The wind is coming.
The black shadow is like a dark cloud, and the hands are hidden in the sleeves of the robe, as if a poisonous snake is haunting.
The sound of hissing and hissing continued, as if a snake was swimming around his neck, and his whole body felt chills.
Chen Zong seemed to have seen a pitch-black boa constrictor rolling over to kill him, threatening the surface intensely.
Afterimage!
A sword slashed out, and the sword light lit up, dazzling, and dimmed instantly, turning into a shadow covering the attack, and the change between light and dark affected the black shadow's eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.
Snapshots!
The eight sword lights lined up one by one, slashed out, and directly covered the black shadow, but the black shadow's body turned and twisted strangely, and the power of both hands exploded. After smashing the two sword lights in a strange way, it slipped through, Putting his hands together, it opened like a snake's mouth, and slammed Chen Zong's chest, making an astonishing sound of breaking the wind.
Cross sword!
Wrist shake!
The blade trembled, and the light shone.
The sword collided with both hands, and after an instant stagger, they immediately rushed towards the opponent again.
It seems to trade injuries for injuries and risk lives.
But the black shadow instantly retreated, bypassed, and shot again from the side.
"The so-called ruthless means not only being decisive and resolute, showing no mercy to the enemy, but also being ruthless enough to yourself, so that you can die and survive." A kind of enlightenment flashed in his mind, and suddenly, Chen Zong realized that The mastery of the four-character tactic of swordsmanship has gone a step further, especially the ruthless-character tactic, which is a combination of quickness, accuracy and stability, and it has a feeling of understanding the essence.
Sword, sword, sword!
Chen Zong was committed to concentrating on attacking. Every time the opponent made a move, he never broke out the power of Qi and blood, and the number of times he even used the power of Qi and blood was very small, and the strength was not very strong, which meant that the opponent was seriously injured.
Under his own sword, the opponent either dodges or strikes from the side, and never dares to touch head-on, which shows that the opponent is very afraid of the sharpness of the sword in his hand.
That being the case, I can be more powerful and fearless, and give full play to my advantages.
Afterimage!
Brush the willows!
Eagle strike!
Eight Styles of True Sword!
The foundation-building swordsmanship of the four gates, which reached a subtle level, was performed alternately, and the switching and connection between the moves became more and more perfect.
This black shadow's cultivation was extremely high, if he hadn't suffered heavy injuries, Chen Zong would not be his all-in-one enemy at all.
Also because of the heavy injuries, he could only display a little bit of strength, he couldn't even explode the power of blood, and he couldn't use the martial arts of the first level. The application of foundation-building martial arts has reached an astonishing level, and his experience in life-and-death combat is very rich. These are his advantages.
At this time, Chen Zong used the opponent's fighting experience and the subtle application of martial arts to sharpen himself, improve his fighting experience, sharpen his fighting skills, and enhance his control of the sword.
A strong enemy is undoubtedly the best whetstone, and also an excellent combat instructor. He can stimulate his own potential between life and death, and then improve all aspects of himself, and firmly remember it.
As time passed, Sombra keenly grasped that the opponent's fighting skills had improved in a straight line.
If it is said that the other party has shown superb swordsmanship attainments before, he has also cultivated several foundation-building swordsmanship to the subtle level, which makes him very shocked, but one thing is certain, that is, the other party's fighting skills are beyond him. Come on, it's pretty obvious.
Now, it is rising in a straight line and approaching him. This speed makes him terrified.
"There is this kind of monster that can catch up with me in just a short fight. Once it grows up, it will definitely become a strong enemy of our sect." Heiying secretly made up his mind and immediately made up his mind to kill the opponent as soon as possible. .
His figure was slippery but he flicked and flicked in an instant, his hands alternated, opening and closing like a snake's mouth, biting fiercely at the dazzling sword light coming from the slashing attack, biting fiercely.
The legs bounced up from under the sleeves of the robe, like an angry python, bursting out with terrifying power, and blasted towards Chen Zong's legs.
Unexpectedly, the sword light was only swaying, dimmed in an instant, turned into a shadow and shattered under the hands, and flashed dazzlingly again in an instant. The sword, impacting on the body, hurts as if being cut.
The change was too fast and too sudden, and the black shadow hurriedly backed away, but was a little slower.
With a scoffing sound, the black robe was torn apart under the light of the sword, and even his chest was split open, blood flowing horizontally.
A flash of horror flashed in Chen Zong's eyes. At that moment, he caught a glimpse of the opponent's body under the black robe, which seemed to have fine snake scales.
"You succeeded in angering me." The black shadow shook, and was separated by the torn black robe, revealing a long and flexible body. Sure enough, there were fine and dense traces of snake scales on his body, which seemed to be painted on, or seemed to be drawn from the skin. What grows from the bottom, especially the chest is the most clear.
A somewhat fuzzy face was covered with coldness, and the eyes shone with a faint green luster, which made the temperature in the cave belly seem to drop a lot.
"Demonization!" A hoarse and obscure voice sounded, right in front of Chen Zong, this person's body twisted strangely, like a snake, which made Chen Zong feel creepy.
The snake scales on the body became clearer as the body twisted, and gradually spread all over the body. An originally gloomy face seemed to be stretched, and it seemed to be between the human face and the snake's head. It was also covered with snake scales, and the tongue Spit out, grow elongated, and make a hissing sound.
