Sword God

Yang Yigu's swordsmanship is amazing.

"It seems to be chaotic and tidy, and seeks for correctness in a strange way. Brother Yang is good at swordsmanship." Chen Zong exclaimed.

"It can be seen that you admire my swordsmanship." Yang Yigu shook his head and raised the wine gourd, not forgetting to sell his own wine: "Come for a glass."

"Okay." Chen Zong picked up the new cup and put it away. He was curious, why Yang Yigu always asked people to drink his wine, and why the people he called refused one by one.

Then, Chen Zong knew what bitter fruit was.

Where is this wine? It is clearly a bitter drink, and it is not only bitter but also very hard, but it is also unacceptable. Chen Zong finally knows why those people quickly refused when they heard Yang Yigu asked for wine.

"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu looked at the tangled face of Chen Zong and couldn't help shaking his head and sighed: "My wine is brewed with more than a dozen of first and second grade herbs, which can nourish the body and nourish qi and blood. I don’t think this wine is like a person. If you don’t have a good background, you have to taste the bitter fruit before you can do it.”

Chen Zong wasn't easy to spit it out, so he just contained it in his mouth, allowing the bitterness to permeate the entire mouth and scalp numbness.

Slowly, Chen Zong was keenly aware that a trace of sweetness grew from bitterness, spreading a little bit, and finally replaced the bitterness into sweetness.

The tangled comfort of his face unfolded, replaced by a joy, swallowed in one bite, warm and comfortable.

"It's hard to drink, good wine." Chen Zong sighed heartily, and made Yang Yigu's eyes bright as if he saw his confidant.

"From now on, I will recognize you as a friend, Yang Yigu." Yang Yigu's hazy eyes seem to become clear in an instant, a serious tone, and immediately, he will return to the original drunk and hazy look, that scene is like an illusion.

If you change to others, especially those of good background, you can’t really feel the taste contained in the bitter liquor, but Chen Zong understands, just like his ten years before and this year and the future Kind of portrayal.

Yang Yigu, too.

At the banquet, another discussion ended.

"Kong Lianshan, you are just a civilian, what can you do with me and wait for the six Xiaojie, come out, I want to let you know that you don't have this qualification." Wang Shenghong got up and pointed directly at Kong Lianshan, you're welcome.

"As you wish." Kong Lianshan sat down like a rock, his face unchanged and responded with a deep voice, slowly got up and walked towards the middle.

"Look at the fist." Wang Shenghong hurried out, his fists slammed into Kong Lianshan like a rolling stone, as if the sound of a stone rolling down the mountain continued.

This is the foundation-building martial arts method of rolling stone fist.

Kong Lianshan's face was calm, his arms were stretched, his palms were raised, his rock palms were spread, and he was steady and steady.

Wang Shenghong’s fist is fierce and continuous, Kong Lianshan’s palms are stable, one attack and one defense, both of them are in the Qi and Blood Realm, and they have both tempered the blood Qi six times, and they are all in between. The outcome depends on the combat ability of the two.

Fists hit, dull sounds like drums roaring, rumbling.

For a time, Wang Shenghong was unable to break through Kong Lianshan's defense, and the more he looked, the more ugly his face was. After all, he himself had to learn Kong Lianshan from his exit. On the other hand, Kong Lianshan looked calm and calm.

"Boulder Break!" Wang Shenghong directly urged the power of Qi and Blood to show off the first heavy stone break of the inferior martial arts martial arts fist method.

The boulder breaking in the entry level caused Wang Shenghong's fist to swell, as if it had become a huge stone, and hit the Lianshan Mountain fiercely.

Kong Lianshan's expression slightly changed, immediately activating the power of Qi and Blood, and his palms seemed to be enlarged, as if the grinding disc was turning.

"Panshan does not move!"

The first introduction to Panshan palm method.

Collisions, terrible muffled sounds came into everyone's ears, making them tremble.

"Boulder broken!"

Unbreakable, Wang Shenghong was furious, and blood burst out again and again, and his fists continued to hit the boulders in a row, like a big boulder hitting Kong Lianshan.

Kong Lianshan also exploded blood again and again, exerting Panshan's motionless defense, as if the two sides were struggling to consume.

The martial arts of grade should be urged by the power of qi and blood, which will consume the power of qi and blood, and the excessive exertion of the power of qi and blood will reduce its own strength.

After several bombardments, Wang Shenghong's complexion turned pale, and the energy of qi and blood consumed a lot. If it erupted again, it might damage the foundation and outweigh the gains.

After a pause, Kong Lianshan took the opportunity to wave his hands and beat, one palm was resisted, and the other palm was printed on Wang Shenghong's chest, slamming, like drumming, Wang Shenghong repeatedly retreated, feeling that the chest seemed to be crushed, and the pain was endless.

"Humph." Wang Shenghong's pale face was filled with resentment, and his lesson was defeated. He was very annoyed, but he said nothing and sat down.

"Kong Lianshan is good at defense. If he fights against it, he will either find a flaw or defeat it with a stronger attack. There is no other way." Chen Zong secretly said.

Then, someone challenged each other to learn from each other, one after another.

Most of the discussions are based on building martial arts, and they are all battles against one another.

Different people, different martial arts, and different fighting styles have greatly expanded Chen Zong's horizons, and thus formed a kind of accumulation, which may not have any effect now, but as time passes, it will affect subtlely. Chen Zong's practice in the future will advance in a better direction.

