Sword God

Inside the building is a wide hall. In addition to Chen Zong, there are those who have previously entered the registration and are choosing opponents.

In the Wushuang Sword Fight registration building, there are twenty martial arts with the same swordsmanship at the same level as the appraisers. Choose one of the twenty players to fight. As long as you can defeat the other party, even if you pass the assessment, you will have real participation in Wushuang Sword fighting qualification.

It can be said that registration is the first hurdle and assessment is the second hurdle. After two hurdles, you can really participate in the unparalleled sword fight.

Before Chen Zong, there were dozens of entrants, who came forward one by one in order to select opponents, while others waited in the corner chairs.

"Remember, this is the assessment of swordsmanship, and no other powers are allowed except for swordsmanship." Shen Sheng, an old man who manages the assessment, said repeatedly and repeatedly emphasized many times.

Soon, someone picked an opponent, and the two walked into the middle with a special iron sword without assessment, facing each other a few meters apart.

Both sides produced swords, and the sword light dazzled, like the sky breaking through the clouds like a meteor running through the moon, killing them instantly.

Both of them did not use real power, nor did they use much physical power, which is pure swordsmanship. After all, the warriors in the Wushuang sword fighting need superb swordsmanship. If the swordsmanship is not good enough, it will only make Wushuang swords. Fighting shame.

The pure swordsmanship competition is even more dangerous. You come and go. The collision of the two swords causes countless Mars splashes away, accompanied by a piercing sound of gold and iron symphony.

The battle is over, ending in the defeat of the appraiser.

Depressed, he walked out of the building, which meant that he was not eligible to participate in the unparalleled sword fight.

Get up next and pick your opponent.

One battle after another has continued. Some people have successfully passed the assessment, while others have failed the assessment. On the whole, fewer people have passed the assessment.

Chen Zong was sitting on a chair, breathing long, watching the competition of swordsmanship from one game to another, his appearance did not change a bit, but he was a little disappointed in his heart, whether it was an appraiser or an appraiser, although the swordplay was good, but also It's just good, at most it is the first level of body and sword unity.

Next, it's Chen Zong's turn.

Chen Zong withdrew a god iron sword from his sword stand and walked out like a stroll in the court, tapping at will and choosing an opponent.

As far as Chen Zong is concerned, the 20 assessors are the same no matter who is their opponent.

"Receive the sword." A low whisper, the long sword trembles, and the melody of the sword melodious, like the sound of string music, as if the spring water dingdong in the distance, like the breeze of the sky slowly.

Nature, freehand brushwork, and flowing clouds.

In the light of the understatement, the examiner didn't even wield the sword. Chen Zong's long sword lightly touched his heart and touched away, leaving a mark on his heart's robe.

When Chen Zong put the God Iron Sword back on the sword rest, the appraisers and others were in a trance and reacted.

Defeated!

In an instant, the moment of late reaction was defeated. If it was a life-and-death fight, it would have been killed.

The examiner couldn't help but cover the sword marks on the heart mouth robe, his heart suddenly accelerated, his face slightly pale, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Master." Everyone else was shocked.

This kind of swordsmanship seems simple, but it has a charm of returning to the original. Only a real master of swordsmanship can show it.

For a time, everyone looked at Chen Zong's eyes differently.

Horror, admiration, and jealousy.

"Congratulations on your passing the assessment, Wushuang Sword Fight will be held on Feihong Mountain in half a month, please be sure to arrive on time." The old man's tone is different from before, a little more respectful.

Nodding, Chen Zong took the wooden sign that passed the assessment and turned to walk out of the building.

"Brother Chen."

Outside the building, Chen Zong saw Qin Yi and Lin Fu, who were still waiting in line for boarding.

"Brother Qin." Chen Zong responded, but ignored Lin Fu.

"Brother Chen passed the assessment." Qin Yi smiled.

"Exactly, with Brother Qin's swordsmanship, this assessment is a breeze." Chen Zongwei smiled.

The two did not talk too much, just a few words, and Chen Zong left the place. Naturally, he was going to find a place in the city to stay for the time being.

Feihong Mountain is not far away from this stunning city.

Asked one restaurant after another, they are full.

The business during Wushuangjiandou is the best. Whether it is accommodation or meals, it is almost full. I don’t know how many people find it difficult to find a place or a place to eat.

Almost all over the city, Chen Zong finally found a place to stay, the room of a small inn, the last one.

"Every day is good, and meals are not included."

The small inn is a bit shabby. There is only one boss and one buddy. If it is placed in peacetime, few warriors will care about it. Only some merchants who can’t make big money come to live. Yilingbei is enough to live for several days Meal.

But during this period of unparalleled sword fighting, everything is so tight, so the owner of this small inn also intends to take advantage of this opportunity, after all, once every three years, if you miss it, you will regret it, but he dare not set the price Too ridiculous.

From a few days of meals to a meal to a day without meals, such an increase is enough to discourage those foot traders.

