Sword God

(Second more)

Inside the cave, the fire flickered, and the huge cave shone brightly.

The sharp sound of wind breaking sounded, and the first feeling when people heard it was sharpness. The sound of wind breaking was very pure, containing no trace of impurities, and it was amazingly sharp.

Among the ten fine iron piles with a waist thickness, one wielded a sword. The sword light flowed like snow and frost, and the chill plummeted. The air around him felt a kind of icing and frost.

The frost and snow-like sword light flashed, and three sword marks were immediately left on the three fine iron piles. The length and depth of each sword mark were the same, as if calculated intentionally, showing amazing control.

"Endless flow!"

With a low drink, Chen Zong issued a sword. The sword light was like a river of water flowing endlessly. The air was pierced and torn, and dozens of sword lights were terrible at once. The first fine iron pile was cut and torn directly. It was destroyed by cracking. Then, the second fine iron pile was not spared. It was cut and destroyed by half.

You know, the fine iron piles here are two or three times thicker than the fine iron piles in Tianyaotang. One move to destroy a semi-heavy fine iron pile shows that Chen Zong's strength has been greatly improved compared to before.

This is the fact that after Zhen Jiantian ’s absolute power reached the sixth level, the power of the sword was increased by 10%. After being repaired to achieve the fullness of Qi and Blood, the power was strengthened and the speed was faster. In this state, the power has been further enhanced.

"I don't know how much my current strength differs from that of a martial arts practitioner?" Chen Zong secretly said.

Qi and Blood Realm is the first great realm of martial arts, and the strength of practice is the second. The gap between the realms is very obvious, but to what extent is it obvious, in fact, Chen Zong has no concept in his mind.

After all, the first opponent of strength training he encountered was a blood batman, who was seriously injured, and he was not aware of his strength. He was not good at judging his strength. The second was a green monkey, who was obviously better than strength training. Two turns, three turns or even four turns.

I don't know what the strength of strength training is.

The idea flashed away, Chen Zong eliminated the miscellaneous thoughts, and once again issued a sword.

Long flow surging!

Endless flow!

With successive casts, one after another the fine iron piles were destroyed, but it took only three blinks of time, and all the fine iron piles were destroyed.

For the warrior, this continuous outburst is very exhausting, and physical energy will be consumed a lot, but Chen Zong doesn't feel much. The purity of pure Yang Qi and blood is amazing. Destroying these fine iron piles is to himself. , Consumes very little, and quickly recovers completely.

From this point, we can see that the horror of great vitality is complete. As long as the vitality and physical strength are not exhausted in an instant, you can quickly recover, and always maintain the best state, as well as the spiritual will, it is a fighter. I do n’t know if you are tired, even if your strength is slightly higher than yourself, you will be consumed by yourself.

"Come here, change piles." Chen Zong sighed loudly, his voice contained an amazing momentum, there was a kind of sharpness.

Soon, someone came in to take away the destroyed fine iron pile, and after a while, a new fine iron pile was sent.

"How is Chen Zong during this time?" Qing Ao asked the person below.

"Master Hui Zong, the young ape, Chen Zong is practicing every day, and now he has replaced the seventh batch of fine iron piles." The people below answered respectfully.

"Seventh batch!" The Green Ape was startled.

The strength of the fine iron piles is amazing, and the strength of the blood and blood environment is difficult to destroy. It must be hit many times. Chen Zong entered the cave only ten days ago, and it was amazing to replace the seventh batch of fine iron piles.

"Okay, no matter how much, give him a change." Qing Yuan smiled.

The more arrogant Chen Zong behaved, the happier and more reassured he was. This means that Chen Zong's potential strength is amazing, and he must grow up to be more terrible. Moreover, it is an undeniable fact that the other party successfully integrated the blood of the monster. In the whole world, only the black demon gate can do this.

Whether Chen Zongyuan is willing to admit it or not, he is a member of the Black Demon Gate.

In addition, Chen Zong destroyed six batches of fine iron piles in just ten days. From the perspective of the Qingshi Shi, there was nothing to hide, indicating that the other party had not deliberately concealed it.

Cultivation Cultivation.

Zhenjian Tian ’s absolute power reached the sixth level. This is the highest level, and there is no further improvement. It is the limit to achieve the great consummation of qi and blood, a limit that is considered to be false in the legend, unless it can break through to the strength. There is no improvement.

You don't even need Chen Zongli to understand, a force will run on its own, and it is at its peak every moment.

In this way, Chen Zong saved the time for practicing exercises and improving practice, all used for the practice of swordsmanship.

Gradually, Chen Zong discovered that the great consummation of qi and blood could even play a role in spiritual will. It seems that strengthening the spiritual will a little bit makes the spiritual will more thorough and transparent.

Afterimage swordsmanship!

Brush willow swordsmanship!

Eagle Fencing!

Lightning Sword Technique!

Real sword eight!

Spectroscopy!

Lone Star Sword Technique!

Long flow swordsmanship!

The swordsmanship after skill was practiced repeatedly by Chen Zong, and each skill reached the nuanced state, the essence of which was completely mastered.

