Wei Xiaohan was very depressed. He obviously thought that his fighting power was better than Chen Zong's, but in the end he was defeated by Chen Zong's brilliant and changeable swordsmanship.
If you lose, you lose. There are no excuses.
"Accept." Chen Zong clasped his fists.
Defeating Wei Xiaohan is really not easy. More than thirty sword techniques were used, which completely disrupted Wei Xiaohan's rhythm and brought him into his own rhythm. The clever use of the silk-wrapped sword and the final cross-falling air strike were like a stroke of genius.
But half of the inner energy was consumed.
"Chen Zong, you have killed my disciples from Silver Sword Castle over and over again. Today, I am here to seek justice for my dead junior brother." Someone on the side of Silver Sword Castle suddenly stood up, drew their swords and pointed at Chen Zong, with murderous intent: "
But today in front of Ye Guoshi, I will not kill you, I will only teach you a lesson."
"Shameless villain, if you have the ability, fight with me." Guan Yunxi was angry.
Chen Zong had just fought a battle, and everyone could see that he was very exhausted. To fight him now was to take advantage of others' danger.
For a moment, the eyes of the disciples from Aojian Villa and Linshan Academy were filled with disdain.
The people present are all geniuses and have their own pride. They don't bother to do things like this that take advantage of others.
"Huh, Chen Zong has a life-and-death feud with our Silver Sword Castle. He is lucky that I didn't kill him on the spot." The Silver Sword Castle disciple didn't feel at all despised. Instead, he sneered, step by step.
When he walked out, his momentum rose, locking Chen Zong like an invisible knife.
"Chen Zong, you have a three-star peak combat power, and so do I. Do you dare to fight with me? If you don't, just kneel down and apologize to me and other Silver Sword Castle disciples in front of everyone." This man stepped forward.
Press.
A gust of fragrant wind blew, and Guan Yunxi appeared beside Chen Zong.
"Junior brother, I will deal with him." Guan Yunxi said.
"Junior sister Guan, just leave this person to me." A hearty voice sounded, and the flying shadow passed by under the moonlight. The man in moon-white robes was smiling.
"Xia Zunxing, this matter has nothing to do with you." The Silver Sword Castle disciple frowned, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and said coldly.
Xia Zunxing, a disciple of Linshan Academy, ranked fifth on the mountain climbing list, and also ranked on the young dragon list and strong dragon list.
"Senior sister, senior brother Xia, I will deal with this person." Chen Zongdao.
"Be careful." Guan Yunxi heard the determination in Chen Zong's calm tone and said. When he returned to the pavilion, Xia Zunxing ignored Chen Zong. He wanted to come forward because of Guan Yunxi.
In just a short while, most of the internal energy that had been consumed was restored a lot.
"Okay, I'm a little brave." The disciple of Silver Sword Castle sneered, and the long sword pierced the air and struck hard. The sword was bright and sharp, cutting through the night, as if he wanted to cut off Chen Zong with one strike.
He drew his sword, blocked, moved, and swayed. In an instant, Chen Zong bypassed the opponent with a sword and appeared beside him. The ancient sword was shot down like a mountain.
The feeling of watching from the sidelines and fighting in person are completely different.
Chen Zong also knew that his internal strength had not been fully restored, and was only about 70% of what it was at its peak. It was not suitable to fight for a long time. As soon as he took action, there was a violent storm of attacks, and different sword techniques were used alternately in a continuous manner.
Although I already knew that Chen Zong was proficient in many kinds of swordsmanship and had many changes, so I was mentally prepared, but when it comes to the actual battle, I will find that I feel like I can't keep up with the rhythm.
However, this man's sword skills were superb. With a sword in his hand, no matter how Chen Zong changed his sword skills, he would always resist with his silver sword skills, which was irreversible.
Fight, fight, fight!
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword!
The sword pressure is everywhere and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.
Cracks were cut into the ground.
Compared to Wei Xiaohan, this disciple of Silver Sword Castle was much more powerful, yet he seized the slightest opportunity and immediately launched a counterattack.
The silver knife splits the mountain!
Shocking step!
Chen Zong quickly retreated to avoid it, then charged forward again, his long sword like an arrow off the string.
The long knife roared like a whirlwind, and the sword light was raging, as if a storm was crushing everything.
Chen Zong's swordsmanship has changed again.
The clouds and mist transform into sword skills!
The two swords seemed to disappear and merge into the air, changing into clouds and mist. When the wind blew, they seemed to disperse, and were bound by invisible forces. They were constantly changing and it was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.
Chen Zong's figure disappeared, as if blending into the clouds and mist, and the clouds and mist covered the disciples of Silver Sword Castle, making them unable to see or touch them. Only the continuous and dense sound of rain hitting the iron pieces could be heard.
"You can actually practice the Yun Huan Mist Sword Technique to such an extent in a short period of time." Lin Mingxuan was secretly surprised. He is a disciple of Linshan Academy, ranked fourth on the mountain climbing list, and his major is the Yun Huan Mist Sword Technique.
, has already reached the realm of subtlety.
Now I can't help but be surprised when I see that Chen Zong's Cloud Illusion and Mist Transformation Sword Technique has completely reached the state of perfection. It is only a thin line away from the state of subtlety.
Because the Yun Huan Mist Sword Technique is a sword technique that belongs to Linshan Institute and is not spread among the outside world. Chen Zong was able to master it only after entering Linshan Institute.
Suddenly, in the clouds and mist, two bright and dazzling lights seemed to be able to cut through all the hardness.
The sword technique of cutting gold and breaking jade!
