Sword God

"Tiger Leaps Thousand Mountains!"

"Tiger Roaring Wanlin!"

"Fu Tiger-style!"

One trick after another, a tyrannical move, it seems that a fierce tiger roared, dispelling the demon power, and mercilessly slammed into Chen Zong, especially the last one, which is a combination of power and amazing.

But Chen Zong still waved his sword to resist it one by one, without breaking.

The last sword was swept out, the sword was stretched continuously, and the opponent was flew away.

Won another game.

Then, Chen Zong won again with one sword, and his opponent was too weak, and he couldn't even stop himself with a sword. How can he help himself understand the trick?

Ninety winning streak!

"Ninety consecutive victories."

"Great."

"He should challenge a 100-game winning streak."

"Hundred-game winning streak, it hasn't appeared in a long time, and finally someone will challenge it."

"It's a ninety-game winning streak, it's too easy." The youths stunned and laughed.

"It seems that I will come to play some other day. It's good to take a hundred-game winning streak and leave a statue here for people to admire." One of the few youths laughed, as if the challenge of the battle is very easy. You can get as many winning streak as you want.

"I think it's okay, it's better to come to participate the day after tomorrow, and then meet Chen Zong to end his winning streak."

"Okay, just do it."

In a few words, a few youths made a decision.

After winning a ninety-game winning streak, Chen Zong got up and left the Hundred Battlefield. Without leisure, he went back to his residence and continued to participate in the trick.

With the efforts of Chen Zong, the tricks became a little clearer, but there was still a lot of distance from the formation.

There were bright lights outside the house, and there were talks all over the place, and it was all about the battle of the battles. The word Chen Zong has been mentioned all the time, it seems to be hanging on everyone's mouth.

The young people were eating in the restaurant, and the sounds around them always brought words such as vertical and horizontal swords or Chen Zong from time to time. The more they listened, the more bored they became, and they couldn't help feeling violent.

"Shut up!" The young man with narrow eyes shouted coldly, and his whole body exuded an amazingly cold and sharp breath, such as the invisible sword gas breaking through the air, which caused other people in the restaurant to tremble.

"Chen ZongChen ZongChen Zong, what kind of thing is he? Your foolish people have been hanging around."

"Whoever dare to mention this name, I will kill."

As the words fell, the ice-cold killer spread out, and the entire restaurant seemed to be crushed.

One by one, they dared not squeak, but they did not dare to even move, lest they would be killed.

"Okay, what's wrong with a group of ants." The voice of a few young people headed, with high indifference, made people very uncomfortable.

"Humph." The young man sat down with a cold face.

The killing dissipated, and the people in the restaurant did not dare to move. It took a while for someone to get up and leave in a jittery manner. In a short time, only a few people were left in the entire restaurant. They are all pseudo-transcendent realms, and naturally will not be afraid of several real martial arts realms.

On the contrary, they were quite disdainful about this, but Chen Zong did not have a semi-relationship with himself and others, and naturally he wouldn't take care of business.

Chen Zong didn't know about these things, and he was still immersed in enlightenment.

Overnight, when Chaoyang came into the sky, and a new day arrived, today is a true martial stage at the level of pseudo transcendent realm, and Chen Zong does not intend to watch the battle.

After walking out of the residence, Chen Zongxin walked to the streets of Baizhan City, seemingly aimlessly walking along the wide streets, but he still continued to understand the tricks of the sword sword.

Walking around, Chen Zong stepped into a restaurant and sat down by the window with his distracted mind remaining outside.

"Guest, what do you want to eat?" The restaurant buddy trot and asked with a smile while wiping the table again.

"Several kinds of signature dishes, come to a jar of wine." Chen Zong responded casually, his main thoughts were used in the insights of the unique tricks, both walking and sitting.

"Okay, please drink tea first and wait a moment." The man skillfully brought hot tea to Chen Zongduan.

Soon, four young people also set foot on the restaurant, their eyes swept away and fell on Chen Zong.

"It's him."

"go."

With that, one of them walked in front of Chen Zong, his hands fell on the edge of the table, and his eyes were a little cold, as if he wanted to see through Chen Zong.

"Chen Zong, don't be too crazy to be a man."

Chen Zongwen stunned slightly.

Too crazy?

I have never acted in my own way.

"Is your name mentioned repeatedly by everyone, doesn't it feel very cool, thinking that you can't be beaten by others?" The young man's eyes were cold and sharp, his words were aggressive, but he was very ironic: "Remember my words , You are nothing, you will know tomorrow."

After that, the young man got up and walked back to his place.

Chen Zong's expression returned to calm, and he did not refute each other because he was lazy.

This kind of verbal battle is not good, it is better to divide your mind and meditate on the trick.

There was no response from Chen Zong, which made the young man very uncomfortable, but he still suppressed his inner anger and waited until tomorrow's battle of battle to give him a good look.

