Sword God

A heavy rain drenched the entire martial arts stadium.

After the rain cleared, the center of the martial arts field also temporarily built a hardwood ring that was 10 meters long, 10 meters wide and 1 meter high.

Around the ring, sixty samurai were in their respective corners under the guidance of their respective teachings. An old man stood on the ring, wearing a brown robe, his face was ruddy and clear and deep, and he was sullenly talking.

His name was Chen Xing, one of the elders in the family hall.

His voice was very contagious, and he heard every martial artist excited, as if he were full of power all over his body, and he would give everything to the Chen family and die.

As a swordsman, you should remain calm. Chen Chuyun is unaffected. As for Chen Zong, he would like to maintain a calm attitude, but it is difficult in front of a master who has cultivated beyond the Qi and Blood, but the mysterious sword The sharp tremor made his mind clear, so it was not affected.

"Now, please invite the chief of the boxing group to go to the ring." Elder Chen Xing finally said, and Chen Zong's eyes followed.

The chief of the boxing group made a leap, and his strong figure landed on the ring with a muffled noise.

Chen Guzhan, from the tribe of Hongyan Town, has a strength of 800 kg in one arm, and his body is not strong enough to be like a barbarian.

"Chief of the Palm Group..."

The chief of the palm group is Chen Yong. He looks ordinary, has a serious face, and his height and body are ordinary. The only thing that is noticeable is his palm, which is wider and thicker than the normal person. With a layer of calluses, it is obviously a natural. A good hand to practice palm technique.

"Leader of the leg group..."

Chen Ying, a slender and graceful posture, has another kind of fitness, especially a pair of legs wrapped in tight military uniforms, round and slender, looking full of strength, and her eyes are very aggressive, like a beast living in the jungle.

"Chief of the knife group..."

Chen Fenghua, the name is nice, and the person looks good, but he is a man, but his eyes are very charming, his fingers are slender, carrying a long knife, and there is a fascinating atmosphere all over his body.

"Chief of the Swordsmanship..."

Chen Zong jumped lightly, and his footsteps fell silently on the ring. At first glance, people felt ordinary, but the more they looked, the more they tasted.

"It's really him." Chen Yuyao covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes squinted round, and his mood was extremely complicated. Chen Yidao's eyes were somewhat bitter, also from Xiaohu Town, he was insignificant in the boxing group, but Chen Zong was a sword The chief of the legal group is totally incomparable.

"The chiefs of the five groups will fight in turns to determine the final winner. It is the king of the chief. In addition to the ten energy pill rewards, he can also get a pot of Huyang Zhuanggu wine." Elder Chen Xing was clear and profound He looked away from the faces of the five people: "Every one of you will play against the other four, and the winner will be the first in a row."

"The first battle, Chen Guzhan confronts Chen Yong, the other three chiefs please leave the ring temporarily."

Elder Chen Xing came to watch the game as well as a referee.

"My fist is very heavy, and you admit it as soon as possible." Chen Guzhan grinned at Chen Yong, his fists clenched and collided, and there was a clicking sound, which made his scalp numb.

"My palms are not vegetarian." Chen Yong looked serious, very old-fashioned, opened wide palms, carried blood, and his skin was slightly red.

"In this case, then take a punch." Chen Guzhan smiled and took a step, rushed towards Chen Yong like a barbarian, and raised a punch, as if exhausting all his strength, the wind screamed. The air oscillated, and the terrible momentum seemed to knock down a house with one punch.

Dacheng peak punch!

This is a foundation-building martial art that only focuses on power crushing. It is most suitable for the cultivation of people who are naturally strong. Chen Guzhan is such a person.

The strength of 800 kg with one arm can exert the power of heavy punch to the extreme, enough to crush all opponents of the same level.

Of course, it is not luck for Chen Yong to become the chief of the palm control group.

A pair of thick palms covered with calluses, almost able to resist the sword, facing the punch that Chen Guzhan tried to bombard, Chen Yong slapped his palm out, the palm was depressed inward, the moment when the five fingers contacted Chen Guzhan fist, the palm was In addition, the involuntary force suddenly flicked out.

Dacheng pinnacle crushing method!

This is a strong and hard palm, but Chen Yong has achieved a new height. Under one palm, it contains a double power impact, which makes his power even stronger.

Chen Guzhan's arm trembles, his strong body pauses, Chen Yong takes a step forward, the whole person rotates centering on taking a step, and the other palm passes through the waist and hits Chen Guzhan's ribs.

Chen Guzhan's left arm protects the ribs, and then takes Chen Yong's palm. His strong body shakes and takes a step back. Chen Yong's palms continuously blasted out. Each palm contains double power. All arms crossed resisted.

I will stand firm until you are stormy!

"So strong!"

Under the ring, one martial arts person took a breath. Chen Yong’s palms were enough to open the stone and crack the stone. If they were replaced by them, they would not be able to withstand one palm. Will Chen Guzhan be killed alive?

"Awesome." Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly become the chief. His strength was amazing. Compared with Chen Zuoyi, he was obviously more tyrannical and aroused a hint of war in his heart.

However, Chen Zong paid more attention to Chen Guzhan. In the face of the stormy bombardment of Chen Yong’s palms, Chen Guzhan tried his best to tighten himself, crossed his arms to protect the ribs of his head, etc., his muscles were extremely tight, making Chen Yong's palms sounded dull as if hitting rocks.

