Sword God

"It seems that everyone wants to compete for the top three." Qin Xinshi's mouth hung with a smile. With such a heart of contention, he was happy to see: "The rules are still the same as before. Don’t deliberately join forces against one person. Now, a hundred people are fighting."

Almost at the moment when Qin's new-style voice fell, a hundred people moved, immediately moved their feet, quickly distanced themselves from others, and then waited for the opportunity to shoot.

Being able to survive from the two melee battles not only has luck, but its comprehensive strength is even better.

For a time, no one shot easily, looked at the left and right sides, and in front of them, vigilant, and try not to have enemies behind him.

A very strange scene appeared, a hundred people were distributed around the edge of the big ring, watching one after another.

Immediately, some people started to move, and as soon as they shot, they went to the side and formed a serial reaction, and everyone moved.

Fist breaking through the air, screaming in the wind, legs running, sword light sharp, knife light cold...

Everyone came up with real skills, but they did not explode their full strength. Under the melee, it is necessary to keep their hands.

Chen Zongjian flew through the air like lightning, wiping out a spark and splashing away.

Under the sword, one person was repelled, but did not fall into the ring, but then someone seized the opportunity to attack continuously until the man was forced to fall back into the ring. Like this, it was not a deliberate joint effort, not to violate the rules.

As the first person fell to the ring, it seemed to set a precedent, and soon the second and third appeared.

"Every level of Qi and Blood Realm is on the fifth floor, and think about the first three." A warrior from the top of the Qi and Blood Realm on the sixth floor quietly killed from behind, and shot decisively and fiercely.

Chen Zong's figure was like a willow-like, drifting forward with the palm wind, and then flashing, disappeared in front of the man's eyes, the sword light was horizontal, and the light and shadow were staggered, and a sword was directly cut on his back, immediately I felt my back was torn and blood was flowing out.

Immediately, there was a boxing wind roaring on the front, and Chen Zong punched him with various punches, knocking him off the ring.

With the sword traversing, the sword light is changing, or light or fast or fierce or fierce. Each sword has a strength of at least three thousand catties, and it is difficult to resist under the outbreak.

One two three...

"Good boy." Qin Xinshi's eyes lit up again. From the beginning of the melee, his main focus was on Chen Zong. He found that Chen Zong was not only superb in swordsmanship, but also had a lot of combat experience, and he had a good grasp of the timing. Fully equipped with the qualities of a truly strong man.

Of course, at this time, Chen Zongxiu was still weak and weak, which only represented his great potential.

For a warrior, the potential is very important. Without potential, there is not much future. The word potential is not a single talent that can replace it. It is related to many aspects.

Talent, mentality, will, etc.

Apart from Chen Zong, he will also look at Tang Junluo Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng, these three people who are tied with Chen Zong as Fengwu Sixiaoying, although they are not as good as Chen Zong, they should not be underestimated, especially Tang Junluo, during the warrior period, tempered his blood eight times, which was also achieved by a handful of talents throughout the history of Qi Yao Wu Yuan.

Bao Tiejian is in Chen Zong's hands, as if he is going to come alive, with many changes. The other party's attack will kill him, and he will soon be defeated by Chen Zong's sword, and then find a trace of flaws.

On the side of the Chen family, watching Chen Zong still being at ease on the big ring platform, they all smiled.

"It was the drizzle of Chen Zong's siege, just deal with it." Elder Wei's eyes flashed a bit of fierce power, and it was only very dangerous. Almost Chen Zong was about to be seriously injured and disqualified.

There are fewer and fewer people on the big ring, but the pressure on everyone is increasing.

This kind of scuffle, like the big waves of sand, leaving all the essence.

Chen Zong and Tang Junluo still did not meet positively. Perhaps, they have a subconscious mind in their respective hearts.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Qin Xin's voice sounded, and everyone on the big platform paused. At first glance, there were only the last ten left of the hundred: "Now, ten of you will decide the last three. , According to the position of your standing, from left to right, in order from No. 1 to No. 10.

Chen Zong is number three, Tang Junluo is number two, Li Zhenshi is number six, and Zhao Wangcheng is number eight.

"No. 1 and No. 10, No. 2 and No. 9, No. 3 and No. 8, No. 4 and No. 7 and No. 5 and No. 6 are the winners. They are promoted to compete for the top three." Qin Xin's concise words: "Except The eight other people, except for number one and number ten, are temporarily waiting to the side."

The No. 1 comes from the Tang family, the No. 10 comes from a small family. Both of them are the top of the sixth floor of the Qi and Blood Realm. The No. 10 can kill the encirclement from more than 900 people, and even enter the final duel, have to say its own strength Extraordinary.

The No.1 spear was in his hand, dancing, and a violent whirlwind whizzed away.

The tenth was trained as a plate axe, and the warriors who used this type of weapon were relatively rare. They were either very bad or very good. No doubt that the tenth was quite good in the use of the plate axe, otherwise it would have been eliminated.

But in the end, it was still No. 1 in technology. After all, it was from a wealthy family, with a heritage not found in ordinary small families.

No. 1 won and advanced, and losing on the 10th was eliminated.

The second game, number two versus number nine.

The second is Tang Junluo, his opponent is Sun Li, one of the five grand families.

