Sword God

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Chen Yong's footsteps are slow, approaching Chen Zong step by step, his palms are standing upright in front of him, and he can defend any place in the body.

Chen Zong didn't move, his eyes were sharp, looking for flaws in Chen Yong's body.

As if the chariot was advancing forward, the breath was oppressed. At the moment two meters away, Chen Yong suddenly violently violently, like a big fish rushing out of the water, violently and fiercely. Immediately zoom in.

There is no need to advance or retreat without flashing. A sword stabs out. Under the flash of the sword body, three afterimages appear, each separated, as if all four swords come out together.

Split style!

The right palm shot swept the Qianjun, intercepted the wooden sword, and the left palm shot quietly from the waist and hit Chen Zong's rib.

False shadow!

The swords and shadows were staggered, causing Chen Yong to intercept and fail. The left palm he shot had to be quickly retracted. His palms waved continuously in front of him, forming a palm wall.

Catastrophe!

Jianying folded and passed through the palm wall, quickly zooming in on Chen Yong's eyes, forcing him to withdraw and back.

Without any hesitation, Chen Yong carried his blood, took his full strength, rushed forward, and accelerated the speed by a few points. It was shot with a palm, which brought a terrible roaring sound, and the power was more powerful. It seemed that the palm could crush the stone.

Chen Zong's eyes are sharp. If he can penetrate everything, Chen Yong's footsteps and palm trajectories appear in front of his eyes, and the lines on his palms gradually enlarge.

Sword!

With a series of three swords, the basic eighteen types of thorns, light and fast, continuously hit Chen Yong's palm, making his palm a slight meal.

Double shadow!

The three residual images overlap with the sword body, making the sword body fuzzy, the true and false are difficult to distinguish, crossing the palm of Chen Yong, stabbing toward the throat.

Holding a sword longer than his arm, Chen Yongruo will continue to be bombarded with a palm, and he will definitely be hit by the wooden sword in the throat first. He has to close his hand and shoot at the wooden sword. His palms are interlaced.

Split style!

What Chen Yong broke was the sword shadow, but the sword body hit the chest directly, causing it to retreat.

False shadow!

Double shadow!

Catastrophe!

Shadowless!

In the last sword, all three residual images disappeared, and only the remaining sword body was clear and direct, knocking Chen Yong down the ring.

"The chief of the swordsmanship team, Chen Zong, has a winning streak." Elder Chen Xing announced with a smile.

Chen Yong's serious face was somewhat bitter, and his two-game losing streak, the chief king missed him.

"In the next battle, Chen Guhua, the chief of the boxing group, will fight Chen Fenghua, the chief of the knife group."

Chen Guzhan posed a heavy fist, he only practiced heavy fist.

Chen Guzhan is a powerful opponent. Chen Fenghua was cautious and took the technique of a serial knife. However, his face remained unchanged and he always gave a sense of calmness.

Fist, fierce, fierce, roll up the turbulence, if it can break the rocks.

When the knife comes out, the knife is coherent, and if the tide and water follow, it is endless.

Chen Guzhan's strength is arrogant, his physique is amazing, his fists are extremely heavy, and each punch has an amazing air pressure, making it difficult to breathe.

Chen Fenghua moved his blood, his speed and strength were enhanced, and the knife was faster, stronger and stronger.

Chen Guzhan came from the tribe, just like Chen Zong, and began to practice Hu Xiaojue only after entering the clan hall. So far, it is only a preliminary training. There is still a big gap before the blood gas is refined. Started practicing Hu Xiaojue, now the blood is tempered, nearly the second time.

Serial knife method!

Slammed!

Alternating lightly and slowly, walking in a sensitive form, Chen Guzhan's weaknesses appeared, not flexible enough.

The strong body gives him greater strength and physique, but flexibility is relatively weak. When facing some weak opponents, this is nothing. He can completely crush with strength, but in the face of strong opponents, If you are not flexible enough, you will become a weakness and be exploited by the other party.

