"You're all going to die."
The warrior of the Black Demon Sect said the last sentence with a fierce face, tilted his head, and died. There was blood gurgling from his heart, which was dark red and had a strong fishy smell.
"The fifth one." Chen Zong frowned slightly.
Twenty days since entering the Western Wilderness, he has encountered a total of five Black Demon Sect warriors. The first four Black Demon Sect warriors are all practicing Jinjing Rank 4 cultivation base. kill.
This fifth Black Demon Sect warrior was directly trained at the beginning of Rank 5. His body is strong and his strength is astonishing. Chen Zong also showed his strength to the extreme, and finally pushed forward with the momentum technique, displaying the Lightning Thunder Killing Sword , bursting out with the power of inner strength and vitality, just now pierced the opponent's heart.
Even so, Chen Zong was not completely unscathed. There was a foot-long wound on his back, where the bones were deep and dripping with blood. Fortunately, his self-healing ability was strong and the bleeding had stopped, but it was not easy to heal completely. Possibly sprinkle the powder on the wound to speed healing.
"This time, I don't know how many people will die under the hands of the Black Demon Sect warriors." With a secret thought, Chen Zong found some pills and some money tickets from the Black Demon Sect warriors.
On the twenty-third day, the wound on the back was completely healed, but left an obvious scar, just like a battle record.
Twenty-three consecutive days of killing made Chen Zong's aura even more fierce, and there was a compelling power between his eyes opening and closing.
Fight, fight, fight, keep fighting, every battle is a battle of life and death, if you are not careful, you will die.
Chen Zong didn't want to die, so he would go all out in every battle. The benefit he brought was that he could control his own power more finely, and each sword technique was also more in-depth.
Tonight, the weather is very bad, with dark clouds and dense darkness, as if it is about to be suppressed, it brings a very oppressive feeling to the people and monsters in the West Wilderness, and it is difficult to breathe.
Click!
The red thunder light, like a giant python, streaked across the sky with incomparable rage and fierceness, tearing apart the dark clouds, and instantly illuminating the world.
The night in the Western Wilderness is the most dangerous. For human warriors, night vision is obstructed, but it is the world of monsters. Basically, the highest mortality rate for warriors who enter the Western Wilderness is at night.
However, on such a night, even monsters would hide.
Monsters have caves to hide in, but it is difficult for warriors.
The red thunder tore through the clouds one after another, each one was extremely violent and overbearing, and nothing could stop it.
Rumbling, the momentum is earth-shattering, as if the end of the world is coming.
Chen Zong built a bonfire, looked up at the red thunderbolts passing by from time to time in the sky, the breath and color directly attracted him.
Whether it was the original Shanlei swordsmanship, the Shanjilei sword that he learned from the Shanlei swordsmanship, or the Leiguang swordsmanship he is currently majoring in, they are all inseparable from thunder and lightning.
Of course, swordsmanship is swordsmanship, and thunderbolt is thunderbolt. The two are not the same. The difference in power is huge. What's more, a sword is a sword after all. The power of heaven and earth.
However, Chen Zong, who once comprehended the Thunder and Lightning Sword in the rainy sky, felt an indescribable feeling, a throbbing in his heart when he saw such thunder and lightning.
"Thunder and lightning represent power, the authority of heaven and earth, domineering majesty, swift and violent, everything is irresistible and will be destroyed under the power of thunder and lightning..." Chen Zong muttered to himself, staring at the red thunder in the sky in a daze .
The red lightning has a kind of strangeness, which seems even more terrifying.
He jumped up and drew his sword out of its sheath. Under the night sky of thunder and lightning, the light of the sword lingered. When the sword stabbed out, it was like a small lightning tearing the air.
Lightning swordsmanship!
Lightning Sword Art!
The left hand even cooperated accordingly, displaying the big thunderbolt hand.
Every door can have a slight relationship with Thunder and Lightning.
In the sky, streaks of red thunder and lightning streaked across the sky and shattered the clouds, emitting an astonishingly dazzling ray of light, and also filled with the aura of violent destruction.
Under the sky, Chen Zong practiced his sword without any thoughts. Gradually, each sword seemed to match the red lightning trajectory in the sky, either straight or winding, with an indescribable feeling.
It is as if separated by a strange mirror, the sword light swayed by Chen Zong is reflected and enlarged after passing through the strange mirror, or the red lightning in the sky is reflected and shrunk after passing through the strange mirror.
But if you look carefully, you will find that there are still subtle differences in the trajectories of the two. The trajectory of Chen Zong's sword is flawed.
This kind of flaw is invisible to ordinary warriors, and only those in the real martial arts realm can see the clues.
As for Chen Zong himself, he didn't feel anything. Now he is completely immersed in swinging his sword. Gradually, each sword breaks away from the restrictions of the Shanlei sword technique and the Leiguang sword technique, and he can do whatever he wants.
Over and over again, suddenly, a red lightning shot down from the sky as if it deviated from the track, tearing the night apart, winding like a brutal and powerful red dragon, falling less than a hundred meters away from Chen Zong, hitting a The soil bag is seven or eight meters high and twenty meters wide.
There was a roar, the earth shook, and the soil was torn apart, and a little bit of soil debris mixed with terrifying lightning power shot out in all directions, directly covering a radius of several kilometers, which was more terrifying than arrows.
