Sword God

(Under normal circumstances, there are two more, broke out today, the fourth more, quickly support)

In the early morning, the rising sun rises, and the golden red light sprinkles the small lake.

By the lake, one person was practicing sword, and the blade reflected the sunlight, which was a bit dazzling.

A sword pierced the air, rushed out, and coordinated. After the iron sword swept around in a circle, it chopped forward, without stopping, dancing with the momentum, as if wearing a butterfly sword shadow Huo Huo, Only when the sword shadow had not dissipated, a sword stabbed out unexpectedly at an alarming speed, smashing three swords in a row.

Immediately, the iron sword quickly retracted, a moment's pause, and all his strength rushed to the right arm. The blue tendon on the back of the hand protruded. The force erupted instantly and stabbed fiercely, as if all the obstacles in front were broken.

Rush sword style, ring sword style, cut sword style, chaos sword style, slash sword style, explosive sword style, continuous display, sword body step three coordinated and unified.

"It took five days to finally practice the Eight Swords of True Sword to the beginning." Chen Zong took the sword into her sheath, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled.

The practice of the eight true swords is several times more difficult than that of Tiger Boxing, especially the coordinated integration of the three steps of the sword body, which must be in place, not a slight difference. If put in the past, Chen Zong estimated that he would practice hard for more than one year It was only possible to get started, and everything is different nowadays.

Every time he practiced, he could feel the trembling and cool breath of the sword tip in the eyebrow space, so that his mind was extremely clear, he could better understand the sword technique, better control his body, and the practice efficiency soared many times.

"The real sword eight styles can be exercised to 60% of the body, and the practice speed is obviously better than Dacheng's peak tiger force boxing method, but it will not allow me to break through to the third layer of qi and blood in the next twenty days." Chen Zong looked forward. That was the direction of Feng Roaring Forest: "Maybe, I should go into Wind Roaring Forest to look for herbal medicine to replenish my vitality. By the way, hunt some beasts, and eating more animal meat is also good for cultivation."

Thinking about this, Chen Zong immediately strode to Feng Roar Forest.

The wind roared the forest some distance from Xiaohu Town. Chen Zong kept running at a constant speed. It took him an hour to run to the forest. The wind blew and roared, as if many beasts were roaring, hence the name.

After taking a few minutes of rest and recovering strength, Chen Zongtijian walked into the wind roaring forest.

The wind roaring forest is very large, with trees, lush foliage, and the sun is blocked. The light becomes dim, like dusk, but after the adventure, Chen Zong's eyesight is better and has not been affected much.

There was a roar of wind outside the forest, but there was silence in the forest, and only the moths sang, making this quiet picture.

Looking around for a long time, I didn't find any herbs, not even a rabbit.

"It seems that the periphery of the woods has been searched for many times and can only go deep into the woods." Chen Zong said to himself, looking coldly into the depths of the forest.

The Wind Roar Forest is located under the Wind Roar Mountain. There may be monsters in the border with the Wind Roar Forest. Without the strength of a warrior, there is only one way to meet the monster.

There are snakes and beasts in the middle of the woods, and wolf tigers and leopards run rampant, and Chen Zong's repairs are also very dangerous.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong stepped forward and walked firmly into the forest, alertly mentioning the highest, his eyes gazing ahead, blood flowing all over, ready to go.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement on the right side, and a glance of a white shadow was seen at the corner of Chen Zong's eyes. He subconsciously pulled out a sword and pierced it, but only cut off a few white hairs. It was a rabbit. It was extremely fast. Inside the tree hole, let yourself be helpless and can only give up.

A hint of coolness made his goosebumps and creeps creepy, without any hesitation, the iron sword chopped up, the sword light was vague, and a snoring sound, a flying snake fell off into the distance.

Looking at the brown body and the triangle-shaped head that was still twisting, Chen Zong took a sip of air-conditioning, and he was terrified after his heart was beating, and his forehead even exuded cold sweat. He recognized that this was a wither snake, not a monster. But the toxicity is amazing. If a bite is taken, even a strong cow will die in just a few minutes, even a warrior will not last long.

"Sure enough, it is dangerous everywhere." Chen Zongping recovered without fear at all. On the contrary, an unprecedented impulse made him want to continue deep into the wind roaring forest. It was a brave courage to meet difficulties and challenges, but his stomach was not Grunting with anger.

"It's been so long since I went back, go back first, and come back tomorrow." Chen Zong felt his stomach and quit Feng Roar Forest. When he exited, he remained highly alert.

When I went back, I walked slowly, thinking, and going home, I would pass the small lake first, but Chen Zong saw a brown figure standing by the small lake.

"Chen Dalei ..." Frown slightly, Chen Zong strode forward without fear.

Chen Dalei and Chen Zhongjie are both Chen Zhigang's dog legs, but Chen Dalei's cultivation is to achieve the three levels of Qi and blood, and he also practiced tiger force boxing. His strength is much stronger than Chen Zhongjie.

"I don't know if I can defeat Chen Dalei with my current strength?" Chen Zong secretly said.

Discussing for him is not as good as Chen Dalei, but when it comes to Tiger Boxing, he has reached the peak of Dacheng, and Chen Dalei is the peak of Xiaocheng. One minus one plus one, it ’s really hard to say without playing.

"Chen Zong, you asked me to wait for an hour." Chen Dalei was strong and sturdy, daring to scream at Chen Zong and screaming.

