Sword God

Within the house, Chen Zong completed the Hu Xiaojue practice and quickly took out a pill of energy and threw it into his mouth.

"The sixth pass, nearing completion."

After adjusting his breath, take out the Xiaojianjing. From the first page, he found that although the content of the Xiaojianjing is not much, every time you read it carefully, there will always be a new understanding. That kind of feeling is very wonderful.

The door was suddenly knocked.

"Chen Zong may be there?" A faint voice came in, sounding a little anxious.

Putting down the Xiaojian Jing, Chen Zong quickly opened the door, and there was a person standing at the door, Chen Yidao.

"A knife, what's the matter?" Chen Zong asked in a hurry.

"I'm in a hurry, come quickly." Chen Yidao panted and said quickly: "There are warriors of other families to challenge, no one is an opponent, and he also named you to challenge you."

"Oh, who is it?" Chen Zong's eyes brightened.

After Chen Fenghua and Chen Guzhan broke through to become warriors, Chen Zong felt a bit lonely. Anyway, anyway, the four of them could also fight against one or two with themselves, and be replaced by other tribes and even one. Swords can't stop it.

"Tang Family Tang Junluo." Chen Yidao said quickly, he did not know this person, nor how strong this person is.

"Tang Junluo." Chen Zong's eyes came out like a sword, and his eyes were shining.

This name, which Sister Yun told herself, is one of the people that he needs to pay attention to. Chen Zong also expected when he would meet, but did not expect that it would be at this time.

"Go." Chen Zong's footsteps are faster than Chen Yidao.

On the martial arts court, almost all the Chen Family Hall martial arts are here, and there are elders who are awake. In addition, they are two strangers, one old and one young.

"Chen Zong hasn't come yet?" The teenager had a purple military uniform embroidered with golden dragons, mysterious and noble.

"It's already called, and by then, you know what a master is." Chen Baiqi said indignantly.

"I'm looking forward to it." The young Tang Junluo carried his hands on his shoulders, his attitude was like a king, his tone was indifferent, as if he was standing high, making the martial warriors of the Chen family hall irritated but helpless, because the facts have proved that any of them They couldn't stop the opponent's move, but the opponent didn't even use the weapon they were carrying.

Now, all expectations can only be placed on Chen Zong.

It's just that Chen Zong hasn't come yet. It's too slow, and he's dying.

"Elder Tang Zhigu, the Tang family has an amazing younger generation." Elder Waking Up was smiling, quite graceful, like the younger generation in this race, the test will happen from time to time, and the momentary victory or defeat is nothing.

"Where and where, now Jun Luo has only refined his blood seven times." Elder Tang Zhigu said modestly, but he emphasized the tone in the words "seven times", his face full of smugness could not help people in that old face. Punched hard with a punch.

The waking elder was shocked.

Seven times!

Since the establishment of the entire Chen Family Hall, no one has ever reached it. Can't help but sigh, the background of the three giants is not the same, not the comparison of the five families.

"Now I challenge the warriors of various families, is it to accumulate momentum and impact the eighth time?" Elder Awake tentatively asked.

"Yes." Tang Junluo answered himself, his tone was plain, but he could still hear the arrogance contained in it.

Refining the blood gas eight times, that is the level that the entire Fengwu City has never reached before.

The dialogue between Elder Awakening and Elder Tang Zhigu was not concealed, and Chen Zong, who arrived, also happened to hear it. In an instant, a powerful gaze approached him, as if the gaze of the king gave Chen Zong an inexplicable pressure. , So that he could not help but feel excited.

Without any hesitation, Chen Zong's eyes immediately locked on each other, and he knew only at a glance that Tang Junluo was the genius of the Tang family.

The eyes are like electricity, the collision is instantaneous, as if numerous Mars burst out, everyone seems to smell the burning smell in the air.

"Chen Zong, come here." The elder awake beckoned, Chen Zong withdrew his eyes and walked over.

"He is Tang Junluo of the Tang family, and now he has tempered blood Qi seven times, and Tang Junluo's natural strength exceeds the standard. When the three levels of the Qi and Blood Realm peak, there is 700 kg of power in one arm." Xing Elder whispered: "The Chen family's practice of refining their blood is Hu Xiao's recipe, while the Tang family is the Qianlong recipe, meaning Qianlong is in the abyss and flying into the sky."

"Seven hundred catties, seven times!" Chen Zong surprised, a trace of warfare emerged from the deepest heart.

"The practice of Qianlong tactics is the most important. I pay attention to retreating for the king and 10,000 people. The stronger the momentum, the better the training effect. It can even break through its own limits." The voice of the elder wakes up only by himself and Chen Zong. Listen clearly: "Tang Junluo has defeated the Li Family and Zhao Family and the other four family warrior geniuses. Just waiting to defeat you and the other genius martial arts fighters in Fengwu City, they will be able to accumulate enough momentum, impact the eighth time, create New record in Fengwu City."

"It turned out to be me as a stepping stone, then I let him know that I am not a stone, I am a mountain that can't cross." Chen Zong's tone was firm and firm.

"Good." Elder Xing couldn't help but applaud. Although he didn't think that Chen Zong could defeat Tang Junluo, or even had a great chance of defeat, Chen Zong was so impressed by him.

