Sword God

The purple flame in the purple ghost's eyeball jumped at a distance, and Ling Limang shot out, as if to penetrate all secrets, but found nothing.

The creature with a delicious soul disappeared under his own eyes.

As if crossing the water, heavy resistance made Chen Zong's body slow. It seems that a long time has passed. In fact, it was only a short moment. Chen Zong passed the water curtain barrier and fell heavily, making a dull sound.

The severe pain continues to spread from the right palm, sweeping the whole body, the entire arm is uncontrollably twitching, a force of evil and fierce, continues to spread from the right palm as the severe pain spreads to the arm and erodes towards the body, the soul is even more affected The impact of an evil force, the mental consciousness trance.

Fortunately, Chen Zong's soul is strong enough to quickly get rid of this shock and recover.

It seemed that the invisible sharp blade was rushing towards the cutting and tearing, making Chen Zong frown, feeling his vitality, and it seemed that he was being destroyed a little bit.

Without daring to hesitate, Chen Zong immediately swept around, covered with spiritual consciousness, and did not feel any danger. He took out the healing potion and the healing potion and swallowed it.

As the power of the Elixir dissolves, the Spiritual Power recovers quickly, and the healing power of the Elixir also contends with the terrifying power that invades the body. With the cooperation of the Spirituality, it is outspoken in all directions.

It's just that Chen Zong found that the power of the Elixir, his own spiritual power, and the power of the heart sword could not expel the force full of death, and could only compress it with constant impact, and finally blocked one finger of the left hand. on.

As can be seen, Chen Zong's little finger changed greatly, the whole body was gray and black, and the breath of death that was palpitation fluctuated.

It may be a method to cut off the little finger, but Chen Zong does not intend to do so, and only waits until Ziyun Zhenyan's power is restored, and then mobilizes Ziyun Zhenyan to burn it.

The right palm is penetrated, there is a pothole, but under the power of the Elixir, a little recovery, plus Chen Zong’s physical training to achieve the double of the Dragon Power Realm, the self-healing ability is more than the ordinary extraordinary realm. Strong, even if you want to heal completely, it will take a lot of time.

Chen Zong couldn't help showing a bitter smile, and this time, he almost planted it.

But there is no way. King Fuyun has made it very clear that entering the battlefield of the ancient ancients is in danger of death. However, when it has not been encountered, there is often a chance of luck in the subconscious, but when it really comes, it is so caught off guard. .

Fortunately, Chen Zong is not an ordinary person, reminding himself all the time, so when the death crisis comes, he quickly responds and explodes all his strength.

Only, the gap is too big.

Even though he burst out of all strength, he still couldn't resist the other party's blow, and felt that the other party's blow didn't do his best.

If you do your best, maybe you are dead now.

He is not dead, but his injuries are not light. His strength has been significantly affected. He has been greatly discounted, and even the Yipin Spiritual Gloves have been shattered.

"Where is this?" Chen Zong got up and looked carefully.

This is a very empty hall. There are nine huge pillars that support the roof of the hall. Each pillar is covered with unique patterns, one after another, as if the sword marks are staggered, very complicated.

Spiritual knowledge swept through but found nothing, making Chen Zong even more puzzled.

"Is it subspace?" An idea suddenly jumped out.

King Fuyun once said that some conditions of the ancient battlefield are dangerous and there are also opportunities.

One of the so-called dangerous sources is the evil spirits of the battlefield that wake up after nightfall. Of course, there are other geniuses from various domains who enter the battlefield of the ancient antiquity.

Opportunity is secondary space.

Like the sanctuary, the subspace is also built by the upper sect of Shangyu, but there are also differences, that is, most of the subspace is built by the upper sect of Shangyu, and a few of the subspaces are inherited by some powerful ones.

The number of subspaces is scarcer than that of shelters, and it is also better than shelters.

Because the shelter only provides a protection, so that people can spend the night on the battlefield more safely and avoid being chased by evil spirits.

In the secondary space, it is expected to benefit.

Skills, martial arts, panacea, weapons, etc., are possible.

Of course, it is also possible to get nothing.

Determined that this is the secondary space, Chen Zong's thoughts became active.

Not long after the Ligu battlefield opened, he should be the first person to enter this space, and the things inside should not have been taken away.

But where is it?

Chen Zong walked over to the first pillar and looked closely. Looking at the lines like sword marks on it, he unknowingly put his mind into it.

Vaguely, Chen Zong seemed to see a vague figure, holding a sharp sword, and the sword was drawn out. The trajectory seemed simple, but it implied mysterious, extremely clever and sharp.

Each sword mark represents a sword, which is crisscrossed.

I don't know how long it has passed. When Chen Zong woke up and looked closely, he felt that the sword mark on this pillar was not so disordered, it became orderly, and a certain pattern was coming out.

In thought, Chen Zong walked to the second pillar and continued to watch.

