liuyun Sanying.

But yesterday, in the dense forest, Xiao Chen suddenly had an epiphany, and entered the realm of being as good as water, and his understanding of the Three Shadows of Flowing Clouds reached a realm that no one before him could understand.

Xiao Chen gently tossed Liu Ruyue into Liu Suifeng's hands, with a peaceful mind, trying to recall the state of yesterday.

At this moment, Song Que seemed to have no killer moves, but Xiao Chen knew that if he couldn't enter the state of selflessness yesterday, he would be killed and invisible by Song Que immediately.

At this critical moment of life and death, Xiao Chen instantly entered the state of yesterday, and his whole body turned into a calm sea with no waves.

In the eyes of outsiders, the figures of the two have become blurred, one seems to be a river that is constantly flowing, and the other is a calm ocean without waves.

boom!

The river and the sea collided, and a burst of turbulent air flow violently dispersed towards the surroundings, like countless water splashes.

boom! boom! boom! The water splashed in the air, making a violent explosion sound,

It is like a stormy sea, deafening, continuous, and majestic.

Song Que took three steps back, horrified in his heart, how could he be able to master the artistic conception that can only be mastered in legends.

Huge force flowed into Xiao Chen's body, and Xiao Chen felt as if he was going to explode for a moment, and quickly let out the energy that was injected by Song Que.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, on the calm water surface of the ocean that he incarnated, after spreading his energy, waves of waves immediately rose up.

Reflected in reality, the ground behind Xiao Chen suddenly exploded non-stop, rolling up streaks of dust and soaring into the sky.

"How is it possible? Even if this kid has mastered the artistic conception of being as good as water, he will never be able to catch my father's palm. The difference in grades is too much." Song Qianhe said in surprise in the distance.

The group of people behind him also couldn't figure it out, a strange color flashed in Liu Ruyue's eyes in the distance. There are many kinds of artistic conception, and Wen Jian's psychic psychic is also a kind of artistic conception. She who has mastered the artistic conception of Wen Jian's psychic communication can somewhat understand what is going on.

If a person comprehends a certain artistic conception to the extreme, when he uses the same martial arts to fight against others, he will take a lot of advantage, and she herself feels it deeply.

Song Que said coldly: "The best is like water, I want to see how powerful it is." The arrogance of the pinnacle Martial King made Song Que unacceptable that Liuyun Sanying, who had practiced all his life, would be inferior to a junior.

After he finished speaking, he turned into a surging and surging river, rolling towards Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen frowned tightly, not daring to be careless, keeping his heart firmly in his heart, and evolving into a boundless ocean.

The highest kindness is like water, Metasequoia benefits all things without fighting, and Xiao Chen has a clear realization in his heart that the Three Shadows of Flowing Clouds are basically just a defensive and counterattack martial skill.

Forcibly developing it into an offensive martial skill would only be putting the cart before the horse and chasing the horse for the horse.

Song Que didn't pay attention to this at all, relying on his own realm, he kept attacking Xiao Chen, and there were loud noises of turbulent waves, non-stop.

The surrounding air began to vibrate, and after the concussion, there were continuous explosions. The crowd who watched did not dare to get too close, and retreated one after another.

On the calm sea, the stormy waves washed by Song Que set off huge waves one after another. The sound of the waves was surging, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

Above the vast ocean, Xiao Chen is like a small boat that drifts with the wind. It rises and falls with the waves, as if it will be swallowed at any time. , turbulent and displaced.

flutter!

Song Que backed back again. He had struck hundreds of times with great strength, and every time he seemed to be a little short of breaking Xiao Chen, but every time he failed.

This time he was completely impatient, and his eyes showed a look of extreme impatience. With a move with his right hand, a thick back knife with a cold light appeared in his hand.

Murderous aura filled the air. Song Que had never wanted to kill someone as much as he did now, and he was still a low-rank great martial artist who would never look straight at him.

Cut the mountain!

"Break it for me!" Song Que yelled, the blade was radiant and introverted, without any fancy, but with the momentum of breaking mountains and rocks, he slashed towards Xiao Chen angrily, and instantly broke Xiao Chen's invisible ocean .

"No, Ye Chen is in danger!" Seeing that Song Que gave up using Liuyun Sanying, Liu Ruyue screamed, wanting to step forward to help.

But with a slight use of the vitality in his body, he couldn't help spitting out another mouthful of blood, and he was about to fall backward with a stagger, Liu Suifeng hurriedly held him up.

