Sword God

Chixiao defeated and retreated from the invincible road of Hualong.

Yi Qianqiu won, and within ten days, unless he took the initiative to challenge others, others could not challenge him. This is the rule.

After the end of World War I, everyone also returned.

Chen Zong sat cross-legged in the Taiyuan Pavilion, his eyes closed, but the battle between Yi Qianqiu and Chi Xiao was constantly replayed in his mind.

Whether it's Chi Xiao's overbearing force with delicate halberds, or Yi Qianqiu's sharp and boundless and flexible swordsmanship, there are unique points, very exquisite, worth learning from Chen Zong to learn from the advantages Turn yourself into your own.

Only when the martial arts of the world are sublime and the essence of one's own doctrine can be achieved, can one be invincible.

In particular, Yi Qianqiu's swordsmanship, in which the hard-working skills, even interested Chen Zong.

It takes two days to realize one's enlightenment, but it's only a bit of fur.

"You still need to fight Yi Qianqiu before you can truly understand." Chen Zong secretly said.

"Taiyuan Tianzong Chen Zong, quickly come to fight with this king." The momentum is as loud as the sky sounds, the sound waves are heavy, sweeping the world.

"Someone invites to fight again."

"Who is calling Chen Zong of Taiyuan Tianzong?"

"The self-proclaimed king, only Yang Jiutian of Dayi Tianzong."

"Dai Ritianzong's Hong Tiandairi's power is unparalleled, I don't know if Chen Zong can fight?"

"I heard that Taiyuan Tianzong's Taiyuan Taisheng Law is no small matter."

"The Taiyuan Taisheng Method is indeed very strong, but I heard that Chen Zong was born in Cangyu Mountain, but not Zhenyuan Mountain, and did not practice Taiyuan Taisheng Method."

Chen Zong got up, stepped out, landed on the lake, and walked on the water.

In the lake, a crimson suit stood tall, as if it were the center of the world.

A hundred meters apart, facing Yang Jiutian directly, Yang Jiutian saw Chen Zong clearly at a glance, and Chen Zong also looked at Yang Jiutian clearly at a glance.

A suit, a tight upper body covered with gold-red nails, a trouser leg that is as wide as a lantern, and a short one-meter-long gold-red cape fluttering in the wind, grinning, and a round of golden flames on the cape is lifelike, seems It is emitting amazing enthusiasm.

Yang Jiutian's hands naturally fell on both sides, each wearing a gold-red metal glove. The glove seemed to be forged by layers of snake scales. It was full of amazing streamlines and contained a strong and explosive feeling.

Yang Jiutian's long red hair fluttered with the wind, and reflected with the short cloak behind him, as if a flame was jumping and burning. His eyes looked closely, not all black, but a layer of red light, that is It belongs to the red light like the sun.

Just looking at it this way, you can feel a trace of heat spreading, and your own temperature seems to be affected continuously.

What a sunny day!

"When you come out, you want to fight the king." Yang Jiutian spoke again, his voice showing the majesty of overbearing power, as if a human emperor could command life and death: "Whoever fights this king, this king will never Keep your hands, if you are afraid, Duke will admit defeat now."

After Chen Zong came here, he knew more or less of the other people who carried the ancestors' luck. The Yang Jiutian of Dayi Tianzong said that he was not a native of Canglan mainland, but came from an island. Yes, on that island, it was a prince of a dynasty.

In order to pursue the ultimate of martial arts, he decisively gave up the position of prince, but the royal blood of the dynasty and the prince of the prince for a few years, cultivated a temperament that is different from ordinary people, plus the essence of the martial arts of the dynasty into the day of the day After Hong Tian's great achievements, every move was more like a prince on earth.

"Wei Zhan'er." Chen Zong smiled, and the sword was really out of the sheath, and the sharp edge came out, and fell on Yang Jiutian through a hundred meters, making Yang Jiutian's pupil shrink slightly, ten fingers trembling slightly, and rubbing between fingers A burst of sparks burst out.

"This King gives you a battle." Yang Jiutian screamed, his arms were shaken, his fingers were spread between them, and there was a faint red awn flashing, and the cloak was flying behind him, like the rising sun, the blazing sun, and the strongest. The breath permeates all directions, and behind it, there seems to be a round of red sun phantom condensing.

The lake below gradually collapsed, reflected by the red light into a bright red, as if a flame was burning at the bottom of the lake.

The layers of ripples spread away, and the plume of water vapor was evaporated and turned into a white mist.

I saw Yang Jiutian's left hand grabbed out of thin air, and countless red awns emerged from nothingness, instantly condensing into a fist-sized crimson light cluster in his hand, like holding the sun in his hand, between the waves, the fist-sized crimson The light group burst into the air to Chen Zong.

Obviously not big, but it has a strong and powerful force that attracts the world, and the rumbling sound resounds in all directions, exuding an incredibly fierce heat, and slamming to Chen Zong.

Chen Zong did not shy away, but just picked a sword gently, the blade edge was cut diagonally, and turned into a slap-sized residual moon, cutting the air sharply and unmatched, hitting the fist-sized red light directly.

With a bang, the red light of the size of the fist exploded in an instant. The terrifying power hit all directions. A little bit of red fire shot at Chen Zong like a locust arrow, covering Chen Zong's whole body. The terrible power seemed to Chen Zong should be beaten into a sieve.

