Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 247 Chao Bacteria (End)

In the past few rounds, people have sat in this mysterious atmosphere for several hours. The quiet, cold-hearted temperament is so tall and remote that people have never realized.

There are different levels of strength, different levels of skills, and different worlds are divided into different levels.

The inferior cannot defeat the superior. It has nothing to do with the size, strength or weakness, just because all your efforts are just a mirror in front of it. Zhang Junxue has done her best to explain this in the previous scene.

What's more, Yu Sheng's sword had not been used at all at that time, and the woman even managed to break through this incomplete artistic conception on her own.

But now everything has been turned upside down.

When this artistic conception is completely completed, its true power and flawlessness are revealed to everyone. Even if you are just a bystander who notices it, the silence and coldness that permeates everything is chilling.

It's not "irresistible", but "unable to resist" - throw you into the endless water, who are you going to fight?

Even among the Yi swords, it is one of the best.

Therefore, when people perceive such a sword being spread out, they know that the challenge is over.

Shang Huaitong's face was gloomy. He had not put his sword to the young man's throat yet, but for a moment, Shang Huaitong was not willing to accept such a victory.

But no one expected that the young man would not accept such a failure!

In such a state, he actually took the first step toward the already invincible, distant and ethereal black cloak in front of him, and once again drew his sword with an expressionless face!

When the sword light suddenly rose, everyone saw Shang Huaitong's complete rage!

This kind of disregard and arrogance absolutely stung him. It was precisely because he had always placed himself high enough that when faced with such tough arrogance, the poisonous flames in his heart were so difficult to contain.

The man's eyes were like bells, full of redness, and his slender face was now as ferocious as a yaksha. No longer restrained by his cold and tense demeanor, Shang Huaitong exerted all his strength with one strike of his sword!

All kinds of darkness converged on the man's body, and the black cloak was as dark as night, and then it was already quiet night all around. No matter how many times he has been defeated before, when this sword is really used, he will be at an absolute height again. Everyone felt the shocking heaviness, coldness, and suffocation.

The young man's bright sword suddenly froze.

The previous nimbleness and decisiveness now seemed to be covered with invisible threads, covering, binding, and blocking. In the overpowering netherworld, the young man seemed to have trouble breathing. He stiffly and reluctantly raised the sword. In front of him, he was like a slow and fragile crooked paper man.

Shang Huaitong smashed him into pieces with one sword!

For the first time, the majestic power of Liusheng was fully realized. Under the restraint of Yousheng, the boy could no longer use any tricks. The two swords clashed like a hurricane hitting dead paper, and the boy's body seemed to be disconnected. The kite was suddenly thrown into the air, bringing up a thin line of blood in the air.

He was about to fall off the stage, but his crooked figure managed to flip over in the air and fell straight down, landing precariously on the edge.

The young man lowered his head, opened his mouth, and a mouthful of fresh blood spilled onto the ground, and then he gasped for air.

Like a suffocating fish.

There is no chance for a game, although there are sword moves, but the intention is the intention, and if you are not at this level, you cannot fight.

Li Mingqing stood up suddenly and looked straight at the ring. If Shen Yao hadn't held her arm, the girl would have jumped off the ring.

Zhang Junxue clenched the hem of her clothes with a pale face. She had long known how oppressive and powerless she was in it, but now this sword was far better than it was then.

On the high platform, an old man in white official uniform also twisted up and looked anxiously at the figure high up.

There was no cheering, and there was a moment of silence.

As deep as the sea, as graceful as the underworld immortal, the power of the Complete Intent Sword was deeply imprinted in people's hearts. Everyone was amazed by the young man's courage, but they also had to regret such a devastating scene.

When this sword really showed its due power in the hands of a man, people realized how ridiculous those previous thoughts were - Zhang Zongyuan or Yang Yan, even if they were counted twenty or thirty years ago, they would still be useless. There is no way anyone can win against such a sword!

The young man was not swept off the ring with a sword, but he was still standing at this time, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

Shang Huaitong didn't even need to move. The tighter and deeper the silk strands would strip the young man of everything - his strength, his energy, his perception and even his thinking.

But the man still swung his sword and strode over, his footsteps filled with violent anger.

How could he let him go so gently? !

All the anger accumulated in the previous two games, today, the martial arts competition, and even the contempt he received from this person earlier, now, he wants him to pay for it!

