(The new book hits the list, and I urgently need everyone's support, so that I can win consecutive battles)
Chen Yong walked slowly, approaching Chen Zong step by step, with his palms up and down, one forward and the other erect in front of him, able to defend any part of his body.
Chen Zong remained motionless, his eyes were sharp, looking for flaws in Chen Yong's body.
It was as if a chariot was advancing, and the breath was oppressive. At the moment of two meters away, Chen Yong suddenly jumped up, like a big fish rushing out of the water, swift and fierce, and slapped Chen Zong's face with a palm. Zoom in quickly.
Don't advance, don't retreat, don't dodge, no need, one sword stabs out, the blade of the sword flickers, and three afterimages appear, separated from each other, as if four swords came out together.
Split shadow!
The right palm swept across thousands of troops and intercepted the wooden sword, and the left palm was quietly struck from the waist, hitting Chen Zong's ribs.
Misunderstanding!
The swords and shadows staggered, causing Chen Yong to intercept with one palm, and he had to withdraw his left palm quickly. He waved his palms continuously in front of him, forming a wall of palms.
Folding style!
The sword shadow folded, passed through the palm wall, and quickly enlarged in Chen Yong's eyes, forcing him to pull back.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yong mobilized his blood and used all his strength to rush forward, speeding up a bit, and he slapped out with a palm, making a terrible whistling sound, and his power became even more tyrannical, as if he could smash the stele with a single palm.
Chen Zong's eyes are sharp, if he can see through everything, Chen Yong's footsteps and the trajectory of his palms will appear before his eyes, and the lines on his palms will gradually enlarge.
Out of the sword!
Swish, swish, swish three swords in a row, the basic 18-style stab, light and fast, hit Chen Yong's palm in succession, causing his palm to pause slightly.
Superimposed!
The three afterimages overlapped with the sword body, blurring the sword body, making it hard to distinguish the true from the false. They crossed with Chen Yong's palm and pierced the throat.
Holding the sword longer than his arm, if Chen Yong insisted on continuing the bombardment with one palm, he would definitely be hit in the throat by the wooden sword first. He had to withdraw his hand and slapped the wooden sword, his palms interlaced, screaming with terrifying momentum, trying to break the wooden sword.
Split shadow!
What Chen Yong broke was the shadow of the sword, but the blade hit his chest directly, causing him to retreat.
Misunderstanding!
Superimposed!
Folding style!
Shadowless!
With the last sword strike, all three afterimages disappeared, leaving only the blade clear and straight, knocking Chen Yong off the ring.
"Chen Zong, the chief of the swordsmanship group, has won consecutive victories." Elder Chen Xing announced loudly with a smile on his face.
Chen Yong's stern face was a little bit bitter. He had lost two games in a row, and he was not destined to be the chief king.
"In the next fight, Chen Gu, the chief of the boxing group, will face Chen Fenghua, the chief of the saber group."
Chen Guzhan made heavy punches, but he only practiced heavy punches.
Chen Guzhan was a formidable opponent, Chen Fenghua treated it cautiously, and made a series of sword moves, but his expression remained the same, always giving off a calm and unhurried feeling.
Throwing out a punch, the punch is fierce and violent, if it can smash mountains and rocks.
When the knife is drawn, the light of the knife is continuous, as if the tide follows each other, it is continuous.
Chen Guzhan's strength is tyrannical and his physique is astonishing. His fists are extremely heavy, and each punch carries an astonishing air pressure, which makes it difficult to breathe.
Chen Fenghua transported blood energy, his speed and strength were enhanced, and his sword was faster, stronger and stronger.
Chen Guzhan came from a branch clan, and like Chen Zong, he only started practicing Tiger Roaring Art after he entered the clan hall. Started to practice the Tiger Roaring Jue, and now the blood energy is tempered, it is almost the second time.
Serial knife technique!
Heavy Knife Technique!
Alternating from heavy to heavy, fast to slow, his body moved around nimbly, Chen Guzhan's weakness was revealed, he was not flexible enough.
A strong body endows him with greater strength and a stronger physique, but he is flexible but relatively weak. This is nothing when facing some weaker opponents. He can completely crush him with strength, but facing strong opponents, If you are not flexible enough, it will become a weakness and be exploited by the opponent.
