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Chapter 298 Three Styles of Wind and Cloud

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    In the sky, billowing dark clouds were coming, endless, low thunder, rumbling, and small lightning flashes pierced the night sky from time to time, illuminating the ground with light.

    Xiao Chen¡¯s expression was calm, his right hand resting on the handle of the knife, and the artistic conception of thunder kept condensing.  The roar of thunder in the sky became louder and louder, as if there were thousands of troops in the middle, with prancing horses roaring.

    Endless momentum is wandering in the back mountain. In the air, purple airflow visible to the naked eye is constantly floating, making a constant sound.

    Wu Kui breaks the sky!

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    Phew!

    A bright beam of light lit up on the snow-white blade, and the continuous thunder in the sky suddenly stopped, and it was silent for less than half a second.

    A thunderous thunder suddenly erupted throughout the world, and a terrifying purple lightning pierced the dark clouds in the sky, tearing apart the dark night, like a roaring dragon falling from the sky.

    At this moment, Xiao Chen's aura reached its peak, like a peerless sword unsheathed, its sharp edge revealed, swinging in all directions, and his gaze was like a sharp blade cutting through the air.

    Boom!

    The artistic conception and the power of the sword finally merged perfectly, and the light beam on the blade quickly lengthened in just the blink of an eye.

    The mountain peak a thousand meters ahead was swept by the beam of light, the mountain top shattered, and rocks swayed down from high in the sky.

    When the rocks hit the light pillar, they were immediately annihilated, leaving only a pile of powder, which flew away with the wind and disappeared into Sumeru.

    Bang!

    Xiao Chen sheathed his sword, the thunderclouds in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the muffled thunder stopped.  The night became silent again, leaving only the sound of falling rocks and swaying.

    A joyful smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face, and he murmured: "In two days, Wu Kui Po Tian and my Thunder Concept were finally completely integrated together. This move is enough to disdain the realm of Wu Zun. In terms of power and  There is only a thin line between heaven-level elementary martial arts."

    Sitting cross-legged on the spot, Xiao Chen took out an intermediate spirit stone and quickly restored his energy.

    After a while, the consumed vitality was immediately restored, but the vitality in the intermediate spirit stone had not been completely consumed yet. Xiao Chen followed the trend and directly entered the state of cultivation.

    Fuse the remaining energy in the intermediate spirit stone into the cyclone above the Dantian. When the spirit stone is completely consumed, the cyclone slightly increases by a small circle, and the energy it can hold increases again.

    Xiao Chen did not get up in a hurry, but continued to run the Purple Thunder Art, completely integrating the energy he had just absorbed into his body and turning it into his own cultivation.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡ªAfter the Purple Thunder Art had been running for a full circle, Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and a purple light flashed through his pupils.

    Xiao Chen stood up and looked at the distant horizon. A faint light appeared. Dawn was approaching, and he said: "After dawn, there are only five days left. Wu Kui broke the sky and merged with the artistic conception just now, which is what is really left."  There are only four days left.¡±

    "Four days, use three days to practice the eighth move of Wu Kui Sword Technique, and the remaining day, consolidate and modify the Thunderous Roar, so that I have three trump cards."

    After taking out some simple godmothers from the Qiankun Ring to eat, Xiao Chen began to continue to master the fusion of Wu Kui Breaking the Sky and the artistic conception of thunder.

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    The vast Lingyun Mountains range up and down in all directions, and are countless meters wide. There are many desolate peaks, on top of an extremely secluded peak.

    This mountain is extremely desolate, bare, without any vegetation, except for stones. Murong Chong stood quietly on the top of the mountain with his eyes closed.

    The mountain is two thousand meters high, and strong winds are blowing, causing Murong Chong's clothes to flutter and his hair to dance wildly.

    Whoops!

    Murong Chong opened his eyes fiercely, the light in his eyes was restrained, and his hair suddenly stopped swinging.  The wind passed by him, as if penetrating his body, merging with the wind.

    "The artistic conception of wind has finally been achieved, and my speed can reach the speed of sound in advance. In this way, I am 70% sure of avoiding his move."

    Murong said calmly. After the words fell, his body flashed on the spot, drifting down in the direction of the wind without making any sound. In the blink of an eye, it flew away a distance of five hundred meters.

    The body kept flashing towards the foot of the mountain. In the sky, the clouds began to slowly boil. Under the clear sky?? keeps surging.

    The clouds in the high altitude were pulled by an inexplicable force and began to collide rapidly.  As the clouds collided, thunder sounded from the sky.

    Phew!

    The long sword in Murong Chong's hand suddenly unsheathed, and a bolt of lightning flew above the clouds. Before the lightning hit the ground, a fierce wind swept through the sky.

    With a flash of lightning, it immediately merged into the violent wind. The invisible violent wind instantly turned purple, forming a purple tornado. The lightning flashed in the wind and the thunder was loud.

    Murong Chong¡¯s body rose up from the ground, his figure ethereal and invisible in the air, like a cloud moving in the wind. The purple tornado behind him followed his erratic figure, moving up and down.

    Wherever it passed, countless tall rocks were directly smashed into pieces by the purple tornado, turning into dust all over the sky, dancing with the wind, and the dust suddenly flew up like yellow sand.

    Chasing clouds and lightning!

    Murong Chong, who was erratic in the air, gave a soft drink, and the purple tornado suddenly changed out of thin air, turning into a shining purple auger, and flew away along the direction pointed by Murong Chong's sword light.

    The speed is extremely fast, almost comparable to the speed of sound, a dragon composed of lightning, clouds and strong winds.  It hit a mountain peak with a bang, and the top of the mountain immediately collapsed and was crushed into countless powders.

    Open the clouds and see the sky!

    Murong Chong shouted again, the figure fell to the ground, and a bright light lit up on the blade.

    In an instant, it stretched infinitely and shot straight into the sky. The billowing clouds were instantly dispersed by the light of the sword, and the bright sun shone brightly, becoming even more fierce.

    All-powerful!

    Murong Chong roared suddenly, and the cold blade of the sword began to tremble uncontrollably.

    Behind him, the strong wind surged, rolling up endless dust. In the sky, the clouds rolled and surged continuously, stretching to 18,000 meters.

    For a moment, the wind and clouds surged, the sky and the earth changed color, and Murong Chong's momentum soared into the sky, as if he was the only king between heaven and earth.  He stood there with a peerless sword unsheathed, which could stab him all day long.

    The sword was swung out, and the cold light of the sword lit up in an instant.  The wind stopped, the clouds did not move, and between the sky and the earth, only the blade's light remained bright.

    Murong Chong loosened his wrist forward, and the sword light immediately left the blade, forming a surging sword energy and rushing towards the ground.

    On the ground, a long ravine that was three feet wide and ten feet deep was immediately opened. The sword energy was like a pillar, and it flew for five thousand meters before stopping.

    Looking around, one can see the five-kilometer-long ravine, and it is impossible to see the edge at a glance. The artistic conception of wind and clouds remaining on the ravine has been lingering for a long time. The dust in the sky rises from the ground and dances wildly in the wind.

    Bang!

    Murong Chong stood up with his sword put away, looking at the endless dust in front of him and the terrifying ravine below. No expression could be seen clearly on his stern face, and he said lightly: "Nine Secrets of Qingyun, Liu Ruyue will definitely tell Ye Chen, don't treat it as  The real trump card.¡±

    "Only the already completed Cloud Concept and the three self-created Fengyun Styles can be used as my real trump card. Now that the Wind Concept has been completed, the Wind and Cloud are perfectly combined. No one under the King of Martial Arts can be my opponent."  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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