Sword God

"Beast martial arts!"

"Tiger Eagle Biphasic!"

The beast martial arts warriors Guo Hai and Wu Mo both attacked.

The battle was fierce, and the means of exhibition showed that everyone was so drunk, and they had a deeper understanding of the strength of Wu Mo. In the ring, Tie Zhongyue was cold in the face.

Lion, tiger, leopard, wolf, bear, snake, deer, eagle!

The beast martial arts, the figure formed by the strength of the eight paths, flew out, and in the middle, Guo Hai himself, with two hands bombing, this trick is like nine people attacking a target at the same time, and the strength of the attack Both speed and angle are different.

Such as the domineering of a lion, the mightyness of a tiger, the agility of a leopard, the fierceness of a wolf, etc., all displayed and interpreted under this blow, and it can be seen that this blow and the previous battle with the black gun martial arts One blow, more perfect, more powerful.

Behind Wu Mo, the black magic tiger and the black magic eagle appeared out of thin air, and then intertwined into a monster with a tiger head and eagle body. The vicious atmosphere was surging like the tide, rising into the sky, with Wu Mo's body, and swooping to kill Down.

Arms like tiger palms and eagle claws protrude forward, breaking mountains and tearing steel.

The air was violent, tearing the ring, fluttering around, and a figure flying out, Guo Hai.

During the battle with the black gun martial arts warrior, Guo Hai suffered internal injuries. Despite taking the panacea, the time has not yet been cured, and he wrestled with Wu Mo in full battle, which triggered internal injuries. The final killing collision directly exacerbated the internal injuries and the lack of strength. , Was blown away at once.

Wu Mo was also uncomfortable. After landing, he stepped back and forth, his feet were heavy, and he shattered a piece of stone slab, and stone chips flew.

"I admit defeat." Guo Hai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face pale, and said with some helplessness.

There is still the power to fight again, but the internal injury is intensified and the probability of winning is very small. It will further aggravate the internal injury and affect the subsequent battle. While admitting defeat now, seize the time to recover the internal injury and strive to heal the internal injury at the beginning of the next battle. Will not affect the strength.

Hearing Guo Hai's defeat, Wu Mo smiled, his tight muscles relaxed and defeated Guo Hai. He also exerted his full strength and was uncomfortable. There were many battles in the back, and it was necessary to retain more power.

On the 3rd, Kuaijian Wuhao Dai Junhe stood on the Tianwu fighting platform. Dai Jun and Ling Li's gaze swept away and landed on Chen Zong's face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a cold air spread.

"Chen Zong, come up to die." Dai Jun and one finger Chen Zong, with a pleasant tone, contain a terrible killing intention.

Chen Zong just smiled, got up, and leaped gently on the Tianwu fighting platform, seven or eight meters away from Dai Junhe.

"Brother Chen is in danger." Lin Hao frowned and said without worry.

Chen Zong's cultivation practice is the pinnacle of practicing Jingjing six turns, while Dai Junhe is practicing Jinjing eight turns, and is also a genius. In this battle, Chen Zong can't win at all. Looking at Dai Junhe's posture, killing Chen Zong will not, but certainly will not be merciful.

"I won't kill you." Dai Jun smiled coldly, and his eyes were full of murderous opportunities: "But how did you treat my brother in Tianwu Academy just now, I will give it back twice."

"Come on then." Chen Zong said, not Xu Buji, pulled out his long sword, and the sword slid across the air like water, showing a trace of coldness.

Elder Qin Mo stared at Chen Zong, wanting to see Chen Zong, the peak of the six-strength practice of Jingjin, how to cross the seven-turn practice of Jingjin and compete with the martial artists who practiced the eighth turn of Jingjin, although that was impossible.

Dai Junhe smiled coldly, his eyes sharp, a sword out of his sheath, Jianguang straightly traversed the air, and pierced Chen Zong, leaving a clear word in the air.

"It's fast!" Chen Zong's pupils contracted.

When standing under the Tianwu Doutai and watching, I felt that Dai Junhe's sword was very fast, but when I first experienced it, the feeling was more obvious.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the sword came out of the sheath, and it had stabbed in front of it. It was a bit cold and fiery, but it brought the extreme coldness, which filled the whole body and felt tingling.

Thundering Thunder Sword rushed, Chen Zong responded quickly, stroking in all directions with four poles, slashing across the sword while slashing towards the sword, the moment of collision, with the power of rebound, stab at Dai Junhe.

The eyes of Elder Qin Mo and others shone a little, and was surprised by Chen Zong’s quick response. This is a talent for fighting, and it is an innate talent, but it cannot be possessed by hard work.

As long as they have the talent to fight, they will grow faster.

Elder Qin Mo couldn't help moving his mind, intending to recruit Chen Zong, but this is not the right time to wait until the end of the battle for places.

Dai Junhe was also a little surprised. With his sword, the other party could even avoid it, and also made a counterattack. His face sank, and the speed of the sword suddenly increased. The swords all contain the internal strength of the eight-strength training, which is terrible. Once stabbed, Chen Zongqiang's physique will be directly pierced.

Each sword has inner strength and outer appearance, and when passing by, Chen Zong can feel the cold and sharp edge, as if to cut himself late.

Thirteen strikes!

The sky is surging!

