Sword God

Liao Feifan stared at Chen Zong, a fierce light flashed through his eyes.

Half a year ago, the Mingguang Mountain Lord and the elders had explained that when Zongmen encountered Chen Zong, he would have to work hard to abolish it, but in the present situation, it is obviously impossible to abolish the other party, otherwise it will be a violation. Zongmen rules, even the owner of Mingguang Mountain is difficult to keep him.

However, it can't be abolished, but it can also be a humiliation to Chen Zong's fierce lesson, and it can be made into a non-fatal serious injury.

In this way, it can also make Cang Yushan lose his face and make Mingguang Mountain Lord happy.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Liao Feifan stared at Chen Zong's eyes more and more fierce, and immediately, the corners of his mouth were raised, a slight grin hung, and said in a cold and sharp voice: "Chen Zong, I hope you can hold on for a while, don't admit defeat early. Just fine."

Chen Zong heard the words and smiled slightly.

Outside sounds cannot be heard here, but the sounds here are not affected and can be heard outside.

Liao Feifan's voice was not deliberately concealed or strengthened, but many people could hear it, and suddenly a strange look appeared on each face.

Judging from the fact that Chen Zong easily defeated Qin Yijue before, Chen Zong's strength is at least the second pole, and still belongs to a relatively strong level among the second pole. There is no doubt that Liao Feifan is also the strength of the second pole, but can Whether it is stronger than Chen Zong is still an unknown number.

Of course, it's also because Liao Feifan didn't know that Qin Yijue was easily defeated by Chen Zongyijian, otherwise he would not say such things.

"This disciple of Mingguang Mountain is really interesting." The owner of Cangyu Mountain could not help laughing.

The eyes of Lord Mingguang Mountain twitched again and again, his face gloomy, and he wished to slap Liao extraordinary with a slap.

Up to now, Mingguang Mountain has no hope for Liao Feifan. After all, Chen Zong's strength is not weak, at least not weaker than Liao Feifan, or even stronger.

"Six, choose the combat terrain." Elder Yuande's voice sounded.

"The Land of Three Suns." Without hesitation, Liao Feifan said his choice.

The terrain changed into a valley, and there were no plants and trees around the valley, and some were just hard reddish brown stones, which seemed to emit a trace of high-temperature heat.

Immediately, three clusters of red light condensed above the valley, and turned into three rounds of blazing sun.

There is no doubt that this is a favorable fighting environment for Liao Feifan.

Withdrawing the long knife from the waist, it was a three-finger long knife. The blade looked bright yellow and reddish, with a faint halo.

"Are you ready?"

When the words fell, Liao Feifan's long sword shook, and a slap-like bright moon-like light slashed across Chen Zong's shoulder.

Chen Zong shook his shoulders, and the knife passed by, hitting a rock behind him, splitting into it, and a knife mark appeared.

Liao Feifan's figure flashed, and his body and knife approached Chen Zong. The knife's light became brighter and brighter, becoming a bit dazzling, and with a piercing roar of noise, he severely fell from the sky.

In a flash, there were dozens of sword lights falling from the sky, such as a fan-shaped cover, so that Chen Zong had nowhere to dodge, and each sword light carried the true meaning of fire with small real breath fluctuations.

As the first core disciple of Mingguang Mountain, the talent is extremely powerful, and Liao Feifan has already mastered the four small real meanings of the true meaning of fire.

The four small true meanings of the true meaning of fire are the true meaning of Liao Feifan's major, and the inheritance of Mingguang Mountain will choose the battle environment like the land of Sanyang.

There is both light and heat.

In fact, the true meaning of Mingguang Mountain should be the true meaning of light, but it is a pity that the understanding of the true meaning of light is more difficult than the true meaning of fire. So far, Liao Feifan has only mastered a kind of light The real meaning is just the real meaning.

Facing Liao Feifan's dozens of sword-slashing with the true meaning of the fire, Chen Zong's expression remains unchanged. This level of offensive is nothing, but only the level of the second pole.

With a sword, you can break it.

However, Chen Zong did not intend to do so.

The choice of the battle environment made Chen Zong very interested, and this place of San Yang is suitable for Liao Feifan's battle environment, but it may not be unsuitable for himself.

Chen Zong can clearly feel the surroundings, that the active and true meaning of the fire fluctuates, and he also brings another kind of bright and vivid breath of fluctuation.

The most important thing is, do not intend to easily defeat Liao Feifan.

The long sword came out of the sheath, bringing up a crimson light, and on it was also accompanied by the true meaning of fire.

That's right, after receiving a lot of merits, Chen Zong entered the realm of Wuzhen many times, not only understanding all four small real meanings of the true meaning of water, but also all four small real meanings of the true meaning of fire.

Under such circumstances, it is obviously suitable for the true meaning of fire to play.

Under the superb sword skills, Chen Zong completely resisted dozens of sword lights, and then a sword came out.

Liao Feifan's face was suddenly dignified, and Chen Zong's strength was somewhat unexpected.

