Chapter 58: Longitudinal and Horizontal Senluo Sword Strike (1)
"Chen Zong, remember, don't do it again, otherwise you will not be welcome in Baizhan City."
After saying that, the eight-star pseudo-extraordinary person left alone.
From this point, it can be seen that Baizhan City has very strict requirements for rules, and it can also be seen that Baizhan City is very fair and does not favor Xiahou just because he is a core disciple of Shengwu Palace.
Both of them were wrong to fight and destroy the inn, but the main responsibility lies with the one who struck first.
After all, the world of warriors is like this. If someone strikes first, you can't ask the other person to be killed obediently. Counterattack is inevitable.
An inn was of great value, but it was nothing to Chen Zong. After paying the compensation according to the price, Chen Zong found another inn to stay at.
Continuing to practice the change of mind, and having a brief battle with Xia Houzhen, Chen Zong became more familiar with the control of his new power, but there was still a gap between fully mastering it.
It's a pity that it would be better if the pseudo-transcendent realm came later, and Xiahou Zhen's strength could be used to hone himself, and he could fully master the newly integrated power, and then he could better practice the second transformation of his mind.
It's a pity.
However, Chen Zong did not immerse himself in it. There will always be hardships. According to the character of Xiahou Zhen and others, they will definitely come to take revenge. When the time comes, it will be a kind of hardships.
While Chen Zong was practicing, the whole city was discussing the incident just now. Xia Houzhen was expelled. This was no small matter.
It can be said that to a certain extent, it has lost the face of Shengwu Palace, but such a thing will not involve high-level officials.
Not to mention how angry Xia Houzhen was after being expelled from Baizhan City, time flew by, and the next day passed, and he reached the Baizhan Arena at the Zhenwu Realm level again.
When Chen Zong entered Baiba battlefield, he was surprised to find that the spectator seats were almost full of people.
"It's Chen Zong."
"Zonghengjian Chen Zong is here."
"I didn't come to see it the day before yesterday. I missed it."
Eyes fell on Chen Zong one after another, and he exclaimed in surprise.
The reason why so many people come here is because they are here for Chen Zong.
The several pseudo-supernormal old men upstairs at Baizhan were all smiling.
"Such a grand event will only occur after at least 70 or 80 consecutive victories."
"Although Chen Zong has brought us a little trouble, it is nothing compared to the benefits."
The Hundred Battlefield can accommodate forty to fifty thousand people, which is usually around ten thousand people. In other words, today's Lingbei income is several times that of usual.
And it is certain that as long as Chen Zong continues to participate in the Hundred Battle Arena, more people will watch the battle than usual, and the benefits will naturally be greater.
Lingbei are currency, which can be used to purchase inferior spiritual sources, and inferior spiritual sources can be exchanged for lower-grade spiritual sources. These are of great use to the transcendent realm, and naturally the more the better.
Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Zong stepped onto the waiting table and sat down.
Everyone who was going to join the battle came to the waiting table. When they saw Chen Zong, their hearts trembled involuntarily, especially those who saw Chen Zong take action that day.
Many people did the math and found out that they might face Chen Zong, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
At this time, Mo Sen came.
As soon as he stepped onto the waiting table, Mo Sen's eyes fell on Chen Zong. His eyes were extremely bright, as if there was a blade hidden in them, trying to cut everything, as if to tear Chen Zong's body apart.
Mo Sen returned not long after he left Baizhan City. As soon as he came back, he heard all kinds of discussions and realized that he had missed a wonderful scene. Only then did he realize that Chen Zong's combat power turned out to be so powerful.
Such strength made Mo Sen excited.
Sensing Mo Sen's sharp gaze, Chen Zong looked back and smiled slightly.
This Mo Sen's combat power is also very strong, but he doesn't know what level it is, but judging from his appearance, he should have already known about the battle between himself and Lin Ziqi and even Xia Houzhen. This is still the case, which shows his true combat power.
It has also reached the five-star level.
Perhaps, this will be a good opponent who can better hone his new strength and allow himself to better cultivate his mind change.
Soon, Chen Zong came on stage and defeated his opponents one after another.
"Are you still going to send someone to stop him?" said a person in the pseudo-transcendent realm from the top of Baizhan Building.
"That's not necessary."
"Yes, with his combat power, if you want to stop his winning streak, you must have at least a five-star late stage combat power."
"We also have five-star late-stage combat power in Baizhan City, but..."
"Forget it for now, let him continue his winning streak."
As a result, Chen Zong won forty consecutive victories.
Then came Mo Sen. Mo Sen also successfully won forty consecutive victories without being attacked by Bai Zhan battlefield, because the people from Bai Zhan battlefield could see that Mo Sen's strength was not weak.
"The two of them didn't get along."
"What a pity. I really want to see the two of them duel."
"You and I will eventually have a battle." Mo Sen left a message as he walked past Chen Zong.
Chen Zong smiled slightly.
Time flies, day after day passes. In addition to going to the Hundred Battlefields to participate in the Hundred Battle Arena, Chen Zong occasionally goes to Qianbao Tower to see if he can find other third-order pseudo-spiritual weapons. But unfortunately,
No.
In addition, Chen Zong is practicing mind changes, swordsmanship, etc., and he will also understand the small true meaning.
