"Interesting. Unfortunately, it's not enough. "
It has to be said that Mo Yun's bluster also has some capital. The three swords that come face-to-face contain the artistic conception of clouds. One is stronger than the other, which gives people a sense of endless power. If there is a little gap in spirit, it will be immediately affected by the sword power.
Unfortunately, his opponent is Luo Feng.
Without any Dodge, Luo Feng went out with a single blow.
This fist did not exert any martial arts, but relied on pure physical strength and the artistic conception of force in Zhentian fist. Zhuangfei was indeed a genius, which made Luofeng learn the fighting skills of artistic conception. This fist was used by Luofeng for experiment.
Boom!
When the fist blows out, the hundred meter space begins to shake violently. The force of the shock sweeps out, and the three swords are involved in it all of a sudden, and the speed suddenly slows down.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Luo Feng blows out three fists in one breath. Under the concussion of four fists, three swords and one thread of swords disintegrate, and finally collapse in invisibility.
"Martial arts just use the most suitable way to let the artistic conception play out."
Luo Feng's heart rose a kind of enlightenment.
In the audience, those with good vision saw this scene, but they took a deep breath, didn't use martial arts, just used artistic conception to cooperate with basic swordsmanship, and could play such a powerful role. Otherwise, the understanding of artistic conception of martial arts is terrible.
The ghost spirit Dao was surprised and said: "this boy! It's really surprising. Judging from the fists just now, he has begun to understand the true meaning of martial arts. He has not yet entered the holy land to practice. I don't know who taught him. "
Elder Tianjian's face on one side was very ugly, and said: "he can reach such a state in a few years, naturally with the help of an expert. Otherwise, or what he didn't understand? "
Lin Hao lost the battle and even lost the title of the first son of God. Now Mo Yun is under pressure again, which makes him in a bad mood.
Even if Luo Feng is a swordsman, he can try his best to attract the other side into the clan after the conference. Unfortunately, the other side is a swordsman!
"Maybe it was his own understanding."
Ghost spirit knife smiled and looked at Luo Feng and said: "if it is true, if he has the chance to become king in the future, he doesn't know what kind of martial arts he will comprehend."
Everyone will have a very short time when he / she becomes king. He / she will blend into heaven and earth and enter a state of epiphany. In this state, people's comprehension can reach an unprecedented height. Because of this, the king will create his / her own martial arts when he / she is king!
However, according to the level of each person's qualification, the martial arts grades created are also different. Those with low qualification can only create prefecture level martial arts, while those with high qualification can create heaven level martial arts, or even surpass the existence of heaven level martial arts.
A strong distractor can touch the threshold of the true meaning of the martial arts without any guidance. When he was appointed king, he created martial arts, at least at the level of heaven!
"That's impossible!"
The elder of Tianjian sect snorted coldly and directly rejected it.
Ghost spirit Dao didn't continue to argue. After all, it was just a guess. He looked at the challenge arena.
"Clouds hold the sky!"
Seeing that his attack was easily defused, Mo Yun's face sank and his whole body was boiling. The sword intended to burst out through the blade and swept into the air. The man sword combined with the man sword. With a strong momentum, he killed Luo Feng.
Boom!
As soon as the edge of the sword came out, the wind and cloud changed. People in the audience only felt that the sky was darkened. Mo Yun and his sword seemed to turn into a dangerous peak. He rushed to Luofeng with incomparable momentum.
"Hundred strong shock fist!"
After experimenting with what he wanted to know, Luo Feng didn't want to keep pestering him. He clenched his right hand and went up with a fist.
Luo Feng didn't push it with all his strength, but he just integrated his perception of the artistic conception. With a blow, the whole arena shook a little. The space was shaking, and there were many cracks in the flames, like a python, sweeping out. The people watching the battle felt that the space was smashed by the blow from afar.
Boom!
Ferocious fist power and the sword of giant Bang together. With a click, the surface of the hard glass challenge arena cracks.
In the eyes of all the people, there were countless cracks on the surface of the sword, and finally it collapsed. Mo Yun held the long sword, spewed out a mouthful of blood, shot it out, and fell on the edge of the challenge arena.
"Good domineering boxing contains the artistic conception of fire and power! And form the force of concussion. Terrible! "
"Mo Yun is not an opponent indeed. Luofeng is too strong."
"Luofeng hasn't drawn a knife yet!"
Seeing that Mo Yun was beaten by Luo Feng, he vomited blood and flew backwards. The audience looked at each other.
"It's really similar."
In the audience, guilingdao uttered a sigh and said something that can only be understood after playing the piano.
Nod slightly behind the piano.
At the Centennial event, they saw Luo Feng use this fist technique. It felt very similar to the Zhentian fist of the tiger king of Nanlin wasteland. Now it looks more similar!
Unfortunately, with only one move, it's impossible to decide whether it's a Zhentian fist or not.
If so, Luofeng is undoubtedly the descendant of the tiger king, the overlord of Nanlin! The news that the tiger king never accepted his disciples will definitely stir up the whole territory of the hundred countries and the southern forest wasteland.
Brush!
People think that the victory has been divided. When the first round of challenge is over, Mo Yun suddenly rushes to Luofeng again.
"Luofeng, take my sword again!"
In Mo Yun's eyes, there was blood in his body. His sword power kept climbing. Under the pressure of the sword power, the air around him was constantly compressed.
"Don't cry without the coffin. In that case, I will complete you. "
Luo Feng shook his head and pointed out.
Hum!
Without any sign, a huge finger with light golden awn appeared on the left side of Mo Yun.
The golden finger crushed Mo Yun's vigorous Qi and crushed him to the outside of the challenge arena. With a bang, he fell on the ground.
"One yuan of Xiaocheng realm!" In the audience, Lin Hongyi, who also practiced the one yuan finger, once her eyes brightened, her finger strength came true, which is the sign of one yuan finger Xiaocheng.
Luo Feng is very satisfied with the power of the one yuan finger.
We need to know that the power of the one yuan finger is determined by the aggregation of the real element quantity. Just now, the finger has only condensed less than half of the real element. If it condenses one real element, the power will be doubled. At that time, it's no surprise to break the top power in the distracted state to protect the real element.
Brush!
Victory has been divided, Luo Feng figure a flash, back to the first stone column.
"Mo Yun is not a threat to Luofeng. I don't know where the limit of Luofeng is. "
"Luofeng is too strong. So far, he hasn't lost. I think only Hua Yuntian and Chu Yunxiang, who are in the top 15, can really fight with him. Only then can we know his real strength. "
"Well, I think so."
"It's amazing. From an unknown generation, it has suddenly become the existence that can be compared with the talents of Chu Yunxiang, Hua Yuntian and other old holy places. Luofeng is undoubtedly the biggest black horse in this venerable assembly! "
"I wish it would be the final qualifying soon! See the summit earlier. "
The duel between Luo Feng and Mo Yun starts suddenly and ends suddenly. All of them are still not satisfied. They are looking forward to a real summit duel with Luo Feng.