Sword God

"Stop, what does the teaching tell you to do?"

Outside the residential area, Chen Zuoyi Chen Wu and other children of the clan stopped Chen Zong from going and questioned sharply.

"Say." Chen Wu pressed.

"It's your business." Chen Zong glanced at him, his tone indifferent.

"You..." Chen Zuoyi and other people's faces changed greatly, and Chen Wu's right hand clasped the hilt, his eyes fierce.

"Do you want to do it?" Chen Zong's eyes were sharp.

"In twenty days, it will be the chief battle for the team. At that time, I hope you can still be so mad." Chen Zuoyi left coldly, leaving with a rage.

The family hall has the rules of the family hall. Like them, they have just entered the family hall to become a child who is less than the fourth floor of the Qi and Blood Realm. The task is to work hard and strive to break through as soon as possible. Outside of the battle, you must not do it in private, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

"Team chief battle..." Chen Zong smiled slightly, his eyes like a sword: "I will let you know how sharp my sword is."

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Chen Zong's life is very regular.

Practice Tiger Roaring Skills in the house every morning, go to Chen Chuyun’s courtyard in the afternoon to practice the basic eighteen styles and Kuaiwenwen three-character formulas, and practice Tiger Power Boxing, True Sword Eight Styles, Residual Shadow Swords and Fu Liu Swords in the evening And the eagle fencing method.

I don’t know if it’s a relationship that I’ve worked hard enough, or if I have something to do with the eighteen types of cultivation base. Chen Zong found that his cultivation of four-basic swordsmanship is somewhat different from the past. In the same realm, each sword appears more The roundness, whether it is soft or sharp, has a smooth and natural flow like a cloud.

After a lot of comparisons, Chen Zong finally affirmed that the cultivation of the basic eighteen styles did indeed play a certain role in helping his own swordsmanship, and it has continuously improved his ability to control the sword.

On the thirtieth day of coming to the family hall, it was exactly one month.

In the courtyard of Chen Chuyun, Chen Zong is practicing.

His right arm is tied with a black heavy iron piece, which is covered under the sleeve of the shirt. The heavy iron piece is not ten kilograms, but increased to twenty kilograms. In a straight line, a heavy iron ball hangs on the other end of the sword and weighs twenty pounds.

Chen Zong's eyes looked straight, like a wooden pile, his arms stretched immobile.

One minute!

Two minutes!

three minutes!

Soon, five minutes later, Chen Zong still held his sword flat and immobile.

In the seventh minute, Chen's arm shook gently and continued to hold on.

In the eighth minute, the arm muscles seemed to break, and the pain was endless.

In the ninth minute, the entire arm became numb and unconscious.

In the tenth minute, when the limit was reached, Chen Zong had to put down and slowly stretch his right arm to let the blood gas run and nourish and restore his right arm.

At the beginning of training, Chen Zong's arm weighed ten pounds, and the heavy iron ball hung on the tip of the sword was ten pounds. , But can persist for ten minutes, the progress is very significant.

During the recovery of his right arm, Chen Zong buckled the hilt with his left hand and lifted the sword forward.

Chen Chuyun did not teach him this way, this was just an idea that Chen Zong suddenly emerged during the recent training process.

Usually, the sword is held in the right hand, but if the right hand is injured or temporarily unable to hold the sword, wouldn't the strength of the body drop a lot, why can't the left hand also hold the sword?

Chen Zong began to focus on left-handed sword training, but this is very difficult for people who are used to using the right hand from small to large, but Chen Zong can overcome it.

Under the same weight, the left arm was significantly weaker than the right arm, reaching the limit in the seventh minute and had to put down to recover.

At this time, the right arm can be trained again.

After an hour, his arms recovered. Chen Zong held the sword to practice the basic eighteen styles. He practiced with his right hand. After training, he changed his left hand. It didn’t look much different. Chen Zong was very clear. , Still need to continue to work hard.

Standing in front of the round wooden beads, Chen Zong's posture seemed very casual. His right hand waved quickly, the iron sword came out of the sheath, the dim sword light flashed, the egg-shaped round wooden beads fluttered gently, and a sword hole appeared in the center, representing Chen Zong In the practice of fast and accurate three-character tactics, he has gradually started to learn.

The sword light flashed again, and it was astonishingly sharp. The second largest round wooden bead also flickered slightly, and a sword hole appeared in the center.

The third largest round wooden bead!

The fourth largest round wooden bead!

The fifth largest round wooden bead!

The sixth largest round wooden bead!

When Chen Zong poked his sword at the seventh-largest round wooden bead, he crossed the round wooden bead and cut a hole.

Put the sword into the sheath, adjust the posture, draw the sword and pierce it!

Practiced the right hand sour and left hand.

The training difficulty of the left hand is higher than that of the right hand, but after a few days of training, it is quite fruitful. After adjusting the posture, a sword stabs out and directly hits the largest round wooden ball, but the power control is not as stable as the right hand.

After three hours of training, Chen Zong left.

At night, at the corner of the martial arts field, Chen Zong practiced the sword.

