Sword God

Wei Xiaohan was very depressed, and he clearly felt that his combat power was better than that of Chen Zong, but he was eventually defeated by Chen Zong's brilliant and changeable swordsmanship.

If you lose, you lose. There is no excuse.

"Concession." Chen Zong clenched his fists.

It’s not easy to defeat Wei Xiaohan. Thirty or more swordsmanship techniques are used to completely disrupt Wei Xiaohan’s rhythm and bring it into his own rhythm. Neijin consumed half of it.

"Chen Zong, you killed my disciples in Silver Knife Castle three times and five times. Here today, I am going to seek justice for the deceased disciples." On the side of Silver Knife Castle, someone suddenly stood up and pointed his sword directly at Chen Zong. But in front of Ye Guoshi today, I will not kill you, I will only teach you one lesson."

"Shameless villain, have the ability to fight me." Guan Yunxi was angry.

After Chen Zonggang fought a battle, everyone saw that he was not a small consumer, and now he wants to fight him completely at his own risk.

For a time, the disciples in Aojian Mountain Villa and Linshanyuan looked disdainful.

The people present are all geniuses and have their own pride. Like this kind of dangerous thing, they disdain to do it.

"Well, Chen Zong has a life and death revenge with me at Silverblade Castle. I haven't beheaded him on the spot. It is already his luck." The disciple of Silverblade Castle did not feel half despised, but instead sneered, step by step Coming out, the momentum rose, as if the invisible knife locked Chen Zong.

"Chen Zong, you are a three-star peak fighting force, me too, dare to fight me, dare not, you just kneel and apologize to the disciples of Silverblade in front of everyone." Press.

A burst of fragrant wind hit Guan Yunxi beside Chen Zong.

"Brother, I will deal with him." Guan Yunxi said.

"Guan Shimei, you can just give this person to me." A hearty voice sounded, Feiying passed by the moon, and the man in a moon-white robe smiled.

"Xia Zunxing, this matter has nothing to do with you." The disciples of Yindaobao frowned, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes, said coldly.

Xia Zunxing, a disciple of Linshanyuan, ranked fifth in the mountain climbing list, and also on the baby dragon list and the strong dragon list.

"Sister, Brother Xia, this person, I will deal with it." Chen Zongdao.

"Be careful." Guan Yunxi heard the determination from Chen Zong's bland tone, and said, returning to the pavilion, Xia Zunxing ignored Chen Zong. He wanted to come forward, and it was completely directed at Guan Yunxi.

Just for a while, the internal energy that consumed most of them recovered a lot.

"Okay, a little daring." The disciple of Yindaobao sneered. The long sword broke into the air, and he was slashed. The knife was sharp and sharp, cutting the night, as if to cut Chen Zong with a knife.

Out of the sword, block, move, and shake, Chen Zong bypassed the opponent's sword and appeared on his side. The ancient Que sword shot down like a mountain.

The feeling of watching and fighting is very different.

Chen Zong also knows that his inner strength has not been fully restored, only about 70% of the heyday, it is not suitable for a long battle, a shot is a stormy attack, different swords are alternately displayed, and endless.

Although Chen Zong has long known that he is proficient in many swordsmanships, changes a lot, and is already mentally prepared, he will find that he feels unable to keep up with the rhythm during the first world war.

But this man's sword technique is superb, and he has a sword in his hand. No matter how Chen Zong changes his sword technique, he always resists it with a silver sword knife, and the water will not leak.

Fight battle battle!

Daoguangjianying!

The pressure of the knife is diffuse, and the spirit of the sword is vertical and horizontal.

The ground was cut with cracks.

Compared to Wei Xiaohan, this disciple of Silverblade was more powerful, and he took a chance to fight back immediately.

Silver knife splits the mountain!

Shock step!

Chen Zong quickly backed away to avoid, and rushed again, long sword like an arrow from the string.

The long knife roared like a whirlwind, and the knife light raged, as if the storm shattered everything.

Chen Zong's swordsmanship is another change.

Cloud magic fog changes swordsmanship!

The double swords seem to disappear, merge into the air, change into a cloud of mist, and the wind blows, it seems to be scattered, and it is bound by the invisible power, changing, unresolved.

Chen Zong's figure disappeared, as if it had merged into the cloud and fog, and the cloud and fog covered the disciples of Yindaobao, and they could not be touched.

"I was able to cultivate Yunwuwu into swordsmanship in such a short period of time." Lin Mingxuan was secretly surprised. He was a disciple of Linshan Academy and ranked fourth in the climbing list. , Has already reached the stage of immersion.

Now I see Chen Zongshi's cloud-like fog changing swordsmanship completely reach the state of consummation, the distance into the realm of the slightest, just separated by a line, can not help but be surprised.

Because the magic sword of cloud-like fog belongs to Linshan Temple, there is no spread outside, and Chen Zong can master it, also after entering Linshan Temple.

Suddenly, in the clouds and fog, two bright and dazzling rays of light seemed to cut through all the hardness.

Cut gold and cut jade swordsmanship!

This is a crippled terrible skill of the best swordsmanship, sharp and extreme.

The silver knife divides the sea!

Thunder Nine Strike!

Sword symphony.

Gu Quejian lay in front of him, blocking the opponent with a slash, and the Red Thunder Sword burst into the sky like a thunderbolt, instantly hitting nine times, repelling the disciple of Silverblade Castle.

