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Chapter 77: Playing the Sword and Long Song

Daliang City is buzzing with people and bustling with people.

Chen Zong walked on the quaint and wide streets, looking at the pedestrians coming and going around, feeling in a trance.

Here, is it within the fragments of time and space?

Even though I heard Qingtian Sword Master say it before, when I actually saw it in person, I felt an incredible feeling.

Time and space fragments!

It was like a fantasy, but not a fantasy. It was so real. Chen Zong even tried to talk to the shopkeepers of the shops next to the street. It was completely normal.

This can't help but give Chen Zong a strange feeling, as if he is living here, without any feeling of being out of place. He was born and raised in this city.

It was a very strange feeling. It was obviously his own body, it obviously had all his memories, nothing was lost, but it just felt like he was born and raised in this city. Soon Chen Zong felt that his own power had disappeared.

Can't feel it anymore.

An ordinary person is an ordinary person now. Not only can he no longer sense the heaven and earth in his body, but even the powerful Hunyuan mind power has also disappeared.

After clenching his fists, Chen Zong felt that the powerful strength of his body was gone. What was left was very ordinary strength. It might be better than ordinary people who had not exercised. It was at the level of regular exercise, but it still did not exceed the normal level.

human boundaries.

So, where exactly is this place?

Why do I feel familiar, as if I was born and grew up here, but I have no memory of this city?

The confusion is only temporary. Chen Zong has experienced too many things. The ups and downs have already sharpened the heart of the sword to be extremely pure and tough. However, the heart of the sword cannot be seen or touched. It is not a power with ordinary cultivation, but it is

It is a special force that cannot make oneself stronger, but it can prevent oneself from being easily confused by external things, stick to one's true heart, strengthen one's own will, and make the path of seeking the Tao more firm.

Therefore, even though all of his cultivation has disappeared here, the sword's heart remains the same.

Next, Chen Zong began to inquire about all kinds of information about this city, and the inquiry was very detailed. Calculated according to the rising and setting of the sun, it took several days to fully understand it.

This city is called Daliang City, and it is the capital of the Daliang Kingdom. The leader of the Daliang Kingdom likes romance and pays attention to pleasure, so poetry, music, singing and dancing are particularly popular. But these are not what Chen Zong is interested in. What Chen Zong is really interested in is

Cultivation system, especially related to swords.

After many inquiries, I found out that there are also people who practice martial arts in Daliang, and swordsmanship is one of them. Just because they practice swordsmanship, they are graceful and elegant. If a talented person also has good skills,

Swordsmanship can create quite a reputation in Daliang City, the capital of the country, and is quite popular among the girls in the boudoir.

However, Chen Zong had also seen with his own eyes that the swordsmanship of the so-called literati was just learned for the sake of arty style. It looked good when used, and it looked simple, but it didn't have much lethality.

If good-looking is 10%, then the actual combat effectiveness is not even half a %.

This kind of swordsmanship made Chen Zong very helpless.

Is this opportunity?

Do you want to leave here?

Now that you've come, let's take care of it. Take a closer look. After all, you've only been here for a few days. Even if you understand it, it's not comprehensive enough.

Then, just spend a few more days and take a look. If you really don't gain anything, you can only leave, which will only be a waste of the three sub-sage-level ruins.

However, no one can guarantee that the opportunity of the space-time fragment will suit them.

As he continued to explore, Chen Zong discovered something else. Those who walked out of Daliang City were all missing, because outside Daliang City, there was an illusory distortion. If you walked out of Daliang City, you would fall into the illusory distortion and disappear, as if being swallowed up.

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It gave Chen Zong the feeling that the illusory distortion contained some terrifying evil spirit that chose people to eat. Standing at the city gate, a few meters away from the illusory distortion, he could feel a kind of horror and a great terror. It seemed that

If you step into it, you will die. It will be a real death, a death in which your body and soul will disappear without any bones left.

But the people in Daliang City didn't seem to feel anything, as if they didn't know about any danger. Within a few days, Chen Zong saw dozens of people leaving the city gate, walking into the twisted illusion and disappearing.

Could it be said that they will not be in any danger?

try?

Chen Zong didn't dare, just because the closer he got to the illusory distortion, the stronger the sense of danger became.

Time and space fragments!

Suddenly, Chen Zong seemed to understand the true meaning of the space-time fragments.

The space-time fragments in the unknown place should all be part of a complete space-time. The complete space-time is like a complete disk, and the space-time fragments are like fragments of a broken disk.

This Daliang City is one of the fragments of a complete time and space, limited to this city, as if it has become a simple and incomplete reincarnation.

When he realized this, Chen Zong was inexplicably touched, but when he wanted to investigate, he just lost his trace, making it difficult to find any secret.

So, are the opportunities here just those illusions and distortions?

After studying for several days, Chen Zong got nothing. Not only that, he didn't even have the slightest feeling, so he could only give up.

