Sitting cross-legged, one hand is inside and the other is outside, alternating inside and outside, integrating strength.
A second change of mind.
Thirty percent of the physical power and 30% of the vertical and horizontal real power were perfectly integrated to form a new and more powerful force. However, due to the lack of a strong enough opponent, Chen Zong has not yet completely integrated and condensed these 30% of power.
The practice of changing your mind requires time and energy, and you cannot rush for quick success.
In Qianbao Tower, Chen Zong purchased the Tianyang Sword and the Earthyin Sword, and then purchased a third-level pseudo-spiritual weapon inner armor, which cost a total of twenty low-grade spiritual sources.
After practicing all night until dawn, Chen Zong felt that his cultivation level was closer to the limit of the ninth level of the Zhenwu Realm. He estimated that he would be able to reach it within a few days, and then he would be ready to attack the tenth level of the Zhenwu Realm.
At dawn, Chen Zong had breakfast and then walked to the Hundred Battle Arena. Today was the Hundred Battle Arena at the pseudo-supernormal level, and there were many people watching the battle.
Obtaining a complete winning streak and the rewards of the pseudo-supernatural realm are very generous, which will naturally attract many pseudo-supernatural realm masters to participate.
But relatively speaking, there were still a few pseudo-supernatural realms. After Chen Zong paid the Ling Bei for admission, he sat in the spectator seats. Before the battle started, he looked at the waiting seats and saw only a few people.
Soon, two pseudo-extraordinary realm masters came on stage. Their strength was between the two. As soon as they attacked, there was a fierce battle. The battle lasted for more than half an hour before the winner was decided.
The winner consumed 70% to 80% of his strength, but the next opponent came up quickly. After a fierce battle, the champion was defeated.
"It's too difficult to have ten consecutive victories in the Hundred Battle Arena of the pseudo-supernormal realm." Chen Zong said secretly.
The pseudo-supernatural realm can be divided into seven-star, eight-star and nine-star. The nine-star combat power is the grandmaster level. It is basically impossible for such masters to participate in the Hundred Battle Arena.
Even those with eight-star combat power rarely come to participate, and most of them have seven-star combat power.
Although there are strong and weak among the seven-star combat powers, after repeated battles, the strength will be consumed and they will inevitably be defeated by other challengers. Therefore, it is very difficult to win ten consecutive victories.
To put it simply, winning ten consecutive victories in the Hundred Battles Arena of the Pseudo Extraordinary Realm is at least ten times more difficult than winning ten consecutive victories in the Hundred Battles Arena of the True Martial Realm.
However, the fights between pseudo-supernatural realms are more exciting, as their martial arts attainments are often higher and their power is more powerful.
At the end of the day, there were only eight people participating in the battle. There was no so-called ten consecutive victories. In fact, the most consecutive victories among the eight pseudo-supernatural realms were two.
"Tomorrow, we will arrive at the Hundred Battle Arena of the True Martial Realm again." Chen Zong said secretly, got up, left the Hundred Battle Arena and returned to his residence to continue practicing.
Chen Zong has already paid the registration fee before. After winning ten consecutive victories, he has finished receiving rewards. Therefore, he does not need to pay the registration fee anymore. He can directly get a number plate and go to the waiting area to wait.
Chen Zong arrived very early, and there were only a few people in the waiting seats. However, as time passed, more and more people entered the waiting seats.
Compared with the Hundred Battle Arena in the pseudo-supernatural realm, the number of people participating in the true martial realm is many times greater.
After a while, Mo Sen also arrived, and his eyes fell directly on Chen Zong's face. Chen Zong looked back, his eyes colliding in the air.
At the entrance of Hundred Battlefields, the crowd suddenly became commotion.
"Liu Anyi is here."
"He didn't come the day before yesterday, so I thought he wouldn't participate."
"Thirty consecutive wins, this time it will be even more exciting."
Liu Anyi was handsome and came with a smile on his face, attracting the attention of many young girls. He waved a folding fan gently in his hand, looking cool and calm.
When the time is up, the battle in the Hundred Battle Arena will begin.
This time Chen Zong's number is number five.
No. 1 and No. 2 competed in hundreds of battles in the arena. The difference in cultivation between the two was not small. The winner was determined quickly. No. 2 won.
Number 3 came on stage to face off against Number 2, but was defeated by Number 2. Number 4 came on stage, but was ultimately defeated by Number 2's men.
"No. 2 wins three games in a row, and No. 5 Zonghengjian Chen Zong takes the stage."
As the words of the people in Baizhan Tower rang out, Chen Zong grabbed a long sword on the weapon rack and floated down.
"Zonghengjian Chen Zong is well-known. It seems that you have won at least ten consecutive victories." No. 2 was slightly surprised, then sneered: "Just in time, let me defeat you and end your winning streak."
This number two has never seen Chen Zong fight before. He just arrived at Bai Zhan City yesterday and came to Bai Zhan Arena.
Hearing this, Chen Zong did not respond. The strength of this number two is indeed not weak and can easily defeat ordinary Zhenwu realm. Its combat power is two stars. Chen Zong estimates that it can at least reach the late stage of two stars.
But compared with the zombie-like warrior before, this kind of combat power is almost the same.
Chen Zong swung his sword, neither fast nor slow, but Number 2's expression changed drastically. He found that he couldn't dodge this sword, and could only use all his strength to kill with the same sword. The sword roared like thunder,
The power is astonishing.
However, such a powerful sword had no resistance under Chen Zong's sword, and it shattered instantly. The sword struck No. 2 directly in the chest, and Peiran Moyu's terrifying power directly knocked No. 2 away.
Another sword defeat.