The power contained in every bit of dirt is enough to pierce through the tyrannical physique of a third-level low-grade monster.
In the blink of an eye, countless dust particles rushed towards Chen Zong, like a swarm of locusts, and they wanted to beat Chen Zong to be riddled with holes and blood.
A strong sense of crisis permeated the whole body, without any hesitation, Chen Zong's left hand turned into a claw, clasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the sharp sword came out of its sheath, shining under the night.
With the two swords in hand, he swung them immediately. Each sword seemed to be related to the Shanlei swordsmanship and the Leiguang swordsmanship, but they seemed to have broken away from their respective shackles and formed a whole of their own.
The sword's light was like lightning, bringing up streaks of light like thunder, spreading all over the surroundings, crushing the jet of soil debris.
Under the collision, Chen Zong could clearly feel that the power contained in each piece of dirt, the impact force is very strong, but it is nothing to him who is close to the late cultivation level in the middle stage of the fourth round of training Jinjing. The point is that the power contained in each piece of soil, although very subtle, is the real power of thunder and lightning, with a terrifying destructive power.
When the power of lightning passed through the sword body, poured into the arms and spread to the whole body, Chen Zong's body trembled involuntarily and became numb. It seemed that all the strength in his body had been scattered and it was difficult to gather it together.
But Chen Zong's inner strength was very pure after all, he resisted forcefully and continued to draw his sword, only in this way can he reduce the impact he received.
The soil fragments were continuously crushed, and Chen Zong's swords seemed to be unable to enter by splashing water, but with the continuous impact of the lightning force, the feeling of numbness all over his body became stronger and stronger, and his whole body seemed to melt away.
Strong spiritual will, controlling the extremely pure inner strength, constantly running, the Hunyuan Orb worn close to the body seemed to be stimulated, and large waves of breath poured into the body, mixing and tempering Chen Zong's body, Continuously integrate a body of copper skin, steel bars and iron bones to be condensed into one body.
He clearly felt that Chen Zong was even more aware of this rare opportunity, but the dirt was scattered all over the sky.
The power of lightning penetrated into the body, intending to cause damage, but it was resisted by the Hunyuan breath, and it circulated, but it could not be dissipated under this condition. Over and over again, Chen Zong felt very uncomfortable, his whole body was numb, and his strength All scattered.
"Condensation!"
With a low shout, the sound was like rushing thunder, and the scattered thunder sword strength was condensed again under the tyrannical spiritual will.
In Chen Zong's mind, the mysteries of the Shanlei sword technique, the mystery of the Leiguang sword technique, and the mystery of the Shanji Thunder Killing Sword flashed across his mind. In the end, the red thunderbolt that shattered the earth bag was shot down from the sky, as if reappearing. Directly splitting Chen Zong's mind, Fulin's heart exploded with inspiration.
With a sharp shout, as if thunder exploded, Chen Zong threw away the sword in his left hand, and instead held the sword with both hands, the sword circled around behind him, bringing the power of lightning out of his body and pouring it into the sword , and cut forward, halfway through, the momentum of the killing came to an end, and immediately turned into a straight thrust, and the speed increased sharply, like a real lightning thunder, tearing the sky.
Scoff!
The air was cut directly like a cloth, the sword was extremely fast, the blade turned red when it rubbed against the air, the temperature soared, and there was a scorching smell.
When the sword fell, the edge of the sword was red, especially the tip of the sword, as if it was roasted in a raging fire.
"Although there is no target, the power of this sword is definitely very strong. It must be twice as strong as the lightning hitting wood in the subtle realm." Chen Zong secretly said, watching the light of the trajectory under the sword dissipate, he was secretly excited.
The sword of Fulin Xinzhi and the sword of inspiration also benefited from the solid foundation and the last-minute comprehension.
"This sword, as the ultimate move of the Lei Guang swordsmanship, should be called Lei Guang Cracking Mountain."
The Thunder Light Sword Art is an earth-level top-grade sword art, but it lacks the final ultimate move and is always incomplete, especially the last ultimate move, which is very important, it can be said to occupy half of the entire sword art.
If he couldn't get it, he made up for it by himself, and a feeling of mellowness emerged spontaneously. In an instant, Chen Zong's understanding of the Lei Guang sword technique was a little deeper.
"I don't know if Lei Guang Cracking Mountain is stronger or weaker than the original killing move of Lei Guang Sword Art?" Chen Zong secretly asked.
But judging from the Juefeng swordsmanship and Tianguang swordsmanship that he had practiced before, it should be about the same.
That sword also forced out all the raging lightning power in his body, his body returned to normal, and the Hunyuan aura emerging from the Hunyuan Orb also returned to its original level, but Chen Zong could feel the progress of the fourth level of physical training There has been some improvement, and the distance from practice is getting closer and closer.
"Lei Guang Cracking Mountain is just a start-up, and it has been mastered initially. It still needs a lot of practice to become proficient and further perfected."
Under the night of lightning, Chen Zong once again unleashed his sword.
Suddenly, bean-sized raindrops fell on his face, and there was a crisp sound. More and more raindrops fell from the sky, forming a dense rain line. In the blink of an eye, Chen Zong's whole body was soaked. Chen Zong But he ignored it, practiced his sword in the rain, every time the sword came out, it shattered countless rain points, and the water droplets flew.
(end of this chapter)