Sword God

One person shocked many Wu Yaotang disciples around.

The anger was turbulent and the waves of anger were stirred in the chest. There was an urge to force yourself to release your anger, but the reason suppressed it. Your goal was Bai Xingye, not others.

"Don't be too rampant." A shout followed by a vigorous figure rushing forward, like a horse charging, imposing.

"Wu Changli is here."

"Okay, Senior Brother Wu's cultivation practice is still seven layers of Qi and Blood Realm, but his strength is comparable to that of Eight Layers of Qi and Blood Realm."

"Brother Wu, teach him well and let him know that just because he wants to be wild in our Wuyao Tang is far from qualified."

"Fuck me!" Wu Changli quickly rushed towards Chen Zong, raising his fist like a big bow that was pulled to the limit, and bombarded it fiercely, like an arrow from the string, very fast, the middle finger joint on the fist face was raised , Like arrows, single point attack is amazing.

"It's you who's going to roll." Chen Zong shouted with anger, the power of blood was surging like a tide, the power was all flowing to the right arm, the palm was slightly red, the palm was inward, and the small descending dragon hand cast To the extreme, slapping forward.

With a bang, the moment when Chen Zong's palm collided with Wu Changli's fist, the inward palm suddenly bombarded, the implied second power burst, the air was broken and made a crackling sound, Wu Changli's arm was shocked, and he stood still Then, his left hand smashed towards Chen Zong's door.

The first shot of the sword collided with Wu Changli's left fist, and the right hand again exhibited a small descending dragon hand, which was also the impact of two forces in the palm of his hand, and Wu Changli retreated.

"impossible!"

"Brother Wu was actually repelled."

"The other party is a disciple of Jian Yaotang. He hasn't drawn his sword until now."

For a while, many Wu Yaotang disciples were surprised, and they felt that their faces were dull. Wu Yaotang disciples were best at kung fu, palms, fingers, etc., and Jian Yaotang disciples were good at swordsmanship. The decent Wu Yaotang disciple was suppressed by a Jian Yaotang disciple with his palm, and he was beaten back repeatedly.

Wu Changli was even more embarrassed, his face flushed with blood and his eyes were almost burst.

"Running horse fist."

With a violent scream, the power of blood and blood suddenly erupted, and a boxing came out, just like a horse charged, the power was amazing.

The sword light flickered, as if striking everyone's eyes in an instant, so that the unguarded were stabbing and closed quickly, and a melodious sword sound came from their ears. When they opened their eyes again, they saw Wu Changli being beaten by a sword Forced back.

"Ten horse charge!"

Wu Changli once again exploded the power of blood and blood, double fists blasted out in succession, ten consecutive fists, each punch was as powerful as a horse charged, and ran at the same time, bringing a strong wind pressure, blowing Chen Zong The dust was rolling around, the momentum was amazing, and I was about to trample Chen Zong.

Spectroscopic glance!

Under a sword, the sword light differentiated and changed freely, violently and sharply, colliding with the horse shadow and disappearing.

Divide without shadow!

The sword light was dazzling and dazzling, and it was impossible to look directly at it. It was just right, regardless of angle or timing. The trajectory was perfect, and it could not be evaded or resisted.

The power broke out, Wu Changli's chest was split, and the silver silk inner armor could not resist, a wound was clear and straight, blood appeared, and the whole person flew out a few meters.

"Brother Wu is injured."

"Hurry up."

"It's so cruel."

"I have said that, I only look for Bai Xingye, which has nothing to do with other people." Chen Zong held the sword naturally, and a scarlet drip on the tip of the sword was shocking: "But if someone wants to get ahead, I will not be polite."

"I can't help it, it's too arrogant."

"I can't help it either."

Suddenly, the seven-layer disciple of the blood and blood rushed towards Chen Zong.

"Don't!" someone shouted, quickly stopping.

If it is in other places, especially in life and death, it is normal to work together against the enemy, especially when the enemy is strong, but it must be done, but here is in the Qiyao Wuyuan, or in the Wuyaotang, to deal with one other. The disciple of Tang won the disgrace, and it was disgraceful to lose.

The two were very impulsive. The sword flashed in front of them, and Sen Han was sharp. They felt as if they were going to cut their throats, making them awaken in horror, cold sweat, and dared not rush to Chen Zong again.

"I heard someone came to Wuyaotang to make trouble, who is it?" The rough voice sounded like Hong Zhong struck, shaking the eardrum: "Let me look at Gaotong."

"Brother Gao is here."

"Brother Gao is stronger than Brother Wu, and he has amazing power to master the Fa. He can definitely defeat the opponent."

The disciples of Wu Yaotang showed their happy faces one after another.

I saw a tall and strong figure rushing forward, not less than one meter in height, very strong. His arms are comparable to the thighs of normal people. His skin is dark, and he looks like an upright black bear.

"It's you!" Gao was staring at the pair of bullseyes, staring at Chen Zong with fierce light, as if roaring, taking steps to run, the ground was rumbling, and the amazing pressure was spreading, but it could not affect it at all. Chen Zong.

Chen Zong hasn't met the same practice, who can defeat himself.

