Sword God

Sitting on the waiting table, Chen Zong looked ahead and saw the battle on the battlefield.

At this time, the two sides fighting on the battlefield, one with a sword and one with a lance. Both of them were trained in the true martial arts, and they were in the middle of the middle. How to win or lose depends on their respective martial arts accomplishments and power. .

The sword light is gorgeous. If the folding fan is opened, the sword is superimposed and killed by a sword.

"Xuanbing Gun!" The gun martialist sighed, shaking the gun with both hands, the gun body was rotating at a high speed, and all the power entered the gunpoint through the rotation, and the gunpoint burst into an amazing coldness, such as Wanzai Hanbing was cast and assassinated with amazing strength.

A shot like an ice cold dragon is out of the abyss, and the momentum is amazing.

The light of the sword was broken, and the point of the gun was stabbed on the sword. The terrible power broke out, causing the sword to bend, the sword warrior exerted a second force, the sword trembled, and a powerful force was released to bounce the gun point. Homeopathy.

The spear suddenly picked, and fell fiercely, causing an amazing thunderstorm.

The weapons used by the two are standard weapons provided by the battlefield, have sufficient hardness and toughness, but do not have other strengths, and it is also stipulated that on the battlefield, no force other than themselves, such as a false spirit Strength or taking elixir to temporarily increase strength and so on.

Such a contest is relatively fair.

One shot split, the long sword burst open, slammed in, his shoulders hit the opponent's chest fiercely, and the opponent slammed back and forth again and again, and then shot with a heavy gun between the shots.

Guns and guns followed, shooting down the sword-bearer with a slight wound.

"One win on the 17th, and the stage on the 18th." A loud voice was uploaded from Baizhanlou.

After the battle in the battlefield, you wo n’t have time to regain your strength after taking the victory, and you ca n’t take the elixir. Otherwise, what ’s the point? It ’s going on one after another. If you lose, you lose.

Moreover, only after winning ten consecutive victories, the Baizhanlou will announce the name of the winner. If it is impossible to obtain even ten consecutive victories, who cares what the name is.

Chen Zong looked at his wooden sign. The number on it was thirty.

On the 18th, sitting in the waiting room at this time, after hearing Hong Liang's voice, he got up, first took a large knife from the weapon rack next to him, and jumped up like a big bird. Several kilometers, eventually fell on the battlefield.

When the footsteps just landed, the toes would hit the ground a little, and the strength burst, and the whole person leaped high, holding the big knife with both hands, perfusing with force, bursting out an astonishing red, and chopping off like a fire.

The spear trembled, and the cold mang burst into the air, like a dragon out of the abyss.

The two warriors did their best to fight for the victory.

In the end, the gunman won again and achieved a two-game winning streak, but immediately on the 19th, he took the fight.

Some people enter the battle, no matter whether they win or lose, they will no longer stay in the waiting room, but the number of people in the waiting room will not decrease, but will increase, because people are constantly participating in the challenge.

At this time, a cold breath filled the air, as if the wind was blowing, making everyone look back, their faces changed.

I saw a young man in black walking coldly with his hands on his shoulders, with a strange appearance and breath. His eyes were cold and sharp like a knife, and he passed away, making people seem to be crossed by an invisible blade.

"It's Mo Sen."

"He's here again."

A low-pitched voice sounded, and Chen Zong's heart moved a little before he entered the battlefield city, and heard a lot of people's discussions, among them Mosen was mentioned.

It has achieved ten straight victories and has hidden a lot of strength.

At a glance, Chen Zong can see that Mo Sen ’s practice is the nine-fold limit of Zhenwu Realm, but it is a bit vague. It is estimated that people who are not as good as him are difficult to see his practice. As for how the combat power is uncertain, according to Chen It is speculated that this person's combat power should not be lower than two stars.

Mo Sen is cold and arrogant, ignores others, sits down and looks ahead.

"Ancient bell garden."

"Ancient bell garden is also here."

"It's interesting now. Is Gu Zhongyuan winning 30 straight games or Mo Sen winning 20 straight games?"

A young man with a slight smile on his mouth stepped into the waiting table. He looked ordinary, but wore a thick chain around his neck. The chain was formed by a black ball full of eggs and the whole body collided as he walked. , Making a crisp impact sound.

Although Gu Zhongyuan did not seem as arrogant as Mo Sen, but entered the waiting room and ignored anyone, his gaze just swept across Mo Sen's face, and he found a seat to sit down.

The repair of this ancient bell garden is not low, it is also the Nine-fold Limit of Zhenwu Realm, and its combat power is unknown.

On the battlefield, the victory between the 17th and the 19th was clear. The 19th was the winner, and the 20th immediately appeared.

Then, on the 20th, he defeated the 19th and replaced him as the master, meeting the challenge of the 21st.

Twenty-two!

23rd!

24th!

One after another on the battlefield, so far, the most winning streak is three games.

Soon, on the 29th.