But the comprehension of the small true meaning is very slow. It is too difficult to comprehend the new small true meaning without chance and coincidence. It is just that I am more familiar with the three small true meanings I currently have.
Fifty consecutive wins!
Sixty consecutive wins!
Whenever the Hundred Battle Arena at the True Martial Realm level begins, the spectator seats in the Hundred Battle Arena are almost full of people, and they are basically coming for Chen Zong and Mo Sen.
The benefits brought to Hundred Battlefields in just a few days are also amazing.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Zong achieved 70 consecutive victories in the Hundred Battle Arena, and Mo Sen also achieved 70 consecutive victories.
Mo Sen, who has won seventy consecutive victories, has shown more strength, which has reached the peak of four-star combat power, but that is not all of Mo Sen's combat power.
Another new day has arrived. When Chen Zong stepped into the Hundred Battlefields, bursts of cheers rang out. They all came towards Chen Zong and Mo Sen.
"We have won seventy consecutive games. Will Chen Zong win eighty consecutive games today?"
"Can."
After fifty consecutive victories, Hundreds of Battlefields had actually deliberately arranged for stronger warriors to snipe them, but they just didn't have enough fighting power, so they were defeated one by one.
Chen Zong had just stepped into Baiba battlefield with his front foot, and not long after, Mo Sen also stepped in with his back foot, and the two of them entered the waiting area one after the other.
"We both came together."
"Haha, maybe there will be a battle between the two today."
Soon, Chen Zong came on stage.
The first opponent has good combat power, two stars, but compared to Chen Zong, he is too weak and can be defeated with one sword.
The second opponent's combat power was also two-star, but he was defeated by Chen Zong with a sword.
The third opponent!
The fourth opponent!
All failed.
On the waiting table, Mo Sen grabbed the long black sword, and his figure was like a cold sword. The light pierced the air and landed on the Baizhan Arena, a hundred meters away from Chen Zong.
"It's Mosen's turn."
"Are the two finally dueling?"
Suddenly, everyone became excited and excited.
From the beginning, many people have been discussing the strength between Zongheng Sword Chen Zong and Senluo Dao Mo Sen. Before, most people thought Mo Sen was stronger, but after Chen Zong showed his amazing combat power,
One-sided, almost everyone thinks Chen Zong is stronger.
Then Mo Sen slowly revealed his powerful strength, like a bottomless pit, and the strength between the two fell into various speculations.
So far, the two have finally faced off. From then on, the outcome is clear and the strength is divided.
"You are a good opponent." Mo Sen spoke proactively, his voice as cold as a knife.
"I hope you are also a good opponent." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
Until now, it is not clear how strong Mo Sen's combat power is, but it is definitely five-star, and based on the opponent's confident posture, he must have reached the late five-star level, and may be stronger.
But I guess it won't exceed the five-star limit.
To this day, Chen Zong has experienced battle after battle, and has successfully mastered the fusion of 40% physical power and 40% vertical and horizontal real power, and has begun to integrate 50% power.
And in every battle, although Chen Zong basically defeated his opponent with one sword, it was not without gains. He used the smallest amount of force as much as possible to achieve the greatest effect.
The black long knife pointed directly at Chen Zong, the blade trembled slightly, and let out a roar, which spread out like a whisper in a dark forest. When people heard it, they felt a chill coming from the bottom of their hearts for no reason.
The dark sword aura gradually spread from the black long sword, like smoke from the gunfire, and the coldness it exuded became even stronger.
There was no wind, but Mo Sen's long black hair started to dance, and the black robe on his body also rustled. The cold and sharp breath fluctuated, and then exploded from Mo Sen's body, raging like a storm, shaking the arena under his feet.
There are tiny scratches cut into the stone slab.
This gesture was something no one had ever seen before, which showed how much Mo Sen valued Chen Zong.
The aura is rising steadily, getting stronger and stronger. The aura that permeates the body is becoming more and more fierce and powerful. It is like an invisible sword energy, cutting all around. The scratches on the stone slab are getting clearer and clearer, and the surrounding air is also being cut.
open.
Waves of roars came from Mo Sen's body, like thunder, like the roar of animals, or like the surging sea tide, roaring endlessly.
"Are you breaking the seal?"
Upstairs in Baizhan, several pseudo-transcendent realms showed their bright eyes and said secretly.
As far as they know, in addition to inheriting the Yousen Mingluo Sword, the descendants of that family will also inherit a self-sealing technique to seal part of their own strength, so as to have the effect of sharpening themselves. Only
When encountering a strong enemy, the seal will be released, so that the strength is at the same level as the strong enemy, and the strong enemy can be defeated with sword skills.
Mo Sen seems to be doing just this kind of thing now.
Chen Zong did not move, and stared at Mo Sen with slightly narrowed eyes. He felt that the aura on Mo Sen's body continued to rise, becoming more and more powerful, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Compared with Lin Ziqi, Mo Sen's aura is stronger and continues to improve. It has reached the five-star level, but it still does not stop, but continues to improve, reaching the level where Lin Ziqi can perform the Thunder King Transformation, and then reaches the level where Lin Ziqi can perform the Thunder King Transformation.
Execute the level of Thunder King’s second transformation.
Five-star mid-term!
Five-star late stage!
When Mo Sen's aura reached the late five-star stage, it stabilized, and the fluttering long hair and robes also fell silent. Only the sword trembled slightly, and the shouting became more intense.