After using a delicious meal, Chen Zong left the restaurant, returned to his residence along the street, and continued to practice enlightenment.

Now Xiu Wei has reached the nineth limit of the real martial arts realm. As for the tenth weight, which symbolizes the completeness of the real martial arts realm, he has no clue.

In fact, normal martial arts cultivation, after cultivation reaches the ninth limit of the real martial arts realm, it can begin to accumulate and prepare for the breakthrough to the pseudo transcendent realm.

There is only one way to break through to the pseudo transcendent realm, and that is to open up a trick.

After opening a trick, you can transform the true power and become more powerful. It is a kind of pseudo-spiritual power between the real power and the spiritual power of the extraordinary realm. It is not as good as the real spiritual power, but it is more than the real power. Forced many times.

Ordinary warriors want to get through the tricks, which is very difficult. This is also the reason why many warriors have been stuck in the bottleneck for decades and even longer after they have been raised to the ninth limit of the real martial arts.

As for whether Chen Zong can or not, he can clearly feel that as long as he wants, he can transform a strong and powerful real force at any time into a more powerful pseudo-spiritual force, and then step into the pseudo-supernatural realm, and the combat power will surge. .

Because when Chen Zong practiced the state of strength, he had opened two key points.

Zenith Cave and Diyuan Cave!

For example, there is a door in front of Chen Zong, and Chen Zong has already held the key to open the door. As long as he wants, he can directly open the door and walk into a wider world.

But Chen Zong was reluctant, and the true martial arts were the tenth most important goal.

In addition, you also need to train your mind to change into the second change. It is best to practice even the mind to change to the third change before you break through to the pseudo transcendent realm. After all, the pseudo spiritual power is many times stronger than the big real power. The integration of other forces of one's own will greatly increase the difficulty.

But if it is merged at the level of the real martial arts, then after the breakthrough, there is no need to merge again.

Based on these two points and what to say, Chen Zong can't break into the pseudo transcendent realm now.

So if you want to enhance your own combat power, you can only start with the cultivation of your mind and your unique skills.

As night fell, Chen Zong was still practicing.

At dawn, Chen Zong woke up from his cultivation, got up, and walked towards the direction of the hundred battlefields.

When Chen Zong arrived on the battlefield, the viewing seat was already full and more crowded than last time, because today is the challenge for Chen Zong to win the winning streak.

Among these tens of thousands of viewers, some of them are pseudo-transcendental masters and are interested.

There are few people who can win a one-hundred winning streak since ancient times. After all, the hundred battlefields will not allow others to achieve a one-hundred winning streak.

Holding the number wooden sign, Chen Zong stepped onto the waiting seat.

On the waiting seat, Chen Zong felt that five fierce and arrogant eyes fell on his body, as if in substance.

The masters of these gazes are not young, and they seem to be at least forty years old. Chen Zong suddenly produced a feeling that perhaps these people are his opponents today.

It seems that they should all be masters cultivated by the Hundred Battlefields themselves, and each one of them is not weak.

In addition to those five people, there are other people on the waiting seat who are all going to participate in the challenge. After all, if they don't face Chen Zong, they may be able to win some winning streak.

After a while, a young man walked up, exuding sternness, like an invisible sword spirit.

The young man's sharp gaze swept away, and finally fell on Chen Zong's body, a cold expression hung in the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know if Chen Zong can win a hundred straight?"

"It should be possible, he is so powerful."

"I guess it's a little difficult. Hundred Battlefield won't let him win a hundred straight victories. You have to know that Hundred Battlefield itself trains a lot of masters, and each one is not weak."

"Yes."

"Today, there must be several wonderful battles."

"I hope Chen Zong can win a hundred straight."

Amidst countless arguments, today's battle challenge will begin.

Chen Zong was not the first to play, because Chen Zong was not the first to arrive.

Chen Zong stared at the battle on the battlefield, but most of his thoughts were actually on the unique insights.

The victory and defeat on the battle arena will soon be revealed.

Then, someone rushed into the battle to continue fighting.

One after another, Chen Zong's name was quickly called, and the voice was unusually loud, with a hint of excitement implied.

A hundred winning streak may be born, can you not be excited?

"I know that I am not your opponent, but I do not admit defeat." Chen Zong's opponent Zheng Zheng said, as if to release a tremendous fire with a faint candlelight, even though it was an extravagant hope, Chen Zong still let him give full play, and then, Beat with a sword.

Too weak to play any role in grinding.

When the sound rang and the next opponent was about to leave the waiting seat, the young man suddenly got up and pressed the man's shoulder.

"Give me the wooden sign." The young man said, "Xu Buji", his voice was cold.

The man was about to get angry, but found that he couldn't move anymore. A terrible breath enveloped him, like an invisible sword running through his body. In horror, he quickly handed over his wooden sign.

Holding a wooden sign, the young man sneered in the corner of his mouth and stepped out.