Sword God

Sitting on the waiting seat, Chen Zong looked ahead and saw the battle on the battle platform.

At this time, both sides of the battle in the battle of the battles, one holding a sword and one using a spear, the two are cultivated in the real martial arts eightfold, between the uncle and the middle, how to win depends on the two martial arts attainments and power .

The sword light is gorgeous, as the folding fan opens, and the heavy sword shadow is superimposed as a sword breaking through the sky and killed.

"Xuan Bing Gun!" made the gunmen sigh, shaking the gun with both hands, the body of the gun was rotating at a high speed in an instant, and all the power entered into the gun tip through the rotation, and the gun tip burst out an amazing cold, such as Wan Zai's ice was cast, and he was assassinated with amazing strength.

A shot of the cold dragon was out of the abyss, and the momentum was amazing.

The sword light shattered, the spear pointed on the sword, and the terrible power exploded, causing the sword to bend. The sword-bearing warrior exerted force twice. The sword shook, and a powerful force burst out to rebound the spear. Falling homeopathically.

The spear suddenly picked up and fell down fiercely, bringing an astonishing wind and thunder.

The weapons used by the two are standard weapons provided by the battlefield. They have sufficient hardness and toughness, but they do not have other strengths. They also stipulate that the battlefield should not use forces other than their own, such as pseudo-arms. Strength or taking immortality medicine to temporarily increase strength and so on.

Such a contest is relatively fair.

With a single shot, the long sword collapsed and burst forward. His shoulder hit the opponent's chest fiercely, striking the opponent back and forth again and again, and he was assassinated with a heavy shadow between the shots.

With the guns, the sword-bearing warriors shot down the ring and were slightly injured.

"One win on the 17th, and the eighteenth came to power." Bai Zhanlou made a loud voice.

In the battles of the battles of hundreds of battles, after winning, there is no time to restore strength, and you cannot take the panacea. Otherwise, it means nothing. It is to continue one after another. If you lose, you lose.

Moreover, only after winning a ten-game winning streak, Baizhanlou will announce the winner's name. If you can't even get a ten-game winning streak, who cares?

Chen Zong looked at his wooden sign. The number on it was number thirty.

On the 18th, I was sitting in the waiting seat. After hearing the loud voice, I got up. First, I took off a large knife from the weapon rack next to me, and jumped up like a big bird. Several kilometers, it finally fell on the battlefield.

The footsteps just landed, and the toes hit the ground a little, and the power burst out. The whole person jumped high, holding the big knife with both hands, pouring in real power, bursting out an amazing red, like a fire burning.

The spear shook, Han Mang broke through the sky, like a dragon out of the abyss.

The two warriors tried their best to compete for victory.

In the end, the gunmen won again and achieved a two-game winning streak, but immediately went on the 19th to fight.

No one will stay in the waiting seat regardless of victory or defeat. However, the number of people in the waiting seat has not decreased, but has increased because people continue to sign up to participate in the challenge.

At this moment, a sigh of cold air filled the air, as if the wind had struck, so that everyone could not help but look back, their faces changed.

I saw a young man in black walked with his hands on his shoulders with a cold face, a look and breath that no one was close to, and his eyes were cold and sharp like a knife.

"It's Mosen."

"He is here again."

A low voice sounded, and Chen Zong's heart moved a little. Only when he stepped into the Hundred Battles City, he heard many people's comments, among them the mention of Mo Sen.

Has won ten consecutive victories and has hidden a lot of strength.

Chen Zong can see at a glance that Mo Sen’s cultivation practice, the true martial arts nine-fold limit, but it is a bit obscure. It is estimated that people who are not as good as him are difficult to see his cultivation behavior. Speculation, this person's combat power should not be lower than two stars.

Mo Sen was cold and arrogant, ignored others, sat down and looked ahead.

"Ancient Bell Garden."

"The Ancient Bell Garden is also here."

"It's interesting now, is Gu Zhongyuan winning a 30-game winning streak, or Mo Sen has a 20-game winning streak?"

A young man with a slight smile in his mouth strode into the waiting seat, looking ordinary, but wearing a thick chain around his neck. The chain was formed by an egg-shaped black ball, and it collided as he walked. , A crisp sound of impact.

Although Gu Zhongyuan didn't look as cold and proud as Mosen, he didn't care about anyone when he entered the waiting seat. His eyes just swept over Mosen's face, and he found a seat.

The repair performance of this ancient bell garden is not low, and it is also the nine-fold limit of the real martial arts, and the combat power is unknown.

On the battle stage, on the 17th and 19th, the victory and defeat of the 19th was determined. It was the 19th technical victory, and the 20th came immediately.

Then, on the 20th, he defeated the 19th and replaced him as the champion to meet the challenge of the 21st.

Number twenty-two!

On the 23rd!

Number twenty-four!

One by one on the battlefield, so far, the most winning streak record is three games.

Soon, on the 29th.

On the 29th, it was the man who had mocked Chen Zong before and landed on the battle platform with a long knife.