The wooden knife slashed at Chen Guzhan's body continuously from all angles, screaming after many times.
"Stop, stop!" Chen Guzhan shouted hastily: "I admit defeat in this battle, and when I find a way, I will definitely defeat you next time."
"Damn, it really hurts." While grinning, Chen Guzhan jumped off the ring, making people smile.
"Chen Fenghua of the saber technique group has won two consecutive victories. In the next match, Chen Ying, the chief of the leg technique group, will face off against Chen Zong, the chief of the sword technique group." Elder Chen Xing said with a smile.
Aggressive eyes fell on Chen Zong's face, Chen Ying rushed towards him like a cheetah, her slender legs rolled up a gust of sharp wind and roared towards her.
Chen Yuyao stared at it with wide eyes. What Chen Ying performed was the saber wind kick technique that she also practiced. It was also at the peak of Dacheng, but Chen Ying's display was obviously more subtle and more powerful.
Chen Zong's figure swayed like a willow in the wind.
Dacheng peak wielding willow swordsmanship!
This is a swordsmanship that pays attention to both offense and defense. It can be used for both offense and defense, and it can also be used for both offense and defense. It is very delicate.
Especially after Chen Zong watched Chen Yan's wielding willow swordsmanship, he understood it and improved a little bit.
Chen Ying performed the saber-wind kick technique and the big python kick technique alternately, his legs brought up bursts of strong winds, and under the strong wind, it was as if a big python had come out of its hole to kill through the wind.
Chen Zong interpreted the willow-flicking swordsmanship to the extreme, let you be strong, let me be strong, and I will be swayed by the wind.
Unknowingly, I have a deeper understanding of swords and sword techniques.
The wooden sword swayed and whipped like a willow branch, passed through the strong wind, and hit Chen Ying's leg directly.
Gradually, Chen Ying's legs became sore and weak, and his kicks were slow and weak, and he was defeated by Chen Zong with a few swords.
"Chen Zonger, the chief of the swordsmanship group, has won consecutive victories."
"I will definitely beat you next time." Chen Ying said unwillingly and unwillingly.
"We'll wait and see." Chen Zong said with a smile.
"In the next battle, Chen Yong, the chief of the palm technique team, will face Chen Fenghua, the chief of the sword technique team."
With a serious face, Chen Yong made a gesture of breaking the tablet palm, moving his blood and energy, and fully unleashed his strength.
The generous palms were shot continuously, the shadows of the palms overlapped, and the wind from the palms whistled, as if a wall hit Chen Fenghua.
Chen Fenghua's blood and energy were transported, and he shot down with one knife. The black knife light was swift and fierce, like a falling meteor. The one knife smashed the palm wind and turned into a chain, so Chen Yong could only defend.
Heavy Knife Technique!
Serial knife technique!
Heavy Knife Technique!
Alternately, Chen Yong's defense was breached, and the wooden knife hit his chest directly.
"Chen Fenghua, the chief of the knife technique group, has won three consecutive victories."
"In the next fight, Chen Guzhan, the chief of the boxing group, will face Chen Zong, the chief of the swordsmanship group."
"I'm most annoyed at those of you who use swords." Chen Guzhan muttered, while posing with heavy fists, his eyes widened, like a bull rushing towards him.
A sharp sound sounded, and Chen Zong spread his wings like an eagle, and his sword flew across.
Dacheng peak eagle fencing!
"Oh, he has cultivated all three foundation-building swordsmanship to the peak of Dacheng!" Elder Chen Xing was slightly surprised.
In most cases, warriors tend to practice one foundation-building martial art, such as Chen Guzhan and Chen Yong, and at most two, such as Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, who practice three, and they all reach the peak of Dacheng, rarely Very few.
"It seems that this son is quite talented in sword practice." Elder Chen Xing secretly thought, he didn't know that Chen Zong was actually practicing boxing at the very beginning, and he also practiced the tiger power boxing technique to perfection. As for the three foundation building swords Fa also started to practice after entering the family hall, otherwise I don't know what it would be like to be surprised.