Gao Tong opened his right hand, and his palms were thick and thick, as if it were a sharpened plate. He smashed hard at Chen Zong, more like a black bear waving a giant palm and attacking fiercely.

This is the foundation-building martial arts practiced by Gao Tong while he was a martial artist. It is called Xiong Li's Palm Technique and was created by the seniors who observed the behavior of black bears.

In order to practice this technique, Gao Tong once ventured to watch the black bear up close.

A loud roar made the power of this palm even more amazing. The wind screamed under the palm and fist pressure hit, so that Chen Zong could not breathe in the fresh air.

The wrist trembles, the long sword provokes, and stabs forward, like a lightning slashing from the sky, very fast, and also interlaced with light and shadow. This is the mystery of a bit of residual shadow swordsmanship incorporated into the Thunder Sword .

When Chen Zong practiced the residual shadow swordsmanship to the real mystery, it represented that he completely understood the residual shadow swordsmanship and mastered it completely, without any reservation. Therefore, when he produced his sword, he could attach the essence of the residual shadow swordsmanship. On top of other swordsmanship, increase the power of other swordsmanship.

The sword is an extension of the arm, longer, and comes first, piercing Gao Tong's heart.

"Bear King Dali!"

The power of Gaotong Qi and blood exploded in an instant, the muscles and bones rumbling, the forearms bulging, and the palms seemed to swell again, becoming bigger, and slapped hard to Chen Zong, like a big grinding disc fell from above, The terrible pressure caused Chen Zong to sink slightly, as if he was suddenly carrying a heavy weight, and his movements were affected.

Lone Star comes out!

The sword light disappears, the star light grows from scratch, and the world remains independent, drawing everyone's attention to the past, and Gao Tong is no exception.

The lone star sword is powerful and difficult to practice. In addition to its amazing single-point attack power, it also has the effect of attracting attention. Think about it, originally attacking the other party, as a result, the attention is invisibly Weakening the control of moves, both power and precision will be affected, unless the spiritual will is very strong to be undisturbed.

When Gao Tong responded, the pain in the heart and mouth and the warm blood flowed out.

The sword, still stuck in the heart, reached an inch deep, and his palm was one foot away from Chen Zong, but he dared not shoot it again.

If it was life and death, this sword, his heart has been pierced.

"I'll say it again and call Bai Xingye." Chen Zong's face was cold, his eyes were sharp with raging anger, his tone was like a sword, and he was blocked three times and five times. His inner anger had accumulated to the limit, and it was difficult to suppress.

"I don't believe it, because so many of us can't beat him."

"Yes."

"defeat him."

"Let him get out of our Wu Yaotang."

The other Wu Yaotang disciples were screamed in anger. At this time, no matter what they did or did not join together, the blood went up and they couldn't care about that much.

The disciples of Wu Yaotang, who were on the seventh floor of Qi and Blood, rushed to Chen Zong, punching their fists and palms out, and besieging from all sides.

"You... look for death!" Chen Zong's anger erupted, he collected his sword, rushed forward, and the sword light crossed, like a round of the moon, the sword was sharp, and several swords were alternately carried out, each carrying The essence of the residual shadow swordsmanship cannot be evaded.

"Stop it." Gao Tong quickly sprinkled medicine powder on his heart and rushed to Chen Zong again, bursting out with a palm.

"roll!"

The sharp sword light is like lightning that tears the clouds, directly slashing in Gaotong's chest, and the powerful force makes Gaotong fly out, and there is a scar on the chest, blood.

But for a while, a dozen of Wu Yaotang's seven-story disciples fell to the ground one after another. No one was there, but they were all injured and blood flowed.

"Where does Bai Xingye live?" Chen Zong Yijian hit one of the throats and shot down and wounded dozens of people in a row. The anger in his heart was vented, but his eyes were even colder.

"Living in the small courtyard on the 53rd." The disciple felt a chill in his throat. If he didn't say it, the other party might stab it in with a sword. For his own life, he had to say.

"Small courtyard No. 53." Chen Zong repeated, with his sword in his sheath, strode toward the small courtyard area.

The Shenxue Yujing, which is worn on the body, continuously sends pure blood gas into Chen Zong's body, quickly restoring the energy of the blood and blood that was just consumed.

"Go and notify other brothers." Gao Tong got up and shouted at the less injured person.

Chen Zong's footsteps are fast. With the pace, the breath of his body continues to condense. It seems to become more and more strong. From a distance, it looks like an invisible flame is burning, burning through the sky.

"I don't know what you are looking for Bai Xingye, but now, you have injured more than a dozen Wu Yaotang disciples and made a big mistake." A person walked quickly on the side, followed by a group of people.

"Kneel down and apologize, and you can walk out of Wu Yaotang unharmed." This man, who has eight levels of qi and blood, is very proud of himself.

Under normal circumstances, it is reasonable for other disciples like this to break into the challenge, and it should be reasonable for the disciples of the same cultivation to face the challenge, but even Wu Changli Gao Tong and other extraordinary disciples are not opponents. Among the disciples, there was no one who could beat the other, and he had to let the eighth-tier disciples of Qi and Blood Realm take action.

Perhaps this is a little embarrassing, and it is better than being selected by all the seven-layer disciples of Qi and Blood.