Number 2, who fell off the ring, had a look of astonishment on his face. Just now he was eager to defeat Chen Zong and end his opponent's winning streak. But now, he was defeated by Chen Zong with just an understatement of his sword. The huge gap made him hide in shame.
Flee from face to face.
"Interesting." Liu Anyi chuckled softly at the waiting table.
Mo Sen, however, remained calm. After watching the battle the day before yesterday, he knew to some extent that Chen Zong's strength was extraordinary. He could defeat No. 2 with just one sword, but that was not all he could do.
Number six came on stage and was defeated with one sword.
No. 7 came on stage and was defeated with another sword.
With one sword, Chen Zongdu defeated his opponent with just one sword strike.
"Nine consecutive victories."
"One more victory and we will have ten consecutive victories today, which will add up to twenty consecutive victories."
"Awesome."
Ten consecutive victories are very common in the Hundred Battle Arena at the True Martial Realm level, while twenty consecutive victories are relatively rare, but not a lot.
In short, ten consecutive wins, twenty consecutive wins and thirty consecutive wins are relatively easy in the Hundred Battle Arena at the True Martial Realm level.
Another person was defeated by Chen Zong.
"Congratulations to Zonghengjian Chen Zong for winning twenty consecutive games."
Chen Zong jumped up, put his sword back into the weapon rack, and then left the waiting area and sat in the spectator area to watch the battle, because it would soon be Mo Sen's turn to take action.
Chen Zong is actually a little curious about Mo Sen. Although it seems that his combat power is at the three-star level, Chen Zong always feels that it is more than that and is a bit strange.
Mo Sen stood on the Baizhan Arena holding a black long knife, his aura was cold and undulating like water.
With one swing of the knife, Mo Sen's opponent was unable to resist and was sent flying out of the ring, sustaining serious injuries.
Winning one game after another, in the blink of an eye, Mo Sen achieved nine consecutive victories.
"It looks like Mo Sen is going to win thirty games in a row."
"It feels so easy."
"yes."
"That's not necessarily true. His next opponent will be difficult to deal with, and he might be defeated."
"It's Liu Anyi."
"Mo Sen's next opponent turns out to be Liu Anyi."
Everyone was surprised at first, and then cheered.
Mo Sen is now only one game away from winning thirty in a row, while Liu Anyi has already won thirty in a row and is here to win forty in a row.
Both of them are very powerful. If they meet, it will undoubtedly be a fierce battle.
Which one is strong and which one is weak?
Liu Anyi put away the folding fan and grabbed a thin sword from the weapon rack with ease. His figure flashed, very elegant, like a breeze blowing by, and landed lightly on the Baizhan Arena.
One hand is on his back, and the other is holding a sword and pointing it diagonally at the ground. There is a slight smile on his handsome face. He looks outstanding and makes people scream.
In terms of appearance and temperament alone, Liu Anyi is indeed outstanding.
However, the world of warriors has never been based on appearance. If you are not strong enough, no matter how good-looking you are, at most you will become someone else's pet.
Mo Sen's sharp eyes fell on Liu Anyi's face with a bit of chill. Liu Anyi was still smiling, as if she didn't feel any pressure.
"Sorry, your winning streak ends here." Liu Anyi said to Mo Sen with a smile.
"It's too early." Mo Sen's voice was cold and stern.
The corner of Liu Anyi's mouth curled up, and the smile on his face became more obvious. He immediately swung out his sword, and the sword shadows filled the sky like a rainstorm, and they blasted towards Mo Sen in a dense and unstoppable manner.
Mo Sen swung his sword, and the black and cold sword light spread across the sky like a black rainbow. Wherever it passed, all the sword shadows were shattered.
Liu Anyi took a step forward and approached Mo Sen in a blink of an eye. He waved his thin sword and countless sword lights struck Mo Sen from all directions. He couldn't see the beginning, and it seemed like he couldn't see the end. It was continuous.
"Liu Anyi's Piaoyu swordsmanship is even more exquisite than in the past few days."
"The power has improved a lot."
Several pseudo-supernormal realm members in Baizhan Tower nodded and said.
"However, it shouldn't be possible to defeat Mo Sen."
"After all, it's not easy to be from that family."
During the conversation, Mo Sen swung his sword and performed the Yousen Mingluo sword technique. The black sword light surrounded him, and then it bloomed like a lotus. It not only resisted the continuous sword light from all directions, but also killed them all.
After breaking into pieces, they gathered into a knife and slashed hard at Liu Anyi.
Liu Anyi's expression changed slightly, his steps criss-crossed quickly, and his body flew away like a breeze. As the thin sword was swung, countless sword lights shot towards the sword light like rain, and the sound of tiny pieces of gold and iron was heard continuously.
Absolute, tinkling, tinkling, just like countless raindrops dripping on the iron piece, the sound is pleasant to the ear.
Every drop of rainwater carries an astonishing power, and can easily kill ordinary ninth-level extreme warriors of the True Martial Realm. It is densely packed and countless, and continuously shoots at the black sword light, constantly weakening the power of the sword light.
But Mo Sen's black sword was swung out again, the human sword merged into one, breaking through countless raindrops, and directly killed Liu Anyi.
The power of the sword seemed to come from Jiuyou Hanming, and the cold meaning suddenly sent chills all over Liu Anyi's body. He felt that the movement of his real power had become sluggish, and even his energy and blood seemed to be solidifying.
Only then did Liu Anyi realize how powerful Mo Sen was. His strength was beyond what he could contend with.
"Three-star limit!" A glint flashed in Chen Zong's eyes. Sure enough, Mo Sen is very capable. The combat power he showed before was only in the late three-star stage.
Moreover, Chen Zong has a feeling that this three-star limit is not Mo Sen's true strength. His true strength will only become more powerful. Chen Zong can't help but feel a little hopeful.