The martial arts training must be so fearless, and the sword training needs such sharpness.

"You are Chen Zong, take a punch with me first." Tang Junluo stepped out, struck like a dragon, punching with fist, whistling like a python out of the hole, and the breath was pressing.

"You also took me a punch!" Chen Zong did not draw a sword, but also threw a punch, turned into a tiger roaring, smashing the air.

Both sides did not carry blood, and the horn python fist and tiger force fist reached their perfection.

Everyone seemed to see a giant python fighting with a tiger.

With a bang, the air was broken and the airflow was turbulent, blowing dust, and Tang Junluo's figure flickered slightly, while Chen Zong stepped back a little.

On the strength of one arm, Tang Junluo is better than Chen Zong by two hundred jins. On the martial arts level, both sides are equal. Chen Zong should be repulsed directly, but Chen Zong has 50 jins of heavy iron pieces on his left arm. But to a certain extent, let him punch harder, so, only a little step back.

"You can stop me with your standard strength, but it's just a little back, which is very good." Tang Junluo's tone of a senior expert: "However, you are not as good as me."

"I practiced the sword and you practiced the gun. I haven't really shot it yet. Why wouldn't it be better?" Chen Zong rebutted it, and the iron sword came out of the sheath, pointing directly at Tang Junluo, and the blood flow accelerated due to excitement.

"I'll let you lose your heart and convince you." Tang Junluo reached out and pulled out the weapon behind his back. It was two rifles. When it was buckled up, it was a 1.7-meter-long rifle. The gun body was golden and engraved with dragon patterns. Knowing that it is an excellent weapon, in terms of quality, I do not know how much better than the iron sword in Chen Zong's hands.

With the golden dragon pattern lance in hand, Tang Junluo's momentum suddenly changed greatly, as if he had killed ten generals among the enemy troops.

"My gun is called Qianlong." Tang Junluo's voice also seemed to bring an inexplicable power, putting pressure on everyone, twisting his body, and posing a long gun contraction, as if Qianlong was in the abyss, wanting to fly soaring.

"Please." Chen Zong puts on the remnant shadow swordsmanship, and the mellow flavor diffuses away.

Subsequently, Tang Junluo's body flew, Han Mang bloomed in front of his eyes, and the gun shot like a dragon.

Chen Zong shook his body, the iron sword was broken, and the sword shadows were interlaced.

Everyone's eyes widened and they tried to see clearly, but the two were so fast that they could only see the blurred guns and sword shadows, colliding again and again.

A spear is in the hand, and the submerged dragon rifle method is perfect in all aspects. The tip of the gun and the body of the gun can be used against the enemy.

The three gates of consummation are displayed alternately, with you among me and you among you, with unpredictable power.

"The three sword-building swordsmanships have all been cultivated to perfection." Elder Tang Zhigu was surprised.

As a genius martial artist of the Tang family, Tang Junluo was nothing but a practice of the two foundation-building martial arts of the horned python boxing method and the Qianlong gun method. There are four doors.

"It's an amazing perception." Elder Tang Zhigu marveled again.

"Yeah, although this child has a general physique and talent, but his perception is good." The waking elder laughed.

"No matter how good the perception is, it is not Jun Luo's opponent." Elder Tang Zhigu sneered.

"Oh, that might not be the case."

The submerged dragon gun method can be used to train 70% of the body to Dacheng. It is naturally stronger than the eagle fencing method. Chen Zong used the three sword skills to the extreme before he resisted the attack of Tang Junluo’s marksmanship. Thanks to Chen Zong's uninterrupted training basics of the eighteen styles and the fast and accurate stability, Chen Zong's response is faster and more flexible, and the sword is faster, more accurate and more stable.

Fight battle battle!

The gun shadow swept all directions, like Qianlong out of the abyss, flying straight to the sea of ​​clouds and tumbling.

Jianguang pierced the air, the sword shadows overlapped, and they seemed to sway in the willow, and suddenly turned into an eagle flying, and immediately fell down.

Gradually, Chen Zong had a new understanding of the three swordsmanship. Under the sword, the difference between the three swordsmanship seemed to gradually disappear, and there was a tendency to merge into one.

"The sword moves freely, and the will will pass through. This is a talent for practicing sword." Tang Zhigu was surprised again and a little jealous. Why are these geniuses not in the Tang family.

Although he still believes that Chen Zong is not as good as Tang Junluo, but by virtue of training the sword talent, to cultivate it, it is bound to become a master of swordsmanship, which is very important for any family.

Tang Junluo was shocked in his heart. He thought that his own strength was enough to defeat the opponent without carrying blood, but he did not expect it to be a tie. Gradually, the opponent's swordsmanship seemed to be more and more clever. The trend of self-suppression.

"Panlong style!" With a low drink, two-handed guns turned around, blocking Chen Zongtiejian, and then, carrying blood, red skin like cooked prawns.

"Flying Dragon!" The long spear danced and swept out instantly. Under the terrible power of 1,400 pounds, amazing power erupted, and the sound was terrified, as if there was a roar of a giant beast, like a dragon flying into the sky, smashing the sky. Instantly smash all sword shadows...