Sword God

Three consecutive victories, each time Chen Zong defeated his opponent with just one sword.

"Same as Mo Sen."

"Mo Sen's ten-game winning streak, each game was a move to defeat the opponent, making people hard to see his strength."

Thirty-three jumped into shape and landed on the battlefield.

"I only make one move. If you can catch it, even if I lose." The thirty-third glance flashed at Chen Zong loudly.

"Please." Chen Zong didn't care what the other party thought.

"Take a move." Taking a deep breath, slamming suddenly, the body of No. 33 swelled as if inflated, and then a violent force surging like a giant wave, as the palms pushed forward, howling The sound was roaring, as if the tidal waves were coming, one after another.

The whole ring seemed to shake.

"A very strong blow has already surpassed the ordinary one-star combat power and can threaten the two-star combat power."

In the face of this blow, Chen Zong's face was still indifferent, his body was still, and his sword stood, until the moment when the violent force surged, a sword was drawn out.

The bland sword is full of hegemony in the world, and there is another kind of lightness and lightness.

"Rough and soft, good swordsmanship."

"This son's swordsmanship is quite brilliant."

The eyes of several old men in the Baizhan Building are all bright. They are all masters of the pseudo-transcendent realm. They have hosted the battle of the Baizhan for many years, and their eyesight is extraordinary.

A sword that seems to be light and light, but contains an astonishing edge, splitting the violent impact like the tide of a wave, as if it is a torn piece of white paper.

Sword strength was irresistible, he slashed directly on the opponent's body, and instantly became magnificent. He struck No. 33 directly and flew out of the battlefield in a blink of an eye.

"Win again."

"Still a sword."

Mo Sen's eyes were bright, like a blade. Gu Zhongyuan gently played with the ball chain on his neck. The smile on his face became more and more obvious. They were all interested in the 30th.

"Thirty consecutive four wins, thirty-four came to power."

With the sound, another person flew on the waiting table.

When this person has not yet fallen, he waved his hands continuously, and shot through the air with cold mansions, covering the sky like rain and rain, with amazing strength, can penetrate hard steel.

Sudden attacks are enough to make most people too late to respond.

However, in Chen Zong's eyes, Mantianhuayu seems to be full of rules, and all traces are clearly visible and fully mastered by Chen Zong.

Still drawn out with a sword, seemingly bland, but contains inexplicable mystery, as if blocking the space in front, but Chen Zong's realm of swordsmanship has reached the limit of body and sword unity, its superb level, no one in the crowd I can, even the old-fashioned pseudo-transcendent realms of Baizhanlou, so it's hard to see the mystery in it, but I just think it's very powerful.

Under a sword, it is normal, but it has resisted all the cold mangs. The sword body of the long sword trembled gently. When all the cold mangs trembled, they turned up and shot towards the mid-air. Number thirty four.

"How could it be!" The 34th was secretly pleased with his shot, and suddenly found that the flying knife he had shot was not only resisted, but also reflected back, terrifying, waving his hands in a hurry, it was true The strength is urged to the extreme, so that the true strength of the protector is the strongest.

The snoring sounded continuously, and a number of cold mangs were blasted on No. 34. The shield was broken under the real resistance. A flying knife was inserted into the No. 34 body through the true strength of the shield. Subtle.

On the 34th, his face was so pale, he quickly rushed down the battle platform, and pulled out the flying knife while spreading the medicine on it to stop the bleeding. This scene caused many people to laugh, but also surprised and surprised Chen Zong's swordsmanship is strong.

In fact, so far in the five-game winning streak, Chen Zong has not given up all his strength, not even half of his strength. Chen Zong has only used 10% of physical strength and 10% of vertical and horizontal power. The combination of forces is used to display the swordsmanship, and even the swordsmanship is a very common basic swordsmanship.

This is the case. Chen Zong still has reservations. After all, if Chen Zong's combat power erupts completely, he will reach the five-star limit. Under the superb realm, Chen Zong pays even if he faces the initial six-star combat power. In the first world war, and now with reservations, one's combat power also belongs to a higher level among two stars.

The five opponents of the Five Wars, only the opponents of the Fourth War are slightly stronger, close to the two-star combat power, as for the opponents of the fifth War is only a hidden weapon with unexpected surprises, nothing more.

On the 35th, he watched Chen Zong defeat the opponent lightly with a sword, saying that no pressure is false. The pressure on the 35th was very high, and he stared at Chen Zong with so solemn expression that he really triggered To the extreme.

Unfortunately, the gap in strength is too obvious. Even if all the power is squeezed out, it still cannot be changed.

What's more, there is a gap in the realm of martial arts.

All the attacks of the opponent were clearly visible in Chen Zong's eyes.

"Thirty-six consecutive victories, thirty-six played."

