The terrifying peerless sharpness seemed to emerge from the Nine Nether Abyss, covering the whole body, causing waves of numbness, and the body after being severely injured felt irresistible.
The middle-aged man in the pseudo-supernatural realm stared intently at the long sword in Chen Zong's left hand.
The long sword that looked very ordinary didn't seem to be a fake spiritual weapon. It seemed to be a very weird feeling, but it was that long sword that brought the ultimate terrifying threat to me.
If you are not injured, you can still withstand that terrifying sharp shock, but under severe damage, your resistance will be greatly reduced.
The middle-aged man can be sure that there is a mystery in that sword and it must contain terrifying power, which is enough to kill him.
This sword is exactly the Red Thunder Sword.
The Red Thunder Sword can be said to be Chen Zong's last resort now.
However, Chen Zong had no intention of using up the power contained in the Red Thunder Sword. After all, it was a power belonging to the level of the extraordinary. It would be a waste to use it to deal with a seriously injured pseudo-extraordinary.
However, even if the sword energy contained in it is not used, part of the aura can still be stimulated to frighten the opponent and prevent the opponent from escaping. Chen Zong does not want to face a pseudo-extraordinary realm that is well prepared in its heyday, at least for now.
The two swords came forward, and they launched a violent attack without fear of death. The more they fought, the stronger they became. On the other hand, the middle-aged man became weaker and weaker due to his injuries, and the balance between the two sides began to tilt.
The middle-aged man's face became increasingly pale, and he kept using dexterous body and footwork to dodge, but all his dodges were in vain in front of Chen Zong. The swords kept coming, so he had to resist every time.
The collision, the terrifying force impacted both sides, then stirred away, turning into countless ripples.
Chen Zong felt uncomfortable under this impact, but he managed to withstand it with his strong body. He also relied on his super self-healing ability and the vigorous and pure vitality of the thousand-year-old tree heart to recover from his injuries quickly.
Although the middle-aged man was in the pseudo-extraordinary realm, he did not have the capital of Chen Zong. The repeated force impacts made his injuries worse and his strength dropped again.
Suddenly, Chen Zong stimulated the power of the Red Thunder Sword to the extreme. A nearly transparent sword light that seemed to have a hint of gold directly tore the space under the sword, and there seemed to be a trace of black, emanating from it.
A palpitating smell.
The middle-aged man's whole body suddenly froze.
In his heyday, he could still resist the shock of this terrifying aura, but now he is seriously injured and his energy and spirit are severely damaged.
At the moment when his body froze, his spirit and will also received a strong impact and he fell into a trance for a moment.
One breath is enough.
The Red Thunder Sword disappeared. The sword finger of the left hand passed across the sword body of the Star Mark Sword in the right hand. All the unparalleled strength of the body surged, and high-intensity compression penetrated into the sword body, reaching the tip of the sword, bursting out a little.
Sharp and cold starlight.
Secret Sword...Point Star!
The sword disappeared, leaving only a streak of dark blue starlight across the sky, leaving a star mark in the sky that was as bright as a brand.
Too fast!
Too abrupt!
When the middle-aged man wanted to dodge, he found that his blood and muscles were numb, and his seriously injured body was unable to dodge as he wished.
There was a sharp pain in the heart unconsciously, which spread quickly. The entire heart was penetrated and then torn apart by the terrifying force.
After succeeding with the sword, Chen Zong immediately filled his body with tyrannical pure Yang Qi and blood. His legs exploded with astonishing strength, trampling the rocks until they cracked. He retreated like an arrow from a string, avoiding the opponent's deadly counterattack.
"You..." There was not even a last chance to counterattack. The middle-aged man covered his heart with one hand, and dazzling red blood continued to seep out from the gaps between his fingers. He tried to grab Chen Zong with the other hand, but missed it.
Unwilling to do so, he fell forward.
Chen Zong quickly took out the elixir and took it, quickly regaining his true power.
After a moment, part of his true power was restored. Chen Zong slashed out a sword energy and struck the opponent's fallen body. He cut off the opponent's right arm with one sword, but the opponent did not react at all and was completely dead. Chen Zong
I just breathed a sigh of relief.
After the battle just now, I was under great pressure. Now that I relax, I feel exhausted. It comes from the exhaustion deep in the body, the exhaustion of spirit and spirit. This kind of exhaustion cannot be recovered by relying on pills. It must be
Get enough rest to adjust.
But at the same time, Chen Zong also felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
A powerful pseudo-supernatural person who originally had the ability to kill himself instantly ended up dying under his own sword.
The other party wanted to attack me, but why did he die in the end?
The reason is very simple. The other party did not know that Chen Zong had discovered him and made a plan, but was suddenly hit hard by the Little Thunderbolt Sword Air Bomb, resulting in a serious decline in strength.
Under pressure again, Chen Zong stimulated his own potential, and broke through to the second level of the third level of the Zhaoxuan realm of body and sword integration. Finally, he used the power of the Red Thunder Sword to frighten the opponent and completed the decisive blow in one fell swoop.
Every step of the way is extremely dangerous, and if you make one careless step, the outcome may be different.
