Sword God

Another warrior soldier started, but the other warriors were too far away, and there were at least two people fighting for it, and most of them were fighting for three or four, which was very fierce.

After Chen Zong glanced at it, he had to leave and go to other places in search of foreign god soldiers and sources of god soldiers.

This time, the harvest is really not small. The source of the god soldiers exceeds 20 regiments. The foreign god soldiers have received more than sixty pieces. It is really an amazing harvest.

Now, ten days is the end of the first day, and it has not passed. At least eight days can continue to search, and it is impossible to find more foreign soldiers and sources.

"Second Senior Brother." Mu Yu stared at the direction of Chen Zong's departure, and immediately transmitted a sound to Xiefeng Jian.

Xiefeng Jian is grabbing a foreign god soldier. Hearing Mu Yu's voice, he immediately looked at it.

Immediately, the figure moved, the two turned into two sword lights, and flew away in the direction of Chen Zong's departure.

In a short period of time, Chen Zong flew a hundred thousand meters away again, and he stayed in midair as if waiting for something.

The two sword lights flew quickly from a distance, one with sharpness and the other with softness, but they all contained amazing sharpness.

Slanting wind sword!

Drizzle!

The two chased them up, and the purpose of chasing them up was naturally obvious.

"Brother Chen only got a lot of foreign god soldiers and god soldier sources, which is gratifying." The Xiyu sword moved its body away from the oblique wind sword, forming a horn-like angle to each other. Traction blockade around.

"Hand over half." Xiefeng Jian's speech was not as euphemistic as Xiujian, but very direct and sharp, as if assassinated with a sword in the air, with a striking and powerful meaning.

"In this case, let's gamble and fight." Chen Zong's mouth hung with a smile: "My generation of sword repairs, when the sword is used to discuss the level, if I fail, surrender all the foreign soldiers, if you fail, Hand over all foreign soldiers."

The reason why the source of Divine Weapon is not mentioned, because our source of Divine Weapon is absorbed and cannot be taken out.

"Then, Xiyujian, Xiefengjian, whoever comes with me." Chen Zong's voice revealed the sharpness of gold and iron.

Speaking of the height of the sword, of course, not one-on-two, that approach is too reckless, after all, whether it is a drizzle sword or a diagonal sword, it has terrible strength.

Chen Zong is confident, but not arrogant. If he is arrogant and cannot live to the present, he is already a pile of dead bones.

Regarding Chen Zong's proposal, Mu Yu was contemplating. He was analyzing the probability of winning and losing, making plans and then moving, instead of agreeing at once.

This is his habit, the habit of doing things.

But in an instant, a bitter smile appeared on Mu Yu's face, and he thought of his second brother.

The oblique wind sword, the sharp sword, the more direct sword, what considerations, non-existent, provocative, not pleasing to the eye, or various other things, directly draw the sword and cut him, what brains need to be used.

Sure enough, the sword of the oblique wind sword had been sheathed, and when the pale blue blade came out of the sheath, it seemed to cut the air slowly and quickly, and there was a trace of ripples in the air, like a ripple across the water surface.

A touch of subtle sword air blade was also killed, and directly killed Chen Zong.

Such a sword represents Chen Feng's gambling battle.

Mu Yu couldn't help but retreat with a bitter smile, and gave the battlefield to Chen Zong and his second brother Xifengfeng Jian, which is also equal to the default of Chen Zong's gambling agreement.

The sword is divided into victory and defeat, of course, not by pure swordsmanship, but by fighting with strength.

If the side wins or loses, which side loses, which side will give out all the alien soldiers.

Based on previous observations, Mu Yu estimated that Chen Zong had at least fifty foreign soldiers on his body, which was a very good deal.

In addition, he is very confident in the strength of Xiefengjian.

Even if the master brother does not return to the sword and wants to defeat the second brother, it is very difficult and difficult to achieve.

Chen Zong's strength is indeed very strong, which makes him feel unpredictable, but Mu Yu pays for it. If it is a real battle, he may not be inferior to each other.

Jianqi Fengblade instantly hit the sky, the power is not so strong, but it wins in speed, very fast, very fast, and it will kill hundreds of meters in an instant.

This is the prelude.

It is the prelude to the attack of the oblique wind sword. Whether the opponent resists or dodges the attack of the sword air wind blade, they will welcome the real attack from the oblique wind sword.

The pale cyan sword light suddenly shone, and turned into a huge sword gas wind blade with a length of more than ten meters. In a flash, it cut off the void like a kill.

Extremely fast!

Sharp and extreme, a sword that is so fierce, that Chen Zong has a feeling of being torn directly.

But Chen Zong was not afraid, not afraid, but his mouth hung, showing a touch of excitement.

This is a good opponent.

After the sword came out of the sheath and shattered the first sword Qi wind blade, it did not dodge. The sword light hit directly, and the golden sword flashed up, and immediately collided directly with the sword Qi wind blade.

The sword light collapsed, and it turned into countless sword qi blasting all directions, covering all around, spreading within a kilometer, as if the void had become a sieve.

The figure of Xiefengjian disappeared under Chen Zong's eyes.

