Sword God

"Brother Ma's measuring scale weighs 8.8 pounds."

"It's hard to imagine that Brother Ma has been carrying such a heavy measuring ruler besides sleeping."

The standard limit of a warrior's body is one thousand kilograms. With a thousand kilograms of power to carry a heavy object of nearly nine hundred kilograms, the burden is heavy. It may be nothing in a short time, but the whole person may be crushed in a long time.

However, Ma Zhengyu’s strength limit is not one thousand catties, but one thousand five hundred catties. Of course, it is also a huge challenge to bear the weight of nearly nine hundred catties with one thousand five hundred catties, but Ma Zhengyu does not simply use the body to come Withstand, and also use some of the internal energy to share the pressure, so that he can temper internal energy all the time.

This is a method found by Ma Zhengyu from ancient books. Long-term weight-bearing exercise can make the internal strength that has reached the limit change again and become more pure. Ma Zhengyu has already felt the benefits.

Under Zhanwutai, the disciples opened their eyes wide and their eyes fanatic.

"Cold noodles, you said that Chen Zong, how many feet can resist Ma Zhengyu?" A red-haired Yang Santian was lazy. He ranked 63rd on the climbing list, compared with Ma Zhengyu in terms of strength. A lot of strength is required. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to come to watch the game specially, but just come back from the outside and take a look.

"Within ten strokes." The cold knife with a cold face embraces the long knife with both hands, sharp eyes, as if the knife can cut everything, the sound is also cold, cold knife, also the person on the climbing list, ranked sixty two.

"It's not as good as we come to gamble." Yang Santian's eyes rolled: "You think Ma Zhengyu can defeat Chen Zong within ten strokes, but I think it needs twenty strokes."

"What to gamble?" Cold knife's expression remained unchanged.

"You lost, Lengguang Dao borrowed me to play for a few days." Yang Santian finished, a cold killer fell like cold water on the body, making Yang Santian tremble involuntarily.

"The knife is there." The cold knife's voice is not only cold, but also a killer.

"Forget it, I can't communicate with you." Yang Santian didn't dare to talk about Lengguang Dao again. He knew Lengdao's temper and said nothing.

"Take me a foot." Ma Zhengyu drank low, raised the mountain ruler, and cut it down fiercely, like a big sword, but gave Chen Zong a feeling of falling like a mountain, very heavy, and the resulting pressure was directly below The air is frozen, unable to breathe, and the whole body is more restrained.

"cut!"

The Red Thunder Sword was completely out of the sheath and turned into a red sword light, like a red arc light, tearing the invisible ruler and slashing towards Ma Zhengyu.

Both sides are just performing ordinary moves.

For Ma Zhengyu, those who win or lose gambling have nothing to do with him.

The ruler collided with the sword, and the piercing sound oscillated. If the magic sound penetrated the brain, it was extremely uncomfortable. Once again, beyond Ma Zhengyu's expectations, Chen Zong's sword had not been struck, nor even repelled.

"Good internal strength and physical strength." Instructor Liu said secretly, but he did not doubt that the practice practiced by Chen Zong was a prestige-level practice.

Sword swings, like rain drops, every blow contains terrible extreme power shocks, the speed is even more amazing, densely packed, sword light scarlet from all angles, like the arrows shot by a strong bow after the full moon is drawn, a series of shocks Shoot out.

Ma Zhengyu looked dignified, and only felt a wave of terrible force followed by a terrible force, and he was domineering and powerful, as if penetrating himself from all angles.

"The spirit and spirit are one!"

"One foot to measure the mountain!"

Under the inner strength, the move was carried out. The original measuring meter with a length of 1.2 meters seemed to be continuously stretched to become the size of a door panel. It firmly protected Ma Zhengyu from all attacks from all directions by Chen Zong.

Like mountains and mountains, the lines are still.

Before Chen Zong's next offensive, Ma Zhengyu waved the measuring ruler, the wind was roaring, and the measuring ruler seemed to zoom in infinitely, rushing towards the sky, as if to measure the mountains, and beat down fiercely.

The roaring sound was dull like thunder and rolling, and the momentum was magnificent, as if the mountain collapsed, and under the battlefield, many of the disciples felt palpitations and had difficulty breathing, and the heart seemed to be adjusted to the throat.

Chen Zong looked up slightly, his expression slightly dignified.

Very strong, this attack, before renovating and repairing the world, I can never take it.

But now...

Lightning skies!

The sword tore through the sky like a thunder, and a sword collided with the falling ruler.

Countless vigorous bursts of energy, rolling and oscillating, seemingly endless waves, the two figures collide again and again.

Sword and ruler!

In the moment of passing by, each side shot dozens of times, and countless sparks splashed away.

Under the war martial arts, some of the disciples looked more and more ugly, because, after a few strokes, only one stroke left from the 20 strokes.

"Brother Ma, kill him with one stroke."

"Yes, kill him with one move."

This group of disciples who had lost in the 20 strokes of Chen Zong shouted and formed layers of sound.

Ma Tianyu didn't seem to hear it and was not disturbed at all. In fact, he also wanted to kill Chen Zong with one stroke, but Chen Zong's strength showed him very surprised, very strong, and definitely had a two-star power.

Even more bizarre is that from the battle to the present, Ma Zhengyu's inner energy breath from Chen Zong is the initial level of the eighth turn of training energy.

In other words, Chen Zong's cultivation practice may really be the early stage of the eight-turn practice.