If it were really a chance, with my understanding like this, I wouldn't be able to gain anything, at least I would have a slight sense of it. After all, my understanding has not been affected here.

Do you really want to leave right now?

Chen Zong would not feel sorry for wasting the energy of three sub-saints. The most important thing is to be suitable for him. However, there is always a certain feeling lingering in his heart. It seems that he should not leave just now, but should continue to stay.

, you will definitely gain something.

As night fell and the lights first came on, Chen Zong was thinking as he walked, without deliberately going anywhere. As he walked, he walked unknowingly to the water's edge. There seemed to be a clear and sweet sound coming through.

The sound from the sky was faint, vague and absent.

Chen Zong subconsciously concentrated his mind and listened carefully, and the voice gradually became clearer in the wind.

The sound was crisp, melodious, and sonorous to the ears. Based on Chen Zong's many years of sword training experience, he immediately judged that this was someone fencing with his fingers or playing the sword with his fingers, so as to make the crisp and melodious sound of the sword. The rhythm was very fast and slow.

One, but it is not scattered, but has a certain order, as if it is a piece of music.

As he listened, Chen Zong made more and more judgments. His finger strength when flicking the sword was strong, he could control his own power freely, and he was able to operate smoothly. His attainments in swordsmanship should be considered good, no, they should be called worthy.

Superior.

For a moment, Chen Zong felt some interest in his heart, and a corresponding expression appeared on his face. He stared ahead, listening to several flower boats in the river, with bright lights, swaying figures, and singing and dancing of orioles and swallows, but those

The sounds were automatically filtered out by Chen Zong, and only the melodious sound of the sword was sent to his ears along the night wind by the river.

Chen Zong turned his eyes, but he was looking for something. Immediately, his eyes lit up slightly, and he stepped forward. His speed surged, as fast as a cheetah and as fast as the wind. He rushed directly out of the hundred meters and jumped up, immediately causing a stir.

There was a burst of exclamation, just because the speed was extremely fast, and it seemed like he was about to jump into the river.

Is it because I can't think about it?

But in an instant, the fallen Chen Zong stepped on an unmanned boat. The boat was only three meters long and about one meter wide, like a leaf.

When Chen Zong jumped off the boat, the boat sank slightly, creating ripples in the night and making a faint sound of water.

Then, with Chen Zong's strength, the boat headed towards the flower boat that made the sound of sword flicking in the middle of the river.

Although he has lost his powerful cultivation, even his astonishing physical cultivation strength is gone. What is left is just the strength that is better than ordinary people through regular exercise, but he has no control over his own strength.

Losing is instinctive.

Under the control of such extraordinary and holy power, Chen Zong can explode with faster speed and stronger power without hurting himself. At that moment of explosion, Chen Zong can compete with the cheetah in speed, and

The galloping horse competes for endurance, and the tiger competes for strength.

To ordinary people, this is a superhuman existence, an unstoppable monster.

But what Chen Zong is really good at is his swordsmanship.

The speed of the boat was not very fast, but the river was not very vast either. After a while, Chen Zong arrived at the flower boat, jumped up, and landed on the flower boat as light as a flying swallow across the sky.

The sound is subtle.

"who?"

"Who are you?"

After all, it is an ordinary person's body. No matter how well he controls his strength, he still cannot avoid the eyes of everyone and is discovered.

In an instant, several big men with big muscles, round waists, and thick bodies, as if they could run horses on their arms, came around with cooked copper sticks. Their eyes were glaring, and their ferocious appearance was enough to make ordinary people feel scared and weak, but it was of no use to Chen Zong.

"Where is the person who just played the sword and sang the song?" Chen Zong glanced around, but couldn't find the person, so he asked.

"Are you here to see Mr. Chen?" One of the big men, who seemed to be the leader, asked in surprise.

"If he is the person who played the sword and sang the song just now, then that's right." Chen Zong responded unhurriedly, with a flash of light in his eyes, which suddenly made the leader of the big man feel frightened for no reason, as if

It was torn apart and pierced by the brilliance of those eyes, which was very terrifying.

Could this man be a master of swordsmanship like Mr. Chen?

As soon as I thought of this, I didn't dare to offend. You must know that in Daliang, scholars with superb swordsmanship have a very high status. If they are offended, there will definitely be no good end.

Soon, Chen Zong met the Mr. Chen they were talking about. Mr. Chen was very handsome, and he could be called a handsome man. His temperament was also very extraordinary, he looked suave and bohemian, and he also had a poetic spirit.

Hua's feeling, but at this moment, Mr. Chen was hugging the beauty on both sides. He was already drunk and his eyes were dim, and the sword was put aside.

Chen Zong sat down at Mr. Chen's invitation without any courtesy and drank with him.

This wine was one of Chen Zong's favorites, but Chen Zong couldn't bear the beauty.


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