Sword God

The sword is like a star mark, and the sword is broken.

The storm is cold and devastating.

When the long sword stabbed in the gloomy storm, it broke apart from the tip of the sword and broke into powder, but the power of the star secret sword was not damaged at all, and it still broke through the storm with astonishing sharpness and assassinated away.

The weapons in the Hundred Battles are specially made. Although they are not pseudo-spiritual weapons, they are better than the first-order pseudo-spiritual weapons in terms of hardness, and can be comparable to the second-order pseudo-spiritual weapons. , Coupled with the horror power of the Netherstorm, the sword under the collision is under greater pressure and will naturally crack.

In the Netherstorm, Mo Sen's long knife also broke apart.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed as though from the Nine Nethers, the devastating horrible ghost storm devoured Chen Zong's body, but Chen Zong's sword also penetrated into the ghost storm and penetrated it.

The roaring sounds exploded continuously from the Netherstorm, and each sound made the hearts of the people around them unconsciously jump.

It seems like a long time in the past, but it is only in a few breaths. The Nether Storm seems to be unable to withstand the impact of powerful forces. It disintegrates from the inside and breaks apart. It turns into a gust of wind blowing in all directions. At the same time, everyone only looks at To a body image is a meteorite flying backwards.

"It's Mosen!"

"Mosen was repulsed."

Faces are horrified.

The Netherstorm completely dissipated, and Chen Zong stood empty-handed on the ruined battle platform. His sword robe was broken, his hair was scattered, his face was pale, and his body was in pain.

The power of Netherstorm is too strong.

In the distance, Mo Sen covered his chest with one hand, and there was a black palm mark on it. The terrifying hot power was violently violently destroyed in the body, causing him to move a little, and there was a kind of tear-like pain.

The previous fierce battles consumed most of the power, and the last Netherstorm even drained the rest of the power. There is not much power left in Mosen today.

The same is true of Chen Zong. A strong and powerful force poured out completely. It was completely used to cast secret swords and stars, able to repel and hurt Mosen. It also benefited from the strong physical training, and exhibited the Hunyuan iron smelter. .

"Do you want to fight again?" Chen Zong asked, despite the fact that the great power had been exhausted, but the strength of the physique could still remain for the most part, and still have the power to fight.

"You won." Mo Sen said, his face still cold.

There is no reason to find it. Now that I have exhausted my strength, there is no power to fight anymore. On the other hand, Chen Zong seems to have surplus power, and he can't admit defeat.

After conceding defeat, Mo Sen turned and stepped out of the ruined battlefield step by step.

"Won."

"Chen Zong actually won."

"It's terrible, this kind of power is terrible."

"This kind of combat power can definitely be listed on the small list." A pseudo extraordinary world in Baizhanlou sighed.

"It hasn't been an 80-game winning streak, are you sending people to snipe?"

"Despite the victory, Chen Zong seems to be at the end of a strong crossbow. One person may be able to defeat it, but if so, I am afraid that the follow-up will not be so exciting, and the income of the hundred battlefields will only fall again."

"In three games, Chen Zong is expected to have an 80-game winning streak. Arrange for someone to attack him. If he loses, he can only blame himself."

The next opponent was immediately scheduled to come on stage, but Chen Zong would not be given time to restore power, and the rules of the battle of the battles could not be taken to restore power.

"You are very powerful, but now you, how much power is left?" The challenger on the field thought he seized the opportunity, as long as he defeated Chen Zong, no matter whether it was a victory or a defeat, he would leave an indelible mark. The record is that he has defeated Chen Zong, a terrifying and powerful sword.

"You're more than defeated." Chen Zong smiled slightly, toes a little on the ground, in the roar, the stone slabs under his feet shattered instantaneously, almost to the extreme, when the other party was too late to react, Chen Zong hit him with a punch .

With a bang, it was unmatched, and the whole person flew out, vomiting blood.

"Won again."

"It seems that Chen Zong still has a lot of power left."

Soon, another challenger came on the court, without a word, he shot directly and attacked Chen Zong from a distance.

Chen Zong shattered all attacks with a wave of hand, punched out with a punch from the air, the punch was as strong as a dragon, between the roaring and raging, straight hitting the other party, flying with a punch.

"Won again."

"An eight-game winning streak is just one game away."

"In this scene, I will fight you." A thick voice sounded, a tall and mighty middle-aged man fell like a boulder on a ruined battlefield, and there were countless dust billowing around the sky Up.

The man was wearing a gray short gown, and his exposed arms were raised like a cast steel. The arm chains and palms were wrapped with black little finger chains, adding a bit of fierceness.

The ordinary face has a scar, and his eyes are fierce and sharp, like a beast lurking. A glance can make ordinary martial arts scared.

He is one of the warriors trained in the battlefield, and is one of the candidates specially used to attack the challenger's winning streak.

From the appearance alone, Chen Zong can see that the other party's physical strength is very strong, it should be practicing physical exercises, and has achieved certain accomplishments, but just how strong it is, without knowing it.