"Living for fifteen days first." Chen Zong took out the fifteen Lingbei and gently rested on the counter in the boss's eyes.

"Er Gouzi, take the VIP to the room immediately." The boss waved his hands away and collected the fifteen pieces of Lingbei, as if the palm of his hand contained a space like a mustard bag. He smiled and shouted quickly. Tao, and then greeted Chen Zong enthusiastically: "Do you need hot water for your guests? If you want, tell Er Gouzi to burn a barrel without adding money."

"Good." Chen Zong nodded.

Taking a hot bath is undoubtedly very comfortable.

Er Gouzi is a skinny teenager, his eyes smooth and very smart, nodding his head and taking Chen Zong to the last vacant room.

The door was pushed open with a squeak. The very small room, with only a simple wooden bed and a pair of very old wooden tables and chairs, was wiped clean.

There are thousands of houses in Guangsha, and the jade bed can sleep, but even so, the broken walls can sleep well.

Chen Zong did not care about the quality of the rooms, as long as it was clean enough.

"Objective, you rest first, I'll go and boil hot water for you." Er Gouzi stooped and said that he had a longing for these warriors, and he also had enough awe to worry about the moody people in case. , Killed and nowhere to go.

Chen Zong will naturally not care about anything with an ordinary person, on the premise that the other party does not offend himself.

After traveling all the way, Chen Zong didn't have much practice, so he stayed and adjusted it. When the guy sent the hot water, Chen Zong took a hot bath for a while, and felt like he was gone. Shutai.

Leaning on the edge of the big wooden barrel, Chen Zong closed his eyes, letting his thoughts fly, people seemed to be half awake.

When the water was cool, Chen Zong woke up naturally and jumped up gently. There was a transparent figure in the bucket that seemed to be formed by the condensation of countless water drops. Finish wearing the sword robe.

When Chen Zong was seated on the wooden bed, the figure in the barrel was scattered, and countless drops of water fell into the barrel. The outside was dry and there was no moisture.

Into the fixed, Yun Gong, Zhenli surge.

Replacing sleep with cultivation, Chen Zongfang opened his eyes until dawn, and the restrained fine mansions circulated in the eyes, purging like waves of water, and then disappeared.

Breath exhaled, unwilling to cause damage to this room, Chen Zong let the breath diffuse naturally.

Standing up, pointing the swords in the room, this swordsmanship seems to be chaotic and uncommon, but it is also common, but each sword contains a deep mystery. It is a second-level interpretation of the metaphysical realm, and each sword is pierced. Dust in the air.

The dust is invisible and can only be perceived by the realm.

Chen Zong can only reluctantly use the sword to pierce the dust. If one day, he can pierce the dust at will, it means that Chen Zong's sword realm has reached an extreme.

Swordsmanship has achieved Chen Zong's realm now. There is no need for a wide-opening move. Fangcundi can also practice and realize the mystery.

For several days, Chen Zong didn't step out of the room except for the men to send some meals, all of which were used in cultivation.

The cultivation of vertical and horizontal strength, after all, is to become one's own shortcoming, which is the biggest limitation of the current strength.

The swordsmanship has not been put down. Not long ago, he will participate in the Wushuang sword fighting. The stronger the swordsmanship, the better.

Ten days passed, and five days before Wushuang Jiandou, Chen Zong stepped out of the door for the first time and walked out of the inn.

There are more pedestrians on the street than ten days ago. At first glance, all people are like a wave of waves. Ordinary people have to wait a lot of time to walk a few steps. Chen Zong's footsteps are walking, but he is as flexible as a fish. , Shuttle through the crowd, without being hindered at all, without causing any confusion.

I stayed in a small inn for ten days and ate all the meals made by the inn. The taste was very ordinary. Chen Zong felt that his mouth was about to fade out of the bird. This time, he came out and found a restaurant to eat and drink. The idea of ​​the last meal.

It's just that in every restaurant that I walked through, every table was filled with people.

Chen Zong walked into the last restaurant. If there was no more place, he had to make a trip to the city.

"Brother Chen." Qin Yi heard a familiar voice.

Qin Yi and Lin Fu are occupying a table, and there are two vacancies left to be two.

"Brother Qin." Chen Zong also responded.

"Brother Chen also came to eat, please sit down." Qin Yi got up and invited, Chen Zong did not quit, walked over to sit down.

When Lin Fu saw Chen Zong coldly and found Chen Zong ignored her, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. Qin Yi found that she smiled and patted her hand gently, Lin Fu suddenly cheeks red.

"I haven't seen Chen Zong for a few days. I thought Brother Chen couldn't find his place out of the city." Qin Yi smiled, poured a glass of wine to Chen Zong, and raised his glass.

"I have practiced in the guest rooms for the past few days." Chen Zong also responded with a toast.

"Humph, sharpen the sword, not only light but also light." Lin Fu whispered, quite a bit ironic, but Chen Zong ignored it directly, it made Lin Fu angry.