It felt like an ordinary person walking on a hair-like rope, and below, there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
After cleaning up quickly, Chen Zong got a short blade of a third-level pseudo-spiritual weapon and a mustard seed bag from the middle-aged man. When he opened the mustard seed bag, he saw that there were quite a few things inside.
There were more than a thousand pieces of spiritual shells. In addition, Chen Zong also saw the spiritual source. Compared with the low-grade spiritual source he owned, the spiritual source in this mustard bag looked much different. It was the inferior spiritual source.
Each defective spiritual source is worth a thousand spirit shells. There are fifty-three defective spiritual sources here, which is equivalent to fifty-three thousand spirit shells.
There are some healing elixirs, and there are also several books on martial arts recorded in animal skins, two of which are top-grade heaven-level books, and one is top-grade heaven-level books.
The last thing is a token.
The token is in the shape of a trident, completely black, with cold tentacles, as if made of cold iron. On the front of the token is the strange word Tianluo, and on the back is the word Tiansan.
To Chen Zong, the most valuable thing is naturally the fifty-three inferior spiritual sources.
After putting all the loot into the Xu Mi Ring, Chen Zong left the place and walked forward for a while, then came to sit cross-legged on the edge of the river to rest, staring at the surging water of the river, and his thoughts gradually became empty.
Don't think about anything, and you will think of everything. Do whatever you want, without deliberately restricting or controlling, just let everything take its course.
The water of the endless river stirred up white waves and flowed endlessly for eternity, making Chen Zong's mind calm down.
Chen Zong feels that he has a close affinity with water.
Observing the water of Shenyu River, I encountered a huge waterfall in Tianyun Secret Area. Now observing the water of this river, I feel peaceful and enlightened.
Paradoxical feelings arise spontaneously, swirling deep in my heart, ready to come out, but it seems like something is missing.
Time passed slowly, and the fatigue in spirit and spirit seemed to be taken away little by little by the running water. When Chen Zong suddenly woke up, his whole spirit and spirit were in a full state.
A more harmonious feeling permeates the body and mind, making the whole body comfortable.
Standing up, with a smile on his face, Chen Zong took out the three-pronged black token again and turned it over carefully.
"Could it be that this is the token of Tianluo Tower, and this person is the killer of Tianluo Tower?" Before Chen Zonghui wanted to go out for training, the elder Yuan Lingzi mentioned many forces to him, and one of them was mentioned
Special organization - Tianluo Tower.
It is rumored that Tianluo Tower is located in Wanluo Mansion, but no one seems to know where it is specifically because Tianluo Tower is, after all, a killer organization that only recognizes money but not people. It is unknown how many people have been assassinated. If
If someone knows where the headquarters is, it is likely that powerful people will uproot it.
The first element of a killer organization is secrecy.
The name Tianluo Tower has the meaning of a dragnet. As the name suggests, being targeted by Tianluo Tower is like being caught in a dragnet with no way to escape.
According to Yuan Lingzi, the elder, there are three levels of killers in Tianluo Tower: human level, earth level and heaven level.
The human level corresponds to the training realm, the earth level corresponds to the true martial arts realm, and the heaven level corresponds to the pseudo-supernormal realm.
The middle-aged man Chen Zong killed was a heaven-level killer in the pseudo-extraordinary realm of Tianluo Tower. He should be ranked third, so he was called Tiansan.
All kinds of information flashed through his mind, and Chen Zong also knew the origin and identity of the other party, but the biggest doubt was why this heaven-level killer from Tianluo Tower came to attack and kill him.
Tianluolou recognizes money but not people, and he has no grudges against them. The only explanation is that someone paid to hire Tianluolou's killers.
Who is it?
Ancient Zhiyang?
Probably not, the time was too short, not to mention that Gu Zhiyang might have thought that he had been killed by Xiao Zhenyang's explosive bomb.
After thinking about it for a while, Chen Zong couldn't figure out who hired the Tianluo Tower killer, but his face was solemn.
Now that Tianluo Tower's Tian San killer died under his own sword, Tianluo Tower will definitely trace it, and it is estimated that he will also be traced to himself. By then, a more powerful killer may be sent to deal with him.
A sense of crisis and urgency arises spontaneously.
"I'm still too weak." Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly thought.
Today, in order to deal with the Tiansan killer in Tianluo Tower, I have used up all my trump cards. This method cannot be used again. It is simply impossible to rely on my own late four-star combat power to fight against the pseudo-supernormal realm.
thing.
After thinking hard, Chen Zong couldn't think of any solution for a while.
The most fundamental solution is naturally to improve one's own cultivation and combat power. If your current cultivation reaches the limit of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, and you have fully mastered the Zongheng Great Power and the 40th style of the Zongheng Sword Technique, even if you are not yet
Opponents who are in the pseudo-supernormal realm can still fight against them at worst.
Time, after all, is still time, and I seriously need time.
It can be said that I have basically mastered the Zongheng Sword Technique thoroughly, and the rest is a matter of improving my cultivation and mastering it.
Cultivation is the only limitation now.
Unable to think of any effective way, Chen Zong gave up for the time being. He spread out his body skills and unleashed all his speed, flying over the waves of the river like a bird. In the blink of an eye, he passed across the river thousands of meters wide, officially