Sword God

The cold and cold knives are filled with light, and the knives are endlessly connected.

Suddenly, 50% of the power was mastered, and under Chen Zong's control, he realized that he was powerful and condensed into a strong sword strength, and one sword picked up.

When the sword touched, the long knife could not resist being bounced high, Mo Sen's complexion changed suddenly, and his figure also flew to the sky with the long knife.

A terrible force is constantly striking the blade, which is not only domineering, but also contains amazing sharpness, and it is endless. It seems like a wave of tide is followed by a wave, which is incredible.

As we all know, the power of overbearing ferocity and strength is often poor in sustainability, and the endless power is often softer, but the power of Chen Zongyi’s sword has the power of overbearing fierceness and continuousness, which is more implicit. A kind of flexible, as if gurgling water.

"Ghost Knife... Vientiane Sen Luo!" Hundreds of meters above the sky, Mo Sen held the knife handle with both hands, and the grand and mighty sound continued like a thunderous wind, and it seemed that nine cold winds were blowing.

The black long knife waved slowly, and countless black shadows spread all over the void, like a dark cloud covered with clouds, low and depressed, looking up one by one, his complexion changed greatly, but he felt difficult to breathe and stiffened.

The full name of the Nether Sword is Youshen Nuo Luo Sword.

Vientiane Senrow is the second trick of Netherworld Sword, which is more powerful and advanced than Jiuying.

Sen Luo Daoguang condensed into a cold dark cloud, a layer of cover, as if the sky collapsed and depressed.

"Cut!" accompanied by Mosen's cry, like the roar of the Nine Nether cold winds, the black long sword slashed, and suddenly, a large cloud of overwhelming blades of light came down from the sky, and the low pressure, the terrible breath made the platform below tremble. The face of the audience changed greatly, and one by one had to urge the power of the practice to fully resist the impact of this breath.

If it weren’t far enough away, this breath would be enough to crush them one by one. They were so uncomfortable. They were also very uncomfortable. The chest seemed to be blocked with an invisible stone. They tried hard to breathe but couldn’t get a little air. .

Chen Zong raised his head and stared at the overcast cold clouds, and he could see that each of the black blades of light was flashing a terrible edge, with an irresistible hegemony in the cold, crushing everything.

The already broken battle platform seems to be crushed. Chen Zong feels that the pressure on his body has increased sharply, like a mountain of swords falling.

The fine awns in his eyes became brighter and sharper, his arms shook gently, and his long fingers twitched, and the long sword shuddered, sending out a piercing sound of blaring swords, as if the sword was cheering.

The chirping sound continuously sounded, and the sword force formed by the strength of Wucheng's body and the strength of Wucheng's vertical and horizontal forces was poured into it. The sword body was fascinated by countless phantoms, surrounding the long sword.

"cut!"

With a low cry, Chen Zong seemed to use his sword with all his strength to break out.

A seemingly simple sword, but the fortieth style of vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, is extremely powerful.

The vertical and horizontal swordsmanship is a swordsmanship urged by the great strength of the vertical and horizontal directions, so that the power can be exerted to the extreme, but under the slowly improvement of Chen Zong, it can be urged by the new power after fusion Unfolding, the power is not reduced, and it has more amazing mysteries under the new power.

The sword light broke into the sky, like a ten-meter-long moon rising into the sky, and the moon glowed with a halo. Upon closer inspection, the halo was actually formed by the ghost image of countless sword-glow moons.

One by one, Jianguang Canyue directly hit Daoguang Dark Cloud, smashing heavy Daoguang, but was also constantly weakened, and eventually collapsed, but Xiaoguang Dark Cloud continued to cut down.

Chen Zong again wielded his sword, and the ten-meter-long Jianguang Yueyue smashed the remaining small half of the sword's dark clouds.

The body and sword are united, if the sky is pierced by the sky, the long sword crosses the sky, like a flying star killing Mosen falling into the sky every month.

Facing a sword from Chen Zong's assassination, Mo Sen's expression was cold, and his eyes were sharp as a blade. His hands clasped the long knife and fell off. A black shadow appeared to appear behind him, lifting a huge black like a ghost Long knife, then cut to Chen Zong.

"Ghost Knife...Ghost Nether Killer!"

This is the third trick of Youseng Meng Luo Dao, a knife, as if it can summon the power of the Nether Demon God to come across the border and kill the powerful enemy.

The killing was astonishing, and it was as cold as prison. Everyone on the battle seat was numb with blood, frozen and difficult to move, even breathing stopped. It seemed to feel that the knife was killing itself, unavoidable and unable to resist, only waiting for death .

Chen Zong was as unavoidable as he was a sword. Chen Zong only felt a terrible and extreme force impacting himself, irresistible. The whole person was like a meteorite falling from the sky and bombarded on the battle platform.

Rumbled, the ground shook like a mountain, the battlefield was completely broken apart, and no one could see clearly the inside of the dust, only Mosen fell from the sky.

"What a terrible trick!"

"Did Mosen win?"

"Chen Zong will not be killed?"

After recovering, the crowd found that they could move, and they all spoke in horror.

The dust and smoke cleared away, and there was a deep pit in the center of the collapsed battle battle. A figure soared into the sky, bringing in countless gravel flying debris, and fell dozens of meters away in front of Mosen. It was Chen Zong.

