Feeling the terrifying power contained in the dharma sword, a long-lost excitement flashed across Ye Chen's expression.
Finally, I perfectly presented what I felt in my mind.
In Ye Chen's conception, he must make use of his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, and give full play to his own powerful characteristics, such as torrential strength and vigorous blood, so as to form the majestic foundation of swordsmanship.
As for the Dao of Slaughter, the Dao of Earth, and the God of War Art.
These all belong to Ye Chen's means of being inclusive and merging in.
The reason for merging these is to increase the power of swordsmanship.
Facts have proved that this way is feasible.
Its inspiration comes from the Seventh Prince's Falling Flower Swordsmanship.
If it weren't for fighting against the Seventh Prince, Ye Chen might not have been able to comprehend and create it so early.
"Just call it Xuanhuang Sword Art."
Ye Chen's heart moved, and he chose a name for him.
"Xuanhuang Sword Art?"
The bottom of the woman's heart was a little shocked.
"The first form, the reincarnation of the great sun."
Ye Chen let out a low cry, and the Chixiao epee burst into dazzling brilliance, hanging above the sky like a bright sun.
A sword cut out, pushing mountains and rivers across.
The fierce fighting spirit is devastating.
Everything in the world escapes into reincarnation under the light of the sword.
Boom!
The sky in the distance was instantly shattered under the beheading of the reincarnation of the sun.
In the void, a large crack opened.
At the edge, there was a slight sword energy sweeping through, making a chi-chi sound.
This sword, not to mention practitioners of the same realm, even a practitioner who has killed four or five times, will be directly beheaded when faced with this sword.
"Second form, holding the mountain in your arms."
Ye Chen's feet cling to the ground, continuously absorbing the violent power from the ground.
Then, he raised the Chixiao epee high and slammed it forward violently.
Belonging to the rage of the Dao of the Earth, forming a reckless sword might, suddenly erupted!
Click! Click!
This sword move, like a sledgehammer that crushes the world, brazenly crushes everything in front of it.
After slashing out these two moves in one breath, Ye Chen felt that the aura in his body was consumed a bit violently.
Holding Yue in the arms is an improved version of Yijian Zhenshanhe, both in power and intimidation, are much stronger than before.
After creating the Xuanhuang Sword Art, Ye Chen also has the power to fight back when facing stronger opponents.
As for the potential dragon list, Ye Chen is no longer willing to waste his thoughts.
The speed of self-improvement is too fast.
If it is said that a few months ago, when he just walked out of the land of a hundred countries, he did not have the strength to make the list.
So now, it's easy to win the first place.
Ye Chen doesn't care about the competition for rankings. What he really expects is to defeat Ye Feng in the competition for the Qianlong list!
And must, in front of Ye Fusu!
Ye Fusu, after you defeated my father back then, you chopped off one of his arms, and you planted the three-crying talisman in his body, causing him to suffer endless torture all these years, and both his fighting spirit and will were quickly depressed.
It can be said that you almost killed him.
So this time, of course I want to, an eye for an eye!
In front of you and all Tianjiao, I will return the pain you brought to my father back to Ye Feng a hundred times!
Didn't you always look down on our branches, and think that our Qingguo Ye family are just lowly and untouchables.
Let's see how I slap you on the face!
"Boy, I'll teach you how to make medicine!"
The Ghost Hand Medicine Emperor did not know when, but he came together.
He grinned, showing his yellow teeth.
"No time."
Ye Chen waved his hand, and once again devoted himself to the cultivation of Xuanhuang Sword Art.
"It's a waste of money, what a waste of money!"
The ghost-handed medicine emperor glared and cursed, "Such a good seedling, practice sword all day, what good is a sword? Is it as honorable as a pharmacist? You will know when you live and die today, the status of a sword emperor may not Comparable to a royal pharmacist!"
Ye Chen ignored the ghost hand Yaohuang's muttering, and urged the sword art.
Surrounded by a strong atmosphere.
"Holy grade exercises?"
In the void, the woman was quite shocked after seeing this scene.
Logically speaking, there is no way to judge the level of imperfect exercises.
Just like this Xuanhuang Sword Art, there are only two styles at the moment, which is not complete at all. In the future, no one knows how many moves Ye Chen will create. This is an unknown.
However, even if there are only two styles, they have been rated as sacred exercises!
This is really unbelievable!
First of all, this is not the first time Ye Chen has created a kung fu technique, with the death-giving sword qi first.
For example, bestowing sword energy to death is a sacred skill.
Although exaggerated, it is also understandable.
After all, the power of the death-giving sword energy erupted in an instant is extremely terrifying, and it is worthy of the word "death-giving".
But this Xuanhuang Sword Art is clearly incomplete, yet it can reach the Holy Grade!
So, as the exercises are gradually completed, won't the grade gradually increase?
Royal product? Emperor product?
In the future, the future is infinite, and this is the scariest thing!
The mysterious woman was silent for a while, and said to herself in a voice that only she could hear, "This kid's talent is soaring at a speed visible to the naked eye every day, and it hasbeyond my control. "
Logically speaking, this is a good thing.
The stronger Ye Chen is, the sooner the Heaven and Earth Creation Cauldron can return to its peak.
But the Xuanhuang Sword Art created by this kid can actually plunder the power of Taoism!
The Xuanhuang Sword Art is inclusive of all rivers and rivers, able to absorb and fuse all things!
No one can predict what will happen in the future.
"Unfortunately, with my current understanding, I only created two tricks."
After half an hour, Ye Chen put away his sword and stood up.
In his eyes, there was some regret.
As everyone knows, it can be called a miracle to create a holy-grade exercise in a life-killing state. There is no one before or since!
"Brother Chen, are you still sleeping?"
In the courtyard, Wei Zelong's voice came.
Ye Chen's consciousness returned to his body, and after tidying up a bit, he pushed open the door.
Outside the door, it was early morning.
"Brother Chen, it's time for us to go."
Wei Zelong said.
"How is the Seventh Prince injured?"
It was only then that Ye Chen remembered that he had severely injured Xia Yu yesterday.
I don't know how he is.
If you miss this Qianlong battle because of this, you will be in trouble.
"Fortunately, last night my father drew three healing formations, combined with more than a dozen kinds of elixir, and finally healed the Seventh Prince's injury. He still has something to do, so he took the first step."
After Wei Zelong finished speaking, his eyes fell on Ye Chen, slightly surprised, "Brother Chen, how do I feel that you are stronger than yesterday?"
"You feel quite alive."
Ye Chen laughed, feeling refreshed.
"The progress is too fast."
Wei Zelong had a cheeky face, "Brother Chen, why don't you teach me how to practice swords, I don't want to be a magician anymore."
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen?"
"Don't go so fast, wait for me"
Xiaoyue Dynasty, the thirty-sixth competition for the Qianlong list will be staged soon.
This time, it is bound to be recorded in history!
A young man who came from the land of a hundred countries and never participated in the competition will completely overturn everything! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com