Chapter 116 The Embryo of Sword Intent

“Boom!”

In the void, the flame knife and the black ice sword light collided, one fire and one ice, each exerting an extremely powerful effect. After the loud noise, a wave of air surged in all directions, and the terrifying power contained in it seemed to be able to devour everything. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

The audience surrounding the challenge stage suddenly shuddered and retreated like a tide.

After the loud noise, the two shadows in the center of the air wave also retreated.

Ye Feng retreated dozens of steps, and his whole body was covered with frost. After his body shook, these cold ice and mysterious energy were shaken into powder.

Lin Pixie only retreated less than ten steps.

But at this time, Lin Pixie looked at Ye Feng with eyes that were not happy at all, but full of deep fear.

The black ice energy he had just stimulated contained a part of the terrifying cold ice power in his body, but he only repelled Ye Feng without even hurting him. Such a result also surprised him.

Generally, even if a warrior who is half a step into the late stage of the innate realm or even perfected can resist the aura of the black ice safely, the whole person will be shivering, and even the joints will be stiff and the body will be unable to control itself.

Hua Tianli, who saw this scene from a distance, had a violent fluctuation in his heart. The fluctuation of the vitality just now made him feel palpitations outside the field. If he were to bear the blow of Lin Bixie, even if he didn't die, he would definitely be seriously injured.

And Ye Feng was actually safe and sound.

Too powerful.

Two months ago, this Ye Feng was obviously not his opponent, but in just a short period of time, Ye Feng at this moment has become out of reach.

Every time I see Ye Feng, this guy can make a big improvement. I really don't know how he does it.

"We must not continue to raise a tiger for harm. His strength growth is too terrible. This time we must kill him!" Hua Tianli shouted in his heart, his scarlet eyes full of cold murderous intent.

"Ye Feng, I have to say that your strength is beyond my expectation, but this cannot change your death."

After the cold voice fell, Lin Pixie took a step forward, and a more terrifying icy breath appeared in his body. The ground, which was charred by Ye Feng's "flame knife", instantly turned back to blue.

Ye Feng raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and replied lightly: "Use it if you have any means."

"Really?" Lin Pixie's eyes twitched, and the sword in his hand suddenly trembled slightly.

"Break!"

With a sword swinging out, almost all the sword-wielding onlookers near the challenge stage were terrified. For no reason, the swords on their waists trembled with the trembling of the long sword in Lin Pixie's hand, as if they were about to fly out of the sheath and merge into Lin Pixie's sword momentum.

No matter how they suppressed it, they couldn't stabilize it.

Many knowledgeable warriors exclaimed in unison, "Sword Intention! This Lin Pixie actually comprehended the sword intention, how is it possible?"

In the vast land of Yuanwu Continent, only those who enter the Xiantian Realm can comprehend the sword intention. Having said that, there are many Xiantian masters who have never comprehended similar artistic conception power in their entire lives.

This is not simply comparable to some true qi or Yuanli.

In addition to being very difficult to comprehend, the power of artistic conception is undoubtedly powerful.

An Xiantian martial artist who has comprehended the sword intention, even if he is only the first or second level of Xiantian, has the possibility of defeating a master who has surpassed his cultivation by several levels.

Once the sword intention comes out, who can compete with it!

This is a famous saying that is widely circulated on the mainland.

But no one expected that Lin Pixie, a half-step Xiantian warrior ranked only 47th on the Yellow List, actually comprehended the sword intention that many Xiantian swordsmen dream of. How shocking this is.

"No, this is not the real sword intent, it can only be regarded as the prototype of sword intent."

In the audience, a black-clothed warrior in his forties or fifties said slowly with a solemn expression.

Beside him, another warrior showed a look of surprise and doubt, "The prototype of sword intent?"

"Yes, it's just a prototype. I have seen real masters who have comprehended sword intent in the sect. I still remember the power of cutting through nothingness with one sword." The black-clothed warrior shook his head, but then he said, "But the prototype of sword intent is also an absolutely powerful force for us warriors who have not entered the innate stage. I am afraid that with this sword, they will decide the winner."

"The prototype of sword intent? I didn't expect that Bixie had such a breakthrough after several months of retreat. Second Young Master, Ye Feng will never survive. You can rest assured this time." Lin Qingjie, who was not far away, had a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

His strength has always been above Lin Bixie, and with the identity of an inscription master, even if he is not from the lineage of the head of the family, he can still surpass Lin Bixie in status.

Now that Lin Pixie has realized the power of artistic conception, even if it is only the prototype of sword intent, his status and position will be greatly improved.

His position as the heir to the family head will be unbreakable.

"Haha, good, good, cut him into seventeen or eighteen pieces with this sword for me, and don't let him leave a whole body..."

Hua Tianli clenched his fists and stared at the challenge stage with excitement.

"Ye Feng, run, run... You can't stop it..." Huo Jing'er shouted at the stage in fear.

"Fool, run quickly, I also want to see whether your two feet are faster or the speed of others' sword intent is faster, hahahaha..." Hua Tianli laughed unscrupulously.

Ye Feng on the challenge stage frowned, facing this indestructible sword intent, he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.

For the first time, Ye Feng smelled the smell of death.

But it was this smell of death that completely aroused Ye Feng's unruly fighting spirit.

"Sword intent, so what!"

He shouted wildly, and his figure shot into the air. In an instant, bright and clear rays of light shot out from his fingertips.

Qian Yuan Qi Jin.

One... was instantly destroyed by the sword intent.

The second and third ones slightly blocked the sword intent that was stabbing in.

"Roar."

A deafening roar came out of Ye Feng's mouth, as if to break the world.

He killed with his weapons at the same time, and the crowd felt that Ye Feng was like a god at this moment. The hot and magnificent momentum stirred up by the dark iron rod in his hand also had the ability to turn mountains and seas.

Flames soared to the sky!

The last move of the flame knife was also the most powerful move in the whole set of swordsmanship.

The moment this knife exploded, the world was filled with endless and violent flames, and the billowing smoke instantly blocked the sky on the challenge stage. At the same time, the fourth, fifth, and sixth "Qian Yuan Qi Jin" descended at the same time, and the multiple attacks folded together to form Ye Feng's most powerful attack.

Ye Feng's roar and the moment he rushed towards the sword intent brought a violent visual impact to the crowd on the viewing platform, and even gave them a tragic and sad illusion.

The inevitable end, the unyielding will.

This Ye Feng, who was able to do this at such a young age, was also rare and precious.

An uncontrolled, earth-shaking explosion sounded on the challenge stage...