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zong withdrew his sword in his right hand, and pulled out his long sword in his left hand, each exhibiting a different sword move.

"Double swords!"

"It seems that his second sword is not a spare."

Seeing Chen Zong using his second sword and exhibiting different sword moves, everyone immediately exclaimed.

A smile flickered on the face of Huanyunzheng. He knew that Chen Zong would make two swords, because he had fought many times during those three months.

"Not easy." Elder Qin Mo whispered.

In fact, the double swords and double swords of the emissary are actually not difficult to say. After all, some martial arts require dual weapons to be able to play, but that is the requirements and limitations of the martial arts itself.

Some warriors will use two weapons. For example, Tie Zhongyue uses a double axe, but these double axe can only perform the same martial arts or make the same attack. Even if they are different attacks, it is very simple and obvious.

Just like Chen Zong, when the two swords came out, they used two different swordsmanships, or tricks and killings, and gave people a sense of independence. It was like two swords. It's hard.

This is a talent, not a kind of advanced skill that can be mastered through hard practice.

Dai Junhe's face sank. Chen Zong before did not use his full strength. Now under the double swords, he feels a bit difficult.

"One word fast swordsmanship!"

Dai Jun and the sword came out like light, and the speed was once again increased to the extreme. There was no reservation. Each sword exuded a terrible sword pressure. The sword body was not yet reached. That sword pressure made Chen Zong unable to breathe and felt like he wanted to Pierced and torn into countless pieces.

The double swords tremble like wings, bringing up countless sword shadows, which are completely different, and seem to be like a wind raging like a sea of ​​rapids, and go away.

The swords collided, the terrible power was stirred, the energy was overflowing, and countless Mars splashed away, dazzling.

Chen Zong numb his hands, gradually spread to his arms.

The strength of the inner strength of the six-strength practice of Jingjin Realm is not inferior to that of the seven-strength practice of the ground-level best practice. This is Chen Zong's advantage, and it is also his ability to defeat many martial arts practicers. Relying on one, but compared with those who practiced the martial arts martial arts martial arts practiced at the prefecture-level best practice, the gap became apparent.

The one-word fast sword technique was used to the extreme by Dai Junhe. The sword sword was killed. Countless one-word sword lights traversed the air. They did not disperse for a long time. They were dense and dense. With a flexible and fast footwork, they surrounded Chen Zong's body and looked far away. , Chen Zong seems to become a hedgehog.

The pace is flexible and the swords are fast. Chen Zong keeps resisting the attack of Dai Junhe's swordsmanship. He has a feeling of being exhausted and very tired.

"The gap between cultivation and cultivation is too obvious, and the speed and strength cannot keep up."

"My training has reached the six-turn limit, and now, with the help of Dai Junhe's pressure, I try to break through."

Chen Zong's eyes flashed through, and he made up his mind to get rid of all the misunderstandings. It seemed that there was a unique breath fluctuation all over his body, and his body was twisted into a single force.

The double swords wielded to resist every attack from all directions. The terrible internal impact made Chen Zong's arms numb and tremble. If it weren't for Hunyuan's body approaching training, his body strength was amazing. , Chen Zong is also very uncomfortable.

"Martial Realm!" Elder Qin Mo was the closest to him, and he felt the clearest. He saw Chen Zong's state at once. It was the first weight of Martial Realm. It seemed that he was not a newcomer but a very skilled person. There are turbulent waves.

Excluding the three major arrogances, martial arts in the midst of the realm of vigor can understand the first person who masters the martial arts realm. There are very few. Even within the genius-like Zhenwu Alliance, few can be found. Not big, about twenty years old.

For a time, Elder Qin Mo's evaluation of Chen Zong improved a lot.

Withstanding time and time again, the internal energy also seems to be tempered by constant impact.

The six-turn limit distance and seven-turn distance are just a line apart, as if separated by a thin piece of paper, it can tear with a little force, but Chen Zong knows that if it is through normal cultivation, it will take at least half a month to a month. After all, six turns belongs to the middle stage, and seven turns belongs to the later stage.

The breakthrough in the middle to late period is not only the inner strength is more vigorous and pure, but also whether the inner strength can be released. This is a qualitative change. Many warriors have been stuck at the six-turn limit for several years or even more than ten years, and it is nothing. Bizarre things.

Successive swords, but still unable to defeat Chen Zong, Dai Jun and his face became more ugly.

With the first weight and strength of the martial arts realm, Chen Zong firmly resisted Dai Junhe's attack, but did not make a counterattack. Instead, he had to use the pressure brought by Dai Junhe to hone himself and make breakthroughs.

All the real martial arts powerhouses looked at it and seemed to see Chen Zong's intentions, but below the real martial arts world, even if they were genius disciples at the level of Shiwuhao, they felt that Chen Zong was holding on.

"silly."

"It's better to admit defeat as soon as possible than to die, you can retain your strength and avoid being hit hard."

They cannot understand Chen Zong's approach.

"This junior is really interesting."

"Very aggressive."

A few real martial arts powerhouses secretly.

"Good, talented, able to make double swords, master the first level of martial arts, and has such courage and amazing potential."

"Quick Sword Storm!"

Seeing that each sword was resisted by Chen Zong, Dai Junhe directly exhibited the word fast sword technique, his arm was almost invisible, and even the sword body in his hand disappeared into countless sword lights.