Sword God

After making up his mind, Chen Zong's counterattack was even stronger.

Doing his best, regardless of the consumption of power, approaching the red fire again and again to lead the sword.

Every time a sword is made, it is an attempt.

Four others shot, sharing the pressure to a certain extent, so that Chen Zong can better think about it.

The third move of the Cangyu technique, after repeated efforts by Chen Zong, is now only the last line, just like a thin film, as long as the thin film is broken, it will come to fruition.

But that layer of film is sometimes very strong, not so easy.

Either grind slowly to find an opportunity, or with sufficient external pressure, Chen Zong is taking the latter.

Yu Zhengxiao and others are not ordinary people, naturally seeing Chen Zong's approach at this time, it seems that he took the red fire command as the object of grinding, and was shocked and even pinched a cold sweat.

But to accomplish the task now, only Chen Zong has to be pinned on it.

Therefore, they also cooperate as much as possible to create opportunities for Chen Zong.

Everyone tried their best, and then barely competed with the leader of Red Fire.

The two swords handed over, resisting the giant blade of the red fire leader, and the terrifying and incomparable power was crushed. Chen Zong flew back instantly, and his body and bones seemed to be interrupted again and again. It directly hit the hard wall of the cave, spit out a blood, pale.

However, a smile appeared on Chen Zong's face.

Because in a flash, I realized that a feeling of breaking the shackles came into being.

When he realized it, Chen Zongfang understood how to derive the third move of the Cangyu technique.

"Four brothers and sisters, hold him." Chen Zong shouted, and his figure landed.

The four immediately performed their tricks.

Canghe!

Rainbow is empty!

Baiying crack!

No shadow!

Although it is not clear why Chen Zong said so, they chose to believe Chen Zong.

The four of them do their tricks. Although they cannot kill Chihuo Command, their powerful power can also cause Chihuo Command to be injured. The most important thing is that they can hold Chihuo Command and make it impossible to deal with Chen Zong.

Taking a deep breath, the countless auras in my mind emerged one after another, and the collision continued to spark.

The Diyin sword returns to its sheath, and Chen Zong holds the Tianyang sword with both hands. Only in this way can he exert his power to the extreme.

The mysteries of the cunning strike and the fog are all applied by Chen Zong. As the Tianyang sword dances around, the wisps of off-white sword light diffuse like mist.

The true meaning of sword power!

The true meaning of sword speed!

The true meaning of Jianfeng!

The true meaning of Jian Rui!

One after another, the little true meaning was urged by Chen Zong and merged into it.

"Not enough, not enough."

"Senior Brother Yu's cypress merged four small intents, but still couldn't help each other. Even if I merged the four small intents, at most it is more powerful than the cypress, and it can't really threaten this powerful red fire person.

It must be stronger.

The fifth kind of real meaning.

As soon as he was ruthless, Chen Zong also incorporated the true meaning of the sword.

If before, Chen Zong would never dare to do this, because the possibility of failure is too great, and the failure will have very serious consequences.

But now, there is quite a possibility that the aura of light emerges under inspiration.

Buzz!

Because of the penetration of the five small real intentions, the Tianyang Sword trembles as if it is difficult to withstand this powerful force.

Chen Zong's arms also tremble with it, and it seems that he feels difficult to hold the Tianyang Sword and is about to fly out.

"Cut!" screamed like a thunder.

Along with this, Chen Zong clasped the Tianyang sword with both hands, and slashed forward with a sword obliquely, slashing towards Chihuo command.

The off-white sword lights that surround them instantly converge into one.

White, as white as jade, and exuding layers of halo.

This white jade sword light, almost the thickness of the fingers, but very bright and brilliant, cut the sky open, and cut like a bamboo to the red fire leader.

If thunder is like lightning.

The armor of the Red Fire Commander was like a fake, directly cut into by the white jade sword light. This sword directly showed the unparalleled amazing power, so that the eyelids of Yu Zhengxiao suddenly shuddered and jumped wildly.

It's just not enough. With this sword alone, it's not enough to kill the Red Fire Commander.

One sword is not enough, then two swords.

Clenching the Tianyang sword, Chen Zong waved out again.

Another white jade sword light broke through the air and seemed more pure.

Following the original wound, cut into the body of the red fire leader again.

Along with it is the third sword.

This sword, the body and sword combined to kill.

Chen Zong's figure turned into a white jade sword light, as if passing through the body of Chihuo.

Three swords and three cuts, the speed is too fast and too fast, especially when the first sword is cut, it has already caused heavy damage to the red fire leader, and his body froze instantly, and Chen Zong is also good at seizing the opportunity and controlling the power. Is precise.

From the chest, the body of Red Fire Commander was cut into two sections, slid down diagonally, and an angry roar continued, which was the wailing of the end.

Struggling constantly, the flames on his body seem to become stronger, but he can't stop the recession.

Chen Zong and others all retreated to avoid the dying counterattack of this red-fire man. After all, he was too strong, and no one knew if he would make any counterattack.

At the same time, a subtle click sound continued, and Chen Zong's look slightly changed.

