Chapter 397 a long battle

The meaning of sword is much stronger than that of simple sword or sword. It is more like a mixture of two artistic conceptions.

If the artistic conception of Dao meaning and sword meaning is special enough, then the meaning of Dao and sword is like to improve one layer on the basis of the original special, and reach another realm that cannot be touched.

The emperor of Tang had to admit that Chu Yun was completely ahead of the whole Taiqian continent in these aspects.

With the meaning of sword running through the whole dragon arena, more than a hundred thousand spectators are immersed in this wonderful state.

As if the heaven and earth had become the stage of Chu Yun.

"Ah!"

"What's the matter!"

"My soul is out of control."

Many audience screamed at the same time, and then saw countless swords and spirits floating in the void.

There are at least thousands of people in the whole battle dragon arena whose spirits are swords. Under the influence of the meaning of swords, they are totally out of control.

In the battle dragon platform, the three people stare at Chu Yun, who didn't think Chu Yun had such a move.

"The meaning of sword..."

Tang Zixian murmurs to himself, the beautiful eyes are all shocked.

Chu Yun's race comparison really brought her too many unexpected things.

She thought she knew Chu Yun enough, but now she found out that it was not so.

"Isn't the meaning of sword only in legends?"

Tang poetry is familiar with ancient books and documents, and also has seen the records about the meaning of sword from the above, but that is only a personal guess, no one can really do it.

We don't know how many years the land of Taiqian has existed. There are so many amazing talents among them. No one can reach this level.

Don't say to achieve this state, even the simple sword meaning and common understanding, there is No.

None.

Chu Yun, he succeeded.

Tang Tan Feng's expression was even more shocked, and his mouth couldn't close.

Chu Yun stood on the void, holding a sword, as if he was the master of the center of heaven and earth.

As he waved his sword, thousands of swords and spirits turned their heads at the same time on the empty space of the dragon field, and bowed down to Chu Yun as deeply as a courtier kneeling down to the emperor.

Worship!

Ten thousand swords worship!

It's out of control. It can't stop it!

Chu Yun seems to be the king of swords!

"Kill!"

Chu Yun's eyes rose again, and he took the initiative to meet the three men.

Four people, fight together again.

The earth is turning.

The void is broken.

……

Shigongzi is one of the ten most powerful people in Xuanwu.

Although some real strong people don't want to fight for the title, those who can get the title of Childe are not equal to idle people.

The name of shigongzi changes every five years.

Now there is still half a year to go. It's the battle for childe's name.

At that time, all ten young masters will be present to accept the challenge of all qualified fighters.

Those who want to challenge on that day can choose any young master to fight. After losing the battle, they can successfully replace them and become one of the ten young masters.

The name of ten CHILDES is not good, but it symbolizes glory.

Because of this, there are so many talented and strong people who rush for it.

……

In the dragon field.

A day has passed and the fighting is still going on.

Four people hit the earth, the sky is falling apart.

Strong aura rushed around, almost covering the space.

More than a hundred thousand people were still sitting there, looking at the contest in shock.

It's been a day and a night, and there's still no winner.

It has to be said that their strength is too close to each other.

Chu Yun's face is expressionless. His body is full of wounds and his whole body is full of blood.

The clothes are ragged, the blood stains even form armor on the surface of the body.

Chu Yun can't count how many wounds he has suffered or how many attacks he has taken. He only knows that the heat flow in his body repairs his wounds over and over again, and then circulates the process continuously.

His body is like a wild dragon. His Qi and blood are comparable to those of wild beasts. His breath is long and lasting. He will not be tired even if he fights hard for three days and three nights.

But the other three are different. They are not trainers and have no lasting physical strength.

Tang Tan Feng felt that his arms were heavy as lead. In the past day and night, he did not know how many times he collided with Chu Yun, each time he tried his best.

With the passage of time, the strength of his body has almost reached the limit, and his aura is almost exhausted.

If the battle doesn't end, he'll be the first to fall down.

The situation of Tang Zixian and Tang poetry is not so good. The state of Tang poetry is a lot higher. There are some reserves of spirit and physical strength. If you insist on it, you can insist on it for a while.

The situation of Tang Zixian is similar to that of Tang poetry. Although we can still insist on it, we must distinguish the result of the battle quickly.

If this is not the case, all three of them will be consumed alive and dead.

"Isn't this guy a barbarian! Even if it is really a barbarian, it should have been exhausted already! "

Tang Tan Feng felt that every breath he exhaled was mingled with hot waves, and his body couldn't lift any strength at all.

He is now totally squeezing the potential of his body. After every touch, he will shake violently, which indicates that he is going to die.

"Dangdang Dang!"

Chu Yun waved his sword wildly. From the initial suppression to the present, he has completely occupied the initiative and made crazy moves to suppress the three people.

Even if the three want to fight back together, they can't speed up because of their lack of aura.

"Hiss!"

Tang Tan Feng was chopped, with a painful roar on his face and a backhand boxing on Chu Yun.

However, this fist has not contained much power. Chu Yun sneers, looks up and bumps into Tang Tan Feng's face.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Tang Tan Feng was hit and flew out. His face was covered with blood and his eyes couldn't open.

His body fell heavily on the ground, even the spirit of the snow lion disappeared.

"Wheeze! Wheezing! "

Tang Tan Feng opened his mouth and panted desperately. He felt that his lungs were about to blow up, and the air he inhaled was hot.

At the moment, even a little finger is barely moving.

That punch just now has drained all his energy, and he can't fight any more.

"Another one!"

"Tang Tan Feng, he was consumed alive!"

"He How on earth did he persist! "

Many of the audience only felt that they were stupid. After a day and a night of fighting, Tang Tan Feng was no longer able to fight, but Chu Yun was still alive.

Is he still human?

Even a well-known body trainer can't be besieged by three powerful men of the same level and stick to it all day and night?

In other words, Chu Yun survived the strong period of the three.

Now it's his turn!

"The great seal of Tantrism - the annihilation seal!"

Tang Zixian clenched her silver teeth. She knew that the victory must be divided quickly.

Otherwise, if it continues, it can only be a vicious circle.

Chu Yun's Vietnam War is getting fiercer and fiercer, and his side is becoming more and more exhausted. His aura will be completely consumed in the most time.

At that time, it will be the undoubted end.

Tang poetry sees the situation, hands are bound, the middle and low of the mouth says: "phoenix dance sunrise!"

She also exerted her most powerful martial arts. She wanted to attack Chu Yun with Tang Zixian and rewrite the result of the battle.

Chu Yun shakes out his sword, and at the same time, his fists are clenched tightly. His majestic aura runs through it and spreads out.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "

Chu Yun's speed is as fast as lightning. He blows out hundreds of fists at a time. The shadow of each fist is heavy. Each fist is mixed with a strong aura to the extreme, and it bursts freely in the void!

This is the best move of Chu Yun. It's explosive!