This is a unique skill of an incomplete earth-level swordsmanship, extremely sharp.
Silver knife divides the sea!
Nine strikes of thunder!
Swords clashed.
The Guque Sword was placed in front of him, blocking the opponent's slashes. The Red Thunder Sword pierced the air like thunder, striking nine times in an instant, knocking back the Silver Sword Castle disciples.
Big flying dragon sword!
The sword is like a flying dragon soaring into the sky and controlling the nine heavens.
As the Silver Sword Castle disciples retreated, they quickly swung their swords to block and were knocked away again.
Chen Zong, who seized the opportunity once, twice and three times, did not give the other party any time to relax.
Not long after, the disciples of Silver Sword Castle retreated to the pavilion with livid faces. Behind them were the pillars of the pavilion, and there was no way to retreat.
He wanted to teach Chen Zong a lesson, but the result was that he was suppressed and beaten, especially when Chen Zong had just fought once and consumed a lot of strength.
On the side of Silver Sword Castle, the faces of all the disciples were not good-looking either.
"Is there anyone from Silver Sword Castle who wants to fight with me?" Chen Zong stood in front of the disciples' pavilion of Silver Sword Castle, glanced at them, and asked loudly.
Even though less than 30% of his inner strength is left, he is not afraid at all.
With two consecutive victories, Chen Zong's momentum has reached its peak, and the combat power he can display is one or two points stronger than usual.
Chen Zong spoke, but no one from Silver Knife Castle responded.
Indeed, as long as they are willing to take action, they can definitely defeat Chen Zong, but they cannot save face.
Because Chen Zong consumes a lot of power, he has already lost his face once and cannot afford to lose it a second time.
"Brother Chen, your swordsmanship is superb, which makes me very happy. After you rest, I want to compete with you in swordsmanship, how about it?" A disciple from Aojian Villa said with a smile, his eyes shining brightly.
"Okay." Chen Zong looked back and saw that the other party's expression was not provocative at all, so he nodded.
Returning to the pavilion, Shi Huanyue's beautiful eyes were full of curiosity and admiration. Guan Yunxi took out a pill and handed it to Chen Zong, which was used to restore his inner strength.
It was like a small farce, and then someone challenged me again.
Each one has a three-star combat power, and can reach the late three-star stage, peak, or even extreme. The battles between them are naturally very exciting.
After a period of time, Chen Zong's internal energy was completely restored. As for his physical strength, he had already returned to its peak. During the recovery period, he carefully recalled the previous two battles and looked for his own shortcomings to improve.
This kind of gathering is rare. You must know that not everyone can gather many super geniuses and compete against each other. Every battle has its own uniqueness and something worth learning.
Chen Zong also found that Qiu Honglie's eyes swept over him from time to time, as if he was about to pierce him with a sharp sword. The inexplicable hostility deep in his eyes still made Chen Zong a little puzzled.
After all, this was just the first time I saw Qiu Honglie, so where did the hostility come from?
Another two battles are over, each with its own victory or defeat, but such a victory or defeat is nothing. After all, it is not a life and death battle. In a life and death battle, all means are used, and the three-star peak combat power kills the three-star extreme battle.
Strength is not impossible.
"Ye Guoshi practices swordsmanship. We, Aojian Villa, specialize in swordsmanship. I, Wang Chengzhi, do not overestimate his ability and ask Ye Guoshi for advice. I hope Ye Guoshi can do it." On one side of Aojian Villa, a disciple stood up.
Wang Chengzhi, third on the Proud Sword Ranking, is also the most powerful disciple of the Proud Sword Villa who came to the party this time, with three-star ultimate combat power.
What is surprising is that he actually challenged Ye Feifan.
Ye Feifan has the combat power of late four-star level. The gap between three-star and four-star levels is obvious, not to mention there are several small level leaps.
"Since you asked, I will help you." Ye Feifan was also startled. He didn't expect anyone to challenge him, but he still gave him face and said with a slight smile: "I will only use one sword."
"Please advise." Wang Chengzhi appeared like a flash of light more than ten meters away in front of the main pavilion. He pulled out his long sword and held it up in front of him like a stick of incense.
The feeling is different from the ancient saying, there is a feeling that it can be attacked and defended.
Wang Chengzhi has no idea of attacking. The three-star ultimate combat power is indeed not weak, but compared with the late four-star stage, the gap is too big. Even if he shows his strongest swordsmanship with all his strength, it will not be able to do anything to Ye.
Extraordinary.
In this case, it is better to wait for the opponent to draw the sword.
Ye Feifan was still sitting on the stone chair, with no intention of getting up.
"Your Excellency, please pay attention, I am about to draw my sword." Ye Fanfan reminded him. After the words fell, Wang Chengzhi's eyes shrank and narrowed, staring closely at Ye Fanfan's sword.
Everyone's eyes were attracted without blinking, even Shi Huanyue, a super genius with four-star combat power, widened his eyes.
After reminding the opponent and giving him enough preparation, Ye Feifan's right hand slowly and quickly approached the hilt of the sword, clearly, and then spread his fingers to grasp the hilt.
A sweet sword sound rang out and reached everyone's ears. It was melodious and crisp, as if it came from outside the sky, and moved people's hearts.
For the first time, Chen Zong felt that the sound of drawing a sword was also so pleasant. The agile feeling was like the beautiful music played by the strings of a piano, and the lingering sound lingered in his ears.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feifan drew his sword and accelerated, turning into a beam of light, as if shooting out of nothingness. In the eyes of everyone, except for the sword light, everything around him was plunged into darkness.
Even the bright moon hanging in the sky, emitting a bright white light, seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared without a trace.