Sword God

Blood gas handling!

Block!

Retreat!

Put the sword into the sheath!

Fujian style!

Sisi breathed out sharply, locking Tang Junluo and making him look dignified.

Qianlong Jue was carried to the limit, and the blood turned like a dragon running, exuding great pressure. The dragon pattern on the golden spear in his hand seemed to be affected, and there was a trace of blood.

The Qianlong lance and the Qianlong tactics are in the same line. Using the Qianlong tactic to urge the Qianlong lances will increase the power of the Qianlong lances a little.

One thousand and four hundred pounds of power!

Get the Qianlong tactics to increase the power of Qianlong tactics!

At this time, Tang Junluo is absolutely terrible, but Chen Zong will not be inferior.

Hu Xiaojue was transported to the extreme, and the blood fluttered between the surges, as if there was a tiger roaring continuously, exuding the power of a king among the beasts.

The power of a catty!

The eight swords of the real sword of perfection that are better than the Qianlong gun!

Which one is stronger and weaker is known only by the effort.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Elder Tang Zhigu's pupils contracted, and from the starting hand of Chen Zong, he felt a sharp trend. It was a kind of sharp edge and sharpness that seemed to be able to cut the unparalleled sword of everything.

The awake elder smiled and smiled, but his heart was also surprised. This swordsmanship, he had seen Chen Zong played before, that is, the first battle for the chief king, he never used it again in the future, I did not expect to reproduce it today, already It is a state of perfection, and the momentum alone is many times better than the eagle fencing.

"Perhaps it will not be defeated." Elder Awake secretly thought, as long as Chen Zong can remain undefeated under the gun of Tang Junluo, this is his greatest expectation.

With the spear dancing, Tang Junluo once again put out the Qianlong lance method-Qianlong style!

The starting style of a martial art is very important. Not only can it play the role of succession, but also it can converge its own flaws to the extreme, waiting for the opportunity to find the other party's flaws. The moment of the shot is the fastest time.

The air seemed to freeze, the invisible pressure made the martial arts suffocate, the sound of swallowing saliva became so clear, a trace of sweat oozed from the forehead.

Tang Junluo's eyes collided with Chen Zong's eyes, like electro-optical lasing.

Qianlong's gun-like power like a king over the sky like Qianlong firmly locked Chen Zong. As long as Chen Zong showed a slight flaw, he would immediately be bombarded by a storm.

The sharp trend of the true sword of the eight types of true swords, unparalleled sharpness and no casting, also locks Tang Junluo, so that he has no doubt that as long as he reveals a little flaw, greet himself immediately is an amazing sword light that can split the mountain and stone.

The eyes meet, the momentum collides, the blood gas keeps moving, just like the water of the big river flows continuously for a long time, the burden on the two is not small, the sweat seeps from the forehead and slides down the cheek.

The momentum has risen to the extreme, and it is time to have to send it.

The gun is like a dragon!

True Sword Warriors!

Tamron style!

The bloody dragon pattern on the golden spear, as if alive, turned into a dragon of golden and red colors, rushing out of the abyss, smashing the dance of Jiuxiao, and blasting Chen Zong with unparalleled power.

Fujian style!

The iron sword is out of the sheath, and the sound of friction is like a collision between the gods of heaven and earth, as if Mars sputtered out, the sword light is like a moon, cut the air, the sharpness is unparalleled, cut through everything, and kill Tang Junluo.

One shot, one shot is out of control.

Roaming Dragon!

Panlong style!

Flying Dragon!

Thanglong style!

Sword style!

Ring sword style!

Sword cutting!

Chaos sword style!

Under the strength of 1,400 kilograms, Tang Junluo's every shot was terrifyingly powerful, with an amazing roar of sound, like the waves of the mountains and the sea, and the giant cannon that shattered the sky.

In terms of strength, Chen Zong is not as good as Tang Junluo, but the real power of the eight swords of the real sword is worse than Qianlong's gun method, especially the practice of the three-character fast and stable, which makes Chen Zong's sword stronger.

For a time, gun shadows flew and sword lights surrounded, dazzling and dazzling. After repeated collisions, the momentum was astonishing and exciting, and it was almost deafening.

The gun is straight and the sword is light.

But Tang Junluo's gun is full of domineering, as if a king commanded the world.

Chen Zong's sword is so sharp that he can cut everything apart.

Qianlong, true sword!

Who can be stronger.

"Take my last shot... Canglong style!" With a low drink, Tang Junluo's momentum broke through the limit and reached a new height. With both hands holding the gun, the whole person seemed to be integrated with the golden spear, like a Canglong falling from the sky and breaking its teeth with claws. The clouds tore through the sky, as if they wanted to smash the earth and sink.

"Explode sword style!" The sound of a roaring tiger, like a symphony of gold and iron, is surging from the depth of the throat, such as the thunder and thunder, the feet are exerting force, and the hard ground is pushed out of the two footprints. Chong, mixed with blood, went straight to the right arm, like a sea flowing, the right arm swelled in a circle, and the green tendons were raised.

With a roar, like Tiger King Yueshan, falling like a meteor, there is no reservation. Chen Zong pierced a sword. That sword is not only unsharp, but also imposing.

Countless Mars splashes, the sword is red, and the smell of anxiety permeates.

collision!

Except for Elder Awake and Elder Tang Zhigu, the others only felt their heads flicker, and their extremely sharp voice pierced their ears like needles, causing them headaches, they could not hear anything, and their eyes had to be closed, otherwise A dazzling light will blind them.