It seems that there is no harm except for the sword robe that is somewhat broken.

In fact, the same is true. Mo Sen's power is indeed very strong, enough to kill the ordinary five-star extreme warrior, but Chen Zong's strength is not comparable to the ordinary five-star extreme.

In addition, Chen Zong's powerful body, Jin Yu's unbreakable defense is amazing, coupled with a sword of tyranny, completely withstand the horror power of that knife.

But Chen Zong was filled with emotion.

The origin of this Mosen is extraordinary, its inheritance is not simple, and the comparison with the vertical and horizontal sword code is obvious.

Before the perfection of the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, the level is not enough, it can only be regarded as good in Tianjiang Prefecture, and it cannot be ranked in the entire Longtu domain. It is nothing.

After the perfection, the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship has indeed been greatly improved. In Tianjiang Fuzhong, no one can match it, even if it is compared to the four major middle class Zongmen’s Zhenzong Wudian.

However, it still can not be compared with the Imperial Military Order of the Longtu Royal Family, but it is not that the grade is inferior to the other.

Heaven-level gems are the highest grade of Heaven-level exercises, and the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship are heaven-level gems, but other inheritances are missing, such as some unique tricks.

For example, Mosen’s Youshen Dura sword. Normally, the power of each sword is very strong, and it will not be weaker than the sword style of the vertical and horizontal swords. Terrible tricks such as lore, etc., are not comparable to the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship.

Mo Sen was also very surprised by his ghostly lore, which did not injure Chen Zong.

"Zhongdian Jiandian itself is strong enough, but lacks the corresponding tricks. My strongest moves are only two types of secret swords." Chen Zong secretly said.

Another name for the two types of secret swords is pseudo-lingwu.

Pseudo Lingwu actually has high and low grades, which are divided into three grades of inferior middle grade and top grade, while the secret sword point star and the secret sword dragon bird dance belong to the inferior pseudo-wuwu.

As for the thunder king change previously performed by Lin Ziqi, Chen Zong estimates that it is at least a medium-grade pseudo-wuling level, which may be higher.

For the first time, Chen Zong felt that his own means were few and lacking, which resulted in a weaker strain when fighting a strong enemy. He could only use the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship to fight the enemy.

There is no way, the background of the Zongjian Sect itself is too weak, and even if Chen Zong is helped by the ancient xuan stele, but his own experience and experience are limited at that time, just as a clever woman can't cook without rice.

"Perhaps, after that I should look for some other swordsmanship or pseudo-spiritual weapons to practice." Chen Zong secretly thought.

But now, we still have to defeat Mosen first. Only in this way can we continue the winning streak, and then win a hundred straight streak.

"Your strength is so strong, you alone can't help you." Mo Sen suddenly spoke, while restoring the power that was consumed before: "I will use the next secret weapon to determine the outcome."

"Are you going to win or lose?"

"Finally, there is a high and a low."

Everyone couldn't help but get excited.

"Come." Chen Zong answered only one word. The long sword was lying across his chest. His left hand and finger fell like a sword on the ridge of the sword and slowly brushed it.

"Netherstorm..." As the four words of Mosen sounded, the long knife seemed to explode, and a cold black wind was born out of thin air, as if gestating from Mosen's body, and engulfing Mosen's body directly.

The rumbling boom was like a storm formed by the violent wind from the Nine Nethers. It came with the will of death, strangling all the devouring vitality. Wherever it passed, the broken stone plates of the battle arena collapsed one after another.

"Netherstorm, the middle-class pseudo-Lingwu, it really is the heir of that family." The pseudo-transcendent realms on the Baizhan Building looked dignified.

Chen Zong looked dignified and felt a kind of destruction from that ghost storm. The terrible destruction was extremely arrogant. I was afraid that its power could already threaten the warriors of the six-star initial combat power.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong's sword fingers crossed the spine of the sword and reached the tip of the sword. A large and vertical force poured out unreservedly, as if the water was flowing, and countless powers condensed into light, along the spine Going through the tip of the sword, bursting out a bit sharp and cold, as if to be able to break the stars.

Secret sword point star!

The time is still short, Chen Zong can not use new power to urge the use of secret sword, can only use vertical and horizontal power, its power is still incomparable.

This sword is extremely powerful, devoted to the real power of the Nine Limits of True Martial Realm.

But more than that, Chen Zong was highly concentrated and inspired the strength of Jian Rui's true meaning.

A striking sharp breath descended on the long sword, converging towards the tip of the sword, and blending into the bit of coldness, it seemed that there was a terrible lightning bolt.

Staring at the terrible black storm that swept through the madness, Chen Zong stabs out.

The space in front of it seemed to oscillate, as if pierced by a sword point, as if killed by a broken bamboo, directly hit the black ghost storm.

Everyone stood up consciously, his eyes widened and his neck stretched out, his eyes dared not blink, lest he missed the most wonderful scene.

Upstairs in a hundred battles, several pseudo-transcendent realms also stared with wide eyes.

The vertical and horizontal sword Sen Luodao, the victory or defeat between Chen Zong and Mo Sen, was divided in this blow.