"That's your business." Chen Zong was not shocked, but sneered.

"You hurt Chen Zhongjie and threatened Gang and me. This account should be counted." Chen Dalei shouted, stepping forward, rushing towards Chen Zong, aggressive, with a vicious face, like a head Angry tiger.

The tiger's claws rise, one punch builds up, and the strength of the three layers of Qi and Blood is condensed in it.

"Just take you to try the real sword eight." Thoughts flashed, Chen Zong's legs separated front and back, his right leg was slightly bent forward, his left foot was bent more in the back, most of his center of gravity was on the left foot, and his heel was raised Before, the soles of the feet were used for support. The muscles of the left leg were tightened to the extreme. The body turned slightly to the left and leaned forward. Holding the iron sword in his left hand and holding it close to the waist, his right fingers gently moved.

Fujian style!

This is the starting style of the real sword eight.

The eyes were cold and the pupils stared. Each expression of Chen Dalei could be clearly seen, and the distance between the two sides was calculated silently.

"Hey!" Exhaled, and Chen Dalei's right fist was about to blast out. If he was hit by a boxing, he would certainly suffer internal injuries.

Breathing out, while holding the sword handle with your right hand quickly, the left foot kicked as if to step on the ground, and the waist twisted to the right, driving a force of force across the right arm, the iron sword came out of the sheath, piercing The sound of friction was still whispering in his ears, and the sword had been slashed forward, passing for a month and a half.

Sword-drawing style!

Chen Dalei was terrified, and he paused quickly, only feeling a cold on his chest, the brown military suit was cut, the sword tip was almost pasted across the chest, leaving a fine mark, blood beads exuding.

The iron sword pointed at Chen Dalei, Chen Zong's face was cold.

"Chen Zong, don't use a sword if you have the ability." Chen Dalei took a few steps back, furious, he was shocked.

"It is my ability to use swords." Chen Zong was very calm.

"You ..." Chen Dalei pointed at Chen Zong in anger, flushed with anger, his chest swelled sharply, "put down the sword, and let me punch, otherwise I'll get Gangge to take his own shot, and you will be dead."

"Go back and tell Chen Zhigang that I will take part in the martial arts fight in the near future. At that time, I will fight against him."

"Okay, since you are so overwhelmed, just let Gang Gang clean you up." Chen Dalei smiled angrily, pointed to Chen Zong, and stepped back and turned away.

With his sword in his sheath, Chen Zong felt his stomach again, and turned to walk towards the home: "It's time for Dad to come back, I have to cook first."

His own changes can't hide the father who once had the seventh floor of Qi and Blood.

Chen Zong made up a reason. On one night, he finished boxing and looked at the moon in a daze. A senior man passed by and gave him a fruit, which not only made up the innate blood, but also made Xiu break through. On the second level of the blood environment, he also instructed him to use the tiger boxing technique, and finally taught him a sword-building technique.

It sounds ridiculous and hard to believe, but Chen Zhengtang just believes that because of similar things, he has also heard of it. According to his words: since there is such a lucky man, why ca n’t it be my son.

Now that Chen Zhengtang believes, Chen Zong is relieved. After all, the night of the adventure, the less people know, the better. According to Chen Zong's current experience, it's just an intuition.

When Tao was cooking rice, his father had not yet returned. Chen Zong pulled down a simple black wooden box full of fine cracks from the bed, opened the box and took out a scroll, and opened it on the table.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a roar, and a tiger leapt above the scroll.

"Tiger Down the Mountain"!

This is what Dad found when Chen Zong's Huli Boxing reached its peak. He hid it deep. According to Adie, it was made by a friend who practiced the Huli Boxing to perfection. Reading at www.uukanshu.com may help Chen Zong.

Speaking of that, Chen Zong found a flash of pride on his face, as if a child had snatched a toy.

Looking at the scroll carefully, the black and white is clear, the strokes are simple, but the charm is extraordinary, the pen power is extraordinary, and under the simple outline, a steep mountain, a tiger leaping down from the mountain, is lifelike, and a lingering charm Come out through paper.

At the end of the paragraph is the word Chen Liwei, vigorous and strong, three inches through the paper.

As soon as these days are free, Chen Zong will take out the scroll to take a closer look, and she really has a deeper understanding and comprehension of the tiger force boxing, and is even more proficient with the tiger force boxing. On the original basis, there are small Progress, but there is still no clue about perfection.

"Dacheng is easy to obtain, and completeness is hard to find." Chen Zong secretly said: "I don't know how this senior Chen Liwei, how to practice Huli boxing to perfection?"

"If only I could ask this senior face to face, maybe I can find inspiration faster and break through."

In a whisper, Chen Zong put aside this idea, focused on the tiger down the mountain map, and carefully tasted the unique charm contained in it.

Looking at it, he felt as if he could see something from it, but he didn't catch it, and he couldn't get up. It was really uncomfortable.

...

"You said he was going to challenge me?" In a blue military uniform, Chen Zhigang with a fit physique was carrying Chen Dalei with his hands on his back and looked up.

"Yes." Chen Dalei nodded strongly.

"Is the stubborn trick, but a bug, what qualifications do I have to challenge me?" Chen Zhigang chuckled. "Da Lei, let your brother take the shot and let him lie down for ten days and eight months, as a challenge to punish me. "

"Okay, I'm going to find my brother." Chen Dalei shook his fist, his face full of excitement, his brother's cultivation, but reached the fourth level of Qi and blood, is a warrior.