On Liu Ruyue's face covered with blood, she showed an extremely unwilling expression, her eyes were bloodshot. Looking at Song Que angrily, as if he had made up his mind, he held the Moon Shadow Knife tightly with his right hand.

Xiao Chen's eyes opened sharply, and a ray of light shot out, looking at Song Que, who was flying towards him like lightning at the peak speed, and the knife that split mountains and rocks.

I realized in my heart that I couldn't stop the knife at all, if I wanted to use my arms as a car, it would be like a mayfly shaking a tree, and I would be split in half immediately, leaving no whole body.

However, Xiao Chen didn't intend to block it by himself at all. With a flick of his finger, the Donghuang Bell appeared out of thin air and stood on top of Xiao Chen's head. After a while, it turned into a huge bronze bell.

The mysterious yellow energy on the Donghuang Bell could no longer be used for some reason, Xiao Chen decisively put the bronze bell directly on himself.

With a thought, the Donghuang Bell immediately fell to the ground with a bang, covering Xiao Chen's entire body.

Song Que sneered in his heart, and the movements of his hands did not stop, "Does an incomplete secret treasure also want to block my full-body blow? It's too naive."

boom!

Peak Wuwang struck with all his strength and slashed at the Donghuang Bell fiercely. A melodious chime sounded from the Donghuang Bell, and the sound waves echoed non-stop in the air.

Then, under the astonished gazes of everyone, the majestic Biyun Peak Lord, the peak Martial King realm, was quickly bounced back like a cannonball.

As fast as it came, it was more than twice as fast when it returned. Song Que only felt his blood rushing, and his throat was sweet, as if there was a stream of blood about to spit out.

Song Que hurriedly circulated his vitality in the air, suppressing the fresh blood pressure. If Song Que was forced to vomit blood by a low-rank great martial artist in front of a group of juniors, Song Que might even want to die.

But Song Que didn't expect that his current body was in the air, and he flew backwards rapidly. If he couldn't grasp the center of gravity, he might roll directly after landing.

By the time he suppressed the blood pressure in his body and came back to his senses, it was too late to change his center of gravity.

With a bang, Song Que rolled backwards non-stop, landing head first. After rolling twice, Song Que stood up again with a bang.

Song Que's face was ashamed, and he really felt distressed in his heart. Being made to roll on the ground by a low-rank martial artist, this loss of face was worse than vomiting blood.

The desire to kill Xiao Chen was much stronger than before. There was never such a person who made Song Que feel such a headache. In his life, he has killed countless Wu Zun and Wu Kings, and fought many tough battles, but he has never been as embarrassed as he is now.

He has forgotten the purpose of coming here now, he just wants to tear Xiao Chen's body into pieces, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Looking at Xiao Chen who was hiding in the Eastern Emperor Bell, Song Que tried hard to calm down and think carefully.

Although the rebound power of this secret treasure is strong, it is still within the range that he can control. And this secret treasure is definitely a broken secret treasure. I just need to concentrate my strength on one point and hit it non-stop.

Definitely able to break this secret treasure, with a certain idea in mind, Song Que immediately jumped up and slashed at the Donghuang Bell with a volley.

A huge rebounding force came, and Song Que was prepared this time. He spun quickly in the air, and after a while, this force disappeared into nothingness.

With a flash of a figure, Song Que flew back to the East Emperor Bell, and once again slashed at the previous position. Repeatedly, Song Que slashed hundreds of knives in a blink of an eye.

The bell echoed non-stop, and the continuous sound floated to the entire Tiandao Pavilion like a sponge. Many inner disciples in Tiandao Pavilion were a little strange after hearing the bell, and rushed towards the source of the sound curiously.

Xiao Chen hid inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, and also felt extremely uncomfortable. The swaying bell almost shattered his eardrums, and his internal organs kept churning. He wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit anything.

After hundreds of chops, a small crack finally appeared on the Donghuang Bell. Song Que was overjoyed, and his body suddenly rose up.

In the blink of an eye, he jumped thousands of meters, wanting to give him a final blow, completely crushing the damn bronze bell, and pulling Xiao Chen out to death.

The sound of the bell stopped suddenly, Xiao Chen felt a little strange, and observed carefully with his spiritual consciousness, and instantly saw the cracks on the body of the bell.

He couldn't help but feel scared for a while, if the Donghuang Bell was really broken, with his real strength, he might not even be able to resist Song Que's move.

"It doesn't matter, since he is dead anyway, why don't I fight him!" Looking at Song Que who was falling rapidly in the air with his spiritual consciousness, a resolute look flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes.