(Something delayed me, so I’ll make it up as soon as possible. I’m sorry.)
The sword is like a star mark, and it cuts through the air with one strike.
The storm is so cold that it destroys the sky and the earth.
When the long sword struck the Netherworld Storm, the tip of the sword shattered and turned into powder. However, the power of the Star Pointing Secret Sword was not damaged at all, and it still broke through the storm with astonishing sharpness and stabbed away.
The weapons of Baijun are specially made. Although they are not pseudo-spiritual weapons, they are stronger than the first-order pseudo-spiritual weapons and comparable to the second-order pseudo-spiritual weapons. Even so, Chen Zong's sword with all his strength is too powerful.
, coupled with the terrifying power of the Netherworld Storm, the pressure on the sword was greater under the collision, and it naturally collapsed.
In the Netherworld Storm, Mo Sen's long knife also shattered inch by inch.
In the blink of an eye, under the gaze of everyone, Chen Zong's body was swallowed up by a terrifying Netherworld storm that seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld with destruction, but Chen Zong's sword also penetrated into the Netherworld Storm and penetrated it.
Waves of roaring sounds continued to explode from the Netherworld Storm, and each sound made the hearts of everyone around them beat wildly.
It seemed like a long time passed, but in reality it was only a few breaths away. The Netherworld Storm seemed unable to withstand the impact of the powerful force. It disintegrated from the inside, shattered inch by inch, and turned into waves of sinister wind blowing in all directions. At the same time, everyone could only watch.
I saw a figure flying back like a meteorite.
"It's Mosen!"
"Mo Sen was actually repelled."
All of them looked horrified.
The netherworld storm had completely dissipated, and Chen Zong stood empty-handed on the ruins-like Baizhan Arena. His sword robe was in tatters, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and there was a dull pain in his body.
The power of the Netherworld Storm is really too powerful.
In the distance, Mo Sen covered his chest with one hand. There was a burnt black palm mark on it. Waves of terrifying fiery power were surging through his body, causing wanton destruction. Even if he moved even slightly, he would feel a tearing pain.
The previous fierce battle consumed most of his strength, and the final Netherworld Storm drained all the remaining strength. Now Mo Sen does not have much strength left in his body.
The same is true for Chen Zong. He poured out all his tyrannical and horizontal strength and used it entirely to use the secret sword Point Star. He was able to repel and injure Mo Sen. It was also due to his powerful body refining skills that he used the Hunyuan Iron Smelting Hand.
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"Do you want to fight again?" Chen Zong asked back. Although all his true power was exhausted, most of his physical strength still remained, and he still had the ability to fight.
"You win." Mo Sen said, his face still stern.
There is no reason to find. Now that I have exhausted all my strength, I have no strength to fight anymore. On the other hand, Chen Zong seems to still have some strength left. He has no choice but to admit defeat.
After admitting defeat, Mo Sen turned around and stepped out of the ruins of the Hundred Battle Arena step by step and left.
"Won."
"Chen Zong actually won."
"It's too scary. This kind of strength is too scary."
"This kind of combat power can definitely be ranked on the Small Climbing Heaven Ranking." A pseudo-supernormal person from Baizhan Tower sighed.
"We haven't won eighty consecutive games yet. Should we send someone to attack?"
"Although Chen Zong won, he seems to be at the end of his game. Sending one person may be able to defeat him, but if so, I'm afraid the follow-up won't be so exciting, and the profits from the Hundred Battlefields will decrease again."
"With three more games left, Chen Zong is expected to win 80 consecutive games. Let's arrange for someone to attack him. If he loses, he can only blame himself."
The next opponent is scheduled to take the stage immediately, which will not give Chen Zong time to recover his strength. Moreover, the rules of the Baizhan Arena prohibit taking pills to recover his strength.
"You are very powerful, but how much strength do you have left now?" The challenger on the stage thought that he had seized the opportunity. As long as he defeated Chen Zong, no matter whether he won or lost, he would leave an indelible mark.
His record is that he once defeated the terrifying Zonghengjian Chen Zong.
"You are more than defeated." Chen Zong smiled slightly and touched the ground with his toes. Amidst the roar, the stone slab under his feet shattered instantly. It was so fast that before the opponent had time to react, Chen Zong punched the opponent.
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There was an incomparable bang, and the whole person flew out, vomiting blood.
"Won again."
"It seems that Chen Zong still has a lot of strength left."
Soon, another challenger came on the stage and took action without saying a word, attacking Chen Zong from a distance.
Chen Zong smashed all attacks to pieces with a wave of his hand, punched out from the air, the punch was as powerful as a dragon, roared and destroyed everything, hit the opponent directly, and flew away with one punch.
"Won again."
"Only one game away from the 80th consecutive victory."
"I will fight you in this one." A strong voice sounded, and a tall and mighty middle-aged man fell like a huge boulder on the ruins of the Baizhan Arena. There were countless dust and smoke billowing into the sky around him.
rise.
This man was wearing a gray short coat, and his exposed arms had bulging muscles, as if they were made of steel. Black chains as thick as little fingers were wrapped around his forearms, wrists, and palms, adding to his fierceness.
There is a scar on his ordinary face, and his eyes are fierce and sharp, like a beast lurking, which can frighten ordinary warriors with just one look.
He is a warrior trained in hundreds of battlefields, one of the candidates specially used to snipe challengers for consecutive victories.
From the appearance alone, Chen Zong could tell that the opponent was very strong. He must have practiced body-building techniques and had achieved certain attainments. However, he didn't know how strong he was without taking action.
"Take my punch!" With a loud shout, the middle-aged man's eyes glared with a fierce glare, and he raised his fist like a bow and an arrow, and punched it forward fiercely.
Boom!
The fist was as powerful as a tiger running wildly, bringing up dust and smoke all over the sky like an earth dragon roaring, and countless gravel flying and stirring.
This punch is so fierce that it seems like it can break a mountain.
"Almost four-star initial combat power." Chen Zong said secretly, and immediately punched out, directly crushing the opponent's punch.
The strength of the body refining in the heyday can completely resist the five-star early stage. If the Hunyuan Iron Smelting Hand is used, it will be even more powerful.
Although the battle with Mo Sen also consumed a lot of physical strength, after the buffering of the two battles just now, it has recovered a little, almost 60% of its heyday.
The 60% physical training strength is not comparable to that of ordinary four-stars.
Seeing that Chen Zong still had the strength to defeat his own attack with one punch, the middle-aged man was secretly surprised and took action again.
The two fists were continuously bombarded, and the waves of punches were as powerful as tigers and fierce dragons. The continuous bombardment caused the ground to shake, the ground shook, and the mountains shook, and the momentum was astonishing.
After firing dozens of punches in succession, the middle-aged man did not pause, but shouted loudly. His upper body swelled up as if inflated, and muscles bulged, with a faint layer of blood spreading, exuding pure blood.
fluctuation.
Gurgling, gurgling, a sound like gurgling water sounded, but it was the momentum brought about by the flow of Qi and blood. All the powerful Qi and blood went towards his right arm. A strange scene appeared. The middle-aged man's right arm continued to expand,
Other parts of the body seem to have shrunk.
The black chains wrapped around his right arm also flew up one by one, dancing like a snake, and turned red instantly.
"Blood Hell Breaking Dragon Fist!"
Amidst the loud shouts, the middle-aged man used all his strength to unleash this heaven-level body-refining martial arts.
The terrifying energy and blood soared into the sky like smoke, and the right arm that swelled like a pillar seemed to shatter the air in front of it. The right arm quickly disappeared, as if shrinking, and a blood-red dragon head seemed to rush out from the blood prison, roaring.
With astonishing destruction, it hit Chen Zong hard.
"So strong!" Chen Zong couldn't help but be shocked: "The power of this punch has completely reached the peak of four stars."
If it was in its heyday, Chen Zong could ignore it, but now his strength is only 60%, which is a bit shaky.
No matter what, Chen Zong will win.
Taking a deep breath, the pure yang energy and blood surged towards the right arm, condensing into the right palm. The entire palm swelled like a millstone, and the whole body was red, emitting a terrible high temperature, distorting the surrounding air, as if
There was invisible smoke rising.
It felt like a blazing sun was compressed in Chen Zong's right palm, which was unparalleledly hot.
Hunyuan Iron Smelting Hand!
A palm shot forward, hitting the Blood Hell Dragon Head directly. At the moment of collision, the terrifying high temperature and violent power directly shattered the Blood Hell Dragon Head, turning into an astonishing blood-colored energy and impacting away, raging in all directions.
Immediately, a bloody palm print flew out of his hand and hit the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was horrified and quickly raised his arms to resist.
With a bang, I felt as if my arms were broken, and the terrible high temperature continued to invade my arms, burning my blood.
Back, back, back!
Unable to resist.
"Congratulations to Zonghengjian Chen Zong for his 80th consecutive victory."
A voice also sounded from the Baizhan Tower.
In the spectator seats, everyone paused for a moment and then cheered.
Eighty consecutive wins!
Chen Zong's eighty-game winning streak was so exciting that people thought it would be difficult to win again and again.
At first, there was a fierce battle with Mo Sen. I thought he could not win. Unexpectedly, he won in the end, but it seemed that Chen Zong had exhausted all his strength.
According to the custom of Hundred Battlefields, people will definitely be sent to snipe. As expected, in the last battle, people from Hundred Battlefields came to snipe, and their combat power was not weak.
Especially the Blood Prison Breaking Dragon Fist was even more shocking.
Even so, Chen Zong still won.
It feels like being thrown into the clouds, falling instantly, and then being thrown up again. The feeling of rising and falling in an instant is really exciting.
Upstairs in Baizhan, several people in the pseudo-extraordinary realm looked at each other.
They indeed arranged manpower to snipe Chen Zong, that is, the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's combat power is not weak, especially the final Blood Prison Breaking Dragon Fist, which has a peak four-star combat power.
It would be completely unsatisfactory to face Chen Zong in his heyday, but you must know that Chen Zong had just fought Mo Sen with all his strength, and his strength was almost exhausted.
"I didn't expect this boy's body training skills to be so good."
"He also masters a body-refining martial art that is more powerful than the Blood Prison Breaking Dragon Fist."
"Unexpected, completely unexpected."
Several pseudo-supernatural realms smiled bitterly.
Now that Chen Zong has won eighty consecutive victories, today's battle has come to an end. In the future, Chen Zong will continue to challenge, but it will be difficult to find such an opportunity again.
And with Chen Zong's fighting power, it doesn't seem to be difficult to win ninety consecutive victories.
Maybe, even the most difficult one hundred consecutive wins is expected to be achieved.
The thoughts of the pseudo-transcendents in Baizhan Tower are complicated. On the one hand, they hope to see a hundred consecutive victories, but on the other hand, they do not want Chen Zong to obtain a hundred consecutive victories.