One is a five-layer peak for Qi and Blood Realm, and one is a six-layer peak for Qi and Blood Realm, but it is hard to say who can win.

With a golden dragon-shaped lance in hand, Tang Junluo's eyes were domineering, as if he was a king who led his own soldiers to the battlefield. His opponent, with a solemn look, did not dare to be underestimated.

war!

Sun Li shot, as a cheetah assaulted forward, approaching Tang Junluo, his fists quickly exploded, the whole person seemed to be really transformed into a cheetah, fast and fierce and extremely powerful.

Tang Junluo's eyes became sharp, and the fine mane burst out, the spear was in his hand, and he suddenly bounced, as if the dragon was out of the abyss, and the gun was like a dragon.

Sun Li tumbled, avoiding a thorn in the spear, and suddenly exploded at a faster speed to kill Tang Junluo. Tang Junluo's arms shook, and the golden spear shuddered, undulating like waves.

Sun Li rolled over again, avoiding a long shot and bombarding the ring, breaking the ring directly and spreading it away.

Turning up, Sun Li spread his fists like a cheetah, swift and fierce, a series of attacks, whistling fist sharp, can crush the bluestone general, oppressing Tang Junluo.

Tang Junluo had to practice martial arts of footwork, retreating like You Long.

The spear was picked one by one, and the golden spear shadow turned into a sky, which turned into countless spears.

The power of Sun Li's Qi and blood exploded completely, and there was a tyrannical roar around his body, as if a virtual image of a cheetah appeared, smashing the gunman, and punching Tang Junluo's chest with a punch. Department, blood dripping.

It was a loss of both defeats, but Tang Junluo wore a silver silk inner armor to offset part of the power of that punch, plus his own resistance, but was only slightly injured.

Sun Li seemed to have many wounds and blood, but it was only a slight wound.

It hasn't really been the winner yet, and we can fight again.

In the end, Sun Li retreated, he knew very well that, in his own state, he might be able to defeat Tang Junluo, but he was bound to be injured. In the next game, it was difficult to beat, and the top three were hopeless.

Tang Junluo won.

In the third game, No. 3 is duel on No. 8.

The true sword Chen Zong's showdown against the cold sword Zhao Wangcheng is undoubtedly exciting.

At the last Dragon Party held by Tang Junluo, Chen Zong played with Li Zhenshi and Tang Junluo separately, but he did not fight against Zhao Wangcheng. Now, he has arrived.

"Chen Zong, I will beat you." Zhao Wangcheng's eyes were extremely cold and his tone was sharp.

"Come on." Chen Zong smiled slightly, and Bao Tiejian pointed directly at Zhao Wangcheng. To be honest, he was still a little curious about Zhao Wangcheng. After all, he was also one of the four heroes of Fengwu.

Zhao Wangcheng's face was harsh and he stepped out in one step and went straight in. The long knife became cold and turned into a cold light of the forest. It struck like a lightning, and the shock of the cold swept through.

Chen Zong did not shy away, striding forward one step forward, there was a kind of unceasing progress, the wrist was trembling, the treasure iron sword pulled out the blossoming sword flowers, and spread out, and then, among the blossoming sword flowers, A Sen Leng Jian Feng broke away.

Sword Qihui!

Zhao Wangcheng's show was the thirteen kills for the Zhao family's foundation knife. The sword was fierce. One knife was stronger than the other, and the knife was converged. When it was used for the thirteenth knife, the power would become very scary.

Moreover, after such a period of time, Wang Zhaocheng finally seized the opportunity to cultivate the cold front thirteen kills to the point of insignificance, and the power was stronger.

The qi and blood transportation is as sharp as a blade, which further strengthens the power of the cold front thirteen kills.

However, Chen Zong was not weak at all, and the thunder thunder sword technique spread into the micro-level, the glare and thunder Ming intersect, the momentum is amazing, the sword is extremely powerful, smashing a blade of light.

In terms of power, the Thunder Sword is no less inferior to the cold front thirteen kills.

In terms of combat experience and skills and grasping the timing, Chen Zong even outperformed Zhao Wangcheng.

On the cultivation base, the two are flush.

In terms of practicing exercises, Chen Zong's true sword is even stronger.

However, fighting three or five moves, Chen Zong began to take the upper hand to suppress Zhao Wangcheng.

"Ice flow knife method ice flow cut!"

Without any hesitation, Zhao Wangcheng directly exploded the power of blood and blood, and exhibited the first level of ice flow chopping in the human-level middle class martial arts ice flow knife method. Be more tyrannical.

With a knife, an amazing cold light appeared, as if the ice was freezing, and it fell down like a landslide. The cold permeated the surroundings, and the air seemed to be covered with white mist, which was shocking.

Chen Zong not only did not dodge, but came out with a sword. The eight sword lights instantly turned into one, unstoppable.

"Splitlessness has really reached the state of great success!" Elder Wei and other Chen family narrowed their eyes, secretly excited, I heard about it before, but I saw it with my own eyes today.

Directly smashing the cold and cold sword-like light, striking the long sword, striking the moment of Zhao Wangcheng, the wrist turned, and changed to the sword body to beat, repel Zhao Wangcheng.

Zhao Wangcheng had silver silk inner armor and was not seriously injured. However, he was repelled and could not stop.

There is no doubt that he was defeated with a long knife in his hand.