A warrior who only cultivated at the beginning of the eight-turn training of Jingjing Realm has two-star combat power. How many star-level fighting power will there be after the other party's training is upgraded to the peak of the nine-turn training of Jingjing realm?

The three-star rating is affirmative, and may even reach the four-star rating.

At the thought of four stars, Ma Zhengyu's heart shivered.

The sword light was like a waterfall, Ma Zhengyu quickly gathered his thoughts and responded with all his strength.

The unity of spirit and spirit makes the strength of the body more condensed. A measuring ruler with a weight of nearly nine hundred catties is in hand, as light as a feather.

Cut down!

Measuring the mountain ruler like a giant sword, it fell down again and again, not sharp, but with a mountain-like heavy.

"The Erchi Mountain moves!"

Jumping up in the air, Ma Zhengyu held the measuring mountain ruler with both hands, Liu Gang rushed into the measuring mountain ruler as much as possible, and the shadows on the mountain of the ruler shot out the brilliance, as if activated, as a foot fell, The shadows of mountains and mountains appeared out of thin air, and they were suppressed by the air.

Every mountain imaginary shadow carries a heavy force, weighing more than tens of thousands of catties, the moment when it crashes down, that kind of power is incredible, the measuring ruler has not completely fell, the terrible pressure, but directly fell on Chen Zong On his body, a small crack appeared on the hard ground of Wutai.

"Ma Zhengyu has made some progress again." Yang Santian touched his chin and said casually. His tone was slow and he didn't pay attention. After all, his strength was much better than Ma Zhengyu.

"If Chen Zong's strength is so, it is difficult to stop." Cold Knife said.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong instantly entered the unity of spirit and spirit, and the inexplicable breath spread away.

"Jing Qi Shen is complete!" Tutor Liu's eyes suddenly widened, his face was incredible, and he was immediately excited again. At this moment, Linshan Academy was able to find the treasure.

Yang Santian and Leng Dao also had their eyes wide open, because the two of them also reached the unity of spirit and spirit, so they were very familiar with Chen Zong's state.

"Hui Tian Po Yuan... Thunder Light Rift Mountain!"

The sword light interwoven with red and gray is like thunder, tearing the sky, and coming to the world with the will of destruction. In an instant, it smashes the shadows of the mountains that suppress the fall.

The sword collided with the ruler, and a terrible force erupted, causing the measuring mountain ruler to rise back.

"Cut!" Chen Zong shouted, the sword shot down like a thunder, and beheaded severely.

"One foot to measure the mountain!"

Ma Zhengyu's look changed greatly, and he quickly burst into power, measuring the mountain ruler to resist it over the sky. This is a defensive ruler, even an attack that is stronger than it can be blocked.

A sword fell and the thunder broke, but it was just the beginning.

"Hui Tian Po Yuan... Thunder Light is infinite!"

Chen Zong jumped up with his sword in both hands, and continued to cut down. The new Thunderlight had just appeared, and immediately followed another Thunderlight.

Swords are connected, endless chains.

Cut down!

Everyone looked at them with wide eyes, surprised one by one.

"No, Brother Ma Zhengyu was suppressed."

"How could Chen Zong have such strength."

At this time, no one cared about Chen Zonghui's defeat, but was shocked by the strength Chen Zong showed, which was completely beyond their expectations.

Now what they care about is whether Chen Zong will defeat Ma Zhengyu.

Swords and swords seemed to have no end. Ma Zhengyu's hands were trembling and his body was gradually numb, as if struck by lightning, he was gradually weak.

"Lightning strikes the wood!"

"Thunder Light Rift Mountain!"

The two swords fell off, and with the help of the anti-shock force, Chen Zong jumped up again, and then turned his head downward.

"Sparkling Thunder Kills the Sword!"

The snorting sounds as if there are countless arcs wandering around, pouring into the Red Thunder Sword, bursting into stunning dazzling brilliance.

"Lightning!" someone exclaimed.

That sword, like a thunder that tears the sky, comes with endless domineering and destruction.

"Three feet broken mountains!"

Ma Zhengyu burst into roar, Liu Gangjin thinned all over, the measuring ruler seemed to rise a circle, and after his arms moved in a circle, like a dragon out of the abyss, a shadow of mountains appeared, and then, a straight foot rose Under the broken one after another, every broken mountain shadow, the foot light is stronger and stronger, and the power is stronger and stronger.

Ruler and sword!

Head-on collision.

The light was dazzling, and only a figure could be distinguished from the top and a figure could be thrown back.

Chen Zong quickly fell, and his tyrannical force stepped on the two footprints of Zhanwutai. The Red Thunder sword fluttered with a slight buzz.

Ma Zhengyu stepped back and forth to the edge of Zhanwutai, the palm of his palm holding the measuring ruler cracked, blood dripped, his arms continued to tremble, his body was weak, and his face was pale.

Under the war martial arts, the bird was silent.

Everyone can see that Ma Zhengyu is completely down.

Without saying a word, Ma Zhengyu turned and jumped in the ring, and everyone could still see him almost falling to the ground, staggering in his footsteps, obviously struggling.

"I announced that Chen Zong's challenge was successful and ranked No. 89 on the climbing list." Tutor Liu's tone unconsciously showed a little excitement.

Surrounded by a strange quiet.

"Brother Chen, good kind." Lin Ji recovered and shouted with excitement, waking everyone up. Ma Zhengyang's expression on his father's face was dead, even his cousin who had fought was defeated With what to deal with Chen Zong, nowadays, even more than one hundred and twenty Lingbei's debts are owed, and I don't know when it will be able to pay off.