Sword God

"It seems that everyone wants to compete for the top three." Qin Xinshi hangs a smile on his lips. With such a spirit of contention, he is happy to see: "The rules are still the same as before. Do n’t intentionally cause serious injuries, disability, Don't deliberately join forces against one person, and now a hundred people start a scuffle. "

Almost as soon as Qin Xinshi's voice fell, one hundred people moved and immediately moved their feet, quickly distanced themselves from others, and then waited for the opportunity.

Being able to survive the two melees not only has luck, but also comprehensive strength.

For a moment, no one shot easily, his eyes were looking to the left and right and to the front, alert, and trying to keep no enemies behind him.

A peculiar scene appeared, with a hundred people distributed around the edge of the Datongtai, watching one after another.

Immediately, some people started to move, and when they shot, they went to the side to form a serial reaction, and everyone moved with it.

The punches are broken, the palms are roaring, the legs are running, the swords are sharp, the swords are cold ...

Everyone showed his true ability, but he didn't go all out. Under the melee, it is necessary to keep his hands.

Chen Zongjian swept through the air like a lightning and wiped out a spark of ignition.

Under the sword, one person was repulsed, but did not fall on the ring, but then someone seized the opportunity to attack continuously, until the person was forced to fall back to the ring, like this, it is not a deliberate cooperation, not against the rules.

As the first person fell to the ring, it seemed as if a precedent was set, and the second and third soon appeared.

"A five-layer Qiqi blood environment, think of the top three." A warrior at the top of the six-qi Qiqi environment quietly killed from behind, shot decisively fiercely, and slammed into the back of Chen Zong like a mountain.

Chen Zong's body was like a willow, floating forward with the palm wind, and then flickered, disappeared in front of the man's eyes, the sword light turned across the sky, bringing light and shadow interlaced, and a sword was chopped directly on his back, immediately Feeling his back torn and blood flowing out.

Immediately, there was a fist roar on the front, and Chen Zong punched him in various ways, knocking him down the ring.

Swords rushed away, the sword light changed, or light or fast or severe or fierce, each sword has a force of at least three thousand pounds, under the outbreak, it is difficult to resist.

One two three ...

"Good boy." Qin Xinshi's eyes brightened again. From the start of the melee, his main attention was focused on Chen Zong again. It was found that Chen Zong was not only superb in swordsmanship, but also quite experienced in combat, and he had a good grasp of timing. Fully possessed the qualities of a truly strong man.

Of course, at this time, Chen Zongxiu is still weak and weak, which only means that he has great potential.

For a warrior, potential is very important. Without potential, it means that there is not much future. The word potential is not a single talent that can be replaced. It concerns many aspects.

Talent, mind, will, etc.

When looking at Chen Zong, he will also look at Tang Junluo Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng. These three people who are tied with Chen Zong as Feng Wu Si Xiaoying, although not as good as Chen Zong, cannot be underestimated, especially Tang Junluo, during the period of the warrior, he would be tempered eight times with a whole body. This is also a few talents that can be reached throughout the history of Qisong Wuyuan.

Bao Tiejian was in the hands of Chen Zong, as if he was going to live. There were many changes. The opponent's attack was killed, and soon he would be broken by Chen Zong's sword. Then he found a flaw, straight ahead and defeated.

One side of the Chen family looked at Chen Zong's look of ease on the grandstand, and smiled.

"The two who besieged Chen Zong were helped by drizzle. Deal with it." Elder Wei's eyes flashed a bit of fierce might, and it was dangerous. Chen Zong was about to be seriously injured and disqualified.

As there were fewer and fewer people on the platform, everyone's pressure increased.

This kind of melee is like a big wave scouring the sand, leaving behind the essence.

The three of Chen Zong and Tang Junluo still did not meet directly. Maybe they have a subconscious in their respective hearts.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Qin's new-style voice sounded. Everyone paused on the stage. At a glance, there were only ten of them left: "Now, ten of you will decide the last three." , According to where you stand, from left to right, number one to ten in turn. "

Chen Zong is No. 3, Tang Jun Luo is No. 2, Li Zhenshi is No. 6, and Zhao Wangcheng is No. 8.

"No. 1 vs. No. 10, No. 2 vs. No. 9, No. 3 vs. No. 8, No. 4 vs. No. 7, No. 5 vs. No. 6, and the winner was promoted to compete for the top three." Qin Xinshi said briefly: "Except Beyond the 1st and the 10th, the other eight people are temporarily waiting aside. "

No. 1 comes from the Tang giants, No. 10 comes from a small family, both of them are at the top of the sixth floor of Qi and Blood, and No. 10 can kill out of more than 900 people and even enter the final showdown. I have to say my strength Extraordinary.

No. 1 spear was in hand and dancing, whistling away with a violent whirlwind.

On the 10th, the axe was practiced. Warriors using this type of weapon were relatively rare, either very bad or brilliant. No doubt the 10th was quite outstanding in the use of the axe, otherwise it would have been eliminated.

But in the end, it was No. 1 with high skills, after all, it was from a wealthy family, and it has the heritage that ordinary small families don't have.

No. 1 won the promotion and was defeated on the 10th and was naturally eliminated.

The second game, No. 2 vs. No. 9.

The second is Tang Junluo. His opponent is Sun Li, the grandson of one of the five major families.

