Sword God

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The sword looks like a star mark, and one sword is broken.

The storm was so cold that it destroyed the world.

When the long sword stabbed in the dark storm, it was broken and broken from the point of the sword to become a centimeter, but the strength of the point star secret sword was not damaged at all, and it still broke the storm with astonishing sharpness and assassinated it. .

The weapons in the 100 battlefields are special. Although they are not pseudo-spirals, they are better than the first-order pseudo-spirits in terms of hardness and can be comparable to the second-order pseudo-spirals. This is the case. , Coupled with the horror power of the Netherstorm, the sword under pressure will be more under pressure, and will naturally collapse.

In the Netherstorm, Mo Sen's long knife also cracked.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if coming from Jiuyou with devastating horrific ghost storm to devour Chen Zong's body, but Chen Zongyi sword also penetrated into the ghost storm and penetrated it.

The roaring sounds kept blasting from the Netherstorm, every sound made the hearts of everyone around him beating unconsciously.

It seems like a long time ago, but in just a few breaths, the Netherstorm seems to be unable to withstand the impact of a powerful force, disintegrating from the inside, breaking apart, and turning into a gust of wind blowing in all directions. At the same time, everyone only looked at At the end of the image was a meteorite flying backwards.

"It's Mo Sen!"

"Mo Sen was repelled."

One by one in horror.

The nether storm was completely dissipated. Chen Zong stood empty-handed on the battlefield like a ruin. His sword robe was broken into pieces, his hair was disheveled, his complexion was pale, and his body was in pain.

The power of the Netherstorm is too overbearing.

In the distance, Mo Sen covered his chest with one hand, and there was a black palm print on it. The terrible fiery force was violently destroying in the body, causing him to move a little, and there was a kind of tear-like pain.

The previous fierce battle consumed most of the power, and the final nether storm exhausted the remaining power. Today, there is not much power left in Mo Sen's body.

The same is true of Chen Zong, a full-bodied vertical and horizontal force is poured out completely, used to cast the secret sword point star, can repel the wounded Mo Sen, but also benefit from the powerful practice of practicing, show the mixed Yuan iron-making hand .

"Are we going to fight again?" Chen Zong asked, although most of his physical strength was exhausted, he still had more than half of his physical strength and still had the fighting power.

"You won," Mo Sen said, still cold.

There is no reason to find it. Now that I have exhausted my power, there is no power to fight again. On the contrary, Chen Zong seems to have more power.

After admitting defeat, Mo Sen turned around and stepped out of the ruinous battlefield.

"Won."

"Chen Zong actually won."

"It's terrible. It's terrible."

"This kind of combat power can definitely be ranked on the Xiao Dengtian list." A pseudo-transcendent realm of Baizhanlou sighed.

"Hasn't been eighty in a row, is there a sniper?"

"Although Chen Zong wins, it seems to be at the end of the crossbow, sending one person may be able to defeat it, but if so, I am afraid that the follow-up will not be so exciting, and the revenue of the 100 battlefields will be afraid to decline again."

"In three games, Chen Zong is expected to win eighty games in a row. Arrange someone to attack him. If he loses, he can only blame himself."

The next opponent was immediately placed on the stage, but Chen Zong would not be given time to restore strength, and the rules of the battlefield were not to take elixir to restore strength.

"You're great, but how much power do you have left now?" The challenger on the field thought that he had seized the opportunity. As long as he defeated Chen Zong himself, no matter whether he succeeded or lost, he left an indelible mark. The record is that he has defeated Chen Zong, a terrible vertical and horizontal sword.

"You are more than defeated." Chen Zong smiled slightly, the toes were a little bit on the ground, in the roar, the slate under his feet shattered instantly, reaching the extreme, and at the moment when the other party was too late to react, Chen Zong bombarded him with a punch. .

With a slam, it was unbeatable, and the whole person flew upside down, vomiting blood.

"Win again."

"It looks like Chen Zong has a lot of power left."

Soon, another challenger came on and attacked Chen Zong from a long distance without a word.

Chen Zong smashed all the attacks with a wave of his hand. He punched out with a punch in the air, his punches were like a dragon, and he shattered and smashed between the growls.

"Win again."

"It's just 80 games in a row."

"In this game, I'll fight you." A thick voice sounded, a tall and mighty middle-aged man fell like a boulder on the ruined battlefield platform, and there were countless dust around him. Up.

The man was wearing a gray short gown, and the exposed arms of his arms were raised, as if cast from steel. The forearm wrists and palms were wrapped with black little finger chains, adding a bit of fierceness.

Ordinary face with a scar, fierce and sharp eyes, as if the beast lurking, a glance can make ordinary martial arts scared.

He is one of the warriors trained in the 100 battlefields, which is used to **** the challenger's winning streak.

From the appearance alone, Chen Zong can see that the opponent's physique is very strong. He should have practiced physical exercises and achieved a certain accomplishment. However, how strong he is without knowing it.

