Sword God

The sword was terrifying, as if there were no traces in the air, which was terrifying.

"It's a strong sword." Venerable Master was secretly surprised. Although this knife was nothing to him, it was because his cultivation was so advanced that it was far superior to Wufeng's countless times.

In terms of half-holy level, Wu Feng's knife is terrible.

"This knife is a masterpiece of Wu Feng's own set of swordsmanship." Venerable Sword said with some pride.

Sure!

That was a trick created by Wufeng's chance coincidence, and also a lore.

Although it is not perfect yet, it has already begun to exert its power. At the half-stance level, it is a terrible knife. Its power is comparable to some holy-level inferior swordsmanship practiced to a satisfactory level.

Wu Feng has a solemn look, and his eyes are fierce, as if puncturing the sky and tearing everything apart, do his best.

cut!

The blade of light seemed to be the first light of the heavens and the earth, and it seemed to tear the chaotic Taikoo Thunder, with an unparalleled utter despair.

The world was dim, and only the blade of light shook the world and seemed to be the only one in the world. It also attracted Chen Zong's mind, and seemed to be inhaled, immersed in it.

The realm of the heart is urged to the extreme, the mind is constantly consumed, and Chen Zong's eyes stare at the light of the knife.

When Daoguang splits into the realm of the heart, the realm of the heart is turbulent and seems to be unbearable.

Chen Zong also captured the sword light, which was the only one in the world that brought a great touch to Chen Zong.

This knife...Musou!

"I can block it!"

This is a belief, a belief given to oneself, an unparalleled belief.

Hengjian is in front of him, and between the shaking of the sword body, the force of tyranny diffuses.

Sword and sword!

Heaven and earth!

Thunder and mountains!

Block!

Chen Zong blocked Wu Feng's lore and Xeon.

But a terrible force continually rushed out from Wu Feng's long knife, as if torn apart and shattered everything, and forced Chen Zong's palm and arm through the sword to spread throughout the body.

Stirring!

Shattered!

The violent force burst out and bounced away instantly.

cut!

Like a thousand troops splitting mountains and rivers, Chen Zong counterattacked with a sword, and the terrible sword gas knife tore around everything and shattered everything.

Like a mountain torrent, a mountain collapsed, the power erupted in an instant was unparalleled.

With a loud bang, the air flew out without a front, shocking with great vigor, smashing the vacuum.

One stroke of the sword, directly consumed the Qi Qi of Wu Feng, 70% or 80%, the strength suddenly diminished, and in the face of Chen Zong's counterattack, some were caught off guard.

Every step is crushing countless stones into powder, and every step leaves a deep footprint on the ground.

After retreating and losing power, Wu Feng quickly adjusted and prepared to shoot again.

"Stop it." Venerable Sword's voice sounded: "You lose, you don't have to fight anymore."

Wu Feng's hand holding the knife was tense instantly, and a large rib was raised on his arm. It seemed to burst, and there was a sharp flash in the bottom of his eyes. He didn't admit defeat. listen.

The authorities are fanatics and the bystanders are clear. As an expert, the Venerable Sovereign Sovereign Sovereign has extraordinary eyesight. From the battle between Chen Zong and Wu Feng, we can see the strength.

In other words, Sovereign Sword Master knows Wu Feng's ability, from which he can infer that he is indeed inferior to Chen Zong, or that this battle is indeed falling.

For Venerable Swordsman, falling down means losing.

To win, his disciples must win beautifully.

"How about, knife maniac, you lose, and admit defeat." Venerable Master teased, is to ask Venerable Knife to admit defeat.

"Huh, this time it's my loss, but the next time, my disciple will definitely defeat your disciple." Sovereign Dao said, not angry words, but very confident words.

"Wait and wait." His Holiness the Sovereign was very happy because he won.

Now that he has won, the Venerable Sovereign has no intention of staying. He called Chen Zong to sit on the sky and sun pot once again, flew away quickly, and soon turned into a little black spot, and then disappeared.

Wu Feng stared at the disappearing figure, speechless for a long time, but his eyes were extremely sharp, he did not admit defeat.

"Not convinced?" Sovereign knife's voice sounded, Wu Feng did not speak, but it was the default.

"The absolute sword is too extreme. If you can't kill the other party, your spirit will be consumed greatly, and your strength will obviously decline." Sword Sovereign said, pointing out the disadvantages of this battle or Wu Feng's own: "Compared with The other side, your life-and-death experience is not enough."

Sovereign Dao didn't say much. These two sentences are enough for Wu Feng to think about his own realization, find out his own shortcomings and improve them.

Wu Feng stood and closed his eyes, quietly thinking about the words of Venerable Dao, and also recalling the battle between Fang Cai and Chen Zong, replaying every detail the same, and carefully deliberated.

Time passed slowly, from the sunset to the moon, the sun rose to the moon, and in a blink of an eye, the eyes of the front suddenly opened, and a blaze of incredibly sharp and extremely fine flashing, as if the sky was like a peerless sword. Two long straight scratches were left in the air.

"Master, I'm going out to experience." Wu Feng found the wine master and said directly.

"Go." There was no objection from Venerable Swordsman, and he only responded with two words.

