After taking a closer look at the sword in his hand, Chen Zong couldn't put it down even more. There was no damage after such a collision. It was indeed a precious iron-level sword.

"Wonderful!" Tang Junhao clapped his hands, making no secret of his appreciation. Even with his sixth-level cultivation in the Qi and Blood Realm, he felt that this battle was absolutely wonderful and impeccable, making people excited.

The applause was loud and loud. At this moment, no matter who it was, they put aside their grudges.

Because they are all warriors.

The applause stopped.

"Chen Zong, what's the name of the sword technique you use?" Tang Junluo asked, and everyone pricked up their ears, very curious.

"Eight Styles of True Sword." Chen Zong said calmly.

"Eight Forms of True Sword?" Everyone looked at each other. They had never heard of this name, not even Li Zhenshi, the young master of a swordsman family, had never heard of it.

But it does not hinder that from now on, this name of swordsmanship will be forever imprinted in their hearts and will be unforgettable until death.

"The Eight Forms of the True Sword...your sword can be called the True Sword Unparalleled." Tang Junluo said.

"It's far from enough." Chen Zong said, not modestly, but telling the truth.

The Shenglonghui competition was basically over. Chen Zong and Tang Junluo applied medicine to the wounds to stop the bleeding.

Everyone did not leave in a hurry, but continued to stay, talking to each other about their opinions and exchanging martial arts experiences.

"Thank you for the banquet and take my leave."

"Farewell."

"Farewell."

There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. The Shenglong Festival lasted for a long time and it was time to end. Everyone stood up and said goodbye to Tang Junhao and Tang Junluo.

"Chen Zong, I am very happy about today's battle, but tomorrow, I will fight you again, and I will definitely defeat you." Tang Junluo looked directly at Chen Zong and said every word, not at all discouraged by the temporary defeat.

High morale.

"I will not stand still." Chen Zong smiled and raised the sword in his hand: "Also, thank you for your precious iron sword, I like it very much."

"Tang Junluo, I am very dissatisfied with today's battle. Tomorrow, I will definitely ask you to use your full strength." Zhao Wangcheng's face was stern.

"You can't catch up with me." Tang Junluo declared domineeringly.

"Come on, let's go, do you want to find a place to drink." Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong on the shoulder and asked.

"Next time." Chen Zong responded with a smile. He still had things to do. Drinking and other things were not that important.

"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor. If I have the chance, I will come to you for discussion." Li Zhenshi left a message when he walked by.
Chapter completed!