Douluo: The Second Lady of the Worship Hall, decisive in killing

As Ye Xi and Chen Xin continued to fight, Ye Xi felt as if he was trapped in a mysterious state of mind, and the sword of killing in his hand seemed to be his own arm, which he could control at will.

The sword of killing trembled slightly in Ye Xi's hand, as if responding to the state of mind that Ye Xi was in at the moment.

With a swing of the sword, Ye Xi's whole body was like an unstoppable sword, and every move gave people a natural feeling.

All I heard was a crisp collision sound in the field.

The Sword of Slaughter and the Seven Killing Swords collided with each other, and the two long swords emitting a cold light rubbed against each other in mid-air, producing some sparks.

Looking at Ye Xi's current state, a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in Chen Xin's eyes.

"This is……"

"Have you touched the threshold of artistic conception?"

Chen Xin thought secretly in his heart. Facing the killing sword that was coming at him again, Chen Xin gave up the idea of attacking without any hesitation.

Starting to switch from offense to defense allowed Ye Xi to better comprehend his own artistic conception.

After Chen Xin chose to defend, Ye Xi's attacks became more and more fierce, and the speed of swinging the Sword of Slaughter became faster and faster. There were no complicated moves, only the most basic sword moves.

But this most basic sword move gives people a feeling of simplification and naturalness.

For a while, the sound of swords clashing was endless.

Time passes bit by bit.

Ye Xi's speed of swinging the sword of killing gradually slowed down. He clearly felt that he was just a little bit away from touching something indescribable and inexplicable, but this tiny distance, like a natural chasm, blocked Ye Xi and prevented him from making any progress.

The mysterious feeling gradually disappeared, Ye Xi came out of the mysterious state, and the sword of killing in his hand also froze in mid-air.

"Still a little short?"

Chen Xin asked, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

Originally he thought that Ye Xi would be able to enter the level of artistic conception like him, but judging from the current results, although Ye Xi has the rudiments of artistic conception, he has not yet truly entered the level of artistic conception.

Strictly speaking, Ye Xi is currently in a state of half-step artistic conception.

"Well, it's still a little short."

“It feels like I can reach it if I just reach out, but the distance is like an insurmountable chasm.”

After the words fell, Ye Xi retracted the sword of killing in his hand, turned his azure eyes to look at Chen Xin in front of him, and asked softly: "Senior Chen Xin, what was the mysterious feeling I just had?"

Curiosity appeared in Ye Xi's eyes. She could feel that if she could have taken that step just now, her strength would have been greatly improved.

But she really had no idea what that mysterious feeling was about.

"The mysterious state you just fell into is the threshold of touching the artistic conception. Sword skills have four levels: sword momentum, sword light, sword energy, and sword intent."

"There are very few people who know about artistic conception now, and even fewer who can reach it. It's normal that you don't know about it."

Chen Xin took back the Seven Killing Sword in his hand and answered Ye Xi's question.

Hearing this, Ye Xi nodded as if he understood, and then asked Chen Xin: "Senior Chen Xin, what level was I at before?"

"Is it sword light or sword energy?"

Hearing Ye Xi's question, Chen Xin did not answer immediately, but looked at Ye Xi.

"Your fighting talent is the only one I have ever seen in my life."

"When we first fought, you were probably at the half-step sword energy level."

"And in the process of continuous fighting, your swordsmanship improved very quickly, and soon entered the level of sword energy, and then touched the level of artistic conception."

When Chen Xin answered Ye Xi's question, he kept looking at Ye Xi. If possible, Chen Xin wanted to ask Ye Xi if he was willing to be his successor, but after thinking about Ye Xi's current status, Chen Xin quickly gave up the idea.

The reason is simple, Ye Xi's status is a bit too high.

As the leader of the Frost and Snow Pavilion, Ye Xi's current status is equivalent to that of the leaders of the top three sects. If one proposes that Ye Xi be the successor, the possibility of being directly rejected is almost as high as 99.9%.

So Chen Xin was just thinking about it and had no intention of speaking it out.

Listening to Chen Xin's answer, Ye Xi nodded slightly, and deep thought appeared in his blue eyes.

Looking at Ye Xi's pensive look, Chen Xin silently turned around and walked towards the direction where Ning Fengzhi was.

"If you want to reach the true realm of artistic conception, talent alone is not enough. You also need to have a deep understanding of the way of the sword."

Chen Xin's footsteps did not stop at all, and his voice slowly entered Ye Xi's ears.

Listening to Chen Xin's advice, a bright light flashed involuntarily in Ye Xi's mind, but Ye Xi did not catch it, as if something very important was ignored by Ye Xi.

After Chen Xin returned to Ning Fengzhi's back, Ye Xi took his own steps and headed towards Ling Yuan.

When he came in front of Ling Yuan, Ye Xi first bowed slightly to Chen Xin.

"Thank you for the advice, Senior Chen Xin."

"But I still have some things to deal with, so I can't stay in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for long. I'll come visit you next time."

There was a hint of respect in Ye Xi's voice.

Chen Xin looked at Ye Xi's appearance, just nodded slightly, and didn't say anything else.

Ning Fengzhi stood up from his seat and went to see him off.

Ning Fengzhi didn't stop until he sent Ye Xi to the gate of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Ye Xi's leaving figure, and then turned his gaze to Chen Xin beside him.

"Uncle Jian, you've fought with her, what do you think of her?"

Ning Fengzhi asked softly.

"Amazing talent is not enough to describe it."

Chen Xin's answer was very brief, but he was not at all stingy with his praise.

"Isn't amazing enough to describe it?"

After Ning Fengzhi repeated Chen Xin's words, he turned around and walked back into the Seven Treasures Glaze. However, there was a hint of thought in Ning Fengzhi's eyes. No one knew what he was thinking about.

……

And on the other side.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

A carrier eagle flew quickly into the Pope's Palace and landed in front of the ghost.

After taking the letter from the messenger eagle, the ghost went straight to the study where Pope Bibi Dong was without any pause.

When they arrived at Bibi Dong's study, Gui Mei knocked on the door a few times and then slowly spoke: "Your Holiness, a messenger eagle just entered the Pope's Palace. It was the news from Tiandou City."

A somewhat hoarse but respectful voice came out of the ghost's mouth.

(End of this chapter)