"Hiss... It forced me to demonize and show my real body. You can be proud. You should feel lucky to die under my real body." It seemed to be twisting all the time, and his arms were shaking like two poisonous snakes, which brought Chen Zong a very uncomfortable feeling.
This kind of thing is neither human nor monster, it seems to be something in between, it looks very disgusting, and it has a great impact on Chen Zong.
"What kind of monster are you?" Chen Zong's scalp was numb, and a chill spread across his spine. He took a deep breath and clenched the sword in his hand to calm himself down. His eyes then became sharper, as if piercing through everything. dark.
"Monster...you humble ant, you actually called me a monster...you should die..." The extremely sharp voice pierced through the brain like a magic voice, and the moment the word "death" just sounded, the snake man had exploded at an astonishing speed, approaching Chen Zong's arms came out of the hole like a poisonous snake, and countless snake shadows bloomed, his legs were like a big python's fury, and he bombarded him fiercely.
The pressure surged.
The shadow of death hangs over.
After becoming half human and half snake, the strength of this enemy is even more terrifying.
That cold breath made Chen Zong suffocate, and he seemed to be unable to move.
Resisting with all his strength, the first stage of the True Sword Heaven's Absolute Kung Fu operated to the extreme, as if breaking some shackles in an instant, the power of Qi and blood surged, and Chen Zong immediately felt that the connection between himself and the sword in his hand seemed to be stronger. further.
The first level of the true sword heavenly skill--practice it!
Slashing with a sword, the sharper sword light seems to split the invisible pressure, and the swords follow each other, turning into more than a dozen sword lights, which are divided into upper and lower, and simultaneously kill the snake man's arms and legs, but the footsteps are one step One flick and slide back.
Snapshots!
The eight sword lights were shining, and they rushed forward one after another, staggering back and forth, a kind of enlightenment suddenly emerged, but there was no time to study it carefully.
Under the sword light, the snake man twisted his body to avoid it.
With a flickering phantom in one hand, he slammed the Baotie sword fiercely. A terrifying force burst out, and the Baotie sword trembled.
Second strike!
Bao Tie Jian let go and flew upwards.
The third blow hit Chen Zong's chest hard, there was no way to dodge it, Chen Zong raised his right arm to resist.
There was a clicking sound, and the heavy iron armguard on his right arm was instantly shattered. The huge force made Chen Zong retreat, his right arm was in great pain, and the hardness of the heavy iron armguard shook the snake man's palm back.
Baotie sword fell, Chen Zong opened his left hand and clasped the hilt.
Sword-cutting style!
One sword, as if it could split mountains and break mountains.
"Left-handed sword!" The snake man was shocked.
This person is only in his teens, and he was very shocked to be able to cultivate the right-handed swordsmanship to such an extent. He can also wield a sword with his left hand, and it looks no less inferior to his right hand.
A sword slashed down, the sword light was extremely dazzling, the momentum was frightening, and the sharpness was shocking.
There is no way to dodge, the snake man can only raise his arms to resist, his strength is concentrated, and his forearms are bulging.
The sword rises and the sword falls, without hesitation, ruthless and decisive.
Baotie Sword's own sharp and fine-grained sword-cutting style is even more astonishing. The first step of the real sword Tianjue Kungfu has been practiced, and its power has been increased by 10%. The power of this sword has reached the extreme.
The sword edge touched the snake scale on his arm, and Chen Zong immediately felt the slipperiness and tenacity of the snake scale.
push down!
The sword's edge broke through the scales of the snake, cut straight between the arms, and chopped off the bones.
An obscure voice sounded, Chen Zong yelled violently, and exerted all his strength for the second time.
Cut off bones, cut off arms.
The strange green blood sprayed, and the stench filled the air, accompanied by shrill screams.
Kicking out with his right leg, he hit the snake man's chest hard, the iron sword trembled, and the sword light was chaotic, stabbing at the snake man's body, breaking the snake's scales, leaving a wound, dripping with blood.
Losing an arm, the snake man also temporarily lost his balance, and the severe pain hit him, making him not react as usual.
"Damn thing...you dare to break my arm..." The voice was as shrill as a devil crying, and the other arm of the snake man turned into countless snake shadows and struck out, but he retreated rapidly, bursting out at an astonishing speed, like a boa constrictor going into the hole go outside.
Through the darkness, Chen Zong could vaguely see a palm print on his back.
Chase!
But the snake man rushed out of the cave, ran into the rainstorm, and escaped into the grass. Chen Zong chased it for dozens of meters, but he couldn't find the snake man at all, so he had to retreat into the cave.
Re-entering the belly of the cave, I saw the broken arm on the ground, the snake scales disappeared, and it returned to the appearance of a human arm.
"What the hell is this?" Chen Zong stared at the severed arm, very puzzled.
It is certain that that guy must be a human being, but for some unknown reason, he turned into that monster.
Moreover, after turning into that monster's appearance, his strength has become even stronger, far exceeding the standard of a thousand catties, and the snake scales on his body have an astonishing defensive power. It is estimated that even the sharpness of a refined iron sword cannot break through Fortunately, I was holding a precious iron sword.
Kicking the broken arm to the corner, Chen Zong walked towards the stone slab. There was a bundle next to the slate. He opened it with his sword, and a lot of things scattered out.
An oiled paper package, five white porcelain bottles, more than a dozen herbs, three books, and an irregular triangular black iron sheet the size of a fist.
(end of this chapter)