In three consecutive victories, Chen Zong defeated his opponent with only one sword strike in each game.
"Same as Mo Sen."
"Mo Sen has won ten consecutive games, defeating his opponent with one move in every game, making it difficult for people to see his strength clearly."
Number 33 jumped up and landed on the Baizhan Arena.
"I only throw one move. If you can catch it, I lose." No. 33's eyes flashed and he shouted to Chen Zong.
"Please." Chen Zong didn't care what the other party had in mind.
"Take the move." He took a deep breath and shouted suddenly. Number 33's body inflated as if inflated, and then a violent force surged like a giant wave. As his palms pushed forward, he roared.
The sound roared, as if the ocean tide was rushing in, one heavy followed by another.
The whole arena seemed to be shaking.
"A very strong blow, already better than the ordinary one-star combat power, and can threaten the two-star combat power."
Facing this blow, Chen Zong's face remained calm, his body remained motionless, and he stood with his sword in hand. Until the moment when the violent force surged towards him, he drew out a sword.
An ordinary sword, but it contains the domineering power that dominates the world, and it also has a smoothness and lightness like flowing water.
"Strong and soft, good swordsmanship."
"This man's swordsmanship is quite impressive."
The eyes of several old men on the Baizhan Tower all lit up. They were all masters of the pseudo-supernormal realm. They had been hosting the Baizhan Arena here for many years, and their eyesight was extraordinary.
A sword that seems to be light and indifferent, but contains an astonishing edge, splitting the violent impact of the palm like a wave, as easily as tearing a white paper.
The sword power was irresistible and struck directly at the opponent. It became powerful in an instant and knocked No. 33 away. He flew out of the Hundred Battle Arena in the blink of an eye.
"Won again."
"It's still a sword."
Mo Sen's eyes were as bright as a knife. Gu Zhongyuan gently played with the ball chain around his neck with his left hand. The smile on his face became more and more obvious. They were all very interested in the number 30.
"Four consecutive wins on the 30th, coming to power on the 34th."
As the voice sounded, another person flew up from the waiting table.
Before the man fell, he waved his hands continuously, and a stream of cold light shot through the air, covering the sky like a rain of flowers. It carried astonishing power and could penetrate fine steel and hard iron.
A sudden attack is enough to make most people unable to react in time.
But in Chen Zong's eyes, the rain of flowers all over the sky appears to be regular, with all its tracks clearly visible and completely controlled by Chen Zong.
Still drawing a sword, it seems ordinary, but it contains indescribable mystery, as if the space in front is blocked, but Chen Zong's swordsmanship has reached the limit of body and sword integration, and its level of sophistication is unparalleled among everyone present.
Even the old pseudo-transcendent realms in Baizhan Tower are like this, so it is difficult to see the mystery, but they just feel that it is very powerful.
With one strike of the sword, it was ordinary, but it resisted all the cold rays. The long sword shook slightly, and when all the cold rays trembled, they flew backwards and flew towards the sword, which was still in mid-air and was falling.
No. 34.
"How could it be!" Number 34 was secretly pleased with his attack, and suddenly found that the flying knives he shot were not only blocked, but also reflected back. He was so horrified that he hurriedly waved his hands, and even more so, he was really shocked.
The power is pushed to the extreme, so that the true power of body protection reaches the strongest level.
Puff, puff, puff sounds were heard continuously, and streaks of cold light shot at No. 34. The body's protective power was broken through, and flying knives were inserted into No. 34's body through the body's true power.
Half of it was submerged.
No. 34 turned pale, and rushed down to the Baizhan Arena. He pulled out the throwing knife and sprinkled powder on it to stop the bleeding. This scene caused many people to laugh, and at the same time, people were surprised. They were surprised by Chen Zong's
The power of swordsmanship.
In fact, in the five consecutive victories so far, Chen Zong has not used his full strength at all, not even half of his strength. What Chen Zong has used is only 10% of his physical strength and 10% of his Zongheng Dazhen.
Combining force with each other to perform swordsmanship, and even the swordsmanship is a very common basic swordsmanship.
Even so, Chen Zong still has reservations. After all, if Chen Zong's combat power fully explodes, it will reach the five-star limit. Under the superb state, Chen Zong can even face the six-star initial combat power at his own expense.
A battle, and now with some reservations, the combat power is at a higher level among two-stars.
Of the five opponents in the fifth battle, only the opponent in the fourth battle was slightly stronger, close to a two-star combat power. As for the opponent in the fifth battle, he only had hidden weapon skills and surprise, that's all.
Number 35 came on the field and watched with his own eyes as Chen Zong easily defeated his opponent with one sword. It would be a lie to say there was no pressure. Number 35 was under a lot of pressure. He stared at Chen Zong with an extremely solemn expression and was full of real power.
to the extreme.
Unfortunately, the gap in strength is too obvious, and even if all the power is squeezed out, it still cannot be changed.
What's more, there is a huge gap in martial arts level.
All the opponent's attacks are clearly visible in Chen Zong's eyes, and he can break them with a single sword and then defeat them.
"Six straight wins on the 30th, coming on the 36th."