The Big Ironbreaker will also practice.

Tread the wind!

Split shadow body method!

None of them fall.

I do n’t know if it ’s because Xiu's spiritual will is stronger and more harmonious in order to achieve great qi and blood. Every day, Chen Zong can feel that he is making progress.

It seems that at every moment, sparks of inspiration collide.

On the thirteenth day, it was a cloudy day.

Inside the cave, Chen Zong felt very obvious, very depressed, and could not help walking out of the cave.

It has been 13 days since he moved into the cave, and Chen Zong has not stepped out.

Looking up, the sky is dark and gloomy. It is daylight, and it feels like night is coming. The air is filled with depression, the wind has stopped, as if everything is freezing, dark clouds are rolling, the black pressure is low, as if the sky collapses, People have trouble breathing.

The time passed little by little, and the atmosphere was bleak.

Suddenly, there was a wind blowing, and I didn't know where it came from. It instantly broke this suffocating depression.

The wind became instantaneous, the wind howled, and it turned into a hurricane roar. The dark clouds in the sky moved slowly. Between the movements, it gave a heavy feeling, as if the mountains were moving across the sky and the sky suddenly changed.

Gaze swept over, the mountains were surrounded, the shadows were heavy, and Bing Lin was so heartfelt, Chen Zong looked up to the sky.

As it happens, an extremely dazzling lightning, split from the thick and heavy clouds, the amazing power and power, in Chen Zong's eyes, it is like a sky sword, with unparalleled sharp and overbearing, directly thick The dark clouds cut open, unstoppable.

The dark clouds that looked thick like a mountain range had no resistance at all, as thin as thin paper under the sword.

Click!

Rumble!

Only when the dazzling lightning thunder cleaves, the loud sound through the eardrums sounds and comes in a continuous stream.

Chen Zongxi lived.

That dazzling and overbearing lightning not only split the thick black cloud layer, but also split a yoke and a yoke in his mind, and in an instant, there seemed to be countless inspirations pouring out.

However, many inspirations are scattered, like fragments, which are difficult to gather together.

Chen Zong went into a strange state. He stared at the sky without thinking. After the first flash of lightning, there was a second third. Soon, the sky was dazzled by flashes of incandescent lightning. Occupied, the thick and thick black clouds were torn apart.

"So it is ... so it is ..." Chen Zong muttered to himself, with countless incandescent lightnings and thunders reflected in his eyes, like the glory of the light.

Countless pieces of inspiration were gathered together and gradually became one. Chen Zong immediately turned around and strode into the cave, approaching the iron pile, and when he was five meters away from the iron pile, he pulled his sword.

At the same time, the pieces of inspiration in my mind completely converged, condensed into a lightning bolt when shot down in the air, and it seemed like a sword cut off with unparalleled momentum.

Sword!

Too fast, the arm disappeared, there was only one sword light, which was cold like frost and snow, and dazzling, illuminating the inside of the cave, making it impossible to look directly into a lightning and a thunder, tearing the air instantly , Through five meters distance, kill the fine iron pile.

In less than half an blink of an eye, the Lightning Thunder Jianguang has crossed a distance of five meters, with unparalleled sharpness and domineering, as if it can destroy everything that is blocked.

Under this Lightning Sword Light, the first Iron Sword Light was fragile like tofu, and was directly destroyed. The Lightning Sword Light did not weaken at all, killing the second Light Sword Light.

One after the other, like a broken bamboo, traversed across, destroying everything.

The whole process seemed to last a long time. In fact, there was only one blink of an eye, the dazzling lightning sword light disappeared, the fifth fine iron pile crumbling and almost broken, while the four fine iron piles in the front were completely cut off, and the fracture was a little rough rule.

Chen Zong's face was pale, his body fluttered, his steps were sloppy, and he almost fell to the ground.

Immediately, the qi and blood quickly moved and quickly recovered. The pale complexion recovered a little blood after three blinks, and after ten blinks it looked no different from normal people.

Thirty blinks of time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ 50% of the strength of blood and blood directly recovered, and 30% of physical strength also recovered.

You know, that sword is a sword that inspired inspiration. It is not under the control of Chen Zong. When a sword is killed, the power of blood is consumed instantly, and the strength of a body is also consumed instantly. Except forbidden surgery, this It's a sword that goes all out.

Switching to other martial arts without taking the elixir, it took at least two or three hours to recover the exercises, but Chen Zong took less than a minute, too fast and too fast, which was still the case without using the Shenxue Yujing.

Although the consumption is very large, its power is also very terrible. Looking at the four fine iron piles that have been cut off in front, Chen Zong can't help but breathe air.

This power is endless compared to the long flow of nuances. I don't know how many times it will be overpowered.

You have to know that there is a distance of one meter between each of the fine iron piles. When destroying the first one, some power will be consumed, and when you cross a distance of one meter, you will naturally consume some parts. Of course, the power is also multiplied.

Such a way of consumption and such terrifying power, no doubt, this is the same as the sky light cloud shadow sword, but also a real secret swordsmanship.