"Take me a punch!" The middle-aged man glared with a yell, fierce light, a fist raised, like a bow and an arrow, slammed forward.

Bang!

The boxing rushed out like a tiger, causing the roar of the dust and the roar of the earth, and the countless rubbles fluttered.

This punch is very fierce, as if it can break a mountain.

"Almost four-star initial combat power." Chen Zong secretly said, and immediately punched out, directly crushing the opponent's punch.

The strength of refining during the heyday can completely counteract the early five-star stage.

Although the battle with Mo Sen also consumed a lot of physical strength, but after the buffer between the two wars, it recovered a little, almost 60% of the heyday.

Sixty percent of the refining strength is not comparable to the ordinary four-star.

Seeing that Chen Zong still had the power to break his own offensive, the middle-aged man was secretly surprised and shot again.

Two fists blasted out continuously, wave after wave resembling a fierce tiger and fierce dragon, the continuous bombardment came, causing the ground to shake more than ever, the ground to shake the mountain, the momentum was amazing.

After blasting dozens of punches in a row, the middle-aged person did not stop but sang loudly. The upper body swelled as if inflated, muscles were bulging, a layer of blood was diffused, and pure blood was emitted. fluctuation.

Alas, it sounded like the sound of flowing water, but it was the momentum brought by the flow of qi and blood. A powerful qi and blood went to the right arm. A strange scene appeared, and the middle-aged man's right arm kept expanding. The rest of the body seemed to shrink.

The black chain wrapped around his right arm also flew up, like a snake dancing, and instantly turned red.

"Bloodbreaking dragon fist!"

In the thunderous sound, the middle-aged man exhausted all his strength to kill this type of martial arts.

The blood of horror was soaring into the sky, and the right arm that swelled like a pillar seemed to break up the air in front of it, and the right arm quickly dissipated as if shrunk. A blood-red dragon head rushed out of blood prison. Roaring with amazing destruction, he blasted Chen Zong fiercely.

"So strong!" Chen Zong couldn't help but be shocked: "The power of this fist completely reached the peak of the four-star."

If it was during the heyday, Chen Zong could ignore it, but now the strength is only 60%, and there is some hang.

No matter what, Chen Zong will win.

Take a deep breath, and between the pure yang and blood rushing, rushing to the right arm, condensing on the right palm, the entire palm swells like a grinding disc, the whole body is red, emitting terrible high temperature, and the surrounding air is distorted, There is an invisible smoke rising.

It feels like Chen Zong's right palm is compressed with a scorching sun.

Hunyuan Ironsmith!

A palm shot forward, hitting the blood prison leader directly, the moment of collision, the horrible high temperature and the violent force, directly crushed the blood prison dragon head, and turned it into an astonishing blood-colored energy and blasted away, raging in all directions.

Immediately, the scarlet palm print flew out of his hands and blasted at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man quickly raised his arms to resist in horror.

With a bang, I felt like my arms were interrupted, and the terrible high temperature kept intruding into my arms, burning blood.

Retreat!

Unstoppable.

"Congratulations to Zong Sword Chen Zong for his eighty consecutive victories."

A sound was heard from the battle floor.

On the spectator's table, the crowd first cheered.

Eighty streak!

Chen Zong's eighty-game winning streak, but extremely exciting, people think that it is difficult to obtain again and again.

The fierce battle with Mo Sen at first thought that he could not win. I did not expect to win in the end, but it seemed that Chen Zong also exhausted his power.

According to the habits of the 100 battlefields, people will definitely be sent to sniper, and as expected, the last battle was the people of the 100 battlefields to sniper, and the combat power is not weak.

Especially the blood prison breaking dragon fist is even more shocking.

Rao is so, Chen Zong still won.

It feels like being thrown into the clouds and then dropped instantly, and then thrown up again. The feeling of instantaneous rise and fall is really too exciting.

Upstairs in the battlefield, several pseudo-transcendent realms looked at each other.

They did arrange manpower to attack Chen Zong, that is, the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's combat power is not weak, especially the last blood prison broken dragon fist, and it has a four-star peak combat power ~ www .wuxiaspot.com ~ If it is not enough to look at Chen Zong during the heyday, but you must know that Chen Zong and Mo Sen have fought with all their strength, and their strength is almost exhausted.

"I didn't expect the cultivation of this son to be so brilliant."

"I also have a mastery of martial arts that is more powerful than blood prison breaking dragon fist."

"Unexpected, totally unexpected."

Several pseudo-transcendent realms laughed bitterly.

Today, Chen Zong has achieved 80 consecutive victories, and today ’s battle has ended. In the follow-up, Chen Zong will continue to challenge, but it is difficult to find such an opportunity.

And with Chen Zong's combat power, winning a 90-game winning streak does not seem to be difficult.

Well, even the hardest 100-game winning streak is expected to impact.

The minds of several pseudo-transcendental realms in the Baizhan Building are complex. On the one hand, they want to see a hundred consecutive victories, and on the other hand they do not want Chen Zong to win a hundred consecutive victories.