Wooden knives chopped Chen Chenzhan continuously from all angles, and wailed after many times.

"Stop, stop!" Chen Guzhan hurriedly shouted: "I admit defeat in this battle. When I find a way, I will definitely defeat you next time."

"My mother, it hurts." Chen Guzhan jumped off the ring while grinning his teeth.

"Chen Fenghua's two consecutive victories in the knife group, the next battle, the chief of the leg group Chen Ying vs. the chief of the sword group Chen Zong." Elder Chen Xing laughed.

Aggressive eyes fell on Chen Zong's face, Chen Ying rushed like a cheetah, his slender beautiful legs rolled up a sharp wind, and roared.

Chen Yuyao stared with wide eyes. What Chen Ying was doing was exactly the sword-style leg technique she also practiced. It was also the pinnacle of Dacheng, but Chen Ying’s display was obviously more delicate and powerful.

Chen Zong shook his body, swaying like a willow in the wind.

Dacheng pinnacle willow swordsmanship!

This is a sword that focuses on both offensive and defensive skills. It can be attacked, defended, and defended.

Especially after seeing the willow swordsmanship performed by Chen Yan, Chen Zong understood it and improved a little.

Chen Ying applied the sword-wind leg method and the python leg method alternately, and his legs brought a burst of strong wind to roar. Under the strong wind, it seemed that the big python came out of the hole and killed the wind.

Chen Zong interpreted the willow swordsmanship to the extreme. You are stronger than you, and I shake from the wind.

Unconsciously, I have a deeper understanding of swords and swordsmanship.

The wooden sword swayed and whipped like a willow branch, passed through the strong wind, and hit Chen Ying's leg directly. The strength was flexible, and through the surface, it was sore.

Gradually, Chen Ying's legs were sore and his legs were slow and weak. He was defeated by Chen Zong under a few swords.

"The chief of the swordsmanship team, Chen Zong's two-game winning streak."

"I will beat you next time." Chen Ying said unwillingly and unwillingly to lose.

"Wait and wait." Chen Zong smiled.

"In the next battle, Chen Yong, the chief of the Palm Group, will confront Chen Fenghua, the chief of the Blade Group."

With a serious face, Chen Yong puts on a palm-sweeping palm-up method, and carries his flesh and blood with full strength.

The wide and thick palms were shot continuously, the palm shadows overlapped, and the palm wind roared, as if a wall hit Chen Fenghua.

Chen Fenghua's blood was transported and shot down with a knife. The black knife was swift and fierce. Like the falling of a meteorite, the knife smashed the palm wind.

Slammed!

Serial knife method!

Slammed!

Under the alternation, Chen Yong's defense was broken, and the wooden knife hit the chest.

"Chen Fenghua, the chief of the knife group, has won three straight."

"In the next battle, Chen Gu, the chief of the boxing group, will fight Chen Zong, the chief of the sword group."

"The most unpleasant of you are those who use swords." Chen Guzhan muttered while flexing his fists and raised his hands, his eyes widened, like a bull rushing.

With a sharp noise, Chen Zongru spread his wings as an eagle, and a sword passed by.

Dacheng Peak Eagle Fencing!

"Oh, even practice the three swords of foundation-building swordsmanship to the peak of Dacheng!" Elder Chen Xing was slightly surprised.

In most cases, the samurai tend to practice a foundation-building martial art, such as Chen Guzhan and Chen Yong, and at most two, such as Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, who practice three, and all reach the peak of Dacheng, rarely Very little.

"It seems that this son is quite talented in practicing swords." Elder Chen Xing secretly said, he did not know that Chen Zong was actually practicing boxing at the earliest, and he also practiced the tiger force boxing to a perfect state. Fa also began to practice only after entering the clan hall, otherwise I would not know what it would look like.