On the 29th, it was the man who had previously mocked Chen Zong, holding a long knife and landing on the battlefield.

"You're not my opponent, go ahead obediently." Grinning on the 29th, a stinking mouth is annoying.

"I didn't know until I hit it." Fifty-seven frowned slightly, and then answered coldly.

"One knife solves you." On the 29th, with a loud laugh, the long knife broke through, and the repair of the peak of Zhenwu Realm Nine Heavy strengthened the knife and made the pressure on the 27th doubled.

Sure enough, as stated on the 29th, it was just a stab, and on the 27th, it was split and flew, and the weapons in his hands also flew out, and he was not an opponent at all.

"Ha ha ha ha, I said, you are not my opponent, one knife is enough." The long knife No. 29 retracted on his shoulder and laughed.

Defeat is defeat. Although unwilling, but helpless, the 27th can only leave.

"A winning streak on the 29th, and the 30th came on." With the sound from the hundred battle floor, Chen Zong also got up, walked to the side of the weapon rack, glanced away, and pulled out a handful of discomfort. Long sword.

The body floated lightly, as if there was no weight floating forward, as light as a fluff, but fast, falling on the battlefield.

"It turned out to be you, let me go down or let me cut it across." On the 29th, when Chen Zong was seen, he showed disdain and sneered sneerly.

Chen Zong's look remained unchanged, but the wind was light and light, but the zenith peak of a true martial arts realm. Although the cultivation was similar to himself, the gap in combat power was as natural as heaven.

In this way, you can only take advantage of your tongue.

The long sword swept across the air, very slowly, but it was extremely fast, and the sword was shot through the air.

On the twenty-ninth, his face changed, and he immediately waved his sword. Numerous sword lights were raging like a storm, killing them all.

However, the sword light was directly defeated by Chen Zong's understated sword, and he drove straight into the momentum like a bamboo shoot. Nothing can resist Chen Zong's sword.

The unopened point was directly on the chest of No. 29. The terrible force burst out and pushed forward. The look of No. 29 suddenly changed, and his face was full of pain. He tried his best to stop his body, but he couldn't help it. Slide back and fall from the battlefield.

"So strong!"

"Even a sword defeated a peak of nine levels in Zhenwu Realm, and his combat power reached at least two stars."

On the waiting table, the people waiting for the fight were startled, and the eyes of Mo Sen and Gu Zhongyuan were also slightly bright, staring at Chen Zong.

It is not difficult for them to defeat the ordinary Zhen Wu Jing Nine Peak Warriors with one stroke.

For this reason, it is not clear how Chen Zong's strength is, but it has aroused their interest and may be able to become an opponent.

In addition to the rewards, the warriors who came to participate in the battle of the hundreds of battles also sharpened themselves in order to compete with other warriors, but if the opponent is too weak, they can easily be defeated, and there will be no sharpening. Effect. Only opponents with similar strength or stronger than themselves can bring sharpening effects to themselves.

Several old men are watching the battle on the Baizhan Building. They are all members of the Baizhan Building.

"Good strength."

"Well, there is a ten-game winning streak."

A ten-game winning streak is the most common on the battlefield. The reward is not much for the battleground. After all, the battleground can earn a lot of spirits every day. Even if there are many people in a day, After winning ten games in a row, the rewarded Lingbei is only part of the income.

Moreover, the more people win in a row, the reputation of the battlefields will be expanded to a certain extent, attracting more people to watch or participate.

On the 31st, he saw Chen Zong's strength, so when facing Chen Zong, he unknowingly felt a weak momentum.

When the momentum loses, it is even impossible to confront. Chen Zong just slashed out with a sword. On the 31st, he retired from the battlefield. Fortunately, Chen Zong had a sense of starting, and the opponent was only slightly injured.

If they are replaced by some fierce warriors, their opponents will often be severely wounded. This is also a rule in the battlefields that cannot kill people, otherwise they don't know how many people will die.

Followed by No. 32 came to power ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No. 32's actual age has exceeded forty years, and its repair is the ninefold limit of Zhenwu Realm, but its breath is very vigorous, compared with the ordinary Zhenwu Realm. Nine-fold limit is a little stronger.

"Please enlighten me." Thirty-two is very stable. His weapons are both palms. It can be seen that his palms are thicker than ordinary people, like two small grinding discs, full of a sense of strength.

Chen Zong wields a sword again, and there is a domineering power in the lightness of the sword. On the 32nd, he yelled and waved his palms with all his strength. Expansion is like a huge grinding disc, containing terrible and heavy power, and blasted out fiercely.

The rumbling sound was in all directions.

But the sword light flashed by, all the momentum was still, and the palms of the giant grinding disc were also cut off under that sword light, and it dissipated like the smoke blown by the wind.

Jian Guang's strength remained unabated, as if it was a thunderbolt, it was directly killed on the chest of No. 32, and the true strength of the protector was instantly broken. Out of battle.