Two defeats meant nothing. Of course he was angry and resentful about it, but he would never doubt himself. Just like he once lost to Bai Yuliang, but as long as he has this sword, he will always be confident and stand high above everyone!

This is his green ladder, his wings, the place where his faith and pride rest, and his dirty and evil heart is lifted high into the clouds!

Such a sword!

If you have never seen gods and immortals, now you have them in your hands.

When he stops playing those boring games and actually swings this sword, who can pass a move from his hand!

Shang Huaitong's angry eyes were locked on the young man. As he walked, he raised his sword flatly.

Following the man's movements, the slender threads moved again, and the entire huge artistic conception mercilessly overwhelmed the fragile young man.

For the sword in his hand.

Everyone felt the trend of this artistic conception, and there were exclamations in the stands.

But Pei Ye was heartbroken and confused.

Of course he was completely enveloped by this sword, and of course he couldn't escape from the complete sword.

When the sword tip of [Breaking Earth] pressed towards Shang Huaitong's throat, an unpredictable sword burst out from the man's hand and suddenly rushed towards him. Between the world and himself, a cloud of silence and silk was cast. curtain.

The man so close to me suddenly seemed far away.

Pei Ye had used the clouds to cover his eyes and lost his feathers many times, but this was the first time he felt the feeling of the sword coming towards his face. The sky and the earth were tilted, and he suddenly fell into the deep sea. There was nothing to hold on to, and for a moment His helplessness made his heart suddenly tighten.

The next moment he was trapped in this situation, he was already suppressed by sharp hostility and coldness.

In this world, nothing belongs to him.

But at that time, it was not impossible to move.

Compared with the sudden deprivation of Feiyan on a snowy night, the intention of this sword is to move forward quietly and slowly. Countless cold slenderness invades the body, but in the first moment, even though the body is frozen and frozen, you can still follow the instructions. activities of one's own will.

Pei Ye then shook his sword and stabbed the man again.

But Shang Huaitong's reaction was more than twice as fast.

He suddenly raised his sword to meet him, and at the moment when he crossed the sword, this seemingly peaceful realm suddenly revealed its sharp fangs.

Shang Huaitong struck with his sword, and everything around him moved forward for him. In this realm, he was almost the same force as heaven and earth!

But Pei Ye's sword seemed to be tightly bound by thousands of threads, his true energy was drained away, his power was passing away, and when he changed his moves, the surrounding air was against the sword's power.

He was unable to take Shang Huaitong's sword head-on. At this time, the other was strong and I was weak, and there was no way to turn around. It was only natural that the two swords would strike fiercely. Being able to return the sword in time to defend and control the body on the ring is already an outstanding achievement.

However, this is the situation that Pei Ye is ready to accept.

Before he entered the ring, he knew that the man was holding this sword; before he drew the sword, he had already felt the gloom that enveloped him.

He had already had his own ideas about this sword, but if he hadn't seen it face-to-face, how would he know what it really looked like?

He raised his head, and even his vision began to be deprived. In the slight blur, the man in front of him strode forward with the momentum of knocking everything away. Pei Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Only seriousness and tightness, never tension.

He slowly closed his eyes and flicked his fingers in the air twice. The irritating agitation once again produced a burr-like feeling on his fingertips.

With this feeling, the young man grasped the hilt of the sword again.

The blur in front of my eyes has become even worse.

The "loss" that Zhang Junxue had experienced now came up coldly. Pei Ye knew that this was "assimilation", and gradually, he would completely become a part of them.

Then he couldn't help but feel funny.

His body was cold and stiff, everything was falling into the abyss of silence. Pei Ye took a deep breath against the suffocation.

In front of him, Shang Huaitong's suffocating and violent sword had brought up a strong wind.
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The young man with blood on his mouth stood in front of him, like a powerless rag doll.

Shang Huaitong's anger was still overflowing, but he had suppressed the gaffe on his face.

This scene really calmed his mood.

But if a grasshopper can jump higher, he can press him to death at any time if he wants to. The tiger loses its claws, the bird loses its wings, and throws away the sword of Yusei - one's true pride - to compete with others, so what if I lose?

In the past ten years or so, you have been studying back and forth with your poor sword skills, and what I have achieved alone is a level that you can never reach.