The terrible impact made the ground seem to be severely cut with a knife, and a gap was drawn directly.

Tang Junluo and Chen Zong stepped back and back for five consecutive steps after seeing the rifle off and the iron sword broken. Tang Junluo's hands trembling, his fingers curled up, as if he couldn't straighten, Chen Zong's right hand cracked, his blood overflowed, and he was red. Hilt.

With a clear sound, the golden spear fell from the sky and stuck on the ground. The gun body shook itself, and fragments of the iron sword fell like a rainstorm, spilling around.

Who wins and who loses?

"Hahahaha, it's not bad. The Chen family really came up with an amazing genius. This battle was even tied." Elder Tang Zhigu surprised and quickly laughed.

"It's a tie." The awake elder nodded, his old face smiled and blossomed. His original expectation was that Chen Zong would be able to hold on under the gun of Tang Junluo, and there was a gap between the peace and the hand, but now it is a tie. As expected.

In fact, he can fully see that Chen Zong's disadvantage lies in his sword.

Tang Junluo's spear is a treasure-iron weapon, but Chen Zong's iron sword is an ordinary iron weapon. The difference is obvious. If Chen Zong's sword is a Baotie-grade weapon, this time the collision and loss might be Tang Junluo.

However, fighting never pays attention to the so-called fairness, origin, resources, talents, and strength. As long as you embark on the path of martial arts, it is inevitable and inadequate. You have to strive for it yourself.

"Chen Zong, your name, I remember it." Tang Junluo said, carrying his hands, a smile on his face: "After becoming a warrior, I will fight you again, and I hope you can change a better one. Sword."

Bringing the golden spear, Tang Junluo and Elder Tang Zhigu left, and after the reaction, the martial artists of the Chen family were very excited.

Chen Yidao and Chen Yuyao looked at Chen Zong's not tall and strong figure, but found that, unconsciously, he seemed to be looking up to each other.

When did this change begin?

Unconsciously, there was another trace of pride in their hearts. Chen Zong came out from the tribe of Xiaohu Town with them.

"Chen Zong, very good." Elder Waking up came over without concealing his appreciation: "How many times have your blood tempered?"

"Five times." Chen Zong did not hide.

"Is it to the limit?" the waking elder surprised.

"No." Chen Zong also answered truthfully.

"That is to say, you can refine the blood gas at least six times." Elder Wake is even more pleasantly surprised.

Six times of blood tempering, that is the highest record among the Chen family. Chen Zong showed amazing talent for practicing sword. Now, this talent for blood cultivation is also very extraordinary, which makes him happy.

"Well, Tang Junluo defeated the two giants and the genius martial arts of the other four families, but was only blocked by you. Chen Zong, in view of your reputation as the Chen family, you should be a reward." The wake-up elder was a little excited: "You go Receive a fine iron sword in the weapon room. Later, I will let you send you a piece of Huyang Zhuanggu ointment and a hundred energy pills."

"Thank you Elder." Chen Zong smiled heartily.

"This is what you deserve." Elder Awake was very satisfied.

"Fine Iron Sword!" The martial arts envy one after another, especially the members of the swordsmanship group.

Weapons can be divided into three levels, ordinary iron level, refined iron level, and treasure iron level.

The vast majority of warriors in the family can only use iron-level weapons. Only after becoming a warrior, they can be granted fine iron-level weapons. As for the treasure-iron level, it is difficult. Only those who are very important are eligible to obtain them. .

In terms of value, a sword of iron grade is about twenty or thirty jade dollars, but the value of a sword of fine iron grade is at least ten times as much as that of treasure iron grade.

In addition, the reward of a piece of Huyang Zhuanggu ointment also made the martial artists jealous.

A piece of Huyang Zhuanggu ointment can be used to make Huyang Zhuanggu wine of at least ten altars according to size. It has a very significant effect on blood gas refining. As for energy pills, although the effect is not good, there are also a lot of 100 capsules .

"Chen Zong, I look at the last sword-building technique you used. It's very mysterious. What's the name?" Elder Xing asked again.

"Eight Swords of Real Sword." Chen Zong replied with a little deep contemplation.

"You may wish to give this swordsmanship to Clan Hall." Awakening Elder's tone is hot, and his eyes are full of expectations: "Relax, if you want, I can make a higher award for you, and choose a treasure iron sword and ten tigers. Yangzhuang Bone Paste."

The surrounding samurai, who were short of breath, especially those of the swordsmanship group, were about to faint.

Chen Zong was stunned, shocked and very emotional.

For swordsmen, the attractiveness of a good sword is unparalleled. That is not only a hobby mentality, just like antique collectors getting rare antiques, but also can bring a significant increase in their own strength.

It can be said that if in the previous battle, he was holding a treasure iron sword, I was afraid that he had defeated Tang Junluo.

As for the ten pieces of Huyang Zhuanggu ointment, the attraction is not small.

"Elder, this swordsmanship is taught by a senior. Without his consent, I can't make a decision without permission." Chen Zong thought for a while, and finally said.

The eight types of true swords are passed on by the mysterious sword tips. They are very mysterious, and it is enough for you to practice yourself.

"It's okay." Elder Xing also knew that it was not easy, especially because it was taught by seniors, and he no longer struggled with it: "Practice well and win glory for the family."