First use the left hand to take turns to practice the real sword eight styles, residual shadow swordsmanship, Fu Liu swordsmanship and eagle fencing swordmanship, and then practice wholeheartedly with the right hand.

After twenty days of hard training, the real sword reached the peak of Xiaocheng in eight forms, and the residual shadow swordsmanship, the willow sword and the fencing swordsmanship, reached the peak of Dacheng.

Fujian style!

Sword draw!

Sword style!

The eight types of true swords are performed under Chen Zongjian.

Tonight, there is no moon, only star light is sparse, and the iron sword is gray and dark, but under the dance of Chen Zong, each sword will emit a dazzling light, which is the symbol of the eight swords of the real sword reaching the peak of Xiaocheng. Each sword light is clearly visible and dazzling, like the starry light in the night.

Explosive sword!

The sprint of the foot, the back like a dragon, the force of the arm straight through the sword body, the sword is fierce to the extreme, without reservation, as if piercing Chen Zong with all his strength, puncturing the sky, like the flying stars by the moon, the sword body It emits extremely dazzling light at a very fast speed. When the sword pierces the air, it emits countless Martian splashes, and the air is filled with a trace of scorching.

Under the sword, a slight scream like the tide of the sea and sky gradually spread away.

Chen Zong shuddered, as if struck by lightning, a burst of intense numbness swept through the limbs, and the limbs could not help shaking.

The blood in the body oscillated, there seemed to be a burst of tiger roar, subconsciously, Chen Zong put down the iron sword and put on the tiger's foot style, discarding all the distractions, meditating on Hu Xiao's recipes, and concentrating all the spirit to control the blood.

He "sees" the red stream trickling, shaking in a wonderful way, and bursts of sound like a tiger's roar.

Blood gas flowed at an alarming speed, like a dyke flood, and gradually lost control of Chen Zong, skin redness and body temperature rose rapidly, and the whole portrait was about to burn.

Chen Zong remained calm and tried his best to control his blood. I didn’t know whether it was his own efforts or other reasons. The speed of blood flow gradually slowed down until he finally returned to his original appearance. Chen Zong found that the blood looked a little different from the other. More distinctive.

"Don't..." An idea came up, and Chen Zong quickly tried to carry the blood.

The blood gas flowed up and down the body, and the skin was slightly red. Chen Zong immediately felt his body seemed to become lighter, and he grasped it in the palm of his hand, and a more powerful force was bred in it.

The standard strength of the three peaks of the Qi and Blood Realm is five hundred kilograms. Chen Zong is already familiar with the extreme. Therefore, he can clearly feel the improvement of his own strength.

There is nothing wrong with it. Under the transportation of blood, all aspects of his body have been strengthened, especially the strength increase is most obvious, it is estimated to be about one hundred catties.

In other words, I have completely tempered my blood, which is at least half a month earlier than I originally expected.

After refining a blood qi three times, it can break through to the fourth level of the blood qi and become a warrior.

Under normal circumstances, it takes about four months from learning the Hu Xiao Ju to the first blood gas refining, of which about two months will be used for the initial cultivation of Hu Xiao Ju, and the remaining two months will be Really began to refine blood gas.

The second time to quench blood gas takes longer, at least three months, and the third time to quench blood gas requires at least four months.

That is to say, under normal circumstances, the time it takes a talented warrior to temper his blood with blood three times is nearly a year.

For those with higher talents, the time required for refining three times is shorter. Perhaps as long as nine months or half a year, those with lower talents will exceed one year. They cannot reach the goal set by the family hall and can only be evicted.

Obviously, Chen Zong's talent is not low, combined with the combination of various conditions, he created a miracle that he spent only a month, from learning the Tiger's recipe to tempering his blood.

"It seems that I may refinish the blood gas three times within half a year, so as to break through the fourth floor of the blood and blood realm." Chen Zong's eyes were full of vigorous eyes, and my heart was full of fighting spirit.

To become a warrior, that is his second goal in the short term.

Now that this goal is in sight, it is impossible not to be excited. Take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

Put the sword into the sheath, and once again put forward the sword style.

Sword draw!

The iron sword cut across the front, like a remnant moon blooming in the night, the sword light dazzled, accompanied by a scream.

This is a sign that the real eight swords have achieved great success.

It is precisely because the eight types of true swords have reached great success that Chen Zong's body potential was stimulated, which made the blood gas grow rapidly. Under the chance, the blood gas was separated from the control and accelerated to operate, which was tempered by the vibration method of Hu Xiaojue.

The real sword eight-style effect is excellent. The breakthrough from Xiaocheng to Dacheng is more obvious than the tiger strength fist from Dacheng to perfection, plus the previous residual shadow swordsmanship, Liu Liu sword and eagle fencing, from Xiaocheng to Dacheng. Only after accumulating time and time again did they make the breakthrough tonight.

Chen Zong never hyped up his cultivation progress, and even Chen Chuyun did not deliberately tell him.

After consolidating the eight swords of the real sword, Chen Zong looked at the sky. It should be very late. It’s time to rest, recuperate, and deal with tomorrow, because tomorrow is the team chief battle that is held once a month. The first battle after the family hall.

Team leader, I am determined to get it!