Sword God

The Long Snake Flying Knife is fast and flexible, and quickly walks in the sky, surrounding Chen Zong, launching a surprise attack like a poisonous snake out of the hole, and quickly like lightning.

The double swords are in hand, firm and unbreakable, and all attacks are resisted. The trajectory of the sword is clear and simple. There are just a few ways to come and go, and there is no unpredictable feeling.

The short man did his best to launch the flying knife, his purpose was not to defeat Chen Zong, because Chen Zong's combat power is very strong, his main task is to consume Chen Zong's power as much as possible.

As everyone knows, Chen Zong is using his opponent to perform his tricks.

The little middle-aged man did his utmost to shoot out all the last flying knives, and each flying knives burst through the air like lightning.

Under the double swords, all flying knives were all split.

Immediately, the dazzling cross sword light was directly printed on the body of the dwarf middle-aged man through dozens of meters, breaking through the true strength of the body, and the sword was violent and domineering, and the dwarf middle-aged man was split from the ring.

Six consecutive victories!

It is also called the ninety-six winning streak.

Immediately, the next opponent landed on the battle battle ring. This is an old man with a hunchback, holding a bronze tiger head.

Tiger head is a strange weapon, and few people will use it, because it is not easy to practice, but it is quite powerful and not easy to deal with.

The old man walked towards Chen Zong step by step. His footsteps became faster and faster. He blinked across the 100 meters. The slightly hunched body seemed to be continuously enlarged, and suddenly a rod was smashed hard.

It is also a good player with four-star combat power.

Chen Zong's sword came out against a sword, and his swordsmanship was plain.

When the tiger's head was turned, the tip was sharp like a sword breaking through the sky, provoking the thorn, trying to penetrate Chen Zong.

A bronze tiger scepter played vigorously in the hands of the humpbacked old man.

The air was turbulent, and the powerful true power roared like a roar of tigers.

The purpose of the old man is the same as the previous dwarf middle-aged man, not to defeat Chen Zong, but to consume Chen Zong's power as much as possible to provide convenience for the people who snipe behind.

Chen Zong did the same with the old man.

In a fierce battle, Chen Zong's swordsmanship was always so bland, and there were so many swords coming and going, hacking and cutting, but the swords and swords resisted all the attacks of the old man and repulsed the old man again and again. .

"Hundred Tigers!"

The vigorous voice sounded, and the ancient bronze tiger's head gave out a simple and deep luster. The tiger's head seemed to come alive, and gave a roar of majestic mountains.

There were hundreds of tiger head phantoms rushing out, full of hundreds, from all directions to Chen Zong.

The old man's face was pale and his body was trembling slightly. This trick was exhausted, and he stared at Chen Zong surrounded by hundreds of tigers. He only hoped that this trick could cause some damage to Chen Zong and weaken Chen Zong's strength as much as possible.

Hundreds of tiger heads are indeed fierce, and they come from all directions. Each tiger head has amazing power.

Chen Zong's face was plain, and his swords were in his hands. The swords were flowing, and the swords burst into a dazzling cross sword light, crushing hundreds of tiger heads.

The explosions were continuous and the smoke disappeared.

The old man became paler, and he smiled bitterly. He didn't wait until Chen Zong attacked, and he would not admit defeat. He was exhausted.

Ninety-seven winning streak!

With three opponents remaining, you can win a hundred straight, and everyone is more excited.

The new opponent appeared on the battlefield. This is a woman in a red rose shirt. Although she looks a little old and has left traces in the corners of her eyes, her charm still exists. She must have been a beautiful person when she was young.

The woman smiled slightly, her hand shone coldly, and she was a soft sword.

Soft swords are more difficult to cultivate than normal swords, but if they succeed in cultivation, they are often more difficult to resist.

"Little brother, I know that you are not your opponent. Please be merciful." The woman said with a smile.

"Please." Chen Zong smiled slightly.

As the woman smiled, the red rose shirt shook gently, like a blooming flower, like a red cloud fluttering, the soft sword crossed, swaying like a wave of gloss, layer by layer There is no beginning and no end.

People are like flowers, swords are like water.

Chen Zong's eyes lighted slightly. The woman's display of combat power was at most a four-star limit level, which was nothing, but her swordsmanship was interesting. Chen Zong had never seen it before, so he stared carefully. Add bricks to your own swordsmanship.

Under the back and forth of the double swords, all attacks were resisted by Chen Zong, and Chen Zong couldn't help but the woman was very helpless. She had already put out her full strength. A soft sword was like a spirit snake flying, and she could cut gold when sharp. Broken jade, when it is flexible, it can turn back and forth for hundreds of times. When it is continuous, it is like running water, but it can’t help Chen Zong at all. The swords are like the same sky, and they completely resist all offensives.

However, the purpose of the woman is not to defeat Chen Zong, but to consume Chen Zong's power as much as possible, so the sword technique is used to the extreme, despite the repeated surprises of his own consumption.

However, Chen Zong seems to be bottomless. Until now, no one knows how much his power has been consumed.

Almost mastering the essence of the opponent's soft sword swordsmanship, Chen Zong's double swords have also been tempered to a certain extent, the cross sword light was killed, and Jian Jin quickly hurriedly drove the woman back.

Jian Jin is not only violent and overbearing, but also contains amazing sharpness and sharpness. The woman tried her best to resist, but she could not contain the backward steps until she retired from the battle of 100 battles and couldn't help smiling.

Fighting with Chen Zong, the feeling is that everything is not under control, but instead follows the wishes of the other party.

This is indeed the case. Under the persecution of Chen Zong's double swords, he had to show his full strength. In the end, there was no chance of losing.

Ninety-eight winning streak!

There are only the last two games left in the 100-game winning streak, and the opponents in these two games are often the strongest.

The opponent in the 99th game is a bald head, with no clothes on his upper body, and a piece of muscle like steel, full of violent power.

The weapon he used was also very interesting. It was an oval shield with a length of one meter and a half meters on both sides. The front of the shield was covered with a pointed cone, which was very cruel.

This man put his shield in front of him, defended it firmly, and then moved his weight downwards, approaching Chen Zong step by step, as if the battlefield elitely placed a battle array, an amazing momentum emerged from his body, diffused away, when he was fast When running, if a thousand troops and thousands of horses were charged, the whole ring was shaking.

Advance, continue to advance, as if to use this method to force Chen Zong down the ring, Chen Zong made the sword, the cross sword was chopped on the shield, but was completely protected, then the bald man was only a slight figure After a meal, he continued to step forward.

When it was ten meters away from Chen Zong, suddenly, the true power of the bald man swept through, covering two shields, and the two shields were also superimposed in an instant. Like a fierce bombardment of Chen Zong.

Its potential is astonishing, as a meteorite sinks and destroys everything.

Chen Zong didn't mean to dodge halfway, but crossed his swords in front of him and resisted.

The terrible impact shattered the ring. When touching the two swords of Chen Zong, a shocking sound resounded through the sky. The ring under the foot was broken and both feet collapsed.

The bald man with a fierce face, assaulted with all his strength, pressed Chen Zong, but Chen Zong's double swords were still in his hand.

Perhaps the power of this bald man is not bad and strong enough to fight against the early stage of the five-star, but compared with Chen Zong, there is still a big gap.

The double swords shuddered gently, the sword was violently shaken, the violent and overbearing power shocked away, and suddenly the bald man leaned back. But every wave of power is so terrifying.

Unstoppable, the bald-headed man couldn't stop his feet from stepping back and forth in a face full of horror. He stepped on a ring of slate stones at each step of exit.

Along the way, he retreated one after another to the edge of the battle of battle. Although he tried his best to curb his footsteps, the continuous strength of the sword was completely unexpected and unable to resist. The last step of withdrawal, people also fell Ring.

"What a terrible power."

One by one stared at the broken road that was trampled by both feet on the battle platform, and it was hundreds of meters long. It was terrifying.

"Ninety-nine winning streak."

"Only the last game is left. Chen Zong is going to win a hundred straight."

On the battle table, everyone was more and more excited.

The last game is coming, the decisive moment is coming.

On the waiting seat, Chen Zong's last opponent also got up and stepped out, appearing on the battlefield like a teleport, holding a long knife in his hand.

This person is ordinary and difficult to recognize when placed in the crowd. It seems to be 40 or 50 years old, with crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, but his eyes are deep and calm, like the same deep lake.

"Beat me, and you will win a hundred straight." The middle-aged man, carrying one knife and one knife, said to Chen Zong, Xu Xuji, and immediately took his steps, as if strolling in the back garden of his home to enjoy the leisure of the flowers in bloom Calmly and slowly walk towards Chen Zong step by step.

It doesn't feel like fighting, but like chatting with Chen Zong.

Chen Zong's eyes are condensed, others can't feel it, but he can feel it very clearly. As the middle-aged man stepped step by step with a calm and comfortable pace, his body seemed to have a trace of momentum quietly condensed, very It is subtle and undetectable, and it would be difficult to perceive it unless Chen Zong's perception surpassed other martial artists.

The momentum was very subtle, but it continued to spread and spread around the middle-aged people. Chen Zong gave a feeling that when the middle-aged man walked to a certain distance, the scattered momentum would gather in a blink of an eye. At that time, it will release a devastating blow just like the volcanic eruption.

Aware of this, Chen Zong did not change his appearance, and did not attack, but let the other party accumulate momentum.

Chen Zong wanted a winning streak, but he also wanted to fight a strong opponent.

The stronger this middle-aged man is, the happier Chen Zong will be. Of course, the other party cannot be a pseudo transcendent realm, otherwise the battlefield will be fighting on its own, and it may not be a six-star combat power. To achieve it, there must be enough talent.

And those who have six-star combat power, often reaching the age of forty or fifty, are already at a level of pseudo transcendent realm.