Sword God

Chapter 22: Diving dragon in the abyss

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Inside the house, Chen Zong finished practicing the Tiger Roar Jue, and quickly took out an energy pill and threw it into his mouth.

"Sixth time, almost complete."

After adjusting his breathing, he took out the Little Sword Sutra and read it from the first page. He found that although the content of the Little Sword Sutra is not much, every time he reads it carefully, there will always be new insights. That feeling is very wonderful.

The door was knocked suddenly.

"Is Chen Zong here?" A faint voice came in, sounding a little anxious.

Putting down the little sword scripture, Chen Zong quickly opened the door, there was a person standing at the door, it was Chen Yidao.

"Yi Dao, what's the matter?" Chen Zong asked calmly.

"It's urgent, hurry up." Chen Yidao took a few breaths and said hastily: "There are warriors from other families to challenge, no one is a match, and he even named you to challenge you."

"Oh, who is it?" Chen Zong's eyes lit up.

Ever since Chen Fenghua and Chen Guzhan broke through to become warriors one after another, Chen Zong felt a little lonely. Anyway, at least the four of them could fight him once or twice. Even the sword can't stop it.

"Tang Family Tang Junluo." Chen Yidao said quickly, he didn't know this person, and he didn't know how strong this person was.

"Tang Junluo." Chen Zong's eyes were like sharp swords out of their sheaths, shining brightly.

This name was what Sister Yun told herself, and she was one of the people I needed to pay attention to. Chen Zong was looking forward to meeting him when, but he didn't expect that it would be at this time.

"Go." Chen Zong's footsteps were faster than Chen Yidao.

On the martial arts training ground, almost all the martial disciples of the Chen family hall are here, as well as Elder Xing. Besides, there are two strangers, one old and one young.

"Isn't Chen Zong here yet?" The young man was wearing a purple military uniform with a golden dragon shape embroidered on it, mysterious and noble.

"I've already gone to call. When the time comes, you will know what it means to be a master." Chen Baiqi said angrily.

"I'm looking forward to it." The young Tang Junluo put his hands behind his back, with a posture like a king, and his tone was indifferent, as if he was superior, which shocked and angered the martial disciples in the Chen family hall, but they were helpless, because the facts have proved that any of them, They couldn't stop the opponent's move, but the opponent didn't even use the weapon on his back.

Now, all expectations can only be placed on Chen Zong.

It's just that Chen Zong hasn't come yet, it's too slow, and he's so anxious.

"Elder Tang Zhigu, the Tang family has produced a remarkable junior." Elder Xing said with a smile, quite graceful, as in this race, junior contests happen from time to time, and temporary victory or defeat is nothing.

"Where is it, Jun Luo has only tempered the blood energy seven times now." Elder Tang Zhigu said pretending to be modest, but he emphasized the word "seven times", with a smug look on his face, wishing to make people look at that old face Hit him hard.

Elder Awakened was shocked.

Seven times!

Since the establishment of the entire Chen family hall, no one has ever reached it. I can't help but sigh secretly. The background of the three giants is just different, and it is not comparable to the five big families.

"Could it be that challenging the warriors of various families today is to accumulate momentum and attack the eighth time?" Elder Xing asked tentatively.

"That's right." Tang Junluo replied by himself, his tone was flat, but he could still hear the arrogance contained in it.

Refining the blood energy eight times is a level that no one has ever reached in the history of Fengwu City.

The conversation between Elder Xing and Elder Tang Zhigu was not concealed, and Chen Zong who rushed over just heard it. In an instant, a powerful gaze approached him, like the gaze of a king, which brought a trace of inexplicable pressure to Chen Zong , let him feel excited involuntarily.

Without any hesitation, Chen Zong's eyes locked on the other party immediately, and he knew at a glance that it was Tang Junluo, the genius of the Tang family.

Their eyes collided like lightning, as if countless sparks burst out, and everyone seemed to smell the burning smell in the air.

"Chen Zong, come here." Elder Xing beckoned, Chen Zong retracted his gaze and walked over.

"He is Tang Junluo from the Tang family. He has tempered his blood energy seven times now, and Tang Junluo's natural strength exceeds the standard. At the peak of the third level of Qi and Blood Realm, he has seven hundred catties of strength in one arm." Elder Xing said in a low voice: "Our Chen family practiced Tiger Roar Jue for quenching blood energy, while the Tang family practiced Qianlong Jue, which means Qianlong in the abyss and soars into the sky."

"Seven hundred catties, seven times!" Chen Zong was surprised, but a trace of fighting spirit emerged from the deepest part of his heart.

"In the cultivation of Qianlong Jue, imposing manner is the most important thing. I am the king, and ten thousand people retreat. The stronger the imposing manner, the better the effect of cultivation, and it can even break through the limit of oneself." The voice of the elder wakes up, only he and Chen Zong can do it. Listen clearly: "Tang Junluo has already defeated the talented warriors of the Li family, the Zhao family, and the other four major families. He only needs to wait until he defeats you and the other talented warriors in Fengwu City to accumulate enough momentum to attack the eighth time and create A new record for Fengwu City."

"It turned out that he wanted to use me as a stepping stone, so I'll let him know that I'm not a stone, but a mountain that cannot be crossed." Chen Zong's tone was firm and sharp.

"Okay." Elder Xing couldn't help applauding. Although he didn't think that Chen Zong would be able to defeat Tang Junluo, or even lose, he appreciated Chen Zong's momentum.

