The Longtu Dynasty and the Yunlong Dynasty have one thing in common, that is, they are dominated by dragons, whether it is martial arts or martial arts, they must be linked to dragons.
Among the best martial arts of the Longtu Dynasty, the word "Tianlong" is often dubbed "Tianlong".
As the head of the Young Mansion, Long Shaojun has the direct blood of the Longtu royal family, so what he practices is naturally the inherited martial arts of the Longtu royal family.
The heaven-level martial arts inherited from the Longtu Dynasty are collectively called Tianlong Martial Arts, covering seven types of fists, palms, fingers, claws, legs, swords, and swords. This Long Shaojun is extremely talented, majoring in Tianlong claws, and minoring in boxing palms and fingerings. Only now has he been using boxing palms The method and fingering are actually reserved, but now that the claw method is being used, it means that it has put out all its strength.
Tianlong's claws!
This claw quickly enlarged in the air, shining golden light, and directly spanned a distance of more than ten meters. Facing the wind, it became bigger than a person, and grabbed Chen Zong in the air.
Chen Zong immediately had a feeling of being unable to resist, struggle, and dodge, as if he could only stand still and let the opponent grab him with his claws. This feeling is the mystery of Tianlong Claw.
It is impossible for Chen Zong to be slaughtered.
The true power surged, the vertical and horizontal will soared into the sky, the two swords pierced through the air, and the two bright sword lights tore the sky apart.
The sword light shattered, the golden celestial dragon claws fell, and the terrifying force struck. Chen Zong flew upside down, feeling his whole body's muscles, bones and muscles become limp and weak under the impact of the domineering force, and he fell to the ground.
The dust flew up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Chen Zong looked a little pale, his viscera were displaced and damaged, his bones and muscles were torn, and he was seriously injured.
Fortunately, he has mastered the second stage of the Xuanyu Golden Bone Kung Fu, otherwise, if he only relied on the first stage, this blow would probably kill him.
"It's not dead yet." Long Shaojun was very surprised. Just now, that claw had used his seven success powers. Even an ordinary seventh-level true martial artist would surely die. Even if the opponent has a fake spiritual weapon defense, it shouldn't Just resist.
This made Long Shaojun even more fearful. He didn't know that Chen Zong had a superb body training practice, and he had practiced the second level of the Xuanyu Golden Bone Kungfu, which greatly increased his defense power and his ability to save his life.
But there is also a limit, if Long Shaojun's claw was ten times successful, Chen Zong would not be able to hold it.
The injury was too serious, Chen Zong struggled to open his eyes, and felt pain as if being torn apart all over his body, even the movement of raising his arm was extremely difficult, and accompanied by bursts of tearing pain, the pain penetrated to the bone marrow and soul.
A serious injury, an unprecedented serious injury.
Fortunately, Chen Zong's self-healing ability is strong, and a wave of vitality grows in the deepest part of his body, which relieves the injury and then recovers quickly, but it is not so easy to recover from the serious injury.
"For the current plan, the only way is to use the Red Thunder Sword." Chen Zong couldn't help but secretly said.
The Red Thunder Sword was contained within the Xu Mi Jie, and it could appear in the hand as long as the mind moved, and then released the extraordinary sword energy sealed in it, and killed Long Shaojun.
But the time was not yet, because Long Shaojun was not the only one, after killing Long Shaojun, he lost all means, and was driven over by Long Shaojun's subordinates, and there was also only a dead end.
So you have to wait, wait until those people come over, and then use the extraordinary sword energy to kill them all in one fell swoop.
However, Long Shaojun did not give Chen Zong this chance. Originally, he was considering whether to arrest Chen Zong and force him to see if he could get any benefits, or train him to be a running dog or something. Think about it, if something happens, it will be a big trouble, it's better to kill it.
"I'll use 100% of my power to send you on your way." Long Shaojun's expression returned to normal, he raised a finger, and the extremely domineering Tianlong's true power gathered from his body to his finger, emitting a dazzling golden light.
There was a faint sound of dragon chant.
This finger is called Tianlong Finger.
Long Shaojun did not hold back, and he used the power of ten successes. This kind of power is enough to kill an ordinary eighth-level true martial arts fighter on the spot. If he is hit by this finger, Chen Zong will undoubtedly die.
It seems that only the Red Thunder Sword can be used.
"Long Shaojun, you are looking for your own death." The voice was as cold as ice, and it came through the air with extreme sharpness. out.
At the same time, a snow-white sword light pierced through the air and arrived at a faster speed. The air seemed to be frozen, filled with frost, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance floating in it.
The golden light was fast, but it was intercepted and shattered by the snow-white sword light.
Chen Zong breathed a sigh of relief. The Red Thunder Sword was already in his hand, and he was about to release the extraordinary sword energy in it. As the golden light was shattered, Chen Zong also temporarily gave up using the power of the Red Thunder Sword.
With a flash of a figure in front of him, a snow-white and graceful figure appeared, filled with a faint fragrance.
"Zuo Shanmei, this matter has nothing to do with you." Long Shaojun's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with apprehension.
If there was anyone among the geniuses in the second-line camp that would make Long Shaojun afraid, then Zuo Shanmei was one of them. He was not sure of defeating the opponent, or even mobilizing the power of his blood.
"Chen Zong is my junior brother, and he is also the contemporary swordsman of our Zongheng Sword Sect." Zuo Shanmei's eyes seemed to be carved from thousands of years of ice, and the coldness pierced through Long Shaojun's eyes. Cold is different, even Long Shaojun couldn't help feeling chills all over his body.
