The long snake's flying knife is fast and flexible. It quickly swims in the sky, surrounds Chen Zong, and launches a surprise attack like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, as fast as lightning.
The two swords are in hand, solid and indestructible, blocking all attacks. The trajectory of the sword is clear and simple, there are only a few comings and goings, and there is no sense of unpredictability.
The short man tried his best to launch flying knives. His purpose was not to defeat Chen Zong, because Chen Zong was very powerful. His main task was to consume Chen Zong's power as much as possible.
As everyone knows, Chen Zong is using the other party to perform his own unique skills.
The short middle-aged man tried his best to shoot all the last flying knives. Each flying knife shot through the air as fast as lightning.
Under the double swords, all the flying knives were split.
Immediately, the dazzling cross sword light passed through dozens of meters and was directly imprinted on the short middle-aged man's body, breaking through the body's protective power. The sword was violent and domineering and continuous, and split the short middle-aged man out of the ring.
Six consecutive wins!
It is also the so-called ninety-six consecutive victories.
Immediately, the next opponent fell on the Baizhan Arena. This was an old man with a somewhat hunched appearance, holding a bronze tiger-headed staff.
Tiger-headed staff is a strange weapon, and few people know how to use it because it is not easy to practice, but it is quite powerful and not easy to deal with.
The old man walked towards Chen Zong step by step, his steps getting faster and faster, and he crossed a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. His slightly hunched body seemed to be enlarging continuously, and suddenly he struck out with a stick, the wind and thunder stirred, and he roared like a tiger.
Another player with four-star combat power.
Chen Zong blocked a sword and killed him with one sword, but his swordsmanship was unremarkable.
The tiger-headed stick was turned around, and the end was as sharp as a sharp sword thrust out through the air, trying to penetrate Chen Zong.
A bronze tiger-headed stick played well in the hands of the hunchbacked old man, and he became powerful.
The air stirred, and the powerful real power roared, like the roar of a hundred tigers, with astonishing momentum.
The purpose of the old man was the same as that of the short middle-aged man before him. It was not to defeat Chen Zong, but to consume Chen Zong's strength as much as possible and provide convenience for those who sniped behind him.
Chen Zong, on the other hand, also relied on the old man to perform unique tricks.
After a fierce battle, Chen Zong's swordsmanship was always so ordinary. There were just a few swords coming and going, vertical and horizontal slashes, but the swords and swords resisted all the old man's attacks and knocked the old man back again and again.
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"A Hundred Tigers Chaos the Plains!"
The vigorous voice sounded, and the bronze tiger-head staff bloomed with a simple and deep luster. The tiger head seemed to come alive and let out a roar that shook the mountains and forests.
One after another, tiger-headed phantoms rushed out, hundreds of them in total, rushing towards Chen Zong from all directions.
The old man's face turned pale and his body was trembling slightly. This move exhausted all his strength. He stared at Chen Zong who was surrounded by hundreds of tiger heads. He only hoped that this move could cause some damage to Chen Zong and weaken Chen Zong's strength as much as possible.
Hundreds of tiger heads are indeed very fierce. They attack from the sky from all directions, and each tiger head carries astonishing power.
Chen Zong's face was dull. He had two swords in his hands, and the power of the swords flowed continuously. The two swords struck out a dazzling cross sword light, smashing hundreds of tiger heads into pieces.
There were a series of explosions and disappeared into smoke.
The old man's face became paler, and he immediately gave a wry smile, and before Chen Zong could attack, he took the initiative to admit defeat. It would be impossible not to admit defeat, as all his strength was exhausted.
Ninety-seven consecutive wins!
There are only three opponents left to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, and everyone is getting more and more excited.
A new opponent appeared on the Baizhan Arena. She was a woman, dressed in a rose-red shirt. Although she looked a little older, and the years had left traces on the corners of her eyes, her charm was still there. She must have been a beautiful person when she was young.
The woman smiled slightly, and a cold light shone in her hand, which turned out to be a soft sword.
Soft swords are more difficult to practice than normal swords, but if you succeed in practicing them, they are often more difficult to resist.
"Little brother, I know I am no match for you, so please show mercy." The woman said with a smile.
"Please." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
As the woman smiled and chanted, her rose-red robe swayed slightly, like a blooming flower, or like a red cloud floating in. The soft sword passed by, spreading out the luster like water waves, layer by layer.
No beginning or end.
People are like flowers and swords are like water.
Chen Zong's eyes lit up slightly. The combat power displayed by this woman was at the four-star extreme level at most. It was nothing, but her swordsmanship was interesting. Chen Zong had never seen it before, so he stared at it carefully.
Contribute to your kendo foundation.
With the two swords going back and forth, all attacks were resisted by Chen Zong. Chen Zong was unable to do anything at all. The woman was very helpless. She had already used her full strength. A soft sword was like a flying snake. When it was sharp, it could cut through gold.
The broken jade can turn back and forth thousands of times when it is flexible, and when it is continuous it is like gurgling water, but it cannot do anything to Chen Zong at all. The two swords are like a chasm, completely resisting all attacks.
However, the woman's purpose was not to defeat Chen Zong, but to consume Chen Zong's power as much as possible, so she used her swordsmanship to the extreme and made many strange moves regardless of her own consumption.
However, Chen Zong seems to be bottomless. Until now, no one knows how much of his power has been consumed.
Having almost mastered the essence of the opponent's soft sword swordsmanship, Chen Zong's double swords have also been sharpened to a certain extent. The cross sword light shot out, and the sword strength quickly drove the woman away.
The sword was not only fierce and domineering, but also contained an astonishing sharp edge. The woman tried her best to resist, but was unable to stop her retreat until she exited the Hundred Battle Arena, with a wry smile on her face.
Fighting with Chen Zong, it feels like you are not in control of everything, but everything is going according to the opponent's wishes.
This is indeed the case. Under the pressure of Chen Zong's double swords, he had to show his full strength, and in the end he was defeated without any luck.
Ninety-eight consecutive wins!
There are only the last two games left before a 100-game winning streak, and the opponents in these two games are often the strongest.
The opponent in the ninety-ninth game was a bald man with no clothes on his upper body, and his muscles seemed to be made of steel, full of violent and incomparable power.
The weapon he used was also very interesting. It was an oval shield with two sides one meter long and half a meter wide. The front of the shield was covered with apices, which was very ferocious.
This man put his shield up in front of him to defend firmly, then moved his center of gravity downwards, approaching Chen Zong step by step, just like the elites on the battlefield arranging a battle formation. An astonishing aura emerged from his body and spread out. When he quickly
When running, it was like thousands of troops charging together, and the whole arena was shaking.
Pushing forward, constantly pushing forward, as if he was going to force Chen Zong off the ring in this way. Chen Zong took out his sword, and the cross sword light struck the shield, but was completely protected. The bald man was only slightly taller.
After a pause, he continued to move forward.
When he was ten meters away from Chen Zong, suddenly, the bald man's real power swept across, covering the two shields, and the two shields were also superimposed in an instant. Amidst the roar, the whole person was wrapped in tyrannical energy, like a meteorite
He blasted Chen Zong hard.
Its momentum is astonishing, like a falling meteorite, destroying everything.
Chen Zong, however, had no intention of evading. Instead, he crossed his swords in front of him and resisted head-on.
The terrifying impact caused the ring to shatter. The moment it touched Chen Zong's swords, an astonishing sound resounded through the sky, the ring beneath his feet was shattered, and his feet collapsed.
The bald man had a fierce face and tried his best to attack and overwhelm Chen Zong, but Chen Zong's swords were motionless in his hands.
Perhaps this bald man is very powerful and strong enough to fight against the early five-star stage, but compared with Chen Zong, there is still a big gap.
The two swords trembled slightly, the sword force surged, and the violent and domineering power impacted away, immediately causing the bald man to lean back. The power was continuous, like a wave of ocean waves, and the impact was endless.
However, the power of each wave is so terrifying.
Unable to resist, the bald man couldn't stop himself from retreating with his feet, with shock on his face. Every time he stepped back, he would crush a piece of stone in the arena.
All the way back, he retreated to the edge of the Hundred Battles Arena. Although he tried his best to contain his steps, the continuous force of the sword was completely unexpected and unable to resist. With the last step, he retreated, and he also fell.
Arena.
"What a terrifying power."
Everyone stared at the broken road trampled by both feet on the Baizhan Arena, which was hundreds of meters long, in shock.
"Ninety-nine consecutive wins."
"There's only one last game left. Chen Zong is going to win a hundred consecutive victories."
In the spectator seats, everyone became more and more excited.
It's the last game, the decisive moment is coming.
On the waiting table, Chen Zong's last opponent also stood up, took a step forward, and appeared on the Hundred Battle Arena as if teleporting, with a long knife in his hand.
This man has an ordinary appearance and is difficult to recognize in a crowd. He looks to be in his forties or fifties, with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes are deep and calm, like a deep pool.
"Beat me, and you will get a hundred consecutive victories." The middle-aged man said to Chen Zong with a knife in one hand and a knife in the other. He immediately stepped forward, as if he was strolling in his own back garden to enjoy the blooming flowers.
Calmly and slowly walked towards Chen Zong step by step.
It didn't feel like he was here to fight, but like he was here to chat with Chen Zong.
Chen Zong's eyes were condensed. Others couldn't feel it, but he could feel it very clearly. As the middle-aged man walked step by step with a calm and comfortable pace, there seemed to be a trace of aura quietly gathering in his body.
It's so subtle that it's so subtle that it would be difficult to detect it unless Chen Zong's perception was superior to that of other warriors.
The momentum was very subtle, but it continued to spread and spread around the middle-aged man. Chen Zong had a feeling that when the middle-aged man walked to a certain distance, the scattered momentum would gather together in an instant.
, then it will be like a volcano erupting, releasing a devastating blow.
Aware of this, Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged and he did not attack. Instead, he allowed the opponent to accumulate momentum.
Chen Zong wants to win a hundred consecutive victories, but he also wants to fight a powerful opponent.
The stronger this middle-aged man is, the happier Chen Zong is. Of course, the opponent cannot be in the pseudo-supernormal realm, otherwise Bai Zhanbao will be slapping himself in the face, and it cannot be a six-star combat power. That can no longer be achieved by relying on time.
To achieve this, you must have enough talent.
And those who have six-star combat power are often at the pseudo-supernormal level by the time they are forty or fifty years old.