Sword God

Inside the building is a large hall. In addition to Chen Zong, there are those who have previously entered those registrations and are selecting opponents.

In the Wushuang Sword Fighting Registration Building, there are 20 warriors who are at the same level as the assessors. They choose one of the 20 players to fight. As long as they can defeat the opponent, even if they pass the assessment, they will truly participate in Wushuang. Qualification for sword fighting.

It can be said that registration is the first level, and assessment is the second level. Only after passing the two levels can you really participate in the Warriors Sword Fighting.

There were dozens of entrants before Chen Zong, and the opponents were selected one by one, while others were sitting in chairs in the corner and waiting.

"Remember, this is the assessment of swordsmanship. No other force can be used except swordsmanship." The old man Shen Sheng, who manages the assessment, said repeatedly, emphasizing many times.

Soon, someone picked an opponent, and the two of them walked to the middle of the space with a non-opening **** iron sword dedicated to the assessment, facing each other a few meters apart.

Swords from both sides dazzle, as the sky shines through the clouds like a meteor across the moon, killing them instantly.

Neither of them has used real power or much physical strength. It is purely a competition of swordsmanship. After all, warriors on the Warriors Sword Fight need superb swordsmanship. If the swordsmanship is not enough, it will only make Wushuang sword Fight shame.

The pure swordsmanship competition is even more dangerous. You come and go, and the collision of two swords caused countless splashes of Mars, accompanied by a burst of harsh golden iron and iron symphony pulsating around.

The battle was over and ended with the defeat of the assessors.

Dejected, walking out of the building meant that he was not eligible to participate in the Warriors Sword Fight.

Get up next and pick your opponent.

Battle after battle continued. Some people passed the assessment, but others failed. On the whole, fewer people passed the assessment.

Chen Zong was sitting on a chair, breathing a long time, watching the swordsmanship competitions one after another, his appearance remained unchanged, but his heart was a little disappointed. Regardless of the examiner or the assessor, although the swordsmanship is good, but also It's just good, at most it's the first level of body-sword integration.

Next, it's Chen Zong's turn.

Chen Zong took out a god-like iron sword from the sword rack on one side, and walked out like a stroll in the court, tapping at will, and choosing an opponent.

To Chen Zong, the twenty appraisers are the same no matter who is the opponent.

"Receive the sword." A low groan, the long sword trembled, and the sword melody was melodious, like a stringy music, like a distant spring water ding, like a clear breeze in the sky.

Natural, freehand, and flowing clouds.

In an understatement, the appraisal staff did not even wave the sword, and Chen Zong's long sword lightly touched his heart, and it was retracted at the touch, leaving a little sword mark on his robe.

When Chen Zong returned the Sword of Iron to the sword stand, the appraisers and others were just stunned and reacted.

Defeated!

In an instant, he was defeated the moment he didn't have time to respond. If it was a life-and-death fight, it would have been dead.

The examiner couldn't help but cover the sword marks on his robe, his heart beating suddenly, his complexion turned pale, and a trace of cold sweat exuded from his forehead.

"Master." Everyone else was shocked inside.

This kind of swordsmanship seems to be simple, but it has the charm of returning to its true meaning. Only real masters of swordsmanship can exhibit it.

For a time, everyone looked at Chen Zong differently.

Horrified, admired, and implicitly jealous.

"Congratulations on your passing the examination. The Wushuang Sword Fight will be held on Feihong Mountain half a month later, please be sure to arrive on time." The old man's tone is different from before, a little more respectful.

Nodded, Chen Zong took the wooden sign passed the assessment and turned out of the building.

"Brother Chen."

Outside the building, Chen Zong saw Qin Yi and Lin Fu, who were still waiting in line to register.

"Brother Qin." Chen Zong responded, but ignored Lin Fu.

"Brother Chen passed the assessment." Qin Yi laughed.

"Exactly, with Brother Qin's swordsmanship, this assessment is easy." Chen Zongwei smiled.

The two did not talk too much, but simply said a few words, and Chen Zong left the place, and naturally he wanted to find a place in the city for the time being.

Feihong Mountain is not far from this amazing Hongcheng.

Asked one restaurant after another, they were full.

Business during the Warriors Sword Fight period was the best. Whether it was accommodation or meals, it was almost full. I do n’t know how many people had trouble finding a place to stay and eating.

After almost searching the whole city, Chen Zong finally found a place to stay, the room of a small inn, the last one.

"One shellfish a day, meals are another consideration."

The small inn looks a bit shabby. There is only one boss and one buddy. If you put it in peacetime, few warriors will ask for it. Only some merchants who ca n’t make a lot of money will come to live. Meals.

But during this matchless sword fight, everything was so tight. Therefore, the owner of this small inn also intends to take this opportunity to make a fortune. After all, once every three years, he must regret it if he missed it, but he did not dare to set the price Too ridiculous.

From a few meals a day to one shellfish to one day without meals, such an increase is enough to discourage those businessmen.

