Sword God

"as you wish!"

In the surprise expectation of everyone, Chen Zong's pace was fast.

Dot, bounce and slip, intertwined quickly, back to the seat, the left hand clasped the hilt lying quietly on the table, and the right hand crossed a perfect arc inward.

The light sword sounded into the ear, and that was the sound of the sword body rubbing into the scabbard.

Staggered front and back, low body shape, center of gravity in front, body shape turned to the left, left hand clasped the scabbard close to the waist, five fingers of the right hand bluffed, close to the hilt, and eyes became extremely sharp, making people unable to look directly.

A trace of indescribable fierceness, condensed on Chen Zong, instantly diffused away, the whole person seemed to become a sword, the edge of the world was shocked by the world, and gradually restrained, all hidden in the sheath, just waiting for the sheath The moment, weeping ghosts and gods.

The eight styles of the real sword... The sword style!

"What swordsmanship is that?"

"It's so sharp."

The exclamation sounded one after another.

Yang Yigu Li Zhenshi and others who practiced swords almost got up and were surprised. They could more clearly feel the kind of unparalleled sharpness condensed on Chen Zong.

Unmatched momentum, unique.

As if... It seems to be a perfect fit with the sword in your hand.

As if...the whole is a real sword...sword!

Tang Junluo's eyes seemed to have golden light radiating, and with a low drink, like a dragon roar, his hands ran with a long gun and assassinated from the air, turning into a golden dragon to rush out of the abyss, carrying unparalleled strength and power, just like breaking mountains Boom towards Chen Zong.

A sharp burst, a slight tremor, a big five finger spread on the right hand, then buckle the hilt and pull the sword!

Swords sounded melodiously, and if afterglows could go around Liang for three days.

The sharp sword light cuts through the air, if the moon in the night sky passes, the crown is ancient and modern.

Sword draw!

Under the power of the fierce tiger, the power of qi and blood runs, and the arm strength reaches the perfection of the two thousand catties. The sword is drawn to the extreme, and it is extremely strong. You are all hard and strong, and you can’t resist this sword. To the extreme, nothing is cut.

Once the sword was cut, the golden dragon appeared as though a wail, the dragon's head was cut off, and it was broken directly.

Thanks to the basic eighteen styles and the practice of fast quasi-steady stability, and thanks to the three-basic sword-building swordsmanship, the eight types of true swords have gone further in the realm of consummation, and are closer to the realm of embarrassment.

If the body is ups and downs, if you step back and move forward, your body is unstoppable, as if you are going forward.

Sword out without return!

Magnificent!

Sword style!

Tang Junluo shook with a single shot and turned into a dragon dance.

Tamron style!

However, the Tamron was defeated under the sword-like tyrannical impact, unmatched.

"What the hell is that?"

"Why is it so terrible?"

Everyone around was shocked.

It's not that they are making a fuss, but that Chen Zong's swordsmanship is too powerful. Compared with the ordinary first-class inferior swordsmanship, it is not inferior, even better.

After all, the foundational sword technique does not need to explode and consume the power of blood.

Hearty!

A good sword gives Chen Zong the feeling, as if he had thousands of troops, he could cut it with one sword.

Pride sent forth, asked who can stop me?

Ring sword style!

Sword cutting!

At this moment, the power gap between the two sides seemed to be eliminated, except that the stunning sword light seemed to penetrate everything and cut everything.

Tang Junluo clenched the root of his teeth, he had no idea at all. Chen Zongyi, who was holding the Baotie sword, displayed that sword technique, which would be so terrible that it was completely beyond his expectation. At the same time, he also understood that this paragraph Time itself has made obvious progress, the other party's progress, I'm afraid it will be greater.

But what about that?

I have a dragon gun in hand, who can break it?

Faith rises, the momentum is condensed, and it is strengthened. Between the vagueness, it seems that there is a dragon yin from the outside, and it seems to be from the body of Tang Junluo. To some extent, Tang Junluo is in the eighth style of Chen Zongzhenjian Under the pressure, there was a trace of transformation.

Chaos sword style!

The sword light was splattered, like a butterfly wearing flowers, like a rainstorm pouring down, densely endless, like an endless stream, if the huge waves were emptied and surging.

Retreat!

Tang Junluo carried the gun with both hands and tried his best to resist, but he couldn't help but withdraw step by step.

The collision of swords and guns, the piercing gold and iron symphony pierced through the gold crack stone, countless Mars blooming like a meteor in the summer night, and they were endlessly eye-catching, making people dazzled, heart-shaking, heart-warming. .

Sword style!

A sword, like the wind breaking through the sky, like a meteor by month, seems to come from the sky beyond the sky, through the dazzling flowers, through the mountains and the mountains, through the sky.

A bit cold, if the flying stars outside the sky, magnify in front of Tang Junluo's eyes, flooding the whole world, and also magnify in the eyes of everyone, leaving the world independent.

Almost there!

The arms swell, the green tendons are raised like a python, the power seems to exceed the limit, the hands dance, and the spears are like the wheels.

The point of the sword was closed at once, but the power exploded instantaneously, causing the golden dragon gun in Tang Junluo's hands to tremble, his arms oscillated and retreat again and again.