Chen Yong is not iron. He will be exhausted if he hits more than a dozen hands in a row. He feels that if he is abruptly subjected to the bombardment of more than a dozen hands, Chen Guzhan will definitely suffer a lot of trauma, and he will definitely lose.

"Your palm is really strong." Chen Guzhan lowered his arms, a bloodshot hung on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care to smile, deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a hint of madness: "But I am stronger."

Double fists burst like torrents and fell like a meteorite. The terrible wind pressure made Chen Yong's face muscles sag and he had difficulty breathing.

Raise your palm to resist!

At the moment when the fists collide, the power of terror erupts, like the flood of the embankment, Chen Yong can't resist at all, and retreats one after another. Chen Guzhan is like a mad demon, two fists bombarded continuously, two fists, three fists and four fists.

Fifth punch!

Chen Yong couldn't resist anymore. He flew down the ring, his arms were shaking, and his palms were sore.

"I said, I want you to admit defeat." Chen Guzhan preoccupied and stared at Chen Yong, grinning, Chen Yong sternly smiled.

"The chief of the boxing group Chen Guzhan won a winning streak. In the second match, the chief of the legging group Chen Ying confronted the chief of the knife group Chen Fenghua." Elder Chen Xing announced with a loud voice, Chen Guzhan jumped off the ring, only after the first battle, consumption After a lot of strength, you need to rest.

Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua came to power. Chen Ying's legs were wearing long leopard leather boots. The long knife behind Chen Fenghua was gone, and he held a black wooden knife in his hand.

Chen Ying's eyes are full of wildness. The kind of eyes that most people can't bear, but Chen Fenghua is breezy, as if not affected by all foreign objects.

Without saying a word, Chen Ying rushed out quickly, as if he was as strong as a cheetah, and immediately ran across seven or eight meters. His leg swept down to Chen Fenghua as hard as a steel whip. Chen Fenghua jumped lightly with a black wooden knife Turned into a dark light, cut forward.

With one hand propped around, the legs turned like a whirlwind, one leg swept toward the knife, but one leg hit Chen Fenghua like a python.

"Sure enough, there is no easy way to be the chief." Chen Zong secretly said that ordinary martial arts were stunned. They could still fight like this.

The knife shot down, but the knife light instantly split into two, and at the same time cut to Chen Ying's legs.

Collision, the terrible power burst out, Chen Ying fell to the ground, his hands stretched and flew instantly, his legs alternated like two big pythons, Chen Fenghua fell to the ground, and his toes were slightly beaten, avoiding Chen Yingshuang like a running water In the leg, the wooden knife in the hand splits.

This split was unstoppable, and the knife was endless, as if it would never stop.

Among the Dacheng Peak Python Leg Techniques, the Dacheng Peak Sword Wind Leg Technique was alternately applied, and the strong wind screamed, shattering one after another black knife light, constantly colliding, and the wooden knife and the leopard leather boots continued to muffle.

The fighting is fierce.

Chen Ying's legs are like her character, full of wildness, and Chen Fenghua's sword, no matter how fierce, always has a calm and unhurried calm.

No matter how Chen Ying attacked, Chen Fenghua always responded with ease. Chen Zong could see that he was looking for opportunities.

Chen Zong substituted himself in and imagined how to deal with such an opponent.

Chen Fenghua's knife method is a serial knife method, which has reached the peak level. The knife comes out of the chain, and suddenly, as if the continuous knife is light, the cut knife brings a terrible strong wind, it seems to split the front and can break a piece Boulder, sinking forcefully.

The blitz knife method is at its peak!

Unlike the serial knife method, the critical knife method focuses on a single blow, and directly defeats the target, never a second knife.

With this knife, the timing was just right, which made Chen Zong's eyes bright.

This knife was completely beyond Chen Ying's expectations, and it was too late to react, let alone carry blood.

This knife is powerful and fierce without casting.

Chen Ying was hit, flew out, fell into the ring, and lost.

"Chen Fenghua, the chief of the swordsmanship team, has a winning streak." Elder Chen Xing once again announced: "In the third battle, the chief of the swordsmanship team confronted the chief Chen Yong."

After some rest, Chen Yong's palms have recovered.

In the ring, Chen He, a boxing group trainer, stared at Chen Zong with playful eyes. At first, when he heard that Chen Zong had cultivated Tiger Power Boxing to a perfect state, he first named him and gave him enough attention. The boxing group, but entered the sword group, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Chen Chuyun, your swordsmanship team is too weak, even a person who can practice a sword for a month can win the chief." Chen He looked at Chen Chuyun and exported irony.

Chen Chuyun gave Chen He a glance and ignored it.

On the ring, Chen Yong took a deep breath and set up a palm-sweeping palm-handed style to face Chen Zong.

In the battle with Chen Guzhan, and seeing the battle between Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, Chen Yong also realized that if he could become the chief of each team, there must be something outstanding. The chief of the swordsmanship team has not yet shot, but Being able to defeat Chen Zuoyi to win the position of chief, the strength is not expected to be weak, and it is worthy of careful treatment.

The heart was low and beating vigorously, and the body was full of strength. Chen Zong stepped forward, posing a residual shadow sword technique, and pointed the sword at Chen Yong.