Sword God

In the battle of death, there are six primitive people present. In addition, there are other races, such as the devil race, the sky race, etc., adding up to a total of more than twenty.

It can be seen that the six primitive people are obviously headed by one of them. The primitive people carried their hands on their shoulders and looked proud. The other five primitive people stood beside them as if they were in the background.

"Why hasn't that human race come yet?" Qi Wu frowned angrily.

"Are you afraid?"

"It is estimated that I heard the reputation of Brother Xizhang. I don't think it's an opponent. I'm afraid I won't dare to come."

Several primitive people have a lot of discussion.

Others are talking in secret.

"Don't worry, the day hasn't passed yet." Xizhang looked light and breezy, not half impatient.

In the evening, when several primitive people became more impatient, Chen Zong was finally late.

"Human race, you dare to come." Seven Wu Yi saw Chen Zong immediately, sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, because the practice has delayed the time." Chen Zong ignored the Seven Wus, looked away, and fell on the head of the original tribe, holding the sword ceremony, and said sincerely.

"It's okay, since it's here, let's start." Xizhang smiled slightly and replied in a nonchalant manner.

When he knew that Chen Zong had lost three primitives in a row, he was very surprised. As for defeating people of other races, he didn't care, because innately, other races could not be compared with the original race.

Among the universe, only those powerful primitive races of the universe can be congenitally comparable to the original race.

This is also the reason why he promised Qi Wu to challenge Chen Zong. Otherwise, how could a human race from the third series of voids be qualified to deal with him.

The crowd quickly retreated, and retreated to the edge of the battle, but did not leave.

Because this challenge was initiated by Xizhang, he has the right to let people look on. It seems that he obviously intends to let others watch. This point, Chen Zong cannot interfere.

Fight!

A trace of breath diffused from the body of Xigan. The breath was pure and majestic. It was like the breath of Jiu Tianyuan's real energy, but it was much more pure than the original tribe who was defeated by himself before. a lot of.

Dacheng!

This Xigan, at least nine days of ten thousand yuan condensing the first practice to Dacheng realm.

The supreme skill, the breakthrough between small realms, is not so easy, the difference after the breakthrough is still very obvious.

This zigan was a disciple who entered the Nineth Heaven Tempo at the same time, but compared with the three Wu Qi, it was much better.

Unconsciously, Chen Zong surged with his sword, and his sharp breath spread away.

Today, from the beginning, his own disadvantages have been constantly reversed, and he wants to rise. Now, what is the strength of his body, Chen Zong is not very clear, but he can be sure that although he is still in the void, the state is the same, But it is definitely a lot stronger.

If the current self is at war with the self at that time, it can be killed with only a sword.

Xizhang turned his hand over and took out a dark golden long stick, a strong breath, then spread out and filled the surroundings, as if to crush everything.

With a stick in hand, the scent of Xizhang suffocated, and also brought strong pressure to Chen Zong.

"Fight." The scepter suddenly lifted the stick, and a terrible breath erupted in an instant, as if the sea was rough and turbulent, surging and impacting everything.

boom!

The scepter stepped out in one step and fell in one step. The majestic breath, like the surge of the tide, directly moved forward, oppressed, and made Chen Zong feel suffocated, that is, the dark golden long The stick also shot down.

A stick, carrying terrible power, resembled a tsunami in Foshan, as if to smash Chen Zong directly.

With a sharp flash in the bottom of my eyes, Chen Zong was shaped like a sword, and it was like a ray of breeze. The body and sword were united and the sword was out of the sheath. Crack-like, upstream.

Xiao Cheng’s fresh wind makes Chen Zong’s speed faster and his sword sharper. In addition, the heart kendo is divided into a complete heart path and kendo. Pure kendo does not have the mystery of the past, but because of the pure relationship , Its sharp edge is also improved.

The sword master's edge is determined from its structure. Kendo is the way of the sword, and naturally it is mainly based on the edge.

A sword, carrying a tyrannical and strong force, was directly cut out and collided with the dark golden long stick without fear.

"silly!"

"Dare to stubbornly confront Brother Xizhang."

The three primitives all sneered. They all fought against Chen Zong, and there were more than one. They naturally knew what Chen Zong was good at. The nine-day breath of wind and wind focused on speed and sharpness, but not on power. Good at.

Although Jiutianyuan Ningzheng Gong does not focus on strength, it is powerful and pure, and its power is also impressive.

Moreover, the weapon like sticks is more adept at hitting hard, so Chen Zong chose to hit hard against Xigan. In their view, it is indeed a stupid thing.

As everyone knows, Chen Zong did this also to try, an experiment, because the profound mystery contained in this sword is the profound mystery of Gang.

The mystery of gang, the best thing is to be tough.

When it was said that sooner or later, the dark golden long rod carried down the majestic force, and Chen Zong's sword was also broken, very strong, and directly collided.

