"as you wish!"
In the surprise and anticipation of everyone, Chen Zong walked fast.
Pointing, flicking, and sliding alternately, quickly backed up to the front of the seat, clasped the hilt of the sword lying quietly on the table with his left hand, and drew a perfect arc inward with his right hand.
The sound of the Qingyou sword rang in my ears, it was the sound of friction between the sword body and the scabbard.
The footsteps are staggered back and forth, the body is low, the center of gravity is in the front, the body is turned to the left, the left hand clasps the scabbard close to the waist, the five fingers of the right hand are bluffed, close to the hilt, and the eyes become so sharp that people cannot look directly at them.
Traces of indescribable sharpness condensed on Chen Zong's body, and diffused in an instant. The whole person seemed to have become a divine sword. At the moment, the earth-shattering weeping ghosts and gods.
Of the Eight Forms of the True Sword... Fujian Form!
"What kind of sword technique is that?"
"What a sharp feeling."
Exclamations sounded one after another.
Yang Yigu, Li Zhenshi and other sword practitioners almost stood up with surprise on their faces. They could more clearly feel the incomparable sharpness condensed on Chen Zong.
Incomparable momentum, unique.
As if... as if it was perfectly integrated with the sword in his hand.
As if... the whole thing is a real sword... a sharp sword!
Tang Junluo's eyes seemed to be shining with golden light. With a low drink, like a dragon's roar, he swung his spear with both hands and stabbed out of the air, turning into a golden dragon and rushing out of the abyss, carrying unparalleled power and power, like smashing a mountain. Blast to Chen Zong.
There was a burst of sharpness, the body trembled slightly, the five fingers of the right hand opened wide, and then clasped the hilt of the sword, and drew the sword!
The sound of the sword is melodious, if the lingering sound can circle the beam for three days.
The sharp sword light cuts through the air, like the waning moon in the night sky, it is the best in the past and the present.
Draw the sword!
Under the Fierce Tiger Kung Fu, the power of qi and blood circulates, and the arm strength reaches the perfection of two thousand catties. The sword-drawing pose is extremely tyrannical. No matter how hard you are, you can't resist this sword. The sharpness of the precious iron sword is urged Send it to the extreme, and cut everything.
As soon as the sword cut through, the golden flood dragon seemed to let out a mournful cry, the dragon's head was cut off, and it collapsed directly.
Thanks to the basic eighteen moves and fast, accurate and steady practice, and the three foundation-building swordsmanship that have reached the subtle state, the eight real sword moves have gone a step further to the perfect state, and are closer to the subtle state.
His body shape is like waves, and when he retreats and advances, his aura is unstoppable, as if he is going forward without hesitation.
There is no return to the sword!
There is a lot of momentum!
Chongjian style!
Tang Junluo shook his shot and turned into a flying dragon.
Tamron style!
But that Tenglong was defeated under the tyrannical impact of the sword rushing style, unrivaled.
"What the hell is that?"
"Why is it so scary?"
Everyone around was terrified.
It wasn't that they made a fuss, but that the swordsmanship that Chen Zong used was too powerful. Compared with the ordinary human-level low-grade swordsmanship of the first stage, it was not inferior, and even more useful.
After all, there is no need to expend energy and blood to perform the foundation-building swordsmanship.
Have fun!
Such is the feeling that a good sword brings to Chen Zong, as if there are thousands of troops and horses, he can also cut them with one sword.
The pride suddenly burst out, and I asked who in the world can stop me
Ring Sword Style!
Sword-cutting style!
At this moment, the power gap between the two sides seemed to be eliminated, except for the stunning sword light, which seemed to pierce everything and slash everything.
Tang Junluo gritted his teeth. He had no idea anyway. Chen Zongyi, who was holding a precious iron sword, used that sword technique, which was so terrifying that it was completely beyond his expectations. At the same time, he also understood that this paragraph Time itself has made obvious progress, and the other party's progress, I'm afraid it will be even greater.
But so what
I have a dragon spear in hand, who can break through it
Confidence rises, momentum condenses, and becomes stronger. Indistinctly, there seems to be a dragon chant coming from outside the sky, and it seems to come from Tang Junluo's body. Under the pressure, there was a slight transformation.
Chaotic sword style!
The sword light splashes, like a butterfly piercing a flower, like a rainstorm pouring down, dense and continuous, as if endless, like a huge wave emptying and surging.
Back off!
Tang Junluo held the gun with both hands and tried his best to resist, but he couldn't help but retreated one step after another.
The collision of swords and guns, the ear-piercing sound of gold and iron piercing through gold and cracking stones, and countless sparks blooming like meteors in summer night, sprinkled endlessly in the eyes, making people dazzled, heart-swaying, and blood-boiling .
Rapid Sword Style!
A sword, like riding the wind and piercing the sky, like a meteor chasing the moon, like coming from the void outside the sky, passing through the blinding flowers, passing through the mountains, and passing through the sky and the sun.
A little bit of cold light, like a flying star in the sky, magnifies in front of Tang Junluo, fills the whole world, and magnifies in the eyes of everyone, leaving the world alone.
Fast to the extreme!
The arms swelled, the blue veins protruded like pythons, the strength seemed to exceed the limit, the hands swirled, and the spear rolled like a wheel and was airtight.
The tip of the sword was retracted at one point, but the power exploded in an instant, making the golden dragon spear in Tang Junluo's hand tremble, his arms trembled, and he retreated again and again.