In the flicker of the sword light, all Mars was defeated, and then, countless finely divided sword awns condensed into one and broke through the sky.

Yang Jiutian's mouth hung with a proud smile, and his right hand caught out of the air, directly grabbing the beasted strong swordmand, the five fingers exerted force, and there seemed to be a click sound, making the scalp tingling, and the red swordmand broke .

Chen Zong's figure flashed on the side of Yang Jiutian, and Jianguang seemed to blast from the distant sky, slashing across, as if to cut the sky and the earth apart.

That touch of scarlet sword light was as thin as a hair, without beginning and end.

Yang Jiutian's eyes narrowed slightly, the redness in his pupils became more and more obvious, and between his cloaks flying, his right hand was raised like a knife, as if a real knife would split the sky, and a straight red sword fell down, Straight with Jianmang.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be a sound of sympathy between gold and iron.

In an instant, Yang Jiutian changed his palms dozens of times in succession, each time struck with a tyrannical force, as if he could break through the mountains and kill Chen Zong.

With one sword in hand, Chen Zong showed the exquisiteness of the sword. No matter how Yang Jiutian's palm changed, he could never break through the defense of that sword. At the same time, he was resisted. While resisting, Chen Zong occasionally came out with a sword. , So that Yang Jiutian had to return to the palm to resist changes.

On the subtleties of martial arts alone, Chen Zong is still above Yang Jiutian.

But the martial arts are fighting, and the subtlety of martial arts is not all, nor is it the only factor that determines the strength of the martial arts.

Yang Jiutian also saw that, in terms of the subtlety of martial arts, he was indeed somewhat inferior to the other, but he didn't take it seriously, because what he was good at was never the subtlety of martial arts.

What I am best at is strength.

Press hard!

Make it happen!

No matter how subtle your changes are, everything under the absolute power is like nothingness.

As for the subtlety of the moves, it is just a remedy for the pursuit of tyranny, or a pursuit of perfecting one's own means, nothing more.

There are icing on the cake.

No, there will not be much impact.

All the changes disappeared, or they all belonged together. There was a red light flashing on the edge of the palm blade, as if a round of strong sun was hidden in it, releasing amazing heat and power, and slashing to Chen Zong.

There is no subtle skill change in this knife, and some are just overwhelming power.

Upright and honest, I will cut you through everything.

Chen Zong's face was slightly dignified, and this palm knife fell, obviously with the true meaning of the wave of the sword.

Similar to the true meaning of the sword, the true meaning of the sword is also divided into five small true meanings, one of which is the true meaning of the sword potential, which is similar to the true meaning of the sword potential.

Chen Zong picked up with a sword, as if tearing the sky, as if picking towards the light of the knife, but crossing the light with the knife in a flash, along the arm of Yang Jiutian at a faster speed, a sword turned into a thorn, straight Run to the door, and then come first.

You break the power, I break the power quickly.

Yang Jiutian frowned slightly, the palm of his right hand remained unchanged, and still slashed to Chen Zong with a majestic momentum, as if he could split the mountain instantly, and his left hand flexed his claws and grabbed a sword that was stabbed, without fear. The gloves he wears on his hand are an amazing third-order pseudo-spiritual weapon. The top-most kind, in addition to not having the power of a real spiritual weapon, is not inferior to the spiritual weapon in terms of hardness, even if it is The inferior artifact is also difficult to destroy.

For clinker, Chen Zong's sword was swaying, and only a sword shadow was caught. The sword body avoided Yang Jiutian's left hand and pierced Xiang Yang Jiutian's heart.

Yang Jiutian groaned, and his left hand changed with it, lifting heavy phantoms in all directions, blocking the changes of Chen Zong's sword.

In front of him, it was like home court, how can we tolerate others to be arrogant.

Although Yang Jiutian is best at strength and momentum, but he is also good at mastering skills. Although he is not as good as Chen Zong, however, his chest is his territory, with one hand in the square inch, the speed is faster. The changes are more flexible, and the sword that Chen Zong stabbed is blocked.

The sword is like a dragon, but the hand is like a dragon's hand, and the two are competing for the front, and Yang Jiutian's right palm knife is still slashing towards Chen Zong, without a pause.

Another dazzling ray of light came on, and the sharp sword was unsheathed, piercing the long sky, with amazing sharpness, piercing Xiangyang Jiutian's right palm knife.

Yang Jiutian's complexion changed slightly, and that sword made him feel a terrible sharpness, as if he could pierce his palm.

Darkly, a violent force surged into the palm, the fiery heat emitted became stronger and the light became more apparent, and the light surrounded the edge of the palm and became extremely tough.

At that moment, the sharp sword stabbed the palm knife, and the terrible sharpness pierced the red light outside the palm knife, and pierced the palm fiercely. When contacted with the glove, the terrible power penetrated the glove and penetrated the sun Within the palm of nine days.

At the same time, a sword that pierced Xiangyang Jiutian's heart was also blocked. Yang Jiutian grabbed with his left hand, so that the long sword had a slight pause, and it was ejected by his fingers.

This refers to the amount of violent violence of Yang Jiutian Hongtian Dayong, can penetrate the iron mountain with one finger, and directly shake the sword body, and its power is rushed towards Chen Zong like a torrent of torrents through the sword body. Arm.