The wind blew, and under the battle stage, everyone stared at the same place with their mouths open.
It was like a small tornado sweeping outside the battle platform, making an alarming whistling sound, and quickly swept towards the direction of the battle platform.
"My brother..." Xia Tiechao was startled at first, and then said with a smile on his face: "I really have an idea."
"The world of genius is always so unpredictable." A Yunlong guard said with a smile.
Yes, that small tornado is Chen Zong.
Being hit by Qingchen's cyan meteor, the whole person flew out. He had already flown a few meters away from the Three Fierce Battle Platform and fell downwards. In this case, there was no way to recover. He could only fall all the way, and as soon as he landed on the battle platform, he would fall.
It's equal to defeat.
But Chen Zong suddenly trembled all over, stretched his limbs, and then spun like a top out of thin air. You must know that even a true martial artist who has not practiced any special skills and martial arts would find it difficult to do this.
After all, he was in mid-air and was being blown away. He had no preparation in advance and had no leverage. It was very difficult to move, let alone like Chen Zong, who turned into a whirlwind.
Little did they know that Chen Zong had mastered the power of the Great Perfection of the Half-Step Strengthening Realm, and his control over himself had reached an astonishing extreme. The inner strength filled every part of his limbs and bones, and he tilted between contractions, like a torrent pouring back, one side was lighter than the other.
The weight naturally causes the body to rotate.
It spun faster and faster, turning into a whirlwind and floating rapidly in the direction of the fighting platform.
After landing, the whistling sound weakened, the rotation speed slowed down, and the whirlwind also disappeared.
"Okay." Qingchen was stunned, a smile appeared on his face, and his whole body trembled slightly. The green light spurted out again, burning and swaying like a flame, and the tyrannical aura once again filled the battlefield.
Chen Zong's swords shook, and the sound of the swords was melodious, as if coming from outside the sky, like a tide, the sword light swayed, shining in all directions, and there seemed to be an invisible edge gushing out all over his body.
Chen Zong at this moment immediately gave everyone a different feeling.
Green palm prints broke through the air continuously and bombarded them, more than a dozen in a row. Chen Zong's footsteps quickly stepped out on the broken battle platform. His figure was erratic, either rushing out or suddenly stopping. After being bombarded by the palm prints, he discovered that
It's just an afterimage.
Avoiding more than a dozen cyan palm prints, the red sword light tore through the air like lightning, stabbing Qingchen with an astonishing sharp roar. The Yue-Zhan sword was raised from bottom to top, towards Qingchen's waist and abdomen.
Qingchen suddenly felt that Chen Zong now was different from before. He was a little restrained before, but now he is relaxed.
Once you let go, your combat power can be better exerted.
The sharpness of the two swords is unparalleled. The light of the sword is like a dragon hitting the water, turning the river upside down. The feeling of letting go of your hands and feet to attack is very wonderful.
Chen Zong has always advocated offense and was good at attacking. Just now, in order to master his own strength, he had to defend himself against Qingchen's attack. Now, he has fully mastered his strength. He no longer needs to do that and can attack as much as he likes.
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Like a tiger coming out of the gate, like a dragon rising into the abyss.
Chen Zong's double swords became extremely agile, and their agility was extremely sharp.
"That's how it feels." Qingchen was secretly delighted.
"Is this his true strength?" Chi Changfeng and others were shocked and thought to themselves.
When Chi Changfeng fought with Chen Zong before, Chen Zong was not in this state. Now, he is obviously much stronger than before.
"This is the style of a great warrior," a Yunlong guard said in a low voice.
Comparing it now with before, it feels like a pearl versus a gravel.
As if breaking free from restraints and free, Chen Zong used all the earth-level swordsmanship he had practiced to his heart's content.
Each sword technique released the strongest power under the performance of Chen Zong's double swords. Countless sword lights filled the surroundings, just like countless dragons moving in the clouds and spreading rain, drowning Qingchen.
In just an instant, Qingchen was attacked by countless sword lights. From all directions, one could clearly feel the difference in power contained in each sword light.
That sword light may be sharp, domineering, strong, flexible, cold, swift, or heavy...
Qingchen couldn't imagine that someone could practice so many sword techniques, and practice each sword technique to a subtle level to maximize its power.
Different sword techniques contain different powers and have different attack methods. Qingchen used his palm techniques to fight and was able to crush one, two, three or even ten swords, but he gradually felt the pressure increase.
There are too many sword techniques, the sword moves are completely different, and the changes in strength are also completely different. If there is no conflict, more strength must be exerted to break them. Qingchen's internal strength is very strong and can handle many changes in strength, but
After all, it's not everything.
It was as if I was trapped in a world of sword light. Even when I breathed, I felt like I was inhaling the sword light, which made my lungs hurt.
Qingchen ignored that feeling and took a deep breath. Suddenly, the cyan light swaying around him suddenly shrank and then exploded crazily.
The extremely tyrannical power broke through the limit in an instant, and the roar was like a mountain falling apart, instantly destroying the sword light that filled the surrounding area.
Immediately afterwards, Qingchen closed his palms, palms facing each other, and the bright blue light shone like lightning, shining in all directions. It seemed that even Qingchen's eyes had a glimmer of green light shining like starlight.