Great Dragon Sword!

Jianruo Feilong vacated, and controlled for nine days.

When the disciples of Silverknife retreat again and again, they quickly waved their swords to resist and were hit again.

Once, twice, and three times, Chen Zong, who seized the opportunity, did not give the other party time at all.

Not long afterward, the disciples of Silverknife retired to the pavilion with their faces full of iron, and behind them were the pillars of the pavilion, and there was no way to retreat.

To teach Chen Zong, the result was unsuccessful. Instead, he was beaten and beaten, especially when Chen Zong only fought a game and consumed a lot of power.

On the side of Silverknife Castle, all the disciples also looked ugly.

"Is there anyone in Silver Knife Castle who is going to fight me?" Chen Zong stood in front of the pavilion of his disciples and asked at once.

Although less than 30% of his internal energy remained, he was not half afraid.

The two-game winning streak brought Chen Zong's momentum to a peak, and the fighting power he could exert was also stronger than usual by one or two points.

Chen Zong spoke, but there was no response from the Silver Knife Castle.

Indeed, as long as they are willing to take action, they will be able to defeat Chen Zong, but they cannot save face.

Because Chen Zong has consumed a lot of power, he has lost his face once and cannot lose it a second time.

"Brother Chen, your superb swordsmanship makes me happy, and after you rest, I will discuss swordsmanship with you. How?" A disciple from Aojian Mountain Villa said with a smile, his eyes dazzled.

"Okay." Chen Zong looked back, the other party's expression was not provocative, and nodded.

Returning to the pavilion, Shi Huanyue had a pair of beautiful eyes with a bit of curiosity and appreciation. Guan Yunxi took out a pill and handed it to Chen Zong, which was used to restore inner strength.

It was like a little farce, and later, someone challenged.

Each one has a three-star combat power, reaching the three-star late stage and even the peak and even the limit. The battle between each other is naturally very exciting.

After a period of time, Chen Zong's internal energy was completely restored. As for physical strength, he had already recovered to the peak, and during the recovery period, he carefully recalled the previous two wars and looked for his own deficiencies to improve.

Such gatherings are very rare. It is important to know that not everyone can gather many super geniuses and learn from each other. Each battle has its own uniqueness and there is something worth learning.

Chen Zong also found that Qiu Honglie's gaze swept from time to time, as if he would pierce himself like a sword. The inexplicable hostility deep inside his eyes still made Chen Zong a little puzzled.

After all, I just saw Qiu Honglie for the first time. Where did the hostility come from?

It was the end of the two battles, each with their own wins and losses, but such wins and losses were nothing. After all, it was not a life-and-death battle. If it was a life-and-death battle, all means were used. The three-star peak fighting force killed the three-star extreme battle. Force is not impossible.

"Yek Guoshi practiced swords. We at Aojian Shanzhuang majored in swordsmanship. My Wang Chengzhi couldn't help himself. I asked Ye Guoshi for help. I also hoped that Ye Guoshi would succeed." On the side of Aojian Shanzhuang, a disciple stood up.

Wang Chengzhi, the third on the Aojian list, is also one of the most powerful disciples of the Aojian Mountain Villa who came to the party this time, with a three-star limit.

Surprisingly, he even challenged Ye Feifan.

Ye Feifan, but with the fighting power of the four-star late stage, the gap between the three-star and four-star is obvious, not to mention several small-level leaps.

"Since you speak, I will fulfill you." Ye Feifan was also stunned. He didn't expect someone to challenge himself, but he still gave face and smiled slightly: "I only have a sword."

"Please advise." Wang Chengzhi appeared like a ray of light in front of the main pavilion more than ten meters away, pulled out his long sword, and stood in front of him in a gesture of incense.

The feeling is different from the old saying, there is a feeling of being offensive and defensive.

Wang Chengzhi did not have the slightest offensive thoughts, and the three-star ultimate combat strength is indeed not weak, but compared with the four-star late stage, the gap is too large, even if it shows the strongest swordsmanship with all its strength, it can’t help. Extraordinary.

In this way, it is better to wait for the opponent to come out with a sword.

Ye Feifan was still sitting on the stone chair, and he didn't mean to get up.

"Your Excellency, I'm going to have a sword." Ye Feifan reminded, Wang Chengzhi's eyes narrowed and narrowed, and stared closely at Ye Feifan's sword.

Everyone's eyes were attracted to the past, without blinking, even the super genius with a four-star combat strength, Shi Huanyue, also widened his eyes.

Remind the opponent that after giving the opponent enough preparations, Ye Feifan's right hand approached the hilt clearly and clearly, and then, with five fingers spread out, buckled the hilt.

The sound of a melodious sword sounded and passed into everyone's ears, melodious and crisp, as if coming from outside, touching the heart.

For the first time, Chen Zong felt that the sound of pulling a sword was also so nice. That kind of agile feeling was like a beautiful piece of music plucked with strings, and the aftertones lingered around the beam.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feifan pulled his sword and accelerated into a beam of light, which seemed to radiate out of nothingness. In the eyes of everyone, except for the sword light, everything around him fell into darkness. Even the bright moon with a gleaming white light hanging in the sky seemed to be swallowed by the darkness and disappeared without a trace.