Sword God

The mountain wind roared, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and the light and shadow were disordered.

Chen Zong produced the sword, the sword was blazing, spreading in all directions, the light disappeared, the sword was already in the sheath, as if it had never been pulled out.

The mountain wall in front is like tofu, and a new sword mark is added, and the starting end is sharp.

"The same power consumption, the power of the skylight cloud shadow sword, at least increased by 10%." Chen Zongxi said.

The Skylight Cloud Shadow Sword is undoubtedly the strongest swordsmanship he has mastered. One-step killing, but he couldn't find the clue before. Now he has some insights and integrates the essence of the beamsword swordsmanship into it.

10%, does not sound strong, the actual effect is obvious.

The warriors are fighting, and the difference of one point is enough to determine life and death.

Pulling the sword, the sword light is shining, like the starlight shining, as if a lone star emerged, and came to the world. When it dissipated, there was a new sword hole on the mountain wall, up to three inches deep.

The mountain wall has withstood the wind and rain for many months, and it is quite hard. It can penetrate three inches with a sword, which is amazingly powerful.

"Are you a disciple of Jianyaotang of Qiyao Wuyuan?" Suddenly, a gentle voice came, and Chen Zong looked back, not knowing when, there was a person standing more than ten meters behind him, looking like he was thirty or forty. The look is ordinary, but those eyes are unforgettable.

Bright is like a sword out of the sheath, deep like the ocean.

A white robe, personable and elegant, with a long sword on his waist, seems to be a decoration, just like ancient scholars like to wear swords.

But if someone really thinks so, I don't know how to die.

Chen Zongmin found that when the mountain wind blew past, the man’s hair and clothing angle did not flutter for half a minute, as if still. The man stood there clearly, but gave himself a kind of illusion, like the clouds in the sky. Unpredictable feelings of change.

Very alert, Chen Zong's eyes were sharp, staring at each other.

Maybe not, but I won’t sit still.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged man spoke again, and his gentle voice seemed to contain a power to appease people's hearts, without any slight malicious intention, and gradually relaxed the sense of urgency in Chen Zong's heart.

"Chen Zong." Chen Zong's voice was solemn.

"The swordsmanship is good." The middle-aged man didn't seem to see the vigilance and alertness under Chen Zong's eyes, and smiled faintly. After the words fell, his body disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

"It's strange..." Chen Zong couldn't help shaking his head, his face full of doubts, an unreal feeling, and he was certain that someone had just appeared in front of him and spoke to himself.

"Practice strength?"

"It should not be."

"Is it true martial arts..." Chen Zong couldn't help but take a breath.

After receiving the inheritance of Jianglong Real Man and knowing the existence of True Martial Realm, this is also the first time I have seen a real True Martial Realm Powerful. Shaking his head, Real Martial Realm is still too far away.

...

"Two refined blood fruits are refined and cultivated to reach the peak of the six levels of Qi and Blood Realm. The power of Skylight Cloud Shadow Sword is increased by 10%. The lone star swordsmanship reaches the level of Xiaocheng Realm first. The overall strength has some progress."

Carrying the iron scales of the scorpion tail and the bloodthirsty iron scale beast and fangs and claws, etc., Chen Zong went down the mountain quickly.

Uphill for several days, tomorrow will be his turn to enter the boiling blood pool, just with the help of the boiling blood pool, the cultivation will break through to the seventh floor of the Qi and Blood Realm.

When stepping into Jian Yao Tang, it was too late.

"...There is... Zhenwu..."

"Also... practice sword..."

"...Jian Wu..."

Someone walked in the distance, the conversation was intermittent, and only words and phrases fell into his ears. Chen Zong thought about it.

Go straight to the Baiwu Pavilion, turn over ten scorpion tails and one essence blood fruit, get the voucher, and then sell the six scorpion tails and some herbs and bloodthirsty iron scale animal materials.

Baiwuge is not only responsible for the tasks, not only has the task, but also purchases herbal demon beast materials, etc. Finally, Chen Zong got tens of thousands of white jade money, most of the materials from bloodthirsty iron scale beasts, if the iron scales were damaged Obviously, the value will be higher.

At this point, Bai Yushan's punishment was completed, and the rest was irrelevant to him. He bought a jar of ten pounds of spirits and returned to the small courtyard, throwing Jingdan Neidan into the sealed collection, waiting for seven, seventy-nine days Can be opened to drink.

Leave the small courtyard and go to the dining hall.

"Isn't that Chen Zong?"

"He came back alive."

"It's estimated that he ran back in vain."

Every one of Jian Yaotang’s disciples knew that Chen Zong was punished by Bai Yushan. He wanted to take ten scorpion tails and one spermatozoon. After seeing that Chen Zong disappeared and reappeared, he was still intact and speculated. Endless.

Ignoring them, after using dinner, Chen Zong went to the ninth courtyard to find Chen Chuyun, but Chen Chuyun was not there.

Small courtyard on the 88th.

After a short break, Chen Zong practiced the sword.

...

"Actually completed the punishment task." Bai Yushan was very surprised when he received the news. His eyes narrowed, and a trace of fine flash flashed over. When he thought that Chen Zong not only reached the point of swordsmanship, but also remained lonely in just ten days. When Xing came out to practice the entry level, there was an inexplicable jealousy in his heart.