Each of the nine pillars is covered with sword marks, which are the same and different. From this point, it can be seen that the sword marks on the nine pillars are from the same person.

"It's not a high-level sword skill." After reading the sword marks on the nine pillars, Chen Zong thought about it.

Based on Chen Zong's accomplishments in swordsmanship, some of the mysteries can be seen. Those sword marks are just traces of simple swordsmanship.

How simple is the sword technique?

It is the basic swordsmanship.

Basic swordsmanship is the foundation of swordsmanship, the simplest move, but under the sword of the unknown strong man, it becomes not simple at all, and contains a unique mystery.

This mystery makes Chen Zong feel indistinct. Obviously the other party's attainments in swordsmanship are better than themselves. As for how much it exceeds, it is impossible to determine.

Sitting cross-legged, Chen Zong carefully realized that an intuition told himself that the sword marks on these nine pillars were the key.

If you can't understand it, even if you enter the subspace, it is just to avoid the evil ghosts under the night outside.

Quietly, Chen Zong's eyes glanced over the eight pillars, and after sweeping all the sword marks on it, it seemed to be deeply engraved in his mind, and his eyes closed immediately, and his breath became long and almost silent.

At the same time as enlightenment, the power of Ziyun Zhenyan is slowly recovering.

Time passed slowly.

In Chen Zong's mind, it seemed that there was a sword light flashing past, that sword light was simple and direct.

Immediately, the second sword lighted up, assassinated all through.

The third way!

The fourth way!

The fifth way!

There are more and more sword lights flashing in my mind, which are more and more dense and criss-crossed, just like a thousand swords, and they are extremely shining. Each sword light may be similar or different.

Chen Zong's expression was very dignified. The thousands of swords of light seemed to break through his mind.

Gradually, thousands of sword lights slowly approached, and finally condensed into one, the sword was extremely magnificent, dazzling, and filled with amazing brilliance, great light, shining into the heavens.

Chen Zong's body was also affected, as if he was not under his control, a body of spiritual power surged, the power of the heart sword and the power of Qingyun also diffused in an instant, and instantly merged into one.

It means like a sword, it seems to be drawn in the sky, and it seems to be assassinated from the sky. It seems that there is no power in the air, like a ray of light smoke, but when the sword light breaks through the sky, the momentum The mighty, like the wind and thunder roaring, shocking the earth, bursting out the power of terror, destroying everything.

With a bang, a cyan sword light split apart, as if a sword divided the space in the hall into two.

Chen Zong also felt the power in his body and was drained in an instant, a emptiness filled his whole body.

Even so, the feeling of being killed by a sword fell into the soul like a brand, and let Chen Zong grasp it.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds of changes merge into one type of sword move..." Chen Zong murmured to himself while swallowing the Elixir to restore his spiritual power.

It turned out that the nine marks on the nine pillars add up to nine hundred and ninety-nine, each of which is very simple, just the traces left by the basic swordsmanship, but different.

When Zeng Wuluo realized, Chen Zong realized that every sword mark was actually a change in swordsmanship. When all the sword marks were thoroughly understood and merged, it was understood that it was actually a sword move.

A very terrifying sword move, issued with all his strength.

With a buzzing sound, the changes became steep, and I saw the nine pillars tremble, the sword marks on them radiated light, and the whole hall seemed to shake with it.

At the same time, in the sky above the sky, a small pavilion was built on the edge of a high mountain cliff, facing the sea of ​​clouds beyond the cliff, the direct sunlight, and the colorful brilliance changed, very gorgeous.

There were two people sitting on the ground in the small pavilion, separated by a small round stone table, on which was placed the crystal clear white jade gourd and two extremely delicate white jade small wine glasses, with amber wine in the glass, the spirit rose , Curled up like a dragon shadow coiled.

One of the middle-aged people in Tsing Yi was about to pick up a glass of wine. Suddenly, he suddenly stunned, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, what's so happy?" The black robe sitting opposite the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi asked a curious smile when he saw a smile in the corner of the other's mouth.

"Interesting thing." The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly and took a sip from the glass: "I left a sword move in the sub-space of the ancient battlefield and I was realized."

"But your swordsmanship?" The black robe raised his eyebrows and was surprised: "In the middle and lower domains, some people can understand, it is incredible."

"That place, I left the first move. It was disassembled into 9,999 kinds of changes. It is necessary to understand all the changes before we can hope to see it." The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi put down his glass and smiled slightly: " But in fact, what I really left is a spirit sword. I only need to find the organ to get the spirit sword. As for the sword move, I never thought that someone could understand it. It was just a whim at the time, but I didn’t expect someone to understand it. through."

"Your sword skill is mysterious, different people understand, and the sword moves are different, but I don't know what kind of sword moves this person can understand?" The black robe is a bit curious. He is not curious about the sword moves. It is the sword move itself.

"If you are destined, you will know in the future." Middle-aged man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly.