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Chapter 18 An unstoppable sword in hand

"It seems that everyone wants to compete for the top three." A smile appeared on Qin Xinshi's lips. With such a competitive spirit, he was happy to see: "The rules are still the same as before. You are not allowed to intentionally cause serious injury or disability to others.

You must not deliberately join forces to target one person, and now, a hundred people are starting a melee.”

Almost as soon as Qin Xinshi finished speaking, a hundred people started to move. They immediately moved their steps and quickly distanced themselves from others, waiting for an opportunity to take action.

Being able to survive two melees was not only a matter of luck, but also his overall strength was extraordinary.

For a moment, no one took action easily. They looked to the left, right and in front, vigilant, and tried their best to ensure that there would be no enemies behind them.

A very strange scene appeared, a hundred people were distributed around the edge of the arena, watching.

Immediately, some people started to move, and as soon as they took action, they started to kill to the side, forming a chain reaction, and everyone started to move accordingly.

The force of the fist breaks through the air, the wind roars in the palm, the shadows of the legs run wildly, the sword light is sharp, the sword light is cold...

Everyone showed their true skills, but they didn't use their full strength. In a big melee, it was necessary to hold back.

Chen Zongjian flew through the air like lightning, causing little sparks to fly away.

Under the sword, one person was knocked back but did not fall into the ring, but then someone seized the opportunity to attack continuously until the person was forced back and fell into the ring. This was not a deliberate collaboration and did not violate the rules.

As the first person fell into the ring, a precedent seemed to be set, and soon the second and third people appeared.

"A person at the fifth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, don't even think about the top three." A warrior at the peak of the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm sneaked up from behind and struck out decisively and fiercely, hitting Chen Zong's back with a palm that was as powerful as a mountain collapse.

Chen Zong's figure was like a willow tree, drifting forward with the wind from his palm, and then disappeared in front of the man's eyes. The sword light flew across the sky, causing light and shadow to intersect. A sword slashed directly at his back, and immediately

It felt like my back was being torn apart and blood was flowing out.

Immediately, there was a whistling wind from the front, and Chen Zong punched him in the chest in various ways, knocking him off the ring.

He charged forward with his sword. The light of the sword was ever-changing. It could be light, fast, sharp or fierce. Each sword had at least three thousand kilograms of power. When it exploded, it was difficult to resist.

One, two, three...

"Good boy." Qin Xinshi's eyes lit up again. From the beginning of the melee, his main attention was focused on Chen Zong. He found that Chen Zong not only had superb swordsmanship, but also had rich combat experience and a good grasp of timing.

He fully possesses the qualities of a truly strong man.

Of course, at this time, Chen Zong was still very weak in cultivation and strength, which only meant that he had great potential.

For a warrior, potential is very important. Without potential, it means there is not much future. The word potential cannot be replaced by a single talent. It is related to many aspects.

Talent, character, will, etc.

In addition to watching Chen Zong, he will also look at Tang Jun Luo Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng. These three people are ranked among the Four Fengwu Elites alongside Chen Zong. Although their performance is not as outstanding as Chen Zong, they should not be underestimated, especially

Tang Junluo, during his martial arts apprenticeship, tempered his blood energy eight times. This was something that only a few talents in the entire history of Qiyao Martial Academy could achieve.

In Chen Zong's hands, the Baotie Sword seemed to come to life. It was constantly changing. The opponent's attacks would soon be broken by Chen Zong's sword, and then he would find a flaw, drive straight in, and defeat him.

The Chen family all smiled when they saw Chen Zong still able to perform with ease in the arena.

"The two people who besieged Chen Zong just now are from the Xiaoyu Gang. Let's deal with them." Elder Wei's eyes flashed with a fierce look. It was very dangerous just now. Chen Zong was almost seriously injured and lost his qualification.

In the big arena, there are fewer and fewer people, and the pressure on everyone increases accordingly.

This kind of melee is like a big wave washing away the sand, leaving behind only the essence.

Chen Zong and Tang Junluo still haven't met face-to-face. Perhaps, in their respective hearts, they have a subconscious intention not to meet each other for the time being, leaving it to the end.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Qin Xinshi's voice sounded, and everyone on the big arena paused. At first glance, there were only the last ten people left out of a hundred people: "Now, it will be up to the ten of you to decide the top three.

, according to where you are standing, from left to right, number 1 to number 10."

Chen Zong is number three, Tang Junluo is number two, Li Zhenshi is number six, and Zhao Wangcheng is number eight.

"No. 1 vs. No. 10, No. 2 vs. No. 9, No. 3 vs. No. 8, No. 4 vs. No. 7, No. 5 vs. No. 6. The winner will advance to compete for the top three." Qin Xinshi said concisely: "Except

Besides No. 1 and No. 10, the other eight people are temporarily waiting aside."

Number 1 comes from a wealthy Tang family, and Number 10 comes from a small family. Both of them are at the peak of the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm. Number 10 was able to fight his way out of more than 900 people, and even entered the final showdown. It has to be said that his own strength

Extraordinary.

With the No. 1 spear in his hand, he danced and whipped up a violent whirlwind and roared away.

Number 10 is trained as a sword. Warriors who use this type of weapon are relatively rare. They are either very bad or very good. There is no doubt that Number 10 is very good at using swords, otherwise he would have been eliminated long ago.

But in the end, No. 1 is still more skilled. After all, he comes from a wealthy family and has a background that ordinary small families don't have.

If No. 1 wins, he will be promoted, and if No. 10 loses, he will be automatically eliminated.

In the second game, No. 2 vs. No. 9.

Number two is Tang Junluo, and his opponent is Sun Li, one of the five major families.

One is at the peak of the fifth level of Qi and Blood Realm, and the other is at the peak of the sixth level of Qi and Blood Realm, but it is hard to say who will win.

With the golden dragon-patterned spear in his hand, Tang Junluo's eyes were domineering and high-spirited, as if he were a king leading his soldiers on the battlefield. His opponent had a solemn look on his face and did not dare to look down upon him in the slightest.

war!

Sun Li took action, charging forward like a cheetah. When he was approaching Tang Junluo, he quickly punched out his fists. His whole body seemed to be transformed into a cheetah, fast, fierce and powerful.

Tang Junluo's eyes became sharp, and a brilliant light shot out. The spear was in his hand, and it suddenly bounced up, like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, with the force of wind and thunder, and the spear came out like a dragon.

Sun Li rolled his body, avoiding the stab of the spear, and instantly burst out to kill Tang Junluo at a faster speed. Tang Junluo's arms shook, and the golden spear trembled, undulating like waves, violently stirring, and chopping down, creating an astonishing momentum.

Sun Li rolled over again, avoiding the spear strike and hitting the ring, directly shattering the ring and causing a crack to spread.

Standing up, Sun Li spread his fists like a cheetah, striking out quickly and ferociously. The whistling wind of his fists was as sharp as breaking bluestone, and he pressed towards Tang Junluo.

Tang Junluo had to use his footwork and martial arts to retreat like a swimming dragon.

The spear was then picked up, and the golden spear shadow flew across the sky, turning into countless spear flowers and killing them.

The power of Sun Li's energy and blood exploded completely, with a violent roar, and the shadow of a cheetah seemed to appear around him, shattering the gun light, and punched Tang Junluo directly in the chest, hitting Tang Junluo back again and again, but he was hit many times by the gun light.

Everywhere, dripping with blood.

Both sides were injured, but Tang Junluo was wearing silver inner armor, which offset part of the power of the punch. Coupled with his own resistance, he was only slightly injured.

Sun Li looked like he had multiple wounds and was dripping with blood, but in fact they were just minor injuries to the flesh.

We haven't really decided the winner yet, and we can still fight again.

In the end, Sun Li retreated. He knew very well that with his own condition, he might be able to defeat Tang Junluo, but he would definitely be injured. It would be difficult to win the next game, and there would be no hope for the top three.

Tang Junluo won.

In the third game, No. 3 versus No. 8.

The real sword Chen Zong versus the cold sword Zhao Wangcheng is undoubtedly exciting.

In the last Shenglong Conference held by Tang Junluo, Chen Zong fought against Li Zhenshi and Tang Junluo respectively, but did not fight against Zhao Wangcheng. Now, here comes the time.

"Chen Zong, I will defeat you." Zhao Wangcheng's eyes were extremely cold and his tone was like a knife.

"Come on." Chen Zong smiled slightly and pointed the iron sword directly at Zhao Wangcheng. To be honest, he was still a little curious about Zhao Wangcheng. After all, he was one of the four Fengwu heroes.

Zhao Wangcheng had a cold and stern expression on his face. He took a step forward and struck straight in with his sword. The long sword was filled with coldness and turned into a cold sword light. It struck straight like lightning, and an astonishing chill swept across the impact.

Chen Zong did not dodge or evade, but took a step forward with a sense of determination to move forward. His wrist trembled slightly, and the sword flowers spread out from the iron sword, and then, among the blossoming sword flowers,

A cold and cold sword slashed away.

The swords shine together!

Zhao Wangcheng used Leng Feng's Thirteen Kills, the foundation-building sword technique of the Zhao family, which emphasized sharpness. Each sword was more powerful than the last, and the swords were connected together. When the thirteen swords were used consecutively, the power would become very terrifying.

Moreover, after such a period of time, Zhao Wangcheng finally seized the opportunity to practice Leng Feng's Thirteen Kills to a subtle level, making it even more powerful.

The energy and blood transfer is as sharp as a blade, further enhancing the power of Leng Feng's Thirteen Kills.

However, Chen Zong was not weak at all. The Thunderbolt Sword Technique in the Subtle Realm was launched. The strong light and thunder merged with an astonishing force. The sword was so powerful that it shattered one after another of sword light.

In terms of power, the Lightning Sword Technique is not inferior to Leng Feng's Thirteen Kills.

In terms of combat experience, skills and timing, Chen Zong is even better than Zhao Wangcheng.

In terms of cultivation, both of them are equal.

When it comes to practicing martial arts, Chen Zong’s Zhenjian Tianjue Kung Fu is stronger.

However, after three or five moves, Chen Zong began to gain the upper hand and suppress Zhao Wangcheng.

"Ice flow sword technique, ice flow slash!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Wangcheng directly exploded with the power of his energy and blood, and used the Ice Flow Slash, which is the first level of Ice Flow Sword Technique in human-level middle-level martial arts. At the level of small success, its power is greater than that of the first-level level of low-level human level martial arts.

More tyrannical.

With one strike, there was an astonishing cold light, as if frozen by ice, and then struck down like a landslide. The coldness filled the surroundings, and the air seemed to be filled with white mist, which made people exclaim.

Not only did Chen Zong not dodge, but he slashed out with one sword, and the eight sword lights instantly turned into one, which was unstoppable.

"The Shadowless Spectrum has indeed reached the state of great success!" Elder Wei and the other Chen family members narrowed their eyes and were secretly excited. They had heard about it before, but only saw it with their own eyes today.

The moment he directly shattered the ice-cold sword light and knocked the long sword away, hitting Zhao Wangcheng, he turned his wrist and instead slapped the sword blade to repel Zhao Wangcheng.

Zhao Wangcheng had silver inner armor on his body and was not seriously injured, but he was knocked back and could not stop. He retreated for more than ten steps before stopping.

There is no doubt that he lost as the sword in his hand was knocked away.


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