(This chapter is written in one go. It is written freely and vividly, and my blood is boiling. I want to draw my sword and wipe the edge.)
"As you wish!"
Amid everyone's surprise and anticipation, Chen Zong walked quickly.
Click, flick, slide, and quickly move back to the seat. He grabbed the hilt of the sword lying quietly on the table with his left hand, and drew a perfect arc inward with his right hand.
The gentle sound of a sword reached my ears. It was the sound of the sword blade being put into the scabbard and rubbing against each other.
The steps are staggered forward and backward, the body is low, the center of gravity is forward, the body is turned to the left, the left hand clasps the scabbard close to the waist, the five fingers of the right hand are bluffed, close to the hilt of the sword, the eyes become extremely sharp, making people unable to look directly.
A trace of indescribable fierceness condensed on Chen Zong and spread instantly. The whole person seemed to have turned into a divine sword. Its sharpness was shocking in the world, but it gradually became restrained. It was all hidden in the sheath, just waiting to be unsheathed.
At that moment, the earth was shaken and the ghosts and gods wept.
The Eight Forms of True Swordsmanship... the Folding Sword Form!
"What kind of swordsmanship is that?"
"What a sharp feeling."
Exclamations rang out one after another.
Yang Yigu, Li Zhenshi and other sword practitioners almost stood up, their faces full of surprise. They could clearly feel the unparalleled sharpness condensed in Chen Zong.
Unparalleled momentum, unique.
It's as if... it seems as if it is perfectly integrated with the sword in his hand.
It's as if... the whole thing is a real sword... a sharp sword!
Tang Junluo's eyes seemed to be shining with golden light. He let out a low roar, like a dragon's roar. He moved his spear with both hands and shot through the air. He turned into a golden dragon and rushed out of the abyss, carrying unparalleled power and power, as if crushing a mountain.
He blasted towards Chen Zong.
A hint of sharpness burst out, his body trembled slightly, the five fingers of his right hand spread wide, then he grabbed the hilt of the sword and drew the sword!
The sound of the sword is melodious, and the lingering sound can linger around the beam for three days.
The sharp sword light cuts through the air, like the waning moon passing through in the night sky, unrivaled in ancient and modern times.
Sword drawing style!
Under the Fierce Tiger Kung Fu, the power of Qi and blood circulates, and the arm strength is up to two thousand kilograms. The perfect sword-drawing posture is displayed. It is extremely tyrannical. No matter how hard and solid you are, you can't resist this sword. The edge of the precious iron sword is urged.
Use it to the extreme and kill everything.
A sword cut through it, and the golden dragon seemed to let out a mournful cry. The dragon's head was cut off and it collapsed.
Thanks to the basic eighteen postures and fast, accurate and steady practice, and thanks to the three foundation-building sword techniques reaching the subtle state, the eight true sword postures have taken a further step towards the perfect state and are closer to the subtle state.
His body shape is like a wave. As he retreats and advances, his momentum is unstoppable, as if he is overcoming thorns and going forward inexorably.
The sword never comes back!
Awesome!
Sword thrust!
Tang Junluo shook with a shot and turned into a flying dragon.
Tamron style!
But that Tenglong was defeated by the powerful impact of the sword-rushing style, and was invincible.
"What the hell is that?"
"Why is it so scary?"
Everyone around them had horrified faces.
It's not that they are making a fuss, but the swordsmanship performed by Chen Zong is so powerful that it is no less powerful than the ordinary first-level human-level low-grade swordsmanship, and is even better.
After all, the use of the Foundation Establishment Sword Technique does not require an explosion of energy and blood.
Have fun!
A good sword brings such a feeling to Chen Zong, as if he can kill thousands of troops with one sword.
I am so passionate that I ask who in the world can stop me?
Ring sword style!
Sword-cutting style!
The power gap between the two sides seemed to be eliminated at this moment, except for the stunning sword light, which seemed to penetrate and chop everything.
Tang Junluo gritted his teeth. He had no idea whatsoever. Chen Zongyi, who was holding a precious iron sword, used that sword technique to be so terrifying. It was completely beyond his expectation. At the same time, he also understood that this paragraph
Over time, I have made obvious progress, but the other party's progress will probably be even greater.
But, so what?
I have a dragon spear in my hand, who can break it?
Faith rises, the momentum condenses, and becomes more tyrannical. Indistinctly, it seems that a dragon's roar comes from outside the sky, and it also seems to come from Tang Junluo's body. To a certain extent, Tang Junluo is in the eight moves of Chen Zongzhen Sword.
Under the pressure brought by it, there was a slight transformation.
Chaos sword style!
The sword light splashes, like butterflies piercing flowers, like heavy rain pouring down, dense and continuous, seemingly endless, like huge waves emptying and surging.
Back, back, back!
Tang Junluo held the gun with both hands and tried his best to resist, but he still couldn't help but retreated step by step.
The collision of swords and guns, the piercing sound of gold and iron piercing the cracked gold and stone, countless sparks blooming like meteors on a summer night, scattering in the eyes, making people dazzled, swaying, and making people's blood boil.
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Swift sword style!
A sword is like riding the wind through the sky, like a shooting star chasing the moon, like coming from the void outside the sky, passing through the dazzling flowers, passing through the mountains, and passing through the sky and the sun.
A little cold light, like a flying star in the sky, magnified in front of Tang Junluo's eyes, filling the whole world. It also magnified in the eyes of everyone, leaving him alone in the world.
Extremely fast!
His arms swelled, veins protruded like a python, his strength seemed to exceed the limit, his hands danced, and the spear rolled like a wheel, airtight.
The tip of the sword was retracted at the slightest touch, but the power exploded instantly, causing the golden dragon gun in Tang Junluo's hand to tremble, his arms to shake, and he to retreat continuously.
He took a heavy step forward with his left foot, turned his body to the right as hard as he could, held the sword in his right arm like a big bow, raised the sword in his left hand and pointed directly at Tang Junluo, power surged up from the soles of his feet like a whirlwind, and passed through his waist to the right
The right arm swelled in a circle, and the energy and blood were almost gushing out like volcanic lava. It was extremely tyrannical and it was hard not to spit out the force.
Explosive sword style!
The last sword of the Eight Styles of the True Sword, the strongest sword.
One sword seems to be able to break huge rocks, penetrate mountains, crack the earth, go straight up to the sky and break through the nine heavens, penetrate the stars and the moon, destroy the moon and sink the stars.
Everyone felt a terrifying edge, as if it was going to crush them all and turn them into powder, which made them terrified.
"Soryu style!"
The pressure that Tang Junluo endured was the most direct and intense. His whole body was suffocated and almost collapsed. However, he firmly believed and burst out with strength and let out a huge roar, like a blue dragon patrolling the sea for nine days.
The dragon gun was activated to the extreme, and the dragon pattern on the gun exuded a bloody brilliance, as if it was about to turn into a dragon and come out of the gun with its teeth and claws spread.
The giant roar and the force of the spear merged into one, exerting all the strength and power. In an instant, some shackles were broken and a new realm was entered.
Hidden Dragon Spear Technique... is down to the smallest detail!
One shot of Azure Dragon Style, I am invincible!
This is the strongest collision, and whoever wins will determine success or failure.
Sword and spear, sword tip and spear tip, Explosive Sword Style and Azure Dragon Style!
collision!
A sharp sound ripped through the eardrums, and immediately, nothing could be heard. Countless sparks flew in front of his eyes, the colors faded and became black and white, and everything in the empty space was blurred and distorted.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths!
It took more than ten breaths before a faint voice sounded, as if coming slowly from the horizon, and became clear. The black and white in front of me was dyed, gradually became vivid, and returned to its original state.
Chen Zong took five big steps back, leaving five marks with his feet on the hard floor. The sword trembled wildly, and the right hand holding the sword trembled. The tiger's mouth cracked, and a trace of blood flowed down the hilt.
Tang Junluo's hands were empty, and the skin on his palms was scratched. Blood seeped out and dyed his palms red. His hands were still shaking. At some point, the golden dragon gun was inserted into the back of the seat behind Tang Junluo, and the gun body shook.
But their eyes were still sharp and domineering.
There was deathly silence all around, not even the sound of breathing could be heard, only the shaking of the sword and gun could be clearly heard.
It took more than ten breaths before other sounds came out.
"Chen Zong, you win this battle." Tang Junluo said cheerfully, putting his hands behind his back.
"I should have won." Chen Zong admitted without hesitation, sheathed his sword, grabbed the white cloth on one side, and wiped the blood on the hilt.
In the end, it seems that they are evenly matched, but if one person has a sword in hand and the other person has a gun, there will naturally be a conclusion.
After taking a closer look at the sword in his hand, Chen Zong couldn't put it down even more. There was no damage after such a collision. It was indeed a precious iron-level sword.
"Wonderful!" Tang Junhao clapped his hands, making no secret of his appreciation. Even with his sixth-level cultivation in the Qi and Blood Realm, he felt that this battle was absolutely wonderful and impeccable, making people excited.
The applause was loud and loud. At this moment, no matter who it was, they put aside their grudges.
Because they are all warriors.
The applause stopped.
"Chen Zong, what's the name of the sword technique you use?" Tang Junluo asked, and everyone pricked up their ears, very curious.
"Eight Styles of True Sword." Chen Zong said calmly.
"Eight Forms of True Sword?" Everyone looked at each other. They had never heard of this name, not even Li Zhenshi, the young master of a swordsman family, had never heard of it.
But it does not hinder that from now on, this name of swordsmanship will be forever imprinted in their hearts and will be unforgettable until death.
"The Eight Forms of the True Sword...your sword can be called the True Sword Unparalleled." Tang Junluo said.
"It's far from enough." Chen Zong said, not modestly, but telling the truth.
The Shenglonghui competition was basically over. Chen Zong and Tang Junluo applied medicine to the wounds to stop the bleeding.
Everyone did not leave in a hurry, but continued to stay, talking to each other about their opinions and exchanging martial arts experiences.
"Thank you for the banquet and take my leave."
"Farewell."
"Farewell."
There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. The Shenglong Festival lasted for a long time and it was time to end. Everyone stood up and said goodbye to Tang Junhao and Tang Junluo.
"Chen Zong, I am very happy about today's battle, but tomorrow, I will fight you again, and I will definitely defeat you." Tang Junluo looked directly at Chen Zong and said every word, not at all discouraged by the temporary defeat.
High morale.
"I will not stand still." Chen Zong smiled and raised the sword in his hand: "Also, thank you for your precious iron sword, I like it very much."
"Tang Junluo, I am very dissatisfied with today's battle. Tomorrow, I will definitely ask you to use your full strength." Zhao Wangcheng's face was stern.
"You can't catch up with me." Tang Junluo declared domineeringly.
"Come on, let's go, do you want to find a place to drink." Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong on the shoulder and asked.
"Next time." Chen Zong responded with a smile. He still had things to do. Drinking and other things were not that important.
"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor. If I have the chance, I will come to you for discussion." Li Zhenshi left a message when he walked by.
"Brother Li, wait a minute." Chen Zong hurriedly chased after him. He also wanted to ask what the realm above the subtle realm was.