Sword God

"Good apprentice, take over the ancestral hand-made hand skills created by the ancestors." The ancestor of Zhenwu, if the sound of Hong Zhong was agitated, his body did not move, but his right hand pulled forward and exhaled: "The first type of tyrant hand... one hand Pick the stars!"

The right palm is strong in the wind, and the domineering and majestic real power gathers turbulently, turning into a huge palm-like palm spanning hundreds of meters, when Chen Zong is caught.

It was majestic and powerful, and he seemed to be able to pick the stars and take the moon with one hand. When it fell, the terrible coercion was suddenly suppressed, giving Chen Zong a feeling of being bound and unable to move.

I have to say that this move is indeed very strong. Chen Zong estimates that this move is powerful enough to reach the three-star level, which should be the beginning of the three-star level.

A little emotion in my heart, but Chen Zong will not be put to death, the vertical and horizontal power is stirred, the pure yang is like blood and tide, the double swords are crossed in front of him, leaving a silver arc and then stabbed, the power of the pseudo-sword of the double swords is also Chen Zong was inspired.

The 28th style of vertical and horizontal swordsmanship!

The strongest sword.

broken!

The cultivation of the sixth peak of Zhenwu Realm, Chen Zong's combat power still failed to reach the three-star level, but even with the blessing of a pure Yang Qi and blood and the power of a pseudo-spiritual weapon, he could barely achieve it.

One sword broke into the air, followed by the second sword and the third sword.

A bunch of sharp and domineering silver sword lights were killed. In a blink of an eye, dozens of swords were bombarded in the big hands that were caught.

If the power is insufficient, it can be made up with numbers. If there is no absolute gap, it is enough.

The big hand that was caught was crushed by dozens of sword lights, Chen Zong's figure showed, and he immediately approached the true martial ancestor. The two swords broke into the air and launched a violent offensive.

Piaohong's body technique is applied to the extreme, the body is as light as Hongmao, and very ingenious, surrounding the whole body of Zhenwu ancestor.

A little battle with Chen Zong knows that this Zhenwu ancestor is best at strength, that is not physical strength, but the power brought by a domineering true strength, very strong, fighting with one, it is possible to fight hard, but still Not as good as the other party.

And what he is good at is not the so-called power, and the speed is also excellent.

Facing Chen Zong's dexterous figure and high-speed storm-like sword, Zhen Wu's ancestor's look remained unchanged. His palms were shot in succession. Each palm brought amazing palm pressure, pressing around, and the lake collapsed and exploded.

The sword light shattered, the palm wind dissipated, and all the fish in the lake perished, turning into countless blood, which stained the lake red.

The double swords were incredibly violent, and the dense sword light seemed to pour from the Tianhe River. Immediately, Chen Zong's double swords came back to the sheath, but countless sword lights still rushed to Zhenwu's ancestors.

"Hundred Yuan Iron Smelter!"

Drinking secretly, the pure yang blood rushed, the palms were hot, and there was a red one, as if it contained two groups of blazing suns, and the violent unparalleled.

The fierce bombardment came out, but the palm was resisted by the ancestor of the Zhenwu ancestor. It spread into the arms of the ancestor of the Zhenwu ancestor. There was a burning feeling. Chen Zong was also uncomfortable. The true strength of the ancestor of the Zhenwu ancestor was too overbearing. Then, it burst into Chen Zong's arm and poured into the body like a broken bamboo, immediately causing some damage to Chen Zong's body.

If Chen Zong practiced body training to a high level, such a blow was enough to cause terrible serious injuries, and directly made Chen Zong lose his combat ability. Jianguang and palm wind were directly printed on the back of Zhenwu Patriarch.

With a rumbling roar, Zhen Wu's ancestor trembles at the same time, his complexion suddenly changes, and the terrifying fiery power penetrates into the body, burns away, and destroys wantonly.

The ancestor of Zhenwu quickly mobilized a domineering real power impact, but found that his powerful real power had no effect on that force. It was not as obvious as imagined, and he could only expel a little.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Zhen Wu's ancestor was shocked, and his desire was stronger.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Zong pulled out his double swords again, displaying the 28th style of vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, continuously killing them, breaking the defense of Zhenwu Patriarch from all angles, leaving a scar on his body.

After some battles, Chen Zong also basically understood that the strength of Zhenwu Patriarch lies in the strength of power, but the speed and response are not as good.

That is to say, in terms of power alone, Zhenwu Patriarch can reach three stars, but in other respects it is less than three stars.

Avoid the other party's strengths, seize the other party's weaknesses, and play to your advantage.

The Zhenwu ancestor did not practice physical cultivation, and Chen Zong had decent physical cultivation, even if he was not as good as the other in overall combat power, but he also had stronger survivability than the Zhenwu ancestor, even if he suffered some attacks. Can better resist.

After being hit by the Hunyuan iron smelter, Zhenwu Patriarch was uncomfortable. As if the whole body was roasting on fire, he had to divide some of his real power to resist, so his strength dropped significantly.

As for Chen Zong itself, with his strong physique and pure and powerful vertical and horizontal real power, the overbearing power that Zhenwu Patriarch infiltrated into the body was quickly expelled, and his injuries were quickly recovered.

Facing the powerful enemy of Zhenwu ancestors with powerful and overbearing skills, exquisite martial arts and incomparably rich combat experience, all Chen Zong can do is to exert his own advantages to the fullest, and replace injuries with injuries.

