Sword God

The will does not move, and the faith is firm, so the pace is constant.

The heart hides the front and the meaning is mang, so the mang is covered with thorns and thorns before he can move forward.

The heart is toward the light, and the light is in front of us.

Chen Zong stepped out, and the suspension bridge behind him was hidden in darkness.

The light diffused, swept through the body, and then disappeared.

It is a little different from what Chen Zong imagined. In front of him is just a small cave-like cave house. The walls around the cave house are rough.

In this little cave house, leaning against the cave wall, a figure sat cross-legged.

When he saw the figure, Chen Zong's pupils contracted, and Chonglongjian also shivered with it, filling an amazing sharpness and pressure.

After a breath, Chen Zongfang relaxed, because that figure was completely lifeless, not only lifeless, but also a shriveled appearance all over his body, like a dead bark for years.

Mummy!

This is a dead mummy.

"Can it be the corpse left by the ancient strong?" Chen Zong's eyes peered through the darkness, staring at the broken and rotten corpse of the robe, and thought secretly.

After a careful search, except for the corpse, there were no other discoveries. It was a bit disappointing. Immediately, Chen Zong's eyes fell on the finger of the corpse.

Maybe there will be many good things in there.

The left hand grabbed the void, condensed into a strand of invisible rope with ingenious skills between the rushes of spiritual power, quickly caught the Na ring, and then exerted a little force, and with a bang, Na ring would leave the finger of the corpse and flew into In the hands of Chen Zong.

Chen Zong's spiritual power wrapped the Najie, and immediately he moved into the Najie.

"Why?" Chen Zong looked suspiciously.

This corpse seems to have been dead for many years. It stands to reason that Najie should be an unowned thing. Why can't one's spiritual consciousness enter it? Instead, it is blocked by an invisible force.

This is usually the case with the Lord’s vigilance.

"Since this is the case, then forcefully crack." Chen Zong secretly said.

Now that Chen Zong's spiritual consciousness has surpassed the ordinary half-holy level, he is very arrogant, and he instantly bombards to forcibly crack the Nahua, and rushes into the Nahua, suddenly, a majestic breath diffuses Go to resist the spirit of Chen Zong.

Chen Zong's expression changed, and he quickly threw Na Najie, his right hand clasped the heavy dragon sword handle, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his fierce mane gazed at Na Najie embedded in the wall of the cave. It will be able to burst out and release an amazing blow through the heavy dragon sword.

I saw a point on the Nahuan radiate light, which was faint at first, gradually becoming stronger, and finally dazzling like the light from the sun, dispersing all the darkness around.

Chen Zong's eyes condensed, his pupils contracted like needles, staring closely at the light, the change came too suddenly, but fortunately he did not feel any crisis.

"Who... disturbs me..." Canggu's powerful voice rang through the small cave mansion. The sound seemed to come from the ancient times, coming and going from endless time and space, with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes of time.

As the sound rang, a light and shadow appeared, condensing into a figure in the air, the figure was about the size of a normal person's slap, faintly emitting the ancient charm.

"How do you call your senior?" Chen Zong did not relax his guard, and asked in reply.

Chen Zong's voice seemed to attract the little figure's attention. A pair of eyes stared at him, with an indescribable confusion.

In an instant, Chen Zong felt as if he had fallen into chaotic time and space. Under the gaze of those eyes, a secret seemed to be peeped out.

"Wo...Wuni..." The little figure's words were intermittent, it seemed that it was too long, too long, and it was so long that he forgot himself. After a while, he spoke again: "Wuno... Taiyuanwang... …"

"Taiyuan King..." Chen Zong's thinking changed slightly, this person must be a strong man, at least a strong man who entered the Holy Realm, but he didn't know what level he entered the Holy Realm.

After all, there is more than just one level to the Holy Land.

Chen Zong didn't speak because he didn't know what to say for a while, and the light and shadow who claimed to be the Taiyuan King did not speak, it seemed to be recalling something.

Immediately, Chen Zong only felt a strong thought swept across, covering his body as if to penetrate into the body.

Chen Zong burst out a powerful spirit consciousness to resist, but the effect did not seem to be very good. Although his spirit consciousness was strong, the other party's mind was stronger.

This strength is not qualitative, but qualitative.

The spiritual consciousness of the strong men who have entered the Holy Realm has already undergone a qualitative transformation.

"Senior, what do you mean?" Chen Zong's voice was a little cold.

Being swept by the other party's mind and wanting to infiltrate, this is undoubtedly peeping at everything. This method is provocative in the world of the cultivator, enough to cause life and death.

"Your body is very good, with a strong spiritual consciousness, strong blood, pure spiritual strength, I... very satisfied." The voice of King Taiyuan sounded again, sad and joyless, and vast and powerful.

The words of King Taiyuan made Chen Zong's heart tremble unconsciously, and his face also changed slightly. The unpleasant feeling spewed out like a spring from the deepest part of his heart.