I saw that the Tianyang sword was covered with cracks, as if it was a ceramic struck by an external force. Although it was still sticking together, it would be completely broken with a little force.

With a little thought, Chen Zong knew that this was because Tianyang Jian couldn't bear the strength of the only move, and it still broke out three times in a row in an instant, bearing a greater load.

Integrating the five kinds of small real intentions into a sword is not a simple fusion, but a fusion in the true sense. Its power is naturally terrible. If it is calculated according to grade, it is a pseudo-spiritual martial art.

The combination of the power of the five real intentions and the imaginary sword power is undoubtedly terrible. Although the Tianyang sword is a third-order pseudo-spiritual weapon, it still cannot bear it completely. Even when Chen Zong is performing, there is a kind of control feel.

On the one hand, it has just been derived and is not yet perfect, so the control is slightly weaker. On the other hand, it is too powerful to control.

All four of Yu Zhengxiao's eyes widened, staring at Red Fire Commander who turned into coke in the roar of the end, and his inner shock was hard to tell.

"Brother, what is your sword?" Yu Zheng asked, cursing.

"Cangyu." A flash of light flashed in Chen Zong's mind. The white jade-colored sword light seemed to cross again, and he answered smoothly. On the one hand, he took out the pill.

Cangyu broke out three times in a row. Not only was the Tianyang sword damaged, but he was also injured.

But in any case, the Red Fire Commander is dead, and the Red Fire life in the entire mine is completely cleared, which means that this task has also been completed. Now all that remains is to leave the Chiyang Subworld and return to the Zongmen. .

"Brother Chen, this time I can complete the task, thanks to you." Tang Zhengming said right, but he was a bit ashamed. Before that, he looked down on Chen Zong, but I didn't expect Chen Zong to be the strongest of them.

"The task can be completed by each of us." Chen Zong laughed, which is a fact, otherwise he alone could not help this powerful Chihuo man.

"In any case, Brother Chen has the greatest credit." Tong Xiuyin laughed.

In the end, the giant weapon under the command of Red Fire belongs to Chen Zong.

According to the previous method, it should be divided equally by five people, but because Chen Zong has the most credit, he belongs to Chen Zong.

The giant blade used by the Chihuo commander is not ordinary. Upon inspection, it also contains a trace of Chiyang iron essence, which is of high value.

"Your sword is broken, you can just extract this giant blade of red iron iron and recast it." Yu Zhengxiao laughed.

Chen Zong thought, justified, he accepted it.

"Now that the mission has been completed, go back."

After searching, the five left quickly.

The way back is smoother, and the speed seems to be a little faster. After all, the task is completed and nothing is left alone.

After passing through the portal of the Chiyang secondary world, we returned to the Taiyuan Tianzong secondary world transit station again.

Five people went to Wanzhi Hall of Taizong Tianzong together to pay the task.

After paying the task, there are a total of 30,000 meritorious merits, and each person will get 6,000 points evenly.

As for how to confirm whether the task is completed, naturally there is a method to specifically confirm that if the task is confirmed to be not completed, the merits will not only be recovered, but also doubled.

Therefore, no one will do that kind of deceit. After being found, not only will they lose a lot of merit, but they will also be publicly announced and lose their faces.

Afterwards, the people also turned over the red irons they got in exchange for merit.

In addition to the giant blade commanded by Chihuo, Chen Zong turned over all other Chiyang irons, and finally got more than two hundred merits.

Although it is much worse than 6,000 points, let's get less.

"Brother Chen, I hope to continue to cooperate in the future." Tang Zhengming laughed.

Tong Xiuyin and Luo Qingyan also said so, after all, Chen Zong's temperament is not bad, his strength is also very strong, indeed a good partner.

"There will be opportunities." Chen Zong also smiled.

After leaving each other, Chen Zonghe and Yu Zhengxiao returned to Cangyu Mountain.

As soon as he returned to Cangyu Mountain, Chen Zong sent a message to Master Zhang Cangyu Mountain, saying that he had a little red iron iron essence, and he planned to recast the sword in his hand.

Soon, the owner of Cangyu Mountain replied and asked Chen Zong to go directly to the founding master of Cangyu Mountain.

The founding master is also a prefect of the Cangyu Mountain. Because of his superb casting skills, he belongs to a higher level among the prefects of the prefecture level, which is almost comparable to that of the elders of the level. Naturally, there will be no shelves.

Chen Zong took out the Tianyang sword covered with cracks, and then took out the red giant iron blade of the red sun. After turning his thoughts, he took out the Diyin sword again.

Then he asked the elder to refine the iron sword of the red iron blade of the red sun and recast the Tianyang sword. If there is still a surplus, he also recasts the sword of the earth, if not.

The elder stared at Chiyang Iron Giant Blade and nodded with satisfaction, and then let Chen Zong show his sword skills.

"The quality of Chiyang Iron is very high, with some iron essence inside, which is quite good. It is enough to remake these two swords."

"Then trouble you." Chen Zong bowed to salute.

"Three days later, you will come to fetch the sword again." Elder Huo said, waving Chen Zong away.