Myriad Realms Summoning System

Situation, artistic conception, and realm, these are important tools for warriors to comprehend the mighty power of the world and to enhance their own combat power. The same martial arts realm, the warrior who understands these three powers far exceeds others.

Of course, these three realms are not something that everyone can comprehend. Some people may not be able to comprehend the power of the first level even when Wu Jun, and some people may be able to comprehend the power of artistic conception.

It all depends on individual comprehension.

Momentum is the first of these three realms, and it is also the first level. Although it is not as good as the mood, its power is still not to be underestimated.

Just like Fang Hong's comprehension of the general trend of fists, every blow of a punch can make the opponent seem to face the oppression of infinite power.

Xiao Chen, who was only a martial artist, understood this feeling, and even his breathing was a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Luo Cheng directly dispelled Fang Hong's general momentum, and then explained on the side: "The potential is to use the mighty power of the heavens and the earth to strengthen oneself, and against the people who understand the momentum, it is like fighting the whole world, the boundlessness is endless."

"So powerful?" Xiao Chen asked in surprise.

"Well, the power of heaven and earth is the most unfathomable thing, and there are three realms of small achievement, great achievement, and perfection. This Fang Hong is now considered to be a great achievement, so he exerts even more power!"

Like Fang Hong, Luo Cheng understood the power of momentum, the difference was that what he understood was the general momentum of the gun, and he had reached the state of Consummation.

"Boy, don't say I'm bullying the small, let the old man understand your sword intent!" At this point, Fang Hong has nothing to fear.

Moreover, he has never been exposed to the power of artistic conception in his life. If he has to take a good experience today, he will not have any regrets in this life.

Fang Hong shouted like thunder, his upper body leaned back to the extreme, and a powerful punch blasted towards Ling Xiaozui, turning the world into his own use.

boom!

The aura formed by the two sides was completely shattered in this collision, and the fierce air current swept all around with a terrible aura, and the Wuhou strongman who was blowing a few miles away could not stand, and was shocked in his heart.

"broken!"

Huh!

In the void, the silver sword aura of Yun Yinjian flickered, and Fang Hong created a general momentum like a discouraged ball, which broke without attack.

"The general situation that Fang Hong created was cut off by a sword. It seems that Ling Xiao's drunken sword intent has reached the level of 30%," Wang Yue, who is also a sword repairer, narrowed his eyes slightly.

The artistic conception is different from the general situation. Any kind of artistic conception is divided into ninety percent, just like the sword intent understood by Ling Xiaozui and Wang Yue, ninety percent sword intent is the highest.

Only after reaching 90% of the sword intent can you comprehend the power of a higher level.

Wang Yue's comprehension of the sword intent was only 20%, which was even worse than Ling Xiao Zui. The most important thing was that Ling Xiao Zui was only a one-star martial spirit.

"This young man is so strong! The legendary general trend was cut by his sword!"

"Yeah! I thought the general situation was extremely powerful, but I didn't expect to be cut off by the sword intent."

Shen Bailian and several other Wuhou sighs. They have been pursuing the general trend in their entire life, but today they have witnessed the general trend that others have realized is cut off.

Their worldview has collapsed.

Fang Hong, who was fighting Ling Xiaozui, saw that his general situation was cut, his face became extremely solemn. Ling Xiaozui was definitely the most enchanting young man he had seen so far.

Since he understood the general trend of boxing, no young man can put him so much pressure. The so-called general trend is so vulnerable in front of Jianyi.

Is there really such a big gap between momentum and artistic conception? Fang Hong was reluctant to admit it.

"Wind-rolled clouds!"

Fang Hong concentrated the zhenqi in his whole body, blending all the power of the world into his fist strength, and he attacked Ling Xiaozui with punch after punch.

His speed is extremely fast, and in a flash, he blasts out hundreds of fist shadows, each of which is as heavy as a mountain.

Ling Xiao was drunk in the cover of the boundless fists, his expression was unwavering, but he didn't hesitate in his hands. Yun Yin swords slashed continuously, slicing hundreds of swords in an instant, and each sword would send out a few meters long Qi sword. .

Puff, puff, puff...

Sword aura filled the entire sky, splitting his fists sharply and sharply, and the sharp aura was unstoppable, and even Bingyue was forced to fly away from this battle area.

"Is this the sword intent? It's so strong!" Xiao Chen looked at the sword auras that filled the entire sky with envy. Each of these sword auras could kill him several times.

Seeing that his fist strength was split, Fang Hong's expression suddenly changed as he saw the sword aura flooding in the sky.

Waves of Qi Jin collided with Jian Qi, and on the rubble of the houses around Lingyun Commercial Bank that had collapsed due to previous battles, cracks and smoke were everywhere.

"It's amazing boxing power. The superficial power alone makes people unable to resist!"

"I suddenly believed that Fang Hong could defeat that young swordsman!"

"Yeah! Jiang is still old and spicy. Even if his artistic conception is stronger than the general trend, his cultivation is the root that determines combat power!"

"That's right, whether you can comprehend artistic conception is a matter of talent, but combat experience and cultivation are the important factors that determine victory!"

At this time, seeing Fang Hong showing his power, countless people watching the battle were worried about Ling Xiaozui.

No matter how strong the artistic conception is, it depends on who made it. They really don't believe that such a young Ling Xiaozui can resist the endless trend.

But this was because they didn't know Ling Xiaozui. If they heard Shangguanhe's conversation with Shangguan Qingmeng, and knew that Ling Xiaozui was sixth on the list, they might change their minds.

"Your fists are indeed very powerful, but that's it!"

"broken!"

At the moment of the moment, Ling Xiaozui no longer kept his hand, and the Yunyin sword quickly swung up, and 30% of the sword intent burst out.

Cang Dang!

As if the sound of a mountain breaking, Fang Hong's fist was broken, blood was vomiting out, and the whole person's momentum was completely depressed!

He didn't even have the strength to stand up, so he could only half kneel on the ground, breathing heavily.

"It's terrible sword intent. Faced with this sword intent, my sword seems to be unwilling to go out of its sheath to become an enemy.

"If there is a swordsman like Ling Xiaozui in the future, I am afraid that he will suffer. The sword intent is too strong. Feeling this sword intent, the sword will be out of control."

Standing in the air, Ling Xiaozui waved the Yunyin Sword in his hand to the side, and the entire sky field was shattered and calm was restored.

He retracted the Yunyin sword into its scabbard and looked down at Fang Hong like a king.

Fang Hong, who fell to the ground, looked up at him with difficulty, and said convincingly: "It turns out that the artistic conception in the legend is really so strong. I am convinced that I lose it in your hands."

Ling Xiao drunk smiled indifferently, "Your fist is also very powerful, you are considered a good martial arts powerhouse!"

Fang Hong smiled helplessly: "It's a pity that you will lose in your hands after all. It's really the back wave of the Yangtze River pushing the front wave! You are very good, kill me!"

After learning the power of artistic conception, Fang Hong had no more thoughts. He closed his eyes and prayed for death.