"Live for fifteen days first." Chen Zong took out fifteen Lingbei and laid it on the counter gently in the eyes of the boss.

"Second dog, take the VIP to the room right away." The boss waved his hand and put away fifteen Lingbei, as if the palm of his hand contained the space of a mustard bag. He smiled and shouted quickly. Tao, and then greeted Chen Zong warmly: "Does the guest need hot water? If necessary, order the two dogs to burn a bucket without adding money."

"Okay." Chen Zong nodded.

Taking a hot bath is undoubtedly very comfortable.

Ergouzi was a thin young man, his eyes were slippery and smart, and he nodded and took Chen Zong to the last room.

The room door was squeaked open. The small room had a simple wooden bed and a very old wooden chair, but it was wiped clean.

Guangsha has thousands of homes, and the quilt bed can sleep, but even so, the broken wall can still sleep.

Chen Zong didn't care about the quality of the rooms, as long as they were clean enough.

"Objectively, you take a rest first, and I'll go get you hot water." Ergou said, bending over, he had both the longing for these warriors, and he had enough awe, and was worried that in case they would cause moody people There is nowhere to go wrong if killed.

Chen Zong naturally does not care about anything with an ordinary person, as long as the other party does not offend himself.

As he walked along, he hurried on continuously. Chen Zong did not practice much, so he stayed and adjusted it. When the guy sent hot water, Chen Zong took a hot bath for a while, and felt like he was gone. Shutai.

Leaning on the edge of a large wooden barrel, Chen Zong closed his eyes and let his thoughts fly, and people seemed to be half asleep and half awake.

When the water was completely cool, Chen Zong was awake naturally and jumped up gently. There was still a transparent figure in the bucket as if it was formed by the aggregation of numerous drops of water. As for Chen Zong, he did not know when Finish wearing the sword robe.

When Chen Zong was seated on a wooden bed, the figures in the wooden barrels spread out, turned into countless drops of water, and fell into the barrel. The outside was dry and not wet.

Into the set, Yun Gong, Zhenli surging.

Cultivation was used to replace sleep. It wasn't until dawn that Chen Zongfang opened his eyes. The restrained essence flowed through his eyes, like a wave of water, and then disappeared.

Breathing breath, unwilling to cause damage to this room, Chen Zong let the breath spread naturally.

Get up and refer to the sword in the room. This sword seems to be chaotic and common, but each sword contains a deep secret. It is a second-level interpretation of the mysterious realm. Each sword is pierced. The dust in the air.

Dust is not visible, only those who know the realm can perceive it.

With the sword stabbing the dust, Chen Zong can only do it barely. If one day, he can pierce the dust as he wants, it means that Chen Zong's realm of swordsmanship has reached an extreme.

Swordsmanship has reached Chen Zong's state of affairs today. There is no need to open up and move together. You can also practice in a square inch of land and learn the mystery of it.

For days, Chen Zong did not step out of the room except for some meals from his buddies. All of them were used for cultivation.

After all, the cultivation of true power, after all, is your own shortcoming, which is the biggest limitation of strength today.

The swordsmanship has not been let down. Not long ago, we will participate in Wushuang Sword Fighting. The stronger the swordsmanship, the better.

Ten days passed, and five days before Wushuang Sword Fight, Chen Zong stepped out of the door and walked out of the inn for the first time.

There are more people walking on the street than ten days ago. At first glance, people are surging like waves, and ordinary people have to wait a lot of time to take a few steps. Chen Zong's steps are as flexible as swimming. , Shuttle among the crowd, without any hindrance, without causing any confusion.

I stayed at the inn for ten days, and I ate all the meals made by the inn. The taste was very ordinary, and Chen Zong felt that his mouth was almost fading out of the birds. This time, he also found a restaurant to eat and drink. Thoughts on the last meal.

However, every table in the restaurant was full of people.

Chen Zong walked into the last restaurant ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ If there is no place anymore, he must go to the city.

"Brother Chen." The familiar voice sounded, Qin Yi.

Qin Yi and Lin Fu are occupying a table, leaving two vacancies available for two.

"Brother Qin." Chen Zong also responded.

"Brother Chen is coming for a meal too, please sit down." Qin Yi got up and invited, Chen Zong did not quit, and walked over to sit down.

Lin Fu saw Chen Zong Leng hum, and found that Chen Zong ignored her, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed and annoyed. Qin Yi found that she patted her hands with a smile, and Lin Fu's cheeks turned red.

"I haven't seen Chen Zong in a few days. I thought that Brother Chen couldn't find his place to leave the city." Qin Yi laughed, poured a glass of wine on Chen Zong, and raised his glass.

"I have been practicing in my guest room these days." Chen Zong responded with a toast.

"Huh, sharpen the sword, it will be bright even when it's not bright." Lin Fu whispered, with a bit of irony, but Chen Zong ignored it directly, and made Lin Fu angry.