Linshanhou, Wushanhou, and Yinluosheng, the three powerful pseudo-transcendent realm masters, each stood in the same direction, forming a triangle, hundreds of meters apart.
For those who are strong in the pseudo-extraordinary realm, the difference between one hundred meters, ten meters and one meter is not big. They can all be crossed in an instant, but they can also react quickly and retreat calmly.
Among the three powerful men, Chen Zong and Yin Luosheng's disciples were fighting fiercely.
Both sides have passed the initial test, and the battle has become more intense.
Yin Luosheng's disciples use palm techniques, and each palm contains terrifying power. The arms under the sleeves of the robe are like gold and iron, which can resist the slashes of Chen Zong's double swords.
However, the power of the Red Thunder Sword and the Ancient Que Sword were so powerful that Yin Luosheng's disciples did not dare to confront them forcefully again and again. Only when they could not dodge, they had to use their arms to resist.
The sword light was like thunder and lightning, and sometimes it was like a raging ocean tide. Chen Zong had already let go of his hands and feet and used the sword skills he had learned.
Each sword technique has reached a state of subtlety, consuming less and being more powerful.
Like a violent storm, like a movie with flashes of light, it suddenly turned into a gentle breeze blowing through the willows. The change in swordsmanship style and the instantaneous change in power made Yin Luo, who had never fought against Chen Zong and was not familiar with Chen Zong,
The student was very uncomfortable, his rhythm was disrupted, and he became passive.
Under the black robe, Yin Luosheng frowned slightly, then relaxed. Chen Zong's swordsmanship was beyond his expectation, but his disciples were not that easy to deal with.
Suddenly, two sword energy shot through the air, blocking the retreat of Yin Luosheng's disciples.
Sky-breaking cross slash!
The bright and dazzling cross sword light shot through the sky, seeming to divide the world into four.
Unable to dodge, Yin Luosheng's disciple was directly hit.
"good!"
Someone shouted in a low voice, they naturally hope that Chen Zong can win, and it would be best to kill the opponent.
Chen Zong, however, did not feel the slightest joy. The moment his two swords struck the opponent, he felt as if he had lost his target. It was very abrupt, as if the sword was not exerting any force, and there was a feeling of being empty. Moreover, the black robe seemed to have a unique strength.
, making one's strength seem to be leaking out, and one's body cannot stop rushing forward.
The black robe that was divided into four suddenly fluttered up, as if infinitely magnified, and covered Chen Zong like dark clouds covering the sky. The intense sense of crisis made Chen Zong's eyebrows jump.
Shocking step!
Making a decisive decision, Chen Zong quickly rushed forward with his black robe on his head. Behind him, the murderous wind roared, and when it brushed his back, Chen Zong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his pure yang energy and blood seemed to be frozen in an instant.
Fortunately, he avoided it, otherwise he would have been seriously injured if he had been hit.
I don't know when, a disciple of Yin Luosheng appeared behind Chen Zong and launched a killing move. He thought he would take this opportunity to kill Chen Zong, but at the worst, he would be seriously injured, but he was still avoided.
Seeing that Chen Zong had not yet broken free from the shackles of the black robe, disciple Yin Luosheng took action again.
Like a black wind sweeping across, the palms connected together, and the black palm prints roared with the dark wind, rolling like a torrent, without reservation, all blasted towards Chen Zong.
The sword light was sharp, cutting the black robe into pieces, like water from the Milky Way pouring down and the sea flowing across it.
The palm prints shattered and the sword light dispersed.
Chen Zong and Yin Luosheng's disciples approached each other and fought in close quarters. Their swords changed and their palms connected. Every move was extremely dangerous. The martial arts practitioners present were horrified and broke into cold sweats.
It's so dangerous and thrilling.
"What a strong strength." Yang Tianzhao whispered to himself. With such strength, even if he came on the field, he would not dare to claim victory. At most, he would just maintain a tie.
"Very strong." Wushan Hou's disciple Fei Yuan looked solemn at first, and then his unruly eyes were full of fighting spirit. Fighting against such a powerful peer and defeating him gave him the greatest sense of accomplishment.
"The evil wind ghost cries!"
The Yin Luosheng disciple who lost his black robe and wore a black armor with black arm armor on his arms looked evil and shouted, the fist and claws of his right hand changed instantly, and the inner energy hit fast and slow, wrapped around the arm, and brought up
Waves of cold black wind howled.
The sound of whining sounds like evil spirits crying in the dark night, disturbing the mind and making people feel trance-like.
Chen Zong only felt that there was darkness in front of him. Amidst the gusts of wind, a ferocious face appeared out of thin air. He let out a strange and sharp cry, like a demon sound piercing his brain. He suddenly opened his mouth, and it was as dark as an endless abyss.
To devour oneself.
"My will is like a sword, cut!"
Chen Zong's mind was unwavering and his mental will was highly condensed. He instantly eliminated the trance, his eyes burst with sharp light, and he slashed through the air with his two swords.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yin Luosheng's disciples have already used secret techniques. Black aura surrounds them, extremely cold, and their aura rises straight up, almost reaching the four-star level.
"The evil wind strikes with a hundred steps!"
Ten meters away, Yin Luosheng's disciple pressed his palm into the air, and the terrifying power instantly penetrated the air and hit Chen Zong's heart.
The coldness caused Chen Zong's heart to contract instantly, and with Hun Tian Po Yuan's strength, the ancient sword fell down.
"Yinfeng Chain Palm!"