He didn't know yet that Chen Zong's swordsmanship actually reached a level of five swords and five changes. The advent of Lone Star Sword Art and Lone Star also reached the state of Xiaocheng, otherwise, I don't know if it would directly raise the sword to kill eight Small courtyard on the 18th.

"Cousin, Bai Zhongping didn't come back." Bai Yulou said directly after finding him, let Bai Yushan be confused, and after learning about the causes and consequences, Bai Yushan's tone was firm: "Chen Zong is indeed a bit powerful, but it can't be Zhongping's opponent. "

There are six layers of Qi and Blood Realm and one is eight layers of Qi and Blood Realm. There are seven layers of Qi and Blood Realm between the two sides. The gap is very obvious. No matter how clever Chen Zong's swordsmanship is, it is impossible to cross this gap.

"I think so, it's a bit uneasy." Bai Yulou said, shaking his head: "Maybe Bai Zhongping didn't find Chen Zong."

After practicing the sword, rejuvenate your spirits.

The sky was bright, and Chen Zong received the sword and sheathed and left the small courtyard.

There are eight roads in the Bafangyuanwuchang, seven of which lead to the seven halls respectively, and the eighth to the building of the boiling blood pool.

The boiling pool is opened once a day, from 8 am to 8 pm, for a total of twelve hours for twelve people to practice.

If you can’t enter without time, those warriors will naturally not come over and waste time.

Fortunately, Qi Yao Wu Yuan has regulations that the day before entering the boiling pool, no one else can come to challenge, otherwise it is estimated that there will be many people who are ready to challenge the replacement of places on the Bafangyuan Wuchang.

Continue to follow the curved gravel road. About ten minutes after walking quickly, Chen Zong saw the sign pointing to the left, which reads the boiling blood pool, and the front points to the Qiyao Hall. Only major events will open, right Then lead to the government building.

"I heard that there are iron men and bronze men in the government building. I don't know what it looks like?" Chen Zong was a little curious, but the office building was only opened occasionally, and he could not enter before he opened.

About a few minutes walk out, Chen Zong saw a huge stone house, blue-grey, round, and the top was like a big bowl with an upside down.

The twelve people all arrived at the boiling blood pool, some of them knew each other, talked to each other, and some were strange, irrational to each other.

"Do you know, why does the boiling blood pool only open for twelve hours a day?" An eight-layer disciple of Wu Yaotang's Qi-blood realm seemed to be showing off, and said to the two disciples of the Qi-blood realm next to him.

"Brother please enlighten me?" The two were very respectful.

"As soon as the boiling blood pool is opened, it will continue to emit pure blood gas, and when we enter it, we will absorb the pure blood gas to practice. Twelve hours if it is not turned on, it will produce pure blood gas." It was a nodded uselessly, said rather slyly.

"Then brother, how does the boiling blood pool make pure blood gas?" someone next to him couldn't help asking, curious.

Chen Zong is actually very curious. After all, he feels that the blood pool is miraculous.

"It's enough to know that it's good to practice in the boiling blood pool. Ask what you do." The eight layers of the Qi and Blood realm suffocated, and immediately, a little annoyed, because he didn't know how the boiling blood pool produced pure blood gas. of.

After being scolded, no one asked any more questions, and suddenly became silent, waiting for the time to come.

At eight o'clock, the door of the stone room opened on time, and twelve mermaids entered.

"Hand over the ranking wooden sign," said the deacon of the boiling pool manager in a brown short robe next to the entrance of the gate.

Twelve people took out their ranking wooden signs and gave them to each other.

"Remember, don't run around when you go in. Choose a practice room by one person. No noise, no noise, no conflict. Offenders will be disqualified, and they will not be allowed to enter the blood pool again within a year." The deacon's voice was very rough and aggressive. Grumpy look, but no one ignored him.

Walking into the stone chamber, Chen Zong can see the center of the stone chamber, surrounded by transparent crystals. Inside is a blood-red pool of water about five meters in diameter, which is very viscous and boils like magma. After the rupture, a red mist filled up and spread out in all directions.

Surrounding the blood pond, there are twelve small practice chambers around, each choosing one to enter, sitting cross-legged on a futon woven with silver thread grass.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong could smell the fishy smell into his nostrils, and his blood was as if being summoned, and he was about to move.

Grunt!

The blood bubbles continued to sound, seeming with a peculiar rhythm.

The whole body is warm, as if immersed in the hot spring, it is very comfortable, people want to lie down here, and have a good sleep.

"I really don't know how exactly this pure blood gas was created, it can't appear out of thin air." Chen Zong whispered to himself: "I heard that this boiling blood pool has existed for hundreds of years, even if it is It is amazing to be able to make it yourself and consume it.

Immediately, he shook his head again.

"I came here to practice, but not to explore the secret of the boiling blood pool."

Speaking of it, get rid of all the distractions, focus on yourself, and start running the real sword.

The third layer of true swordsmanship is not only able to increase the power of sword and swordsmanship, but also has a training speed and recovery speed of 35%. It is very amazing. Suddenly, a large amount of pure blood flew to Chen Zong’s side. And go.

Compared with Chen Zong, the eleven others are not bad, but the highest level of practice they have practiced is human-grade, and they have not reached the fourth level, which is far from the third level of Zhenjian Tianjue.