"Chen Chuyun, Chen Zong is definitely not Chen Guzhan's opponent." Chen He said with a grim expression.
"Bet?" Chen Chuyun was straightforward, Chen He's face sank and he didn't answer. He was just talking, and he was not sure whether Chen Guzhan could defeat Chen Zong.
The wooden sword was like an eagle's wing, passing by Chen Guzhan's side in an instant, following the opening, he slashed at Chen Guzhan's rib.
Whirling around and drawing out the sword, it hit Chen Guzhan's back like an eagle's claw.
Chen Guzhan's body turned like a whirlwind, and his fists slammed violently at Chen Zong, completely ignoring Chen Zong's sword.
After the battle with Chen Fenghua, he let go. Instead of passively defending, he should take the initiative and use his strong body to resist the opponent's wooden sword attack. As long as the opponent is hit by his double fists, he will definitely be injured and defeated.
Watching the battle in the audience is completely different from facing it directly. Chen Zong can feel the terrifying wind pressure brought by Chen Guzhan's fists, and it even affects his own balance.
Fortunately, under Chen Chuyun's guidance, Chen Zong was completely different from before.
Like an eagle against the wind, piercing the wind straight up, the wooden sword pecked fiercely like an eagle's beak, and the power hit was a one-point attack, which immediately made Chen Guzhan's face change, and felt that the place where he was hit was like being pecked off a piece of flesh like.
Resisting it, Chen Guzhan's fists became more fierce, and his whole body was pushed forward like a chariot, crushing away, trying to force Chen Zong off the ring.
Undoubtedly, this is a kind of rogue approach. If the sword in Chen Zong's hand was an iron sword, Chen Guzhan would have already been scarred, and the power of the wooden sword is limited, so he dared to do this.
The eagle fencing technique was used to the extreme, and a flaw was found.
The Swift Sword Form of the Eight Forms of the True Sword!
The sword was fast and urgent, Chen Guzhan had no time to react, he just felt a pain in his throat, as if being pierced through, extremely uncomfortable, the next breath, Chen Zong's wooden sword chopped at the same place in both arms continuously, unable to lift it up, unable to fight anymore .
"The fourth sword technique is Kuaijian?" Elder Chen Xing was astonished and secretly guessed.
"Could it be that he secretly learned my quick sword technique?" Chen Zuoyi's expression also changed drastically.
"Chen Zong, the chief of the swordsmanship group, has won three consecutive victories."
Following Elder Chen Xing's announcement, Chen He's face was covered with dark clouds.
"In the next battle, Chen Yong, the chief of the palm technique team, will face Chen Ying, the chief of the leg technique team."
As soon as they came to the stage, the two of them immediately raised their hands. Instead of making a move immediately, they stared at each other, looking for flaws.
"The chief king is between you and me." Chen Fenghua smiled lightly at Chen Zong, and Chen Zong nodded, with a bit of fighting spirit in his heart.
Once upon a time, I was still troubled by the difficulty of improving my cultivation, but now I have not only entered the family hall, but also won the chief of the swordsmanship group, and I am more qualified to aspire to be the chief king.
Chen Yong fought steadily, while Chen Ying was surging like a torrent, and the two sides collided again and again.
Chen Yong defended himself with his palms like airtight, even though Chen Ying attacked, he was not broken at all. After the previous three battles, his fighting skills have been further improved, and the same is true for Chen Ying, his legs are more rapid and stronger.
The two sides moved their blood and broke out with all their strength.
Manpower is limited, especially on the offensive side. Chen Ying was exhausted after a wild attack, and Chen Yong seized the opportunity to slap a palm.
"Chen Yong, the chief of the palm technique group, has won consecutive victories."
Chen Yong felt that it was not easy to win. He lost three games in a row and finally won one game. It is not so embarrassing.
"In the next battle, Chen Fenghua, the chief of the swordsmanship group, will face Chen Zong, the chief of the swordsmanship group."
Following Elder Chen Xing's announcement, everyone became excited, because so far, Chen Fenghua and Chen Zong have maintained a three-game winning streak, and the Chief King was born between the two of them.
(end of this chapter)