Chapter 8 Breaking the wind and breaking the rain (1)
Another Outer God Weapon was acquired, but the other Outer God Weapons were too far away, and there were at least two people fighting for it, and as many as three or four, it was very fierce.
After Chen Zong glanced at it, he left and went to other places to look for the outer magic weapons and their sources.
The harvest this time is really not small. There are more than 20 regiments of divine soldiers, and more than 60 foreign divine soldiers have been obtained. It is really an astonishing harvest.
And now, ten days are just the end of the first day, and it has not passed yet. There are at least eight days left to continue searching. It is not possible to find more external divine weapons and sources of divine weapons.
"Second Senior Brother." Mu Yu stared at the direction Chen Zong was leaving and immediately sent a message to Xie Feng Jian.
Xianfeng Sword was seizing an alien weapon, and when he heard Mu Yu's voice transmission, he immediately looked over.
Immediately, with a movement of their bodies, the two of them turned into two rays of sword light and flew away in the direction Chen Zong left.
In a short period of time, Chen Zong flew hundreds of thousands of meters away, paused, and stayed in mid-air, as if waiting for something.
Two sword lights flew quickly from a distance, one was sharp and the other was gentle, but both contained astonishing sharpness.
Inclined Wind Sword!
Drizzle Sword!
The two men came up in pursuit, and the purpose of the pursuit was naturally obvious.
"Brother Chen just got a lot of foreign divine weapons and sources of divine weapons. I'm so happy." Xiaoyu Jian moved and distanced himself from Xianfeng Sword. They were like horns, surrounding Chen Zong.
Traction and blockade all around.
"Hand over half." Xianfengjian's words were not as tactful as Xiaoyujian's. Instead, he was very direct and sharp, as if a sword was stabbing across the sky, with an astonishing sharpness.
"In that case, let's have a bet." A smile hung from the corner of Chen Zong's mouth: "I, a sword cultivator, should be judged by my sword. If I lose, I will hand over all the outer magic weapons. If you lose, you will also
Hand over all the Outer Divine Soldiers."
The reason why I didn't talk about the source of divine weapons is because my own sources of divine weapons have been absorbed and I can't get them out.
"Then, who will compete with me, the Drizzle Sword or the Inclined Wind Sword?" Chen Zong's voice revealed the sharpness of gold and iron.
Of course, judging one's superiority based on swords will not be one-on-one. That approach is too reckless. After all, both the Drizzle Sword and the Xianfeng Sword have terrifying strength.
Chen Zong is confident, but not arrogant. If he were arrogant, he would have been a pile of withered bones long ago before he could survive.
Regarding Chen Zong's proposal, Mu Yu was deep in thought. He was analyzing the probability of victory or defeat, making a decision before taking action, instead of agreeing all at once.
This is his habit, his habit of doing things.
But at that moment, a wry smile appeared on Mu Yu's face, and he thought of his second senior brother.
The Slanting Wind Sword, a sharp sword, is a more direct sword. There is no consideration, provocation, displeasure, or any number of other things. Just draw the sword and chop him in the face. There is no need to use any brain.
Sure enough, the Slanting Wind Sword had already been unsheathed. When the light cyan blade was unsheathed, it seemed to cut the air slowly but quickly, filling the air with traces of ripples, as if ripples were being drawn across the water.
A subtle touch of sword energy and wind blade also shot out, directly killing Chen Zong.
Such a sword means that Xie Fengjian has accepted Chen Zong's gambling agreement.
Mu Yu couldn't help but retreat with a wry smile, leaving the battlefield to Chen Zong and his second senior brother Xie Fengjian, which was tantamount to acquiescing to Chen Zong's bet on the battle.
The winner is decided by the sword. Of course, it is not a battle based on pure swordsmanship, but a battle with strength.
To determine the outcome, whichever side loses will have to give up all its alien soldiers.
Through previous observations, Mu Yu estimated that Chen Zong had at least fifty alien weapons on his body, which was a very good deal.
In addition, he is very confident in the strength of Xianfeng Sword.
Even if the senior brother Buguijian wants to defeat the second senior brother, it is not easy and difficult to do.
This Chen Zong's strength is indeed very strong, which makes him feel unpredictable, but Mu Yu has to pay for it. If he really fights, he may not be inferior to the opponent.
The sword energy and wind blade broke through the air and struck instantly. The power was not very strong, but it was superior in speed. It was extremely fast and could kill over hundreds of meters in an instant.
This is the prelude.
This is the prelude to the Slanting Wind Sword's attack. No matter whether the opponent resists or dodges the attack of the Sword Qi Wind Blade, they will face the real attack from the Slanting Wind Sword.
The light cyan sword light suddenly shone and turned into a huge sword air wind blade more than ten meters long. In an instant, it shot out like cutting through the void.
Extreme speed!
The extremely sharp and fierce sword made Chen Zong feel like he was being torn apart.
But Chen Zong had no fear or fear. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a hint of excitement.
This is a good opponent.
The sword was unsheathed, and after crushing the first sword energy wind blade, it did not dodge. The sword light struck directly, the golden sword light shone, and immediately collided directly with the sword energy wind blade.
The sword light dissipated and turned into countless sword energy that shot out in all directions, covering all directions and spreading within a thousand meters, as if the void had been turned into a sieve.
The figure of Xianfengjian disappeared under Chen Zong's eyes.