"Chiyang cut!"

The blade of the knife fell, and the crimson blade of light covered a layer of blazing flames, constantly absorbing the small true meaning of the fire floating in the air, making the power of this blade continue to increase, and the flame became stronger and stronger.

"Fenyang style!"

Chen Zong was killed with a sword.

The Fenyang formula is precisely after understanding and grasping the four small real meanings of the true meaning of fire, and deducing the created pseudo-spiritual martial arts in Yanwu territory. The formula is to integrate two types, the three is to integrate three types, and the four is to integrate four types, which is very simple and direct.

Crimson sword light with a round of coronal light, as if covered by red flames, was brutally smashed out of the sky and collided with Chiyang's huge sword light.

Along with this, both Chiyang and Fenyang collapsed.

Fenyang Second Form!

Chen Zongshi exhibited the second move, the power was even stronger.

"The fiery sky strikes!" Liao Feifan swept up with a knife sweep, and the crimson knife light diffused and condensed, and then rushed into the sky, reaching a height of 100 meters, continuously compressed and condensed, and turned into a knife-point look, the terrifying momentum was far away Chen Zong locked.

come down!

The huge blade tip rubs against the air at high speed and bursts out even more amazing heat and heat, like a comet shot down, slamming down.

high altitude!

sharp!

huge!

Blazing!

The combination of all kinds of things is carrying the power of three small intents, and under the battle environment suitable for oneself in the land of Sanyang, the power of this blow has gradually approached the pseudo of four small intents. Lingwu.

Very strong!

As the fiery sky shot down, Liao Feifan approached Chen Zong by bullying himself, and the long knife was shocked, and the layers of knife light spread out.

What this knife incorporates is not the true meaning of fire, but the true meaning of light. Light is very good at speed, so the speed of this knife is too fast to describe.

In an instant, Chen Zong faced two aggressive attacks.

The look is unchanged. Although this degree is strong enough to kill some of the second pole and even beheaded, it is still not enough for Chen Zong.

A flower in front of me, the blasting fierce sky-strike broke the hard valley rock, and drilled a pot with a depth of several meters. Up.

A blaze of extreme light slashed through like an aurora, chopping and smashing a remnant like a smoke.

With a flick of his eyelids, Liao Feifan's complexion was ugly, and he felt a bad feeling in his heart. The strength of Chen Zong seemed beyond his expectations.

There was a fiery heat behind him, and Liao Feifan quickly turned around, slashing out his long sword, shaking his figure at the same time, transforming into three figures, and then rushing forward in a flicker.

Sword fighting!

Countless harsh collisions burst out, countless sparks splashed.

Chen Zong's sword is fast, and Liao Feifan's knife is fast, but Liao Feifan took out his full speed, and Chen Zong has a hidden speed, so the two sides are equal.

"This person's strength should not be this level." A core disciple of Ji Wu Tianzong frowned and said in amazement.

Only then did he see Chen Zong's sword defeat Qin Yijue.

"It doesn't matter." Ji Wu Tianzong's core disciple said lightly. In his eyes, only Fang Xingchen.

"Also, without the strength of the third pole, it is simply not worth the attention of the brothers."

But several other core disciples who were shortlisted in the top ten did not have any special feeling, because they did not know the true strength of Chen Zong.

"Chiyang cut!"

"Blade!"

"Streamer three hits!"

"Blazing fire!"

Liao Feifan exhibited a false spirit martial art created by himself or left by his predecessors, with a knife in his hand, constantly beheading Chen Zong, extremely violent.

Realizing that Chen Zong's strength is not simple, he has no idea of ​​torturing and humiliating Chen Zong, but wants to defeat it.

"Brightness!"

Holding the long knife with both hands and holding it high, the violent little true meaning and a strong force were completely poured into it, and the small true meaning surrounding the surroundings also attached, as if pouring back like a vortex. Detonated like a blast, more amazing light and enthusiasm.

"cut!"

The roar was thunderous and thundering, the huge blade of light shining brightly fell straight down, and the amazing arc split all in front, making Chen Zong feel numb.

The light shines!

The inherited secret weapon of Mingguang Mountain.

This cut incorporates four small intentions, one of which is the true meaning of light, and the other three are the true meaning of fire.

"Fenyang Four Types!"

Chen Zongyi had a sword across his face, and his face was a bit cold, and his fingers crossed across the red sword.

Immediately, as if the sword were activated, a stream of flames burst out, fluctuating with moving spirituality.

Afterwards, a sword was drawn out, which looked flat and dull, but the blazing heat of the three suns in the sky seemed to be drawn into it.

Such a fighting environment is also beneficial to Chen Zong.

One sword was killed, the sword body disappeared, and only a stream of flames broke through.

Collisions, all sounds disappeared, and all the surrounding scenes seemed to be solidified, less than one-hundredth of a second, the terrible explosion blasted the world, the rocks below broke down, and slowly under the terrible heat Melting, the crimson ripples spread one after another, crushing the broken rock into powder.