From time to time, I discussed with Yang Yigu again, expressing my views on fighting and swordsmanship, and communicating with each other.

"Chen Zong, you are only a tribe of people, and you are not qualified to be the sixth fellow with me." Yang Feiyu's eyes flashed with rage, and he pointed his sword at Chen Zong.

Obviously, Yang Feiyu transferred his anger at Yang Yigu to Chen Zong. Who told him that he could not help Yang Yigu, and Chen Zong talked with Yang Yigu very much.

However, since someone named himself to challenge himself, of course Chen Zong will not refuse. To be honest, after seeing so many battles, his hands have been itchy.

Standing up, pulling the sword, Jianguang gently rocked and moved towards Yang Feiyu.

"The tribes are tribes, and they can't even use the Baotiejian. Do you want me to give you one?" Yang Feiyu glanced at the long sword in Chen Zong's hand, and a sneer hung in the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, just the one in your hand." Chen Zong's answer made Yang Feiyu's face stunned, and then his face was blue, which made other people stunned and couldn't help laughing.

Yang Feiyu moved his stone and hit his feet.

The value of a treasure iron sword is not low, not to mention giving it to someone you hate, don't even think about it.

"Don't try your best to speak your tongue." Yang Feiyu's voice was cold, spurted with a sword, light and fast, and it was a perfect Feihong sword.

A sword followed by a sword, followed by Jianguang, as if flying endlessly, piercing Chen Zong from all angles.

Chen Zong's expression was indifferent, his wrist turned, and the long sword came out, and a sharp eagle chirping sounded, which made everyone mistakenly think that there was an eagle, which was very harsh.

In terms of height, the fencing of eagle is similar to that of Feihong, but Chen Zong's eagle fencing is more practicable than that of Feihong.

Sword after sword, blinking, dozens of sword lights pierced by Yang Feiyu were smashed.

Jian Guang was sharp and pierced Yang Feiyu's eyebrows, so dazzling that he couldn't look directly. When he saw clearly, he only felt that the eyebrows had been pierced by a needle, and he stretched out his hand, a little scarlet.

"Quick sword!"

"What a sharp sword!"

Everyone whispered and marveled.

Tang Junluo's eyes gleamed sharply, and from Chen Zong's sword, he could see that the opponent's sword was faster, more accurate and sharper.

"That's all right." Tang Junluo secretly said: "Otherwise, defeating you, there will be no sense of accomplishment."

Yang Yigu paused while holding the wine gourd in his left hand, a trace of fine awn flashed in his eyes, and Chen Zong's swordsmanship was beyond his expectations.

At this point, Yang Feiyu was defeated.

"Go to death!" Yang Feiyu was not reconciled. This Chen Zong, the more he looked at it, the more he hated it, and he dared to hurt himself.

Flying eagle kill!

The Baotie sword was sharp, and the tip of the sword was like an eagle's beak.

"stop!"

"you dare!"

The fierce tiger skill, the blood runs, the power increases greatly, the willow sword swordsmanship in the state of the micro, like the wind sword willow, between the swings, it touches the flying eagle kill gently, and the touch is closed, the fencing company of the eagle in the state of micro Click to kill, continuously hit the flying eagle to kill the surrounding, fast and stable interpretation to the extreme.

The shadows of the shadows in the inferior realm are used, the sword light is dazzling and dazzling, and it suddenly becomes a shadow. The alternation of light and shadow makes people look trance.

With the fierce tiger skill urging the increase of blood and energy, the three swordsmanship of the invisible state continuously changed and alternated, defeating the flying eagle and killing, and one sword tangled to Yang Feiyu's face.

Yang Feiyu's pupils contracted and his face was horrified, but the sword was too fast, and he showed no mercy towards the throat.

"Sword under mercy!" a group of people shouted, Tang Junhao even shot directly, I don't know when he had a spear in his hand, the power of blood exploded, and a shot was assassinated as fast as a meteor chasing the moon.

The tip of the gun and the tip of the sword touched lightly, and the terrible force blocked Chen Zong's sword. Chen Zong quickly retracted the sword, but the tip of the sword was still broken.

Tang Junhao has a spear in his hand, but it is a treasure iron grade, and it is still the best quality iron grade. Chen Zong's long sword is a very ordinary iron grade, and it is inevitable.

"Yang Feiyu, you are not welcome here, please leave." Tang Junhao said angrily. Only then did everyone see that his sword clearly wanted to kill Chen Zong.

Yang Feiyu went away with a big face on his face.

"Sorry, your sword was damaged by me. I will compensate you." Tang Junhao turned to look at Chen Zong, showing a smile: "Come here, take the treasure iron sword."

"No, fine iron sword is enough." Chen Zong said in a shock, quickly said.

The tip of the sword is an extremely important part of a sword. If it is damaged, the power of the sword will be greatly reduced.

"Without the Tiejian sword, how can you fight me to the fullest." Tang Junluo said, everyone was shocked.

What Tang Jun Luo said, could Chen Zong even become his opponent?

Did you look at him too high?

Soon, someone sent a treasure iron sword to Tang Junhao, and Tang Junhao handed it to Chen Zong, with a firm tone: "Your sword technique makes me breathtaking and deserves this sword."

"Thank you." Chen Zong took the Baotie sword solemnly with both hands, holding the ebony handle in his right hand, and pulled out a bit with a bit of force, his eyes sharpened, and the blade appeared slightly blue, reflecting his eyes.