"You're not my opponent, just go down." Grinning on the 29th, a stinky mouth is annoying.

"I didn't know until I hit it." The brow on the 27th was slightly frowned, and he answered lukewarmly.

"One knife solves you." Laughing loudly on the 29th, the long sword broke into the sky, and the repair of the ninth peak of the real martial arts made this knife more powerful, making the pressure on the 27th more complex.

Sure enough, as stated on the 29th, it was just a knife, the 27th was split and the weapon in his hand flew out, which was not an opponent at all.

"Hahahaha, I said, you are not my opponent, a knife is enough." The twenty-ninth long knife retracted against the shoulder and laughed.

If you lose, you are defeated. Although you are not reconciled, you have no choice but to leave.

"One streak on the twenty-ninth and the thirtieth came on the court." With the sound of the upstairs of Baizhan, Chen Zong also got up and walked to the weapon rack, glanced over, and pulled out a handful Long sword.

The figure floated gently, as if there was no weight floating forward, as light as a strand of fluff, but the speed was very fast, and landed on the battle platform.

"It turned out to be you, let me roll down or let me hack it down." On the 29th, when he saw Chen Zong, he showed a disdain and smiled coldly.

Chen Zong's expression remained the same, the wind was light and cloudless, but every time a real martial arts ninth peak, although the cultivation base is similar to his own, but the gap in combat power, but the sky.

This can only lead to a good tongue.

The long sword passed by in the air, very slowly, but it was extremely fast, and the sword was killed through the air.

On the twenty-ninth, his face changed, and he immediately waved his sword. The countless blades of light raged like a storm, killing him.

But the sword light was directly defeated by Chen Zong's understated sword, but the long drive was like a broken bamboo. Nothing could resist Chen Zong's sword.

The unopened point was directly on the chest of No. 29. The terrible power burst out and pushed forward. The face of No. 29 suddenly changed, and his face looked painful. He tried his best to stop his body, but he couldn't help. Sliding backwards and falling from the battlefield.

"So strong!"

"It even beat a real martial arts ninth peak with a sword, and this person's combat power reached at least two stars."

On the waiting seat, everyone waiting for the battle was shocked, and the eyes of Mo Sen and Gu Zhongyuan were slightly bright, staring at Chen Zong.

It is not difficult for them to defeat the ordinary real martial arts nineth peak mountain warrior in one move.

On this alone, I still can't see the strength of Chen Zong, but it arouses their interest and may be able to become an opponent.

The warriors who came to participate in the battle of the hundred battles, in addition to coming for the rewards, are also to be able to fight with other warriors to sharpen themselves, but if the opponent is too weak, they can easily be defeated, and there will be no sharpening at all. Effects, only opponents with similar strength or stronger than yourself, can bring a sharpening effect to yourself.

There are a few old men watching the battle in the Baizhan Building, they are all members of the Baizhan Building.

"Good strength."

"Well, there is a ten-game winning streak."

The ten-game winning streak is the most common in the battle of the battle of 100 battles, and the rewards received are nothing to Baizhanlou. After all, there are a lot of Lingbei that the Baizhanlou can earn every day, even if there are several people in the day. After winning a ten-game winning streak, the rewarded Lingbei is only part of the income.

Moreover, the more people who have won in a row, to a certain extent, it will expand the reputation of the battle of the battles, attracting more people to watch or participate.

On the 31st, he saw Chen Zong's strength, so when faced with Chen Zong, he felt a sense of weakness.

After losing momentum, it is even more impossible to confront. Chen Zong just slammed his sword. On the 31st, he withdrew from the battle of the hundred battles. Fortunately, Chen Zong had a decent move, but the other party was only slightly injured.

If they are replaced by some fierce warriors, they will often beat their opponents into serious injuries. This is also a rule in the battle of the battles that cannot kill people, or else they don’t know how many people will die.

Then came the thirty-second on the stage.

The actual age of the 32nd is more than 40 years old. Its cultivation base is the Nine Limits of the Real Martial Realm, but its breath is very powerful. It is a bit stronger than the ordinary Nine Limits of the Real Martial Realm.

"Please enlighten me." No. 32 is very stable. His weapon is his palms. It can be seen that his palms are thicker than ordinary people, like two small grinding discs, full of a sense of power.

Chen Zong again wielded with a sword, and the lightness of the sword contained the power of hegemony. On the 32nd, he shouted with all his strength, and waved his palms with all his strength, showing his proud palms. The expansion is like a huge grinding disc, containing a terrible and heavy force, and it came out fiercely.

The rumbling voice resounded in all directions.

But the sword light flashed by, all the momentum was still, and the palms of the huge grinding disc were also cut under the sword light, dissipating like smoke blown by the wind.

The sword's lingering momentum remained unabated, swift and thunderous, and directly beheaded on the chest of No. 32, the true strength of the body shattered in an instant, and with a bang, the entire person of No. 32 was also uncontrollable. Out of battle.