Of course Shang Huaitong knew that this young man was only seventeen years old, but what he knew better was that after this sword attack, his path to swordsmanship would stop at the age of seventeen forever.

The silk of seclusion was born in the sword. Shang Huaitong pressed his wrist with his left hand expressionlessly, and the whole realm pulsed faintly.

Everyone felt a shocking chill.

It was no longer just the contamination of artistic conception, but everything was mobilized, inextricably linked to the man's sword.

Falling quietly.

[The morning rises together and the evening fades together]

Origin: Life and death, do not dream of the same flowers as Changhua.

The real killing sword recorded in "You Sheng Chapter" is now held in Shang Huaitong's hands for the first time.

It rained down towards the young man in front of him who had no power to fight back. The body and the silk threads merge into one. When the silk threads fade, the body should wither.

Being in the middle of the situation, this is an unavoidable and unstoppable sword.

However, as the heartbeats of the audience suddenly tightened, Pei Ye raised his head, still with that indifferent look in his eyes.

Gently press the sword.

The young man's thoughts about this sword did not come from this scene, after the man entered the realm of Yusei.

But it had already started when Shang Huaitong unfolded his incomplete artistic conception to the audience for the first time.

How did the man carve out his mentality by pulling weeds, how did he integrate his emotions and intentions into the entire martial arts field, and how did he spread out the sword clearly and perform a ridiculous show on it in front of 50,000 people? Mending.

The whole thing fell into Pei Ye's eyes without missing a beat.

Everyone is in awe and admiration for this accomplished Intention Sword, and is fascinated by its power and elegance.

Only the young man kept frowning as if there was something stuck in his throat.

It was as if a pebble was embedded in the smooth dough, or a broken sound was added to the beautiful music, which was very unbearable.

But now, after facing the sword head-on, Pei Ye was finally able to hold it in his hand.

So at this moment, with everyone shocked, the young man gently raised his arm and blocked Shang Huai Tong's ethereal sword.

The expected scene did not appear, and the death and decay that had been gathering momentum just froze there.

The whole place fell silent for a moment.

Why didn't anything happen?

But soon something new appeared - dryness, obvious dryness, emerged from the place where the two swords collided.

Shang Huaitong's body froze, dazed and stunned.

When unexpected things happen in this realm, men are completely caught off guard.

But the next moment, the unexpectedness suddenly became clear - the increasingly fierce desire continued to burst out from the place where the two swords collided, until it took an obvious form, that was fire.

The moment he realized this, Shang Huaitong froze completely, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head.

Familiar fire.

The fire of [Seven Lives Casting Fire]!

In the eyes of fifty thousand people, under the heavy silence that everyone deeply understood, the young man in the center of the cold silence plucked a bright spark from his sword.

Then, it expanded ferociously.

The blazing flames suddenly engulfed everything on the two of them. From the inside out, from the roots to the bottom, all the fine strands were burned away!

Now that they are all burned, how can they wither together?

And after burning the silk around the two of them, the flames still didn't stop!

With the two people at the center, fierce heat and light burned toward the entire Netherland, echoing it everywhere they went!

In an instant, the Yousheng Realm turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Everyone was stunned and speechless.

Shang Huaitong looked at all this with stiff eyes, as if he had forgotten that he was still on the ring.

Shocked, confused, disbelieving.

Day and night, I have practiced hard for ten years, placing my faith and pride in my heart.

Such god-like swordsmanship that stands above the white clouds is his proudest achievement in swordsmanship.

It was dismantled by the young man's sword.

Of course he knew what was going on.

Now the young man was standing in front of him, looking at him indifferently, with no expression or movement, and his indifferent eyes were like the deepest ridicule.

——Who taught you to put fire into the bacteria?

This idea was even more unacceptable than the defeat at the hands of a boy in "Yusi Arc", because it was just a victory or defeat, and this made all his efforts for the past ten years ridiculous!

It was like the sharpest dagger, piercing deeply into the man's heart and tearing out the hot flesh and blood.

The eyes of the young man Pingmo seemed to have turned into countless pairs of eyes at this time. The fifty thousand people in the audience clearly watched his realm of secluded life being burned away by the young man's sword!

In an instant, hysterical rage broke through everything. His heart, mind, and emotions were completely overwhelmed by anger. He looked at the young man in front of him, his face extremely ferocious.

so what! !