It is so fearless to practice martial arts, and even more so sharp to practice swordsmanship.

"You are Chen Zong, take my punch first." Tang Junluo stepped forward, his body punched out like a swimming dragon, his punch screamed like a giant python coming out of a hole, his breath was compelling, it was Tang Clan's foundation-building martial arts horned python boxing technique.

"You also receive my punch!" Chen Zong didn't draw his sword, but also punched, turning into a tiger and roaring, smashing the air.

Both parties did not transfer blood, and both the horned python boxing and the tiger power boxing reached a perfect state.

Everyone seemed to see a giant python fighting a fierce tiger.

With a bang, the air shattered and the air flow stirred up, blowing dust into the air, Tang Junluo's figure swayed slightly, and Chen Zong took a small step back.

In terms of single-arm strength, Tang Junluo is 200 catties stronger than Chen Zong, and in terms of martial arts, both sides are equal, Chen Zong should be directly repelled, but Chen Zong's left arm has 50 catties of iron, although it increases his burden, But to a certain extent, it made him punch harder, so he only took a small step back.

"With your standard strength, you can block my punch and just retreat a little, which is very good." Tang Junluo said in the tone of a senior expert: "However, you are not as good as me."

"I practice swords and you practice spears. You haven't really made a move yet. Why not?" Chen Zong retorted calmly. The iron sword came out of its sheath and pointed directly at Tang Junluo. His blood flow accelerated due to excitement.

"I'll let you be defeated." Tang Junluo stretched out his hand and pulled out the weapon behind his back. It was two spears, and when he buckled it, it was a long spear with a length of 1.7 meters. The body of the gun was golden and engraved with dragon patterns. I know it is an excellent weapon, but in terms of quality, I don't know how much it is better than the iron sword in Chen Zong's hand.

With the golden dragon-patterned spear in his hand, Tang Junluo's aura suddenly changed, as if he was a general who had killed ten in and ten out of the enemy army.

"My marksmanship is called Qianlong." Tang Junluo's voice also seemed to have an inexplicable power, which brought pressure to everyone. He twisted his body and assumed a posture of shrinking the spear, as if Qianlong was in the abyss, wanting to fly away soaring.

"Please." Chen Zong made the opening gesture of the afterimage swordsmanship, and the slightest sense of harmony permeated the air.

Then, with a flick of Tang Junluo's body, a cold light bloomed in front of his eyes, and the spear shot out like a dragon.

With a flash of Chen Zong's figure, the iron sword pierced through the air, and the shadows of the swords intertwined chaotically.

Everyone's eyes widened, trying to see clearly, but the speed of the two was too fast, and they could only see blurred gun lights and sword shadows colliding again and again.

With a long spear in his hand, the Perfect Realm Qianlong's marksmanship is suitable for both near and far.

The three realms of perfection are used alternately, and the power is unpredictable.

"He has cultivated all three foundation-building swordsmanship to perfection." Elder Tang Zhigu was amazed.

As a talented martial artist of the Tang family, Tang Junluo has only perfected the foundation-building martial arts of the horned python boxing and the Qianlong spear, but this martial artist of the Chen family has three. It is four doors.

"It's amazing understanding." Elder Tang Zhigu was amazed again.

"That's right, although this kid's physical talent is mediocre, his understanding is pretty good." Elder Xing laughed.

"No matter how good your comprehension is, you are no match for Jun Luo." Elder Tang Zhigu snorted coldly.

"Hehe, that's not necessarily the case." The outcome is still undecided, and Elder Xing will not admit defeat.

The Qianlong spear technique can exercise 70% of the body when it has been practiced to great success. It is naturally more powerful than the eagle fencing technique. Chen Zong used the three sword techniques to the extreme to resist Tang Junluo's spear attack. Also benefited from Chen Zong's uninterrupted training of the basic 18 moves and the three-character key of fast, accurate and steady, which made Chen Zong's reaction faster and more flexible, and his sword was faster, more accurate, more stable and more free-wheeling.

Fight, fight, fight!

The shadow of the spear swept across all directions, like a dragon diving out of an abyss, flying straight into the sea of clouds, surging endlessly.

The sword light pierced the air, and the sword shadows overlapped, like a willow swaying, and suddenly turned into an eagle and flew up, killing and falling down in an instant.

Gradually, Chen Zong had a new understanding of the three swordsmanship. With the sword swung, the differences between the three swordsmanship seemed to gradually disappear, and there was a tendency to merge into one.

"The sword moves according to the heart and penetrates the mind. This kid has such a high talent for sword practice." Tang Zhigu was surprised again, and a little jealous. Why is this kind of genius not in the Tang family.

Although he still thinks that Chen Zong is not as good as Tang Junluo, but with this talent for sword practice and cultivation, he is bound to become a master of swordsmanship, which is very important for any family.

Tang Junluo was shocked in his heart. He thought that with his own strength, he would be able to defeat the opponent without transferring his blood, but he never expected that it would be a tie. Gradually, the opponent's swordsmanship seemed to be getting better and better. Tendency to self-repress.

"Panlong style!" With a low voice, he swung his guns with both hands to block Chen Zong's iron sword. After that, his blood was transferred, and his skin turned red like a boiled prawn.

"Flying Dragon Style!" The spear swirled and swept out in an instant. Under the terrifying force of 1,400 jin, an astonishing force erupted, and the momentum was shocking, as if there was a roar of a giant beast, like a flying dragon soaring into the sky, smashing the sky, Instantly crush all sword shadows...

(end of this chapter)