The same injury can be carried by oneself, but the Zhenwu ancestor may not be able to resist it. It is important to know that the Zhenwu ancestor has no physical training, and is more than 100 years old, and his body is not as good as before.

"This is what you forced the ancestor." Zhenwu ancestor had a sword wound. Although it was not heavy, it looked very bloody when he opened it. The fiery power in the body was constantly agitated, making him extremely angry.

I didn't expect that the opponent's strength would be so strong, nor did they expect the opponent to be so decisive.

You must make quick decisions, otherwise the longer you drag them, the more disadvantageous you will be.

When he gritted his teeth, the ancestor of Zhenwu had a fierce face, and immediately raised the index finger of his right hand. The overbearing and majestic true power surged, all condensed at the fingertips.

"Seven Stars!"

The low voice was like a roar of a sleepy beast, the index finger was slammed on the right chest, and the whole body shuddered unconsciously, immediately the index finger was raised, and then pointed to another place.

Blink, seven fingers in a row, each finger seems to be exhausted, each finger will make the body tremble, but as each finger drops, the breath of Zhenwu Patriarch will increase by one point.

After all the seven fingers fell, the aura of tyranny suddenly exploded from the ancestor of Zhenwu ancestor, at least doubled, and was still being strengthened continuously, becoming more and more tyrannical.

Chen Zong could clearly see that Zhen Wu's ancestor's already strong body seemed to swell in a circle, becoming stronger and stronger, and the whole body was surrounded by a trace of airflow.

Patriarch Zhenwu was flushed, his face was covered with green muscles, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and the fierce light was shining, as fierce as evil spirits, as if he would devour Chen Zonglian's belt bones.

"Second-hand... broken mountains!"

It was shot with a palm, extremely violent and fierce. The huge palm covered the sky and shot down, and the palm seemed to be covered with big ribs like a python, which could crush the mountains.

If the thunder exploded, a large lake collapsed downwards. The horrible pressure made Chen Zong suffocate, and his bones continued to be broken.

"So strong." Chen Zong was horrified.

The power of this move is at least three-star mid-term, or even higher.

"There is only one stroke for today's plan." Chen Zong stared at the mighty pressure, and his figure sank slightly, as if he was about to sink to the bottom of the lake.

The true power is rushing, and it is scattered around the body in a peculiar way. The spiritual will is highly concentrated, as if sublimated.

"Secret Sword..."

Countless true power surged into the long sword, the long sword shuddered, turned into a gleaming sword light, diffused away, and immediately, Chen Zong's wrist moved, and the long sword moved like a fan opened between them Heavy sword light.

The lake is turquoise, the lake is rippling, and the water and the sky are the same. Above it, a vague figure appears out of thin air, which seems to be some kind of bird.

The tail is spread, as if to cover the world, the cyan and red lights are intertwined with iridescence, and when it is opened, it is beautiful and dazzling, making people dazzled and immersed in it.

Glamorous is nothing.

The grimace of Zhenwu's ancestor shuddered, and his fierce eyes also showed a trace of bewilderment, as if he saw a beautiful bird flying in the void, and the bird opened its tail like a beautiful picture.

The slapped giant hand also paused, with faint signs of dissipation.

"...Dragonflies dance!"

With the last three words, a beautiful and beautiful dragon bird opened the screen, and a hair-like sword light broke through the sky, sharp and extreme.

The ancestor of Zhenwu was shocked, and he quickly awakened, and the giant hand also united again, shooting down hard, and it was only slow to crush Chen Zong.

Masters compete, and life and death are only in the front line.

That trace of sword light had already penetrated the eyebrows of Zhenwu Patriarch, and his brain was shattered and his soul was scattered.

Losing control, the falling big hand begins to disintegrate, and there is not much power left when hitting Chen Zong. Rao is so, it also makes Chen Zong's body hurt, and the whole person has almost not entered the lake.

Take a leap, grab the fallen body of Zhenwu Patriarch, and rush to the lake.

Chen Zongfang breathed a sigh of relief when he dropped the body of Zhenwu Patriarch on the ground.

This battle, despite the short time, is very difficult. The strength of this Zhenwu ancestor is very strong. Especially the last seven-star point of life, which should be a secret method, is even more amazing.

Fortunately, I practiced the two secret swords of the Jianzong Sect.

In the face of such strong enemies as Zhenwu Patriarch, the effect of performing the dragonfinch dance will be better than that of the point star. If you used the secret sword point star before, you may be able to kill the other party, but most of you will also be killed.

Quickly started, a book made of animal skin was found from the ancestor of Zhenwu, and there was nothing else.

"Zhenwu Secret Records." Chen Zong couldn't help but show a smile, looking at this name, it should be Zhen Wu's ancestor's own practice notes, and maybe useful to himself.

After a few glances, what is recorded therein does indeed have the cultivation experience of Zhenwu Patriarch, in addition, there are the exercises, martial arts and secret methods created by Zhenwu Patriarch.

"Not bad." Chen Zong nodded. This Zhenwu ancestor was very talented, and he was able to create his own exercises, martial arts, and secrets. It really has an extraordinary accumulation. This Zhenwu secret record should have an inspirational effect on himself.

As for the corpse, Chen Zong thought about it for a while and then built a grave and buried it.