In an understatement, Chen Zong has achieved six consecutive victories, which is astonishing. One by one, he is sure that Chen Zongtie will win ten consecutive victories.

"Friend, you are very strong. I know you are not your opponent, but I still ask your mercy to allow me to take a few extra tricks." The 36th eyeball turned around and said to Chen Zong immediately.

I have to say that this is an opportunist, knowing that he is not Chen Zong's opponent, so he asked himself to do a few more tricks, and he will not be defeated by Chen Zongyijian.

In this regard, Chen Zong ignored.

A sword waved out, there was no way to evade it, and the thirty-sixth was defeated, leaving in shame.

"Thirty-seven consecutive victories, thirty-seven on the field."

The thirty-seventh face is bitter, only those martial arts peaks and even extremes of Zhenwu Realm are not enemies of the other sword, so let alone the person who has just broken through to the early stage of Zhenwu Realm. Just give up directly.

"Thirty consecutive wins on the 30th and 38th on the court."

"I confess." Shouted No. 38, a very bachelor, wasn't he an opponent at all, not even a bit of sharpening, so he wouldn't be ashamed.

"Nine consecutive wins on the 30th and 39th on the pitch."

"I give up," shouted No. 39.

"Give up again, it looks like a ten-game winning streak is appropriate."

"I knew from the moment he gave the sword that the 30th will surely win ten straight games."

On the 39th, he did not admit defeat. This is a middle-aged man who looks more than forty years old. He has a thin appearance, his face is sunken, his eyes are also sunken, and his hands are narrowed inside the sleeves of his robes.

I saw a wave of the 39th robe sleeve, the body leaped upright, and landed on the battlefield.

The body was cold, with a touch of death, and it seemed to have a slight taste of decay, as if it was the smell that accompanied the perennial and the dead.

No. 39 didn't say a word, his gloomy eyes stared at Chen Zong, the eyes seemed to glow a little green light, and then straight, a seemingly stiff body but the rapidness of the arrow off the string, instantly passed Dozens of meters, approaching Chen Zong, the rotten and cold smell hit with it, becoming more and more intense.

The hands contracted inside the robe sleeve suddenly ejected, and the pale cyan palms were as thin as claws, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, they slammed them towards Chen Zong, and seemed to grab Chen Zong's flesh and blood.

"Zombie merit!"

"Some people still practice this kind of exercises."

The old men on the battle floor changed slightly, exclaiming in a low voice.

"To practice this method, you need to accompany the dead corpse, continually absorb the corpse and condense yourself, so that you become like a zombie. The body has amazing strength, can resist the sword's slash without breaking, and has great power, but it will lose Perception, the body will also become stiff. "A elder of the battlefield whispered, clarifying the pros and cons of zombie power:" If the matching zombie claws and zombie jumps are trained, it is also a powerful martial art. "

"Good is good. Unfortunately, practicing such martial arts is no longer a human."

"Everyone has his own will."

The last four words summarized.

Everyone has their own will, and some people will do whatever they can to succeed, and everything is normal.

And the zombie power will exist precisely because someone created it. Since it was created by someone, it will also be cultivated by others. Existence is reasonable.

The zombie claws were grabbed through the air, very fast, and very sharp. With a sour rot, it can make people dizzy. Chen Zong is not affected, but this taste does not like it.

Don't dodge, kill with a sword.

The 39th eye has a green light flash, and the speed of the two claws has increased sharply. A green light has also appeared on the claws, grabbing directly to Chen Zong's sword, and holding the back of the sword, the other hand is still quickly attacking, grabbing Chen Zong's chest is going to tear off a piece of flesh.

"Caught."

"Great."

"Shouldn't be defeated here."

"Nine consecutive victories, almost ten consecutive victories. What a pity if they were defeated."

Everyone already thought that winning the tenth winning streak on the 30th was 100% ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but no one expected that the 39th would be so powerful. One claw grabbed the blade and one claw attacked. The speed is extremely fast, making it difficult to react.

It must be said that the combat power of the 39th has already exceeded the one-star level and reached the two-star level.

Although Chen Zong had a small accident, he didn't panic. Even if he was hit by that claw, he would have nothing to do. The arrogant physique was not a joke.

Of course, Chen Zong didn't want to be hit.

Between the five fingers of the right hand, the force pours into the sword precisely, and the sword trembles with it. The 39 fingers of the thirty-ninth finger are directly torn apart, and it is like a bamboo shoot.

From being caught to breaking and beheading, in fact, only in an instant, the speed was a few points faster than the opponent's claw.

When that claw was about to catch Chen Zong's chest, the sword had already begun to strike on the opponent's body, such as the dull sound of defeating leather, and the powerful force contained in this sword shocked, and the number thirty-nine face suddenly suddenly Although he felt no pain, the impact of that power was obvious, and the whole person flew backwards.