After using the secret technique, the strength of Yin Luosheng's disciples increased a lot, and they seemed to be suppressing Chen Zong. Once the Yin Wind Palm was unfolded, it could not be stopped at all.
Enjoyable.
Under the opponent's cold wind palm, Chen Zong felt cold all over his body, and traces of coldness continued to penetrate into his body from the pores all over his body, as if Chen Zong was frozen from the inside out.
The wind roared in his palm, like continuous waves, and Chen Zong seemed to have turned into a small boat, drifting with the current in the stormy sea, and was in danger of being overturned and broken at any time.
Pressure came from all directions, and Chen Zong felt that his limbs seemed to have become stiff, and he was gradually falling behind.
"Dad, are you okay, junior brother?" Guan Yunxi asked with concern on his face.
"Nothing." Linshan Hou said, looking very relieved to Chen Zong.
"Miss, the young master hasn't used his full strength yet." Yan Wei stood aside and said with a smile.
Guan Yunxi felt relieved after hearing Linshan Hou He Yanwei's words.
"Blood-burning tactics!"
Chen Zong also used a secret technique, and the pure Yang Qi and blood collided violently, as if on fire, turning into waves of blood-colored Qi that filled the whole body, and mixed with the Hun Tian Po Yuan Jin, greatly enhancing the Hun Tian Po Yuan.
The power of strength.
Chen Zong was surrounded by blood-colored energy, which looked like a layer of faint red flames, exuding a pure masculine aura.
"It's a blood-burning strategy!"
"What an amazing energy and blood."
"The intensity of this kind of energy and blood..." The true martial artist was surprised, while the three pseudo-supernatural states were shocked. At the same time, a guess popped up in their minds.
"Qi and blood are pure Yang!"
"The Great Perfection of Qi and Blood!"
"Wu Ming, kill him at all costs." Yin Luosheng didn't know whether his judgment was accurate, but as long as there was a chance, he couldn't miss it.
Great Perfection of Qi and Blood!
That is a state that only few talented people can achieve. It lays an extremely solid foundation and has greater potential.
Marquis Wushan was astonished, and there was another kind of jealousy growing up. If he was really in the Dzogchen state of Qi and Blood, this guy Guan Zaishan would actually have such good luck.
Linshanhou was indescribable surprise. If Qi and Blood were truly perfect, then this disciple would be even more outstanding than imagined.
"The Great Perfection of Qi and Blood, Earth-level peerless exercises, the Great Perfection of Strength Training..." I couldn't help but be excited when I thought about it.
The key point now is to confirm whether Chen Zong has achieved Qi and Blood Perfection.
Qi and blood burning is different from the previous blood-burning techniques. The blood-burning combat method is a very practical secret method. The power it produces is closely related to the strength of the warrior's own qi and blood.
The qi and blood of ordinary warriors who practice the Jin Realm are at the standard level, and the effect of using the blood-burning combat method is only average. Some warriors who refine their qi and blood, the effect will exceed the standard. But like Chen Zong, whose qi and blood are full of pure yang, burning
Under the Blood War Technique, waves of power are supplied to the whole body from the qi and blood, which not only increases the internal strength, but also makes the body seem to become more powerful.
The footsteps staggered, and the body turned into a red lightning, streaking through the air, and instantly approached Yin Luosheng's disciple Wu Ming, dragging a long scarlet flame tail behind him.
"So fast!"
"How could it be so fast!"
Everyone watching the battle was shocked.
Compared with before, Chen Zong's speed was at least 30% faster.
A 30% increase in speed will not have much effect on the weak, but the effect will be more obvious on stronger people.
Wu Ming was also startled, and quickly retreated to dodge. In front of his eyes, two sword lights with scarlet shadows tore through the sky and rushed towards him, faster than his body. The power contained in them made Wu Ming
My eyelids were twitching, and I felt like my whole body was being torn apart.
Originally, Wu Ming thought that by using the secret method to greatly increase his strength, he could suppress Chen Zong, severely injure him, and maybe have a chance to kill him. As for Chen Zong also mastering the secret method, this was expected.
Unexpectedly, after Chen Zong used the secret technique, his strength increased so obviously that he was completely superior to him.
He originally had the upper hand, but was suddenly reversed. Wu Ming was very unwilling to do so.
And his master, Yin Luosheng, sent a message to him that he would kill Chen Zong at all costs. This required him to fight tooth and nail.
When the thought turned around, Chen Zong's two swords crossed to form a scarlet sword net, covering Wuming from the front at an astonishing speed. Every sword light in the sword net contained extremely terrifying power, giving it to Wu Ming.
Wuming brings serious threats and feels the crisis of death.
The people watching the battle, especially the warriors in the Jinjing Realm, were all excited and secretly clenched their fists. From the scarlet sword net, they felt an extreme edge, as if it could cut through all the hardness in the world.
of edge.
All Jin-level warriors want to think about how they would deal with this move if they were faced with it themselves.
dodge?
It's too late, the speed of the sword network is too fast, and the coverage is very large.
Frontal resistance?
It's hard, the sharp aura exuded by the sword net seems to be invincible.
Yang Tianzhao and Duan Chenjian had solemn faces. They felt that facing this scarlet sword net, perhaps there was only one way to die. Even if they used secret techniques, they would not be able to avoid being injured.
Fei Yuan's eyes were no longer unruly, but solemn. Under his arms that were longer than normal people, his hands were clenched into fists. There were bulging veins on the back of his hands, showing that he was extremely uneasy inside because he felt that he had no confidence to resist Chen.