In an understatement, Chen Zong has won six consecutive victories, which is astonishing. Everyone is sure that Chen Zong will definitely win ten consecutive victories.
"Friend, you are very strong. I know that I am no match for you, but I still ask you to be merciful and allow me to use a few more tricks." No. 36 rolled his eyes and immediately said to Chen Zong.
It has to be said that this is an opportunistic person. He knows that he is no match for Chen Zong, so he asks for a few more moves, so that he will not be defeated by Chen Zong with a sword and look better.
Chen Zong ignored this.
The sword was swung out, unable to dodge or resist, so No. 36 was defeated and left in shame.
"No. 30 wins seven games in a row, No. 37 comes on."
No. 37 had a grimace on his face. Those warriors who were at the peak or even the extreme level of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm just now were not enemies of the opponent with one sword. So let alone someone like him who had just broken through to the early stage of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm. He was no match at all.
Just give in immediately.
"No. 30 wins eight games in a row, No. 38 comes on the field."
"I give up." No. 38 shouted very bachelorly. He was no match for him. He didn't even have the slightest effect of tempering, so he simply didn't go up to lose face.
"Nine consecutive wins on the 30th, coming on the 39th."
"I also admit defeat." No. 39 shouted loudly.
"I've given up again. It seems like ten consecutive victories are enough."
"I knew from the moment he drew his sword that Number 30 would definitely win ten consecutive victories."
Number 39 did not admit defeat. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be over forty years old. He had a somewhat skinny appearance, a thin and sunken face, sunken eye sockets, and his hands were tucked into the sleeves of his robe.
I saw No. 39 waving his sleeves, jumping straight up, and then landing straight on the Hundred Battles Arena.
His aura was cold and cold, with a touch of deathly stillness, and there seemed to be a slight smell of decay, as if he had been exposed to the smell of being around dead bodies all year round.
No. 39 said nothing, staring at Chen Zong with gloomy eyes. His eyes seemed to glow with a trace of green light, and then he flicked straight. His seemingly stiff body was as fast as an arrow from a string, and he crossed over in an instant.
Tens of meters away, approaching Chen Zong, the smell of decay and coldness hit him and became stronger.
The hands that were shrunk in the sleeves of the robe suddenly shot out, and the light green palms were as skinny as claws, making a sharp sound of breaking wind and grabbing hard at Chen Zong, as if they were trying to tear off the flesh and blood from Chen Zong's body.
"Zombie Kung Fu!"
"There are still people practicing this kind of technique."
The expressions of the old men on the Baizhan Tower changed slightly, and they exclaimed in low voices.
"To practice this technique, you need to be with dead corpses, constantly absorb corpse energy to condense yourself, and become like a zombie. Your body has amazing strength and can withstand sword attacks without being broken. It is also extremely powerful, but it will lose
The consciousness and body will also become stiff." An elder from Baizhan Tower whispered, clearly explaining the pros and cons of the Zombie Kung Fu: "The accompanying Zombie Claws and Zombie Jump are also very powerful martial arts if they are mastered.
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"That's good, but it's a pity that practicing this kind of martial arts means you are no longer a human being."
"Everyone has his own ambition."
The last four words summarize it.
Everyone has their own ambitions, and some people will do whatever it takes to succeed. Everything is perfectly normal.
The Zombie Kung Fu exists precisely because someone created it. Since it was created, there will be people who practice it, so its existence is reasonable.
The zombie claws were caught out of the air, very fast and sharp, with a sour and rotten smell that could make people dizzy. Chen Zong was not affected by it, but he really didn't like the smell.
Don't dodge, just kill with one sword.
A green light flashed in No. 39's eyes, the speed of his claws increased sharply, and a trace of green light appeared on his claws. He directly grabbed Chen Zong's long sword, clasped it behind the sword with one hand, and continued to rush forward quickly with the other hand.
A piece of flesh and blood must be torn off Chen Zong's chest.
"Caught."
"sharp."
"Should we be defeated here?"
"Nine consecutive victories, almost ten consecutive victories. It would be a pity if we were defeated."
Everyone originally thought that it was 100% certain that No. 30 would win ten consecutive victories, but no one thought that No. 39 would be so powerful. He grabbed the sword with one claw and rushed to attack with the other. He was so fast that
People are overwhelmed and find it difficult to react.
It has to be said that the combat power of No. 39 has exceeded the one-star level and reached the two-star level.
Although Chen Zong had a small accident, he did not panic. Even if he was hit by that claw, he would be fine. His strong physique is no joke.
Of course, Chen Zong didn't want to be hit.
Between the tension and tension of the five fingers of his right hand, power poured into the sword body accurately, and the sword body trembled accordingly, directly breaking open the five fingers of No. 39, and killed him like a broken bamboo.
From being caught to being killed, it only took an instant, but the speed was much faster than the opponent's claw.
The moment the claw was about to catch Chen Zong's chest, the sword had already struck the opponent's body first. The dull sound of defeating Ge was heard. The tyrannical power contained in this sword impacted, and No. 39's expression suddenly changed.
Although he couldn't feel the pain, the impact of the force was obvious and his whole body flew backwards.