Even if it is a wrong Intention Sword, it is still an Intention Sword! It is still a swordsmanship that you will never be able to touch! I can still study in the Sword Academy, and I can start over again!

Shang Huaitong's eyes were as red as blood.

And the martial arts competition is not over yet!

You just broke the move, you didn't put the sword on my neck! Do you think I will admit defeat to you on my own? !

You wasted this hard-earned opportunity and chose to humiliate me. Now, you have no chance! !

He stared at the young man in front of him with almost bulging eyes, and suddenly raised his sword!

There was a sudden exclamation of surprise for a moment.

Everyone was still shocked by the incredible scene just now, and no one thought that the man would draw his sword again at this time.

The outcome is so clear!

But this powerful move suddenly appeared on the ring, almost setting off a violent wind. At this time, the anger was pouring out, making it even more shocking!

——[Seven fires have no life]!

Even if the Intention Sword is broken, he is still the genuine Bowang Sixth Life.

At this moment, the young man was three feet in front of him. He was exhausted and exhausted after a hard battle, and his face was pale and injured, just like a piece of paper.

He can cut off his head with one sword!

But the next moment, Shang Huaitong suddenly had an illusion - the young man seemed to be moving faster than him.

The moment his fingers moved, the young man turned his gaze over at the same time. Shang Huaitong looked at these indifferent eyes and felt that his whole body was being completely penetrated.

The next moment, a sword light as white as ice jade appeared in front of these eyes.

Appearing before the flaming sword of his rage.

Shang Huaitong had never seen such a magical sword light, but it only lasted for a moment. The next moment, he lost his vision, his ears, his nose, and his whole body.

The most oppressive darkness suddenly descended and buried him completely.

And in the entire martial arts field, the whole place was inexplicably silent.

A young man's sword brought a white world.

It should not appear in front of people, but this is the collision of two artistic conceptions, and the secluded realm is already within everyone's perception.

So people were fascinated to see that at the end of the dark and manic netherworld, a bright and pure white spread out from the sky, covering everything in the darkness.

In the silent night, in front of the dark curtain, countless white images surged in: snow, a jade-like white horse, ice, a shiny sword covered with frost flowers, white and sharp feathers filling the sky...

I am alone as if in a dream, my eyes are all white, the bright moon is a jade mirror, and the snow is silver.

There is no need for any empathy, this is the simplest and most direct, cold sharpness and beauty.

Compared with such cold murderous intent, the underworld just now was like a hot spring.

This is one form. The real intention sword.

On the stage, Shang Huaitong woke up from the deepest emptiness and darkness. The sword in his hand had already flown away, and his whole body crashed to the ground.

The next moment, Pei Ye stepped on his throat firmly.

Shang Huaitong's face twisted and turned red.

The cold depression has not completely disappeared. The young man's insightful eyes are staring at him. He wants to mobilize his Dantian, but at the previous moment, the raging fire - not the fire of artistic conception or sword moves, but the real and blazing fire. The high temperature - has suddenly poured in, drowning everything.

Shang Huaitong felt the severe pain and complete weakness in his body. Unbelievable stiffness and panic appeared on his face at the same time. He looked at the young man looking down indifferently under the shadow of the sky, and finally understood what he was thinking.

He could clearly defeat him with a sword, but he only used his four lives of energy and a simple sword to crush everything about him in an unstoppable manner.

This kind of arrogance made Shang Huaitong feel cold all over.

Yes.

As long as you are better than others, you will have pride, but some people bury it deeply, some people bury it shallowly, and some people just publicize it to others without reservation.

Shang Huaitong is proud of the entire Bowang because of his Yi Sword.

Zhu Gaoyang could stand up to three top masters by himself. How proud was he in his heart when he turned around with a smile from a desperate situation?

Ming Qitian was not proud, but the things she did were always done by the most proud people.

So how come Pei Ye doesn't have the same emotion?

In the study room of the state government office, the old man said: "I see that you are actually much more arrogant than Shang Huaitong, but you always pretend to be humble."

Now, everything the boy wanted to express has been conveyed to the man at his feet——

He can neither learn nor use a sword.

Pei Ye stepped on his throat, and for the first time, the fierce arrogance that Sui Zaihua said came out without any concealment. This is also the first time since the young man entered the ring that he spoke coldly:

"A fool like you is worthy of speaking in front of me?"

(End of this chapter)