One is built for the fifth-level peak of Qi and Blood, and the other is built for the sixth-level peak of Qi and Blood. But who can win is hard to say.

The golden dragon pattern spear was in his hands, and Tang Junluo's eyes were domineering, as if he was a king who led his soldiers to the battlefield. His opponent was dignified and did not dare to be underestimated.

war!

Sun Li took a shot, and his body shaped like a cheetah made an assault. When approaching Junjun Luo, his fists exploded quickly. The whole person seemed to really become a cheetah, and he was extremely fierce and vigorous.

Tang Junluo's eyes became sharp, and his spears burst out. The spear was in his hand, and it bounced, as if the Qianlong was out of the abyss.

Sun Li rolled over, avoiding the stab of the spear, and instantly broke out to kill Tang Junluo at a faster speed. Tang Junluo's arms trembled, and the golden spear trembled like waves, which stirred and cracked fiercely, causing an amazing momentum.

Sun Li rolled over again, avoiding a long shot, and bombarded the ring, smashing a crack directly on the ring, spreading away.

Standing up, Sun Li unfolded his fists like a cheetah, fast and fierce, attacked in series, the fist of the whistling sharp, can crush bluestone, and oppressed Tang Junluo.

Tang Junluo had to practice martial arts, retreating like a dragon.

The spear was picked one by one, the golden gun shadow turned empty, and it turned into countless guns to kill.

Sun Li's blood power erupted completely, a violent roar, as if the phantom of a cheetah emerged, smashing the gun, punching Tang Junluo's chest, hit Tang Junluo back and forth, but he was hit by a lot of guns Blood dripping everywhere.

It can be regarded as both losses, but Tang Junluo wore a silver wire armour to offset part of the power of that punch. In addition to his own resistance, he was only slightly injured.

Sun Li looked like there were many wounds, dripping with blood, but it was only minor injuries.

We haven't really decided yet, and we can fight again.

In the end, Sun Li retreated. He was very clear that in his own state, he might be able to beat Tang Junluo, but he was bound to be injured. The next game, it was difficult to play, and the top three were hopeless.

Tang Junluo won.

In the third game, No. 3 was played against No. 8.

The true sword Chen Zong's duel against Zhao Wangcheng is undoubtedly exciting.

At the last dragon-raising conference hosted by Tang Junluo, Chen Zong and Li Zhenshi respectively met Tang Junluo, but they did not fight against Zhao Wangcheng. Now, it is here.

"Chen Zong, I will defeat you." Zhao Wangcheng's eyes were so cold that his tone was like a knife.

"Come on." Chen Zong smiled, and Bao Tiejian pointed directly at Zhao Wangcheng. To be honest, he was still a little curious about Zhao Wangcheng, after all, he was also one of the four heroes of Fengwu.

Zhao Wangcheng's face was cold, stepped out one step, straight into the sword, the long knife glowed with chill, turned into a cold knife light, rushed like lightning, and the amazing chill swept the shock.

Chen Zong did not shy away, stepping forward one step, there was a kind of indomitable decisiveness, his wrist trembled, Bao Tiejian pulled out the sword flowers, diffused, and then, among the sword flowers, A Mori sword rushed away.

Sword Qihui!

Shown by Zhao Wangcheng, it was the thirteen kills of the cold front of the Zhao family ’s base-building knife method, which is fierce, one blade is stronger than the other, and the swords are connected, and the thirteenth sword is continuously displayed. Can become very scary.

In addition, after such a period of time, Zhao Wangcheng finally seized the opportunity to cultivate the cold front thirteen kills to the utmost depth, and the power was stronger.

The blood and blood handling is as sharp as a blade, which further strengthens the power of the cold front's thirteen kills.

Chen Zong was not weak at all, and the thunder and thunder swords unfolded in the micro realm. The strong light and thunder intersect. The sound is amazing. The sword is extremely strong and crushes every blade of light.

On power, the Lightning Sword is no less inferior to Leng Feng's thirteen kills.

On combat experience and skills and grasp of timing, Chen Zong even beat Zhao Wangcheng.

On the revision, the two were flush.

On the practice method, Chen Zong's true sword days are even stronger.

However, after three or five moves, Chen Zong began to prevail and suppressed Zhao Wangcheng.

"Ice flow knife ice flow cut!"

Without any hesitation, Zhao Wangcheng directly exploded the power of blood, and exhibited the first-level ice stream cutting of the human-level middle-class martial arts ice flow knife method. More domineering.

With a single blade, an astonishing cold light appeared, as if frozen in ice, and turned into a landslide. The chill pervaded the air, and the air seemed to be surrounded by white mist.

Chen Zong not only did not evade, but instead slashed out with one sword, the eight sword lights turned into one instantly, and it was unstoppable.

"Spectral without shadow really reached the state of great success!" Elder Wei and other Chen family narrowed their eyes, secretly excited, I heard before, I saw it with my own eyes today.

Directly crushed the icy stream of sword light, hit the long sword, split into the moment of Zhao Wangcheng, the wrist turned, changed to the sword body to beat, and repelled Zhao Wangcheng.

Zhao Wangcheng had a silver wire armour on his body. He was not seriously injured, but was repelled and could not stop. He quit after more than a dozen steps.

There is no doubt that he was hit by a long knife in his hand and lost.