Sword God

Cross-legged in the seat, one hand inside and one hand outside, inside and outside alternately, the strength blends.

The mind changes second.

The strength of Sancheng's physique and Sancheng's great strength are perfectly integrated to form a new and more powerful force. However, due to the lack of a sufficiently strong opponent, Chen Zong has not yet thoroughly integrated and condensed the power of these 30%.

The cultivation of change of mind requires time and energy, and it is impossible to achieve quick results.

In Qianbao Building, Chen Zong purchased the Tianyang Sword and Diyin Sword, and then purchased a third-order pseudo-spiritual inner armor, which cost 20 inferior spirit sources.

Cultivating overnight, until the dawn of day, Chen Zong felt that his cultivation practice was closer to the ninth limit of the real martial arts realm. It is estimated that it can really be reached within a few days.

At dawn, Chen Zong went to the battlefield after using his early meal. Today, it is a battlefield with a pseudo-superior level, and there are many people watching the battle.

To obtain a complete streak, the rewards of pseudo-transcendent realm are very generous, and will naturally attract many pseudo-transcendent masters to participate.

But relatively speaking, there are still fewer pseudo-transcendent realms. After Chen Zong paid Lingbei, he sat on the battle seat. Before the battle started, he first looked at the waiting seat. There were only a few people.

Soon, two pseudo-supernatural masters came to power, and their strength was between Bozhong and Zhong. Once they shot, it was a fierce battle. Only after most of the battle did they win or lose.

The winning man consumed 70-80% of his strength, but the next opponent quickly came up. After some fierce battle, the lord was defeated.

"It's too difficult to have a ten-game winning streak in the battle of the pseudo-supernatural." Chen Zong secretly said.

The pseudo transcendent realm can be divided into seven-star eight-star and nine-star. The nine-star combat power is the guru level. It is basically impossible for such masters to come to participate in the battle of hundred battles.

Even if it is an eight-star combat power, it will rarely come to participate, most of them are seven-star combat power.

Although there are strengths and weaknesses in the seven-star combat power, under repeated battles, the power consumption will inevitably be defeated by other challengers, so it is very difficult to obtain a ten-game winning streak.

To put it simply, the ten-game winning streak of the Phantom Realm Hundred Battles is at least ten times more difficult than the ten-game winning streak of the True Martial Realm Hundred Battles.

However, the confrontation between the pseudo-transcendent realm is more exciting, and their martial arts attainments are often brighter and more powerful.

At the end of the day, there are only eight talents participating in the battle, and there is no such thing as a so-called ten-game winning streak. In fact, the most winning streak among the eight pseudo-supernatural realms is two.

"Tomorrow, we will reach the battlefield of Zhenwu Realm again." Chen Zong secretly got up and left the battlefield to return to his residence and continue to practice.

Chen Zong had already paid the registration fee before, after winning ten straight games, and ended receiving the rewards, so there is no need to pay the registration fee, just get a number plate and go to the waiting seat to wait.

Chen Zong came very early, there were only a few people in the waiting seat, but as time passed, more and more people entered the waiting seat.

Compared with the battlefield in the pseudo-transcendent realm, there are many times more people participating in the real martial arts realm.

Some time later, Mo Sen also arrived, and his eyes fell directly on Chen Zong's face. Chen Zong looked back, his eyes colliding in the air.

At the entrance to the Hundred Battlefields, the crowd suddenly rioted.

"Liu Anyi is here."

"I didn't come the day before and thought he was not going."

"Thirty in a row, this is even more exciting."

Liu Anyi was handsome and came with a smile on his face, which caused many young girls to fall in love with him.

When the time is up, the battle of the Hundred Battles will start.

This time Chen Zong's number is number five.

The battle between No. 1 and No. 2 took place in hundreds of battles, and the gap between the two's cultivation was not small.

No. 3 came to power against No. 2, but was still defeated by No. 2, and No. 4 came to power, eventually losing to No. 2's.

"No. 2 wins three games in a row, and Chen Zong, the fifth crossbar sword, comes to power."

As the people's words in Baizhanlou sounded, Chen Zong grabbed a long sword on the weapon rack, and his figure fell.

"Cross-sword Chen Zong, famous and famous, it seems that you have won at least ten straight victories." No. 2 was slightly surprised, and immediately sneered: "Just right, let me beat you to end your winning streak."

He had not seen the battle of Chen Zong before the 2nd. He arrived in the Battle of Chongzhe yesterday and came to the battle against the battle.

It is said that Chen Zong did not respond. The strength of this No. 2 is indeed not weak. It can easily defeat the ordinary real martial arts. Its combat power is two stars. Chen Zong estimates that it can at least reach the later stage of two stars.

But this combat power is similar to that of the previous zombie-like warrior.

Chen Zong swung a sword, not fast or slow, but the look of No. 2 changed greatly. He found that this sword, he could not evade, he could only burst out with all his strength, the same sword was killed, and if the sword thundered and thundered, It's amazing.

But such a tyrannical sword under Chen Zong's sword had no resistance against it, and it instantly shattered. The sword was directly chopped on No. 2's chest.

Another sword defeat.

The number two who dropped the ring was stunned. Only then did he want to defeat Chen Zong and end the other party's winning streak, but now, he was defeated by Chen Zong. It was only a light sword, a huge drop, and he was ashamed Run away.