A wisp of extremely fine wind, with incomparable fierceness, suddenly came from behind, extremely fast, extremely fast, extremely ferocious and terrifying. The sword energy seemed to penetrate Chen Zong's body and tear him apart in an instant.
Before the man could turn around, the sword had already been thrust out from behind.
With a slight click, the extremely condensed sword light exploded in an instant, turning into countless pieces of broken wind-like sword energy that enveloped Chen Zong, completely covering his whole body.
My whole body felt like it was being penetrated into countless pieces, as if it was being beaten into a sieve.
But Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, and with a swing of his sword, he immediately trapped all the Broken Wind Sword Qi, from small to large, and then from large to small, and counterattacked with one sword.
Mu Yu's pupils suddenly shrank. Wasn't that sword the same move he used to deal with his Heavy Rain Killing Sword before?
If you watch now, you can see more clearly.
The sword moves around and around, absorbing the opponent's attack, compressing it, and then counterattacking with its own power.
Not only does it have the power of that sword, but it also has the blessing of its own power, making it even more powerful.
The broken wind-like sword energy exploded, completely covering the Xianfeng Sword. The even more tyrannical power caused the Xianfeng Sword's expression to change drastically, and with a roar, its eyes were as sharp as a sword, and a layer of cyan suddenly appeared on the light cyan sword body.
The sword gang is like flowing water flowing around the sword body, and it is like an extremely sharp sword wind that circulates endlessly.
A diagonal slash, just one slash, but it had an overwhelming power, and it immediately resisted all the Wind-breaking Sword Qi that struck back.
However, a sword edge passed through the Broken Wind Sword Qi, refracted like a reflection in the water, passed the Slanting Wind Sword, and stabbed directly into his heart.
This sword shows no mercy.
This is a gambling battle, where the winner or loser can be decided, or life and death can be decided.
"Be careful!" The moment Chen Zong struck out with his sword, it was silent, but Mu Yu could see it clearly and couldn't help but warn him. This made Chen Zong frown slightly. To a certain extent, Mu Yu's actions had already
Violated the rules of gambling.
Since it is a battle between myself and the Xianfeng Sword, no one else is allowed to participate in any form.
After being reminded by Mu Yu, Xie Feng Sword also reacted instantly. With a slight trembling of the sword, the sword light turned into a wall of wind like the wind, filling the surface of the body and blocking Chen Zong's sword.
Although it was only broken and pierced in an instant, it also bought a chance for the Slanting Wind Sword, and it immediately turned into a wisp of wind and quickly opened the distance, and the Slanting Wind Sword killed him.
Chen Zong stepped forward with a sword in his hand, showing off his exquisite swordsmanship. The sword became silk and left traces in the void.
For a moment, Xianfeng Sword actually fell slightly behind.
"How is it possible that even the second senior brother was suppressed?" Mu Yu was horrified, while carefully observing Chen Zong's sword skills and making constant calculations.
Know yourself and your enemy and you will be victorious in every battle. This is his belief and behavior.
Xiefeng Sword was shocked in his heart. He fought in close quarters. His sharp swordsmanship was actually suppressed. Although he was only slightly at a disadvantage, a disadvantage was a disadvantage.
Obviously the opponent's swordsmanship is not as sharp as mine, nor is it as deadly as the senior brother's, nor as endlessly calculating as the third junior brother, but there is a feeling that seems ever-changing yet seemingly unchanging, as if it contains all mysteries.
It seems that there is no mystery, only simple rules, and it seems that there are no rules and it is difficult to judge.
The swordsmanship of Xianfeng Sword is indeed very sharp, so sharp that Chen Zong was surprised. The feeling of direct combat is clearer and more direct than watching from the sidelines.
And this kind of fierceness was gradually absorbed by Chen Zong, and was gradually integrated into his own swordsmanship for his own use.
Fortunately, his cultivation has broken through to the second level of the Demigod level, and the level of condensation of the Flower of the Great Realm has reached 10%. Otherwise, he may not be able to suppress the opponent.
Chen Zong had no intention of wasting time. The swords and swords struck out, either as violent as thunder, or as fast as wind, or as heavy as mountains, or as turbulent as water, or as sharp as gold, or as raw as wood.
Severity, severity, urgency and slowness, yin and yang of speed and slowness.
The trajectory of each sword is different, and the power and breath contained are also different, which makes the Slanting Wind Sword feel irresistible.
The previous sword was so fierce, like destroying a mountain, but it suddenly became light and flexible, as if an extremely heavy mountain was pushed across it, and at the moment of contact, it seemed to have lost all weight, like
Just a shadow, as light as a feather.
It was clear that he had exerted his strength to carry the sword to resist the sword, but he felt like he was not using any strength. He felt very uncomfortable and felt a tightness in his chest.
"Good...weird swordsmanship." Although Mu Yu knew that using the word "weird" to describe it was inappropriate, for a moment, he was surprised that he couldn't find a better word and could only replace it with the word "weird".
That day at the Lin Family Huanjian Star Snow Mountain, I was afraid that this person did not use all his swordsmanship skills to fight against me. At that time, there were not so many changes. Of course, it was also because I did not continue to fight.
If we had continued fighting and learned more details about the opponent, then the second senior brother might not be so suppressed now. If this continues, he might lose.
"No, we must not lose." Mu Yu's heart bleeds when she thinks that if she loses, all the outer divine weapons must be handed over to the opponent. Therefore, she cannot lose no matter what, but she can't help directly, so she
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Mu Yu's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange color.