Take a step forward with your left foot, struggling to turn to the right, holding the sword in your right arm as if pulling a big bow backwards, and pointing the sword in your left hand to point to Tang Junluo, with a force like a whirlwind rising from the soles of your feet, straight through the waist to the right The arm and right arm swelled in a circle, and the blood like volcanic magma was about to spray out, and the extreme force was not spitting.

Explosive sword!

The last sword of the eight swords of the real sword, the strongest one.

With a sword, it seems to be able to smash boulders, penetrate mountains, and crack the earth, go straight to the sky and break through the sky for nine days, pass through the moon, and destroy the moon.

Everyone felt a terrifying edge, as if they were to smash them all and turn them into powder, making them horrified.

"Canglong style!"

Tang Junluo's pressure was the most direct and the strongest. The whole person was suffocating and almost collapsed, but he was firm in his belief, bursting out a body of power, and gave a roar, like a dragon going to sea for nine days.

The dragon gun was urged to the extreme, and the dragon pattern on the gun exuded a bloody brilliance, as if it were to turn into a dragon's claws and dance its claws out of the gun.

The roar and the gun were combined into one, and all the strength and power were poured into one. It instantly broke a certain kind of shackles and entered a new realm.

Submerged Dragon Shooting Method...

A shot of Canglong style makes me invincible!

This is the strongest one-hit collision.

Sword and Gun, Sword Point and Gun Point, Explosive Sword and Dragon Style!

collision!

There was a sharp tear in the eardrum. Immediately, I could not hear anything. The countless Mars in front of me splashed, the color faded, and became black and white. Everything was empty and distorted.

Breath, breath and breath!

Only a little more than a dozen breathing times passed before the faint voice sounded, as if it came slowly from the horizon, it became clear, the black and white in front of him was stained, and gradually became alive, returning to its original state.

Chen Zong stepped back five steps, his feet left five marks on the hard floor, the sword body trembled violently, the right hand holding the sword shivered, the tiger's mouth cracked, and a trace of blood flowed down the hilt.

Tang Junluo's hands were empty, palms were scratched, blood beads oozed out and his hands were red, his hands were still shaking, the golden dragon gun didn't know when to insert it on the back of the seat behind Tang Junluo, the gun body shook.

But their eyes are still sharp and overbearing.

All around, there was a total silence, and no sound of breathing could be heard, only the shaking of the sword and gun body was clearly visible.

It took more than ten breathing hours before other sounds sounded.

"Chen Zong, you have won this battle." Tang Junluo put his hands down behind him and said heartily.

"It should have been my victory." Chen Zong also admitted not to shy away. He put the sword into the sheath, grabbed the white cloth on one side, and wiped the blood on the handle of the sword.

In the end, it seems to be evenly matched, but with one sword in hand and one gun off, there will naturally be a conclusion.

After carefully looking at the sword in his hand for a few moments, such a collision, even though there was no damage, it was indeed a treasure-iron sword, which made Chen Zong even more admirable.

"Wonderful!" Tang Junhao clapped his hands, without concealing his appreciation. Even with the cultivation of the sixth floor of his bloody realm, he felt that this battle was brilliant and impeccable.

Applause sounded, very fierce, at this moment, no matter who it is, let go of the mustache.

Because, they are all warriors.

Applause stopped.

"Chen Zong, what kind of swordsmanship did you use, and why is it your name?" Tang Junluo asked, and everyone also raised their ears and was very curious.

"Eight Swords of Real Sword." Chen Zong said indifferently.

"Eight Swords of the True Sword?" The people looked at each other with the name. They had never heard of this name, even Li Zhenshi, who was the young master of the swordsmanship family, had never heard of it.

But it does not hinder, from now on, this swordsmanship name will be imprinted in their hearts forever, and will be unforgettable until death.

"Eight Swords of Real Sword... Your sword is worthy of the four words of true sword Wushuang." Tang Junluo said.

"It's not enough." Chen Zong said, not humility, but to tell the truth.

So far, the competition of the Thang Long Club is basically over. Chen Zong and Tang Junluo apply medicine to the wound to stop bleeding.

The people did not leave in a hurry, but continued to stay and talk to each other about their views and exchange martial arts experiences.

"Thank you for the banquet and leave."

"Farewell."

"Farewell."

There is no feast in the world, and the dragon will last for a long time, and it should be over. Everyone has got up to say goodbye to Tang Junhao and Tang Junluo.

"Chen Zong, I am very happy in the battle today, but I will fight you again in the future, and will inevitably defeat you." Tang Junluo looked directly at Chen Zong, saying one by one, not discouraged by the momentary defeat High spirits.

"I can't stand still." Chen Zong smiled and raised the sword in his hand: "In addition, thank you for your precious iron sword, I like it very much."

"Tang Junluo, I am very dissatisfied with today's battle. In the coming day, I will definitely ask you to show your full strength." Zhao Wangcheng's face was cold.

"You can't catch up with me." Tang Junluo's domineering declaration.

"Come and walk, or find a place to drink." Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong's shoulder and asked.

"Next time." Chen Zong responded with a smile, he still has something to do, drinking or something, not so important.

"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor, and I will ask you for a chance if I have a chance." Li Zhenshi left a sentence when he walked by.

"Brother Li, wait a moment." Chen Zong hurried to catch up. He also wanted to ask what was the realm above the inferior realm.