"Interesting." Liu Anyi laughed softly on the waiting seat.

Mo Sen was immobile, watching the battle the day before yesterday, he knew a lot about Chen Zong's extraordinary strength, and defeated the No. 2 with a sword, but it was not full strength.

On the sixth, the sword fell.

Seventh came on the field, yet another sword was defeated.

With a sword, Chen Zongdu just beat the opponent with a sword.

"Nine consecutive victories."

"Another victory, today won ten consecutive victories, which adds up to twenty consecutive victories."

"Amazing."

A ten-game winning streak is very common in the battle of the real martial arts level. The twenty-game winning streak is relatively less, but there are also many.

In short, it is easier to win a ten-game winning streak, a 20-game winning streak, and a 30-game winning streak at the level of real war.

Another person was defeated by Chen Zong.

"Congratulations to the Zongjian sword Chen Zong for winning a 20-game winning streak."

Chen Zong jumped, put the sword back on the weapon rack, left the waiting seat, and sat on the waiting seat to watch the game, because it was Mo Sen's turn.

Chen Zong is actually a bit curious about this Mosen. Although it seems that his combat power is at the three-star level, Chen Zong always feels more than that, a little strange.

Mo Sen was standing on the battle platform with a black long knife, and his breath was cold and fluctuating like water.

With a slash, Mosen's opponent couldn't resist at all, and was directly cut off and flew out of the ring, causing serious injuries.

One win after another, in a blink of an eye, Mosen had a nine-game winning streak.

"It seems that Mosen is about to win a 30-game winning streak."

"It feels too easy."

"Yes."

"That's not necessarily, his next opponent may not be easy to deal with, maybe he will be defeated."

"It's Liu Anyi."

"Mosen's next opponent turned out to be Liu Anyi."

Everyone was startled and cheered.

Mosen, now only one game away can win a 30-game winning streak, and Liu Anyi has already achieved a 30-game winning streak, this time to come for a 40-game winning streak.

The strength of the two is very strong, and the meeting of the strong will undoubtedly be a fierce battle.

Which is stronger?

Liu Anyi took up the folding fan, and the letterman grabbed a thin sword from the weapon frame. His figure flashed, and it was very elegant. Like a clear breeze, it floated lightly on the battle platform.

Piggybacked on one hand and slanted on the ground with a sword in the other, the handsome face with a slight smile on his face looks extraordinary and makes people scream.

On the form and temperament alone, Liu Anyi is indeed outstanding.

However, the warrior's world has never been eaten by the face, without strong enough strength, no matter how good it looks, at most it is reduced to others.

Mo Sen's sharp eyes fell on Liu Anyi's face with a bit of chill, Liu Anyi still smiled, as if he didn't feel the slightest pressure.

"Sorry, your winning streak ends here." Liu Anyi said to Mosen with a smile.

"It's too early." Mo Sen's voice was cold.

Liu Anyi's lips turned up, and the smile on his face became more obvious. He immediately wielded a sword, and the shadow of the sword fell like a rainstorm.

Mo Sen waved his sword, and the dark and cold sword light traversed the sky like a black Changhong, and all the swords and shadows were broken.

Liu Anyi stepped out in one step, between the twinkling figure, approaching Mo Sen, thin sword waving, countless sword lights from all directions to Mo Sen, could not see the beginning, as if he could not see the end, endless.

"Liu Anyi's flying rain sword technique is more superb than the previous few days."

"The power has improved a lot."

Several pseudo-real worlds in Baizhanlou nodded and said.

"However, it should not be possible to defeat Mosen."

"After all, it's not that simple family."

During the conversation, I saw Mosen wielding his sword, exhibiting the dark forest sword, surrounded by black sword light, and then blooming like a lotus flower, not only resisting the endless sword light from all directions, but also all of it. After being smashed, they converged into a knife and slashed to Liu Anyi.

Liu Anyi's complexion changed slightly, his steps quickly interlaced, and his body drifted away like a breeze. Between the thin swords, countless sword lights were like continuous rain, shooting at the knife lights, and the tiny pieces of gold and iron symphony continued Absolutely, Ding Ding Dang Dang, as if countless rain drops on the iron sheet, the sound is pleasant.

Each drop of rain carries amazing power, and can easily kill the ordinary real martial arts nine-fold extreme warrior, countless densely, continuously lasing on the black knife light, continuously weakening the power of the knife light.

But I saw Mo Sen's black sword waved again, and the sword was united, breaking countless rain, and directly killed Liu Anyi.

The power of a knife seemed to come from the Nine Nether Cold, and the cold meaning suddenly made Liu Anyi feel cold all over the body, feeling that the movement of his real power became sluggish, and even Qi and Blood seemed to be solidified.

At this point, Liu Anyi realized the strength of Mo Sen, and his strength was simply not something he could contend with.

"Three-star limit!" Chen Zong's eyes flashed a hint of fineness. Sure enough, Mo Sen was very capable. The fighting power he had shown before was only in the late three-star period.

And Chen Zong has a feeling that these three-star limits should not be Mo Sen's real strength. His real strength will only be more powerful. Unexpectedly, Chen Zong has a little anticipation.