Take a heavy step forward with your left foot, turn your body to the right as hard as you can, hold the sword in your right arm as if drawing a big bow, and raise your sword finger with your left hand to point directly at Tang Junluo. The right arm and the right arm swelled in a circle, and the blood was about to spurt out like volcanic magma, and the extremely tyrannical power could not be spit out.
Explosive sword style!
The last and strongest sword of the Eight Forms of True Sword.
A single sword seems to be able to break boulders, penetrate mountains, break the earth, go straight to the sky and break the nine heavens, penetrate the stars and penetrate the moon, and the moon destroys the stars.
Everyone felt a terrifying edge, as if it was going to crush them all and turn them into dust, which made them terrified.
"Canglong Style!"
The pressure Tang Junluo was under was the most direct and intense. He was about to suffocate and almost collapsed, but he firmly believed, broke out with all his strength, and let out a loud roar, like a blue dragon sailing out to sea for nine days.
The dragon spear was pushed to the extreme, and the dragon pattern on the spear exuded a blood-colored brilliance, as if it was about to turn into a dragon and leave the spear with its teeth and claws.
The giant roar and the force of the gun merged into one, exerting all the strength and power of the whole body, breaking some kind of shackles in an instant, and stepping into a new realm.
Qianlong marksmanship... down to the smallest detail!
One shot in the Canglong style, I am invincible!
This is the strongest blow collision, whoever wins will be judged as success or failure.
Sword and Spear, Sword Point and Spear Point, Explosive Sword Style and Black Dragon Style!
collision!
There was a sharp tearing of the eardrums, and immediately, I couldn't hear anything. Countless sparks splashed in front of my eyes, the colors faded and became black and white, and everything that was empty was blurred and distorted.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths!
It took more than a dozen breaths before the faint voice sounded, as if slowly coming from the sky, it became clear, the black and white in front of my eyes were dyed, gradually became vivid, and returned to its original state.
Chen Zong took five big steps back, his feet left five marks on the hard floor, the body of the sword trembled wildly, the right hand holding the sword trembled, the tiger's mouth cracked, and a trace of blood red flowed down the hilt.
Tang Junluo's hands were empty, his palms were scratched, blood oozed out and stained his palms red, his hands were still trembling, the golden dragon gun was thrust into the back of the seat behind Tang Junluo at some point, and the body of the gun shook.
But the eyes of the two are still sharp and domineering.
All around, there was a dead silence, not even the sound of breathing could be heard, only the shaking of the sword body and gun body could be clearly seen.
It took more than a dozen breaths before there were other sounds.
"Chen Zong, you have won this battle." Tang Junluo put his hands behind his back and said heartily.
"I should have won." Chen Zong admitted without hesitation, put the sword into its sheath, grabbed the white cloth on one side, and wiped the blood on the hilt.
In the end, it seems evenly matched, but one person has a sword in his hand and the other has a gun, so there will naturally be a conclusion.
He took a closer look at the sword in his hand, and found that there was no damage in such a collision. It really deserved to be a precious iron sword, and Chen Zong couldn't put it down even more.
"Wonderful!" Tang Junhao clapped his hands, making no secret of his admiration. Even with his cultivation at the sixth level of Qi and Blood Realm, he felt that this battle was extremely exciting and impeccable, which made people's blood boil.
The applause was very intense. At this moment, no matter who it was, they let go of their grudges.
Because they are all warriors.
The applause stopped.
"Chen Zong, what is the name of the sword technique you use?" Tang Junluo asked, and everyone also pricked up their ears, very curious.
"The eight moves of the true sword." Chen Zong said indifferently.
"Eight Styles of the True Sword?" Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. They had never heard of this name, even Li Zhenshi, who was the young master of the swordsmanship family, had never heard of it.
But it doesn't hinder, from now on, the name of this sword technique will be imprinted in their hearts forever, and they will never forget it until death.
"True Sword Eight Styles... Your sword can be called True Sword Wushuang." Tang Junluo said.
"It's not enough." Chen Zong said, not being modest, but telling the truth.
At this point, the competition of the Rising Dragon Club was basically over. Chen Zong and Tang Junluo applied medicine to the wound to stop the bleeding.
Everyone didn't leave in a hurry, but continued to stay, discussing their own opinions and exchanging martial arts experience.
"Thank you for the banquet, goodbye."
"Farewell."
"Farewell."
There is no permanent banquet in the world, and the rising dragon will last for a long time, and it should end. Everyone got up to bid farewell to Tang Junhao and Tang Junluo.
"Chen Zong, I had a lot of fun fighting today, but in the future, I will fight you again, and I will definitely defeat you." Tang Junluo looked directly at Chen Zong and said word by word, without being discouraged by the momentary defeat. High morale.
"I won't stand still." Chen Zong smiled and raised the sword in his hand: "Also, thank you for your precious iron sword, I like it very much."
"Tang Junluo, I am very dissatisfied with today's battle. In the future, I will definitely ask you to show all your strength." Zhao Wangcheng's face was stern.
"You can't catch up with me." Tang Junluo declared domineeringly.
"Let's go, let's go, do you want to find a place to drink?" Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong on the shoulder and asked.
"Next time." Chen Zong responded with a smile, he still has things to do, drinking or something, it's not that important.
"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor. If I have a chance, I will discuss with you." Li Zhenshi left a sentence when he walked by.
"Brother Li, wait a moment." Chen Zong hurriedly chased after him, and he wanted to ask what is the realm above the subtle realm.
(end of this chapter)