In an instant, Chen Zong only felt the sword in his hand suddenly shocked, the sword body bent in an instant, terrible direct strength, extremely powerful and extremely pure, directly through the impact of the sword body, so that the wrist holding the sword shocked, instantly Hemp, the arm is also in an instant, as if to be broken.

Unless Chen Zong had physical training and his body was not weak, this blow would be directly hit.

The long stick was also bounced.

"It was blocked." Xizhan secretly surprised, how powerful was his stick. He was very clear, and a smile burst into his mouth, and was suddenly shot down by the long stick.

The interval was extremely short, and the second blow fell, making Chen Zong's expression change and the long sword swinging again, but this sword's breath changed completely.

The mystery of softness!

The mysteriousness of softness is not suitable for bumping against hard, but it can weaken the traction.

Chen Zong cast the mysterious mystery to the extreme, making the dark golden long stick shot down slightly shifted, and the sword suddenly burst out, directly bursting out of incredibly amazing speed, extremely fast and extremely fast, the display of the magic is fast mysterious .

Sword Ruoguang lightning, instantaneously smashed into the air, and made Xigan secretly startled, but didn’t get out of hand, and immediately turned the stick like wishing, suddenly picked up with a stick, and then instantly hit Chen Zong, like a dragon out of the water, bursting into a terrible direct Power.

In the face of Chen Zong's sword, Xizhang didn't even have the idea of ​​resisting half a point, but instead wanted to change from injury to injury.

But Xizhang is sure. Although the sword of Chen Zong is fast, the power on it is not weak, but he may not be able to kill him. After all, his body protection is very strong, and the power of his stick Be arrogant and consolidate the power at the end of the stick. Once it hits Chen Zong, it will immediately burst out and kill Chen Zong directly.

The torturous methods exhibited by the Xizhang are very amazing, which surprised Chen Zong, and they are not comparable to the primitive people such as Qiwu.

With this stick, Chen Zong can only retreat, or can only resist with a sword. No matter what kind of weakness, he can't continue to attack the West Staff, unless he really wants to be injured and replaced.

When the stick was bombarded, Chen Zong could perceive the power contained in it keenly, which was so amazing that he was able to hit himself hard.

At a critical moment, Chen Zong took a step back and pulled a distance away at that moment. This distance, the long stick can still hit Chen Zong, but it will weaken some strength. At the same time, Chen Zong's sword The momentary change, from the mystery of fastness to the mystery of rigidity, directly split towards the long stick.

The moment when the long sword cut the long stick, it immediately turned into the mystery of softness, disengaged its strength, pulled and guided, and slightly shifted.

In this soft mystery, Chen Zong also merged into the slow mystery.

The soft mysterious can guide the unloading force, the slow mysterious can take advantage of this, immediately, and then turn into the fast mysterious, and kill it again with a sword.

This sword, because of its slow and mysterious speed, is not only fast, but also more powerful.

Retreat!

Without hesitation, Xizhang retreated directly in an instant.

Because he felt a threat from this sword, an obvious threat, maybe he could not kill himself, but it was enough to traumatize him and affect his strength.

What really surprised Xizhang was that Chen Zong’s reaction to the stick that he used to change his injury completely exceeded his expectations, and also showed Chen Zong’s amazing ability to adapt to crisis. This ability is in addition to his talents. , Also closely related to the experience of the day after tomorrow.

Amazing!

Even Xizhang was also amazed. For a time, he was full of fighting spirit.

If it was only curious to deal with Chen Zong before, then now, there is a real war intention, and the explosive war intention, so that Xi Zhang's breath suddenly skyrocketed by several percent.

"Human race, you have the right to let me use all my strength." Xizhan's voice also became more powerful.

It turned out that Fangcai Xizhang only showed some strength, but Chen Zong used his 10% strength. Of course, he did not use Yin Lei Jin and the 10% strength of superimposing the mind and sword.

"Full strength." Chen Zong's eyes became brighter, his eyes condensed, his eyes sharpened, his figure flashed, his steps stomped like a flash of lightning.

Taking the initiative to attack, a sword broke into the air, and a touch of gray electro-optical light flashed within the sword light. Chen Zong directly used Yin Lei Jin to make this sword's power increase by 30%.

The power is increased by 30%, and the threat is naturally stronger. However, the full-strength scepter broke out, but did not dodge, but raised the dark golden stick and smashed it again.

At the moment when the long stick fell, the stick body seemed to be bent, and the heavy pressure was pressed in an instant, as if it could break the ground with a stick, and Chen Zong felt like he was under this stick. To be smashed into pieces.

The shadows of sticks shattered everything.

Unstoppable!

Chen Zong cannot afford to stop this stick by himself. Even if he exhibits superb skills, just like that, he can't resist it, because this stick is so powerful that if he touches it directly, he is afraid of his own attack Will be defeated.