"Kill!" If the divine voice sang, the void shook, and Qingchen's closed palms suddenly separated. A green light was so pressing that it was impossible to look directly at it, and it turned into a green blade and cut through the air to kill.
"What a strange attack."
"What kind of martial arts is this?"
Everyone's eyes widened in surprise.
Chen Zong was also surprised. Sword Qi and Sword Qi are not uncommon among warriors in the Jinjing Realm, but this attack method is very strange. You can feel it. It is not an attack like Sword Qi and Sword Qi, but a real attack.
Sword attack.
The cyan blade had an astonishing speed, and with a scalp-numbing and hair-chilling scream, it struck with a brutal killing blow.
Without dodging, Chen Zong's swords followed a mysterious trajectory, but the green blade seemed to be conscious, avoiding Chen Zong's first sword but unable to avoid the second sword.
Gold and iron clashed, sparks flew, and the tyrannical power penetrated the sword body.
But the green blade was also cut off by a sword.
Holding the sword, he dragged two scratches in the air, and rushed towards Qingchen like a flying dragon. Suddenly, Chen Zong felt horrified. He didn't have time to look back, and quickly used Shocking Step, flying as fast as possible.
Sweeping to one side, his body is low.
Sharp whistling sounds rang out from the left and right sides, and the sharp breath seemed to cut open the scalp. Chen Zong also caught a glimpse of two green lights passing by from the corner of his eyes.
Isn't that the blue blade that I just cut off?
Split in two?
Just as the thought came to his mind, the two passing blue blades turned back in two arcs in mid-air like flying swallows, crossing from the left and right, killing Chen Zong.
He remained motionless, waiting for the moment when the two blue blades struck, and the sword came out like a dragon.
Under the double swords, the two cyan blades were cut off again, but Chen Zongque kept staring at them, and saw that the severed cyan blades turned into four smaller ones.
Although he doesn't know the secret, Chen Zong is certain that this is a very strange martial art. After cutting it off, it will divide into more and more difficult to deal with.
If that's the case, then don't cut it off, but chop it into pieces.
The sword moved with the heart, and the two swords were like dragons flying in the air. As they meandered, they hit four green blades almost at the same time. The sword body trembled slightly. The domineering Huntian Po Yuan Jin was like a sea flowing across the sea. The four green blades instantly shattered into countless pieces.
Cyan light spots sputtered away.
In the green light that filled the sky, Chen Zong rushed towards Qingchen like lightning. He was light and fierce, and charged towards Qingchen.
Countless sword lights engulfed Qingchen once again.
Exerting it to the fullest and heartily, this kind of battle made Chen Zong unable to help but let out a long roar. The roar was like the roar of thunder from the sky, and it also contained a sonorous sound, like the roar of divine swords, making people's blood boil and the pride in their chests stirring.
Qingchen erupted again, and after destroying the sword light, he distanced himself like a cyan meteor.
"Qingchen, use your full strength." Chen Zong shouted, and everyone was shocked. This was not Qingchen's full strength.
So what is his strength and combat prowess?
"I originally thought that your fighting power was no more than this, and I was a little disappointed." Qingchen smiled slightly and said slowly. After such a fierce battle just now, his breathing was still steady and long, and there was no sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that
The seemingly fierce battle just now actually did not consume much: "But now I know that I was wrong. You can indeed fight me and let me use all my strength."
"Come on." Chen Zong smiled, with high spirits and fighting spirit.
"Then... next... I will use the power of blood..."
"My combat power...will exceed the limit!"
Qingchen's words suddenly became erratic, and the last two words were low, as heavy as drum beats, making people's hearts beat unconsciously, with an inexplicable feeling and full of expectation.
Qingchen's aura also changed rapidly, seeming to become lighter and yet deeper.
Vaguely, Chen Zong felt keenly that something in Qingchen's body seemed to be awakening.
Chen Zong did not rush to take action, but left time to Qingchen to let him play freely, break the limits, and explode with more powerful combat power. Only in this way can he fight more happily.
"The power of blood..."
"What power is that?"
While paying attention to Qingchen's changes, Chen Zong thought secretly.
It is said that monsters and beasts have blood, but as for human warriors, there seems to be none, except for the group of people from the Black Demon Sect who are neither human nor monsters.
Is this Qingchen similar to those from the Black Demon Sect?
The more you explore, the more you realize that the world of martial arts is full of mysteries. It is constantly attracting people to understand more deeply, and you can't help but be immersed in it. The feeling of uncovering the mysteries one by one is wonderful.
Among the crowd was an old man with an ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes. His eyes swept past Chen Zong and landed on Qingchen.
"I originally thought that Mr. Chen's experience was just a walk."
"I didn't expect that someone would be able to make Master Chen use the power of his blood. This trip is worthwhile."
The old man said to himself that no one else could hear his voice except himself.
"It's just that Young Master Chen, who uses the power of blood, will break through the limits of his combat power and reach the seven-star level. I wonder how many moves the opponent can withstand?"
Obviously, this old man was not optimistic about Chen Zong and directly believed that Chen Zong would be defeated if he could not sustain a few moves.