"Chen Chuyun, Chen Zong is definitely not Chen Guzhan's opponent." Chen He said with a rather uncomfortable look.

"Bet?" Chen Chuyun was simple and straightforward. Chen He's face was dull and he didn't answer. He just talked about it. He was not sure whether Chen Guzhan could defeat Chen Zong.

The wooden sword was like an eagle wing, passing by Chen Guzhan's body in an instant, and followed the flaw in the rib of Chen Guzhan.

Whirling around and out of the sword, like eagle claws directly hit Chen Guzhan's back.

Chen Guzhan's figure rotated, like a whirlwind, and his fists slammed into Chen Zong, completely disregarding Chen Zong's sword.

After a battle with Chen Fenghua, he let go, instead of passive defense, it is better to take the initiative and use his strong body to resist the attack of the opponent's wooden sword, as long as the opponent is defeated by his double boxing.

Watching a fight under the stage is very different from facing directly. Chen Zong can feel the terrible wind pressure caused by Chen Guzhan's double fists, and even affects his balance.

Fortunately, under the direction of Chen Chuyun, Chen Zong is very different from before.

Like an eagle against the wind, breaking the wind straight up, the wooden sword pecked hard like a hawk's beak, and the strength hit a little attack, immediately changed Chen Guzhan's face, feeling that he was hit, as if a piece of meat was pecked off Similar.

Resisting, Chen Guzhan's double fists are more fierce. The whole person is advancing like a chariot, rolling away and trying to force Chen Zong down the ring.

Undoubtedly, this is a somewhat rogue approach. If Chen Zong's sword is an iron sword, Chen Guzhan was already scarred and the wooden sword had limited power, so he dared to do so.

The eagle fencing technique was used to the extreme, and a flaw was found.

Sword of the eight swords of the real sword!

The sword was fast and anxious. Chen Guzhan was completely too late to respond. He only felt a sore throat, as if it was penetrated, and it was extremely uncomfortable. At the next breath, Chen Zong’s wooden sword was chopped continuously in the same place with his arms, unable to lift it, and could not fight .

"Fourth swordsmanship, fast sword?" Elder Chen Xing was surprised, secretly guessing.

"Did he steal my fast sword sword?" Chen Zuoyi's face also changed greatly.

"The chief of the swordsmanship team, Chen Zong, has won three straight games."

As Elder Chen Xing announced, Chen He's face was covered with clouds.

"In the next battle, Chen Yong, the chief of the Palm Group, will confront Chen Ying, the chief of the Leg Group."

As soon as they came on stage, the two immediately put up their hands, and instead of starting immediately, they stared at each other, looking for flaws.

"The chief king is between you and me." Chen Fenghua smiled softly at Chen Zong. Chen Zong nodded, and his heart was agitated.

Once upon a time, he was still troubled by the difficulty of ascending. Now he not only enters the family hall, but also wins the chief of the swordsmanship team, and is more qualified to win the chief king.

Chen Yong played steadily, Chen Ying was turbulent and the two sides collided again and again.

Chen Yong defended himself with his palms tightly closed, letting Chen Ying attack without breaking through. After three previous battles, his combat skills were further improved, so was Chen Ying, and his legs were more rapid and stronger.

Both sides carried blood and exploded with full force.

Manpower is limited, especially the attacking side. Chen Ying exhausted after a violent attack. Chen Yong seized the opportunity to shoot it. This is a long-served palm. Chen Ying couldn’t resist and was knocked back and dropped into the ring.

"Chief Chen Yong, the chief of the Palm Group, won in a row."

Chen Yong lamented that winning was not easy. He lost three games in a row and finally won one game. It was not that shameful.

"In the next battle, Chen Fenghua, the chief of the swordsmanship team, will fight Chen Zong, the chief of the swordsmanship group."

With the announcement of Elder Chen Xing, everyone was excited, because so far, Chen Fenghua and Chen Zong have maintained a three-game winning streak, and the chief king was born between them.