"Take me a punch!" The middle-aged man's eyes glared loudly, with fierce light like a blaze, and a punch was raised, like an arrow on a bow, and pounded forward.

Bang!

The fist was rushing out like a tiger, bringing up the sky with dust and smoke roaring like an earth dragon, and countless rubble fluttering and stirring.

This fist is very fierce, as if it can crush a mountain.

"It's almost the initial fighting power of a four-star." Chen Zong secretly slammed the punch of the opponent immediately.

The strength of body refining in the heyday can completely resist the early stage of the five-star level. If you are a Hunyuan iron smelter, it will be more powerful.

Despite the battle with Mosen, the physical strength also consumed a lot, but after the buffer of the two wars, it has recovered a little, almost 60% of the heyday.

Liucheng's physical training strength is not comparable to that of an ordinary four-star.

Seeing that Chen Zong still had the strength to break his offensive, the middle-aged man was secretly surprised and shot again.

Double fists bombarded continuously, wave after wave of fierce like a fierce tiger, and continuous bombardment came, making the ground vibrate more and more, shaking the mountain, the sound was amazing.

After dozens of consecutive punches, the middle-aged man did not pause, but screamed, his upper body swelled like an inflation, and the muscles were bulging, and there was a layer of blood diffused, exuding a pure blood. fluctuation.

The gurgling gurgling sounded like the sound of gurgling water, but that was the momentum caused by the flow of qi and blood. A powerful qi and blood went all the way to the right arm, and a weird scene appeared. The middle arm of the middle-aged man kept expanding. And the rest of the body seemed to shrink.

The black chain wrapped around the right arm also flew up like a snake dancing, and it instantly turned red.

"Blood Hell Breaking Dragon Fist!"

In the rant, the middle-aged man tried his best to bomb this type of physical training martial arts.

The terrifying qi and blood burst into the sky, the right arm that swelled like a pillar seemed to smash the air in front, the right arm receded quickly, as if shrinking, a blood-red faucet seemed to rush out of the blood prison, roaring With amazing destruction, he slammed into Chen Zong.

"Good!" Chen Zong couldn't help but be shocked: "The power of this punch has completely reached the peak of four stars."

In the heyday, Chen Zong can ignore it, but now the strength is only 60%, and some are hanging.

No matter what, Chen Zong will win.

Take a deep breath, between the pure Yang Qi and blood rushing towards the right arm, condensing on the right palm, the whole palm swells like a grinding disc, the whole body glows red, exuding a terrible high temperature, and the surrounding air twists, it seems There is invisible smoke rising.

It felt like Chen Zong's right palm was squeezed like a blazing sun.

Hundred Yuan Iron Smelter!

Shoot forward with a palm, hit the blood prison leader directly, the moment of collision, the terrifying heat and the violent power, directly smash the blood prison leader, and turn it into an amazing blood-colored impulse, wreaking havoc in all directions.

Immediately, the Scarlet Palmprint flew out of his hand and hurled towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man quickly raised his arms to resist in horror.

With a bang, I felt that my arms were interrupted, and the terrible heat was constantly invading my arms and burning blood.

Retreat!

Irresistible.

"Congratulations to the Zongjian sword Chen Zong for his eighty winning streak."

A voice also sounded upstairs.

On the spectator's seat, everyone first had a meal and immediately cheered.

Eighty winning streak!

Chen Zong's 80-game winning streak, but it is very exciting, time and time again, people think it is difficult to get.

First of all, the fierce battle with Mo Sen thought that he could not win, but I didn't expect to win in the end, but it seems that Chen Zong seemed to have exhausted his strength.

According to the habits of the Hundred Battlefields, people will definitely be sent to snipe, and as expected, the last battle is the people of the Hundred Battlefields to snipe, and the combat power is not weak.

Especially the blood hell breaking dragon fist is even more shocking.

Rao is so, Chen Zong still won.

It feels like being thrown into the cloud and falling down instantly, and then being thrown up again.

Upstairs in a hundred battles, several pseudo transcendent situations looked at each other.

They did arrange manpower to snipe Chen Zong, that is, the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's combat strength is not weak, especially the final blood prison broken dragon fist, has a four-star peak combat power.

If you don't look at Chen Zong in the heyday, you need to know that Chen Zong and Mo Sen have fought all out, and their strength is almost exhausted.

"I didn't expect this child's physical training to be so brilliant."

"There is also a physical training martial art that is more powerful than Blood Prison Breaking Boxing."

"Unexpectedly, totally unexpectedly."

A few pseudo-transcendental realms smiled bitterly.

Now Chen Zong has achieved an 80-game winning streak, and today's battle is over. In the follow-up, Chen Zong will continue to challenge, but it is difficult to find such opportunities again.

With Chen Zong's fighting power, winning a 90-game winning streak does not seem to be difficult.

If it is not possible, even the most difficult 100-game winning streak is expected to impact.

The mentality of several pseudo-transcendent realms upstairs in Baizhan is complicated. On the one hand, he hopes to see a winning streak, and on the other hand, he does not want Chen Zong to win a winning streak.