Knowing that it was Zuo Shanmei who arrived, Chen Zong breathed a sigh of relief again.
This senior sister ranks in the second-tier talent camp, among the top ones, only a genius from Tianshui Sect can match her. As for Long Shaojun now, she is a little worse.
At this time, Long Shaojun's two subordinates at the seventh level of true martial arts also chased after him, and immediately formed a siege, locking Zuo Shanmei with his breath.
But Zuo Shanmei's face was cold, her eyes stared at Long Shaojun, treating the other two as air.
Ordinary seventh-level true martial arts fighters really don't let her take them seriously, at least they must have a cultivation base of eighth-level true martial arts to be noticed.
These two people were not angry at all, because they also recognized Zuo Shanmei's identity.
Anxiangjian Zuo Shanmei, a genius in the second-line camp of Tianjiang Mansion, is said to be somewhat behind even her master, Long Shaojun.
The snow-white long sword is not stained at all. It is said that if you kill someone, it will not be stained with blood, and there will be a faint fragrance on the person who is killed.
With the arrival of Zuo Shanmei, Chen Zong was able to take out the elixir and take it to speed up the recovery of the injury, and got up in front of him in a short while.
"Zuo Shanmei, you really want to fight against me." Seeing Chen Zong standing up, Long Shaojun's eyelids twitched, knowing that if he didn't kill Chen Zong this time, he would be afraid of endless troubles, so he took a deep breath: "Zuo Shanmei, I just need to entangle you, and two of my subordinates are enough to kill Chen Zong."
"You can try." Zuo Shanmei's expression was still cold, and her words were so sharp that it was suffocating.
"Zuo Shanmei, I admit that you are indeed stronger than me now, but you dare not do anything because I can stop you." Long Shaojun spoke again.
"You can try." Zuo Shanmei's answer was exactly the same, but the sharpness in it made Long Shaojun want to suffocate, like a sword coming to his body.
A trace of breath diffused from Zuo Shanmei's graceful body, like an invisible sword energy of ice and snow stirring in all directions, which immediately made Long Shaojun tremble all over.
"The peak of the seventh level of true martial arts..." Long Shaojun lost his voice.
Zuo Shanmei's cultivation has become even stronger, even if she can't defeat her all at once, if she persists, she may be in trouble.
Long Shaojun's complexion changed back and forth, his eyes flickered, and he was struggling in his heart, while Chen Zong was recovering quickly.
"Chen Zong, remember, killing some of my subordinates will not stop here." Long Shaojun gritted his teeth, and finally said to Chen Zong, threatening him as much as possible, as if this could save a little face.
Then, Long Shaojun turned around and strode away. His two subordinates had solemn faces, and they also followed after taking a few steps back.
A chase cost a few lives, but in the end he failed to kill Chen Zong as he wished. The annoyance in Long Shaojun's heart was beyond words.
He also had some regrets, he had underestimated Chen Zong, and he hadn't shown his full strength.
After all, he thinks that Chen Zong is a threat, but that is also a threat of talent, and it will take time to grow up and truly pose a threat to himself. Coupled with his background, talent, and self-confidence that he has cultivated for a long time, he has invisibly underestimated Chen Zong. How much is Zong.
This kind of invisible contempt originating from the subconscious made Long Shaojun not do his best when he shot. He also felt that he didn't need to do his best to kill Chen Zong, but unfortunately, he underestimated Chen Zong and did not expect Chen Zong Zong's body training will be so high, and his life-saving ability will be so strong.
Now that Zuo Shanmei came, she completely missed the chance to kill Chen Zong.
He has the hole cards, but Zuo Shanmei also has the hole cards, and it is no worse than him.
If you insist on killing Chen Zong, the consequences will be unpredictable, and Long Shaojun also hates this feeling.
In the final analysis, Long Shaojun likes to control everything in his hands, beyond his control is not tolerated.
"Thank you Senior Sister Zuo." Chen Zong recovered from his injuries and was basically able to move, so he walked up to Zuo Shanmei and bowed to thank him.
"You are the contemporary swordsman of Jianzong, and you are my junior brother." The coldness in Zuo Shanmei's eyes became a little bit colder, and her tone was not as cold as when she spoke to Long Shaojun.
"No matter what, Senior Sister saved my life." Chen Zong said with a smile.
"You are seriously injured, take this little Huanyang pill." Zuo Shanmei was not good at words, and without saying anything else, she took out a gem-like red pill from the mustard bag and handed it to Chen Zong. A faint fragrance wafted over.
"Small Huanyang Pill." Chen Zong was surprised, this is a very good healing elixir, and it is very valuable: "Senior sister, there is no need, my injury will recover after a while."
But Zuo Shanmei stuffed Xiao Huanyang Pill into Chen Zong's hands: "I will protect you and recover from your injuries as soon as possible."
"Okay..." Chen Zong couldn't help being speechless, but he still took the Xiao Huanyang Pill, sat down cross-legged and performed exercises to dissolve the medicine's power, and the medicine power of Xiao Huanyang Pill spread out, and the displaced viscera and six internal organs have been restored. The medicinal power of Huanyang Pill recovers quickly, and when the viscera are fully recovered, the remaining medicinal power diffuses to the muscles, bones and muscles, and recovers quickly, and the pain is quickly relieved.
Zuo Shanmei, who is dressed in a snow-white sword robe, has a tall and graceful body as straight as a sword, and stands on the top of the snow-capped mountain like a snow-white plum, facing the wind, with an indescribable and peerless demeanor.
(end of this chapter)