The black light stirred, the heavy dragon sword came out of the sheath and beheaded, and the majestic and fierce black sword light shattered the vacuum-like bombardment towards that little figure.

"Still resist me..." Taiyuan Wang sneered, his figure flashed, calmly avoided Chen Zong's sword beheading, and turned into a stream of light rushing towards Chen Zong.

fast!

The speed of King Taiyuan was too fast, so fast that Chen Zong could hardly respond, and he appeared in front of Chen Zong.

For the first time, Chen Zong felt that his body's reaction could not keep up with his consciousness. It seemed that his body was rigid, and the heavy dragon sword he had cut out was too late to withdraw. He could only raise his left hand and pointed like a sword, with a sharp and sharp fingertip The incomparable Guanghua ruthlessly pierced the sky like a sword and killed King Taiyuan.

"The reaction is quick, the fighting consciousness is superb, I... more satisfied..." A chuckle passed into Chen Zong's ear, the sword pointed empty, Wang Taiyuan had already calmly avoided this blow.

The heavy dragon sword slashed out, and the mysterious swordsmanship unfolded. One sword and one sword continued to kill the Taiyuan King. The left hand sword fingers cooperated with each other, and there was no dead corner.

It can be said that Chen Zong puts the third level of Kendo realm to the extreme with the heart and the sword, and also to the extreme without breaking the sword circle, so it still has nothing to do with the king of Taiyuan, as if Chen Zong's every move is in the other's grasp Among them, even, the rhythm of the battle is gradually grasped by the other party.

Knowing this, Chen Zong was unable to reverse it, which was very uncomfortable.

His face was as cold as ten thousand years of cold iron, and Chen Zong's heart continued to breed pressure. This kind of pressure could not be suppressed, but Chen Zong did not pay attention to these constantly growing and growing pressures, waving his sword wholeheartedly and constantly improving himself.

pressure!

The growing pressure makes it hard for Chen Zong to breathe. This deep sense of powerlessness has not been experienced by Chen Zong for a long time.

It has always been against other people that they gradually cannot bear it under their own sword, and they are dominated by their own fighting rhythm, but now it is reversed.

Chen Zong can be sure that at this moment, he has already used his sword to the extreme. King Taiyuan was even more terrifying. Not only did he avoid every sword and every finger of Chen Zong in a leisurely manner, but he went in and out at will, as if everything had no effect on him.

It felt that King Taiyuan seemed to be able to walk in the void of the void.

Thriller!

Chen Zong was horrified.

Is this the ability of the ancient strong?

Chen Zong can see that this Taiyuan King is not a complete body, or that it should be just a body that carries the consciousness of the soul. Compared with the heyday, the strength it possesses is not known how many times it is. Such strength is what makes Chen Zong helpless .

A quarter of an hour!

Chen Zong's limit broke out with a sword for a quarter of an hour, and he was more tired than an hour ago, but he couldn't help each other.

Strong!

This Taiyuan King is really too strong, and he just keeps avoiding, so Chen Zong is so helpless and so tired.

With such a high-strength sword, Rao Yi Chen Zong's strong physique also felt his arms sore for a time.

With his perseverance and perseverance, he challenged his limits in general. Chen Zong's sword speed did not slow down at all, and even each sword became more rounded, bringing a trace of indescribable rhythm.

"You take my blow." At this moment, after Taiyuan Wang avoided Chen Zong's sword, at the same time the voice sounded, he pointed out with a finger.

Taiyuan King's body is very small, only the size of Chen Zong's slap, and his fingers are naturally smaller. Compared with Chen Zong, it is like a comparison between a mouse and an elephant.

However, as King Taiyuan pointed out, Chen Zong's expression was very dignified. The world in front of him disappeared, and King Taiyuan in front of him also disappeared. Only a small finger was constantly zooming in and enlarging, filling the entire eye. Flood the whole world.

That finger is like the pillar of the sky, like the light of the sky, like the finger of the devil, the vastness, the majesty, the domineering, and the cover of everything.

One pointed out that the sky was falling apart.

One pointed out that the light is forever.

This finger carries an indescribable power, which seems to have inspired the whole world, making Chen Zong born an irresistible thought, and even more unable to avoid it, only to wait for death.

But Chen Zong's heart was extremely tenacious, his will was very firm, and his belief was very strong. Especially after the suspension bridge and his party were further refined, it was like a sword embryo.

"cut!"

With only one mind, Chen Zongsheng withstood this huge pressure as if the Tianzhu collapsed into the sky dome and cut a sword.

This is the cut of the heavy dragon sword, and also the cut of Chen Zong's body, and even the cut of Chen Zong's intention.

The Chonglong Sword seemed to roar with an earth-shattering voice, the dark sword light blooming, like a round of black sun hung up, engulfing all the light.

But under the finger of the other party's light, the black quickly melted, as if the ice and snow were roasted by the blazing sun, and silently, the finger pointed to the heavy dragon sword.

No sound sounded, but Chen Zong was trembling all over, like a lightning strike, and a terrible force constantly blasted into Chen Zong's body, wreaking havoc.