Wu Feng did not make any preparations. He took a bow, carried a long sword on his back, and set off in a simple manner.

...

Xuan Ming City, Xuan Ming City Xuan Ming District No. 93 Xuan Ming courtyard, Chen Zong stood quietly in the courtyard, the sky was clear, cloudless.

Chen Zong is meditating and thinking.

The battle with Wufeng was not the end, but in the end it was concluded that he won.

However, Chen Zong also knew that Wu Feng was not convinced to lose. He had to fight again, but continued to fight. Wu Feng was about to lose. This is a kind of self-confidence.

But Wu Feng also has its strengths.

"Absolute sword." Chen Zong quietly recalled the knife, and since he returned to Xuan Mingyuan, he has been thinking, replaying Wu Feng's knife constantly in his mind.

Jing Qi Shen brings together, and then integrates his own unmatched belief, and also carries a will like a spell to constantly impact the other's mind, disintegrate the other's resistance, and exert his own strength to the extreme.

This is a lore.

Chen Zong is thinking about himself and sorting out everything he has cultivated.

Relatively speaking, he is more balanced, with both defense and attack. All aspects are relatively average, and there are no shortcomings, but again, nothing is particularly powerful.

As for the Shura doppelganger, of course, it is a strength, but Chen Zong has calculated it separately from his deity, although he can borrow his power.

"I need a trick to kill." Chen Zong secretly said.

Like Wu Feng's absolute sword, although it will be used, it will consume a lot of its own spirit. If it cannot successfully kill the enemy, it will cause itself to fall into a sluggish state in a short period of time, and its strength will decrease sharply.

But it is undeniable that lore tricks are sometimes very useful and can turn over to death.

Chen Zong decided to create his own lore, so how to create his own?

Thoughts are fully open, inspirations emerge, and countless lights burst and collide in the mind.

Chen Zong has learned a lot, has extensive knowledge, and has the inheritance memory of several strong men. It can be regarded as very powerful and rich in accumulation, far better than such arrogance as Wu Feng.

This will facilitate the creation of Chen Zong's lore, and it will also bring limitations, or shackles.

The so-called obstacles.

The more you know, the more you don’t understand.

Similarly, the more you know, the bigger your heart.

Like Chen Zong now, because of the accumulated vigour, it is extremely easy to create a lore at a time, but it can also be extremely difficult.

The easiest thing is that Chen Zong can easily create himself, but does not meet his own requirements, or is not satisfied enough, and stays at a shallow level. Of course, this level may be an extremely high level for others.

But the lore trick that really meets your own requirements is not so easy to create.

Wu Feng has created a tremendous sword, and believes that he has paid a lot of effort and time and energy.

Quietly, Chen Zong was not in a hurry, but slowly realized slowly and sorted out slowly. Sometimes, it needed a flash of aura, and sometimes, it needed to come to fruition.

The combination of the two is naturally the best, but in many cases, it is impossible to meet, and it follows the natural trend.

Time passed slowly, Chen Zong did not go out, and remained in the Xuan Ming courtyard for retreat.

Taiyuan Moyun Gong Practice!

Lieshan Fire Prison Practice!

Magic Luo nine changes cultivation!

Dripping blood swordsmanship practice!

Thousands of people practice slashing swordsmanship!

Thousand Shadows and Thousand Illusions Practice!

The Fiery Mountain Fire Prisoner also has to practice a bit, maybe when it will come in handy.

For a time, Chen Zong needed too many things to cultivate, and he felt like a doppelganger, but he had to practice and arrange his time and energy tightly.

It also takes some time to understand the self-made lore.

Chen Zong's Qi cultivation practice and physical training practice are both steadily improving, gradually approaching the limit of the low-order half-sacred level, continue to practice, and is expected to break through to the high-order half-sage level in a short time.

Other swordsmanship and body skills have also improved, and overall, Chen Zong's strength is stronger.

The lore is gradually getting a bit clueless, but it still lacks a suitable opportunity. Therefore, Chen Zong is not in a hurry, but the reason why he is not quick is understandable.

"Taiyuan Moyun Gong is on the tenth floor, but the Martial Mountain Fire Prison Skill is complete, but the level is a bit low." After practicing, Chen Zong secretly pondered.

The Burning Fire of Marty Mountain is only a holy grade inferior body-building exercise. Chen Zong naturally wants a more advanced body-building exercise. It is best to have a holy grade inferior body.

If the levels of Qi and body training are the same, perhaps, you can once again combine the power of the two systems of Qi training and body training to make your own strength increase.

"I don't know when Gu Xuan Lou will have news." Chen Zong suddenly had an idea. He had this idea before, and he also entrusted Gu Xuan Lou to look for it.

It's just that the sacred class high-level exercises are very precious, and often those great forces only hold them. It's too difficult and difficult to get the sacred class high-level exercises that don't belong to the great forces.

At this time, the people of Gu Xuan Lou came to the door and sent an invitation to Chen Zong.

"Auction." Chen Zong looked at the invitation.

"Yes, this is led by our ancient Xuanlou, and several other forces participated in the co-sponsored auction. Perhaps there will be the treasures you need." The person who sent the invitation laughed.

"Thank you, I will go." Chen Zongdao, collected the invitation, that is what is needed to enter the venue.