A ray of subtle to extreme wind, with extremely fierce fierceness, immediately killed from behind, extremely fast, extremely fast, extremely fierce and terrible, Jian Qi seemed to penetrate and tore Chen Zong's body in an instant.

The man had not turned back, but the sword had already been killed.

Gently, the extremely condensed sword light instantly killed the sword gas that burst, and turned into countless pieces of wind-like sword gas that enveloped Chen Zong, and the whole body was completely enveloped up and down.

There was a feeling of being penetrated into countless, like a sieve.

But Chen Zong's expression remained the same. With a sword turning around, he suddenly encircled all the broken wind sword qi, from small to large, and then from large and small, with a sword to fight back.

Mu Yu's pupils contracted suddenly. Wasn't that sword the same way he used to deal with his rainstorm and kill the sword?

Look now, when you can see more clearly.

Sword by circle, absorbing each other's attacks, then compressing them, and then carrying their own strength to fight back.

Not only does it have the power of that sword, but also its own power blessings, and it strengthens it even more.

The wind-like sword gas burst, completely enveloping the oblique wind sword, which strengthens the horizontal power. The face of the oblique wind sword is greatly changed. With a snap, the eyes are sharp like a sword, and the pale blue sword body suddenly appears a layer of blue. Jian Gang flows around the sword like flowing water, and circulates like an extremely sharp sword wind.

A slash, just a slash, but there is a overwhelming power, and immediately resisted all the broken wind sword qi that the counterattack killed.

A blade of sword passed through the broken wind sword gas, refracted like a reflection in the water, crossed the sword of the oblique wind sword, and pierced its heart directly.

This sword is merciless.

This is a game of gambling.

"Be careful!" The moment Chen Zong's sword was killed was silent, but Mu Yu could clearly see it. He couldn't help reminding him, which made Chen Zong frown slightly. To some extent, Mu Yu's approach had already Violated the rules of gambling.

Since it is a battle between oneself and Xiefeng Sword, no one else can participate in any form.

Receiving Mu Yu's reminder, the oblique wind sword also reacted in an instant, a sword trembling, the sword light turned into a wind wall like a wind, permeating the body surface, blocking Chen Zong's sword.

Although it was only pierced and pierced in an instant, it also secured a moment for the oblique wind sword, which immediately turned into a ray of wind and quickly opened the distance, and the oblique wind sword was killed.

Chen Zong bullied himself, with a sword in his hand, showing the exquisite swordsmanship, practicing the sword into silk, leaving marks in the void.

For a time, Xiefeng Jian actually fell slightly downwind.

"How is it possible that even Brother Two has been suppressed." Mu Yu was horrified in his heart, while carefully observing Chen Zong's swordsmanship and constantly calculating.

Knowing oneself and knowing the other is a battle and victory. This is his belief and behavior.

The Xiefeng Sword was shocked in his heart, fighting in close combat, his so fierce swordsmanship was suppressed, even though it only fell a bit downwind, but the downwind is the downwind.

Obviously the opponent's swordsmanship is not as sharp as his own, nor the deadly slaughter of the brothers, or the sloppy calculations of the three masters, but there is a feeling that seems to change and seems unchanged, as if to contain all mysteries It seems that there is no mystery, only a simple rule, and it seems that there is no rule, it is difficult to judge.

The sword technique of Xiefeng Sword is indeed very fierce. Surprisingly, Chen Zong was surprised. This feeling of direct confrontation is clearer and more direct than bystanders.

And this kind of fierceness is gradually absorbed by Chen Zong, and it is gradually integrated into his swordsmanship for his own use.

Fortunately, his cultivation base broke through to the second level of sub-god level, and the condensed degree of the flower of the Great Polar Realm reached 10%, otherwise, it might not be possible to suppress the other party.

Chen Zong also had no intention of wasting time, the sword was killed, or violent as thunder, or as fast as the wind, or as heavy as the mountain, or as violent as water, or as sharp as gold, or as raw as wood.

Light and heavy, fast and slow Yin and Yang.

Each sword has a different trajectory and different strength and breath. The Xiefeng sword has a feeling of being difficult to resist.

Obviously the last sword was so strong, destroying the mountain and destroying the Yue, but suddenly became light and flexible, as if it was a very heavy mountain pushed across, and the moment of contact seemed to lose all weight, just like It was just a phantom, as light as a feather.

Obviously, he had already used his strength to carry the sword to resist that sword, but he felt a kind of uneasy feeling, very uncomfortable, and his chest felt dull for a while.

"Okay... weird swordsmanship." Although Mu Yu knew to use the strange word to describe it, it was not appropriate, but for a time, he couldn't find a better vocabulary under surprise. He could only replace it with the strange word.

At that time, at the Linjiahuan sword star Daxue Mountain, I was afraid that this person did not come up with all his sword skills to deal with himself. At that time, there was not so much change, of course, because he did not continue to fight.

At that time, if we continued to fight and learned more about the other party, then now, Brother Two might not be so suppressed. If we continue to do so, we may lose.

"No, absolutely not to lose." Mu Yu thought that if he lost, the foreign god soldiers had to be handed over to the other party, and his heart was bleeding, so he could not lose anyway, but he was not good enough to directly help, then just ...

Mu Yu's eyes suddenly flashed a strange color.