Sword God

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"Tiger Leaping Qianshan!"

"Tigers roar!"

"Futura!"

It seems that a fierce tiger roars, exudes demon power, and relentlessly rushes to Chen Zong, especially the last one, which combines the power of a powerful force and is astonishing.

But Chen Zong still wielded the sword one by one to resist it, and it was unbreakable.

The last sword swept out, and the sword continued to split, flying the opponent.

Win another game.

Then, Chen Zong won one sword at a time, and his opponent was too weak, so he couldn't stop himself with a sword.

Ninety consecutive victories!

"Ninety consecutive victories."

"Great."

"He should challenge a hundred games in a row."

"Our winning streak has not appeared for a long time, and finally someone will challenge it."

"It's a ninety-game winning streak. It's too easy." The young men suddenly laughed.

"Looks like, I will come to play another day, it's good to take a hundred winning streak and leave a statue here for admiration." One of the young people laughed, as if the challenge of the battlefield is very easy. You can get as many winning streaks as you need.

"I see. It's better that you come to participate the day after tomorrow, and then confront Chen Zong and end his winning streak."

"Okay, just do that."

In a few words, a few young people made a decision.

After winning the ninety-game winning streak, Chen Zong got up and left the battlefield, went shopping without any leisure, went directly to his residence, and continued to participate in the trick.

With Chen Zong's efforts, the tricks became a little clearer, but there is still a lot of time to form.

The exterior of the house was brightly lit, and people were talking about it, and they were all about the battlefields. The word Chen Zong has been mentioned all the time, just like hanging on the lips of everyone.

Those young people were eating in the restaurant, and the voices around them always brought the words such as cross swords or Chen Zong from time to time, and the more they got bored, the more they became violent.

"Shut up!" The youth with narrow eyes shouted in a cold voice, and the whole body exuded a breathtaking cold and sharp breath. If the invisible sword air broke, everyone in the restaurant shuddered.

"Chen Zong, Chen Zong, Chen Zong, what kind of thing is he?"

"Whoever dares to mention the name, I will kill anyone."

The words fell, the ice cold killer spread, and the whole restaurant seemed to be crushed.

One after another did not dare to squeak, and did not even dare to move, lest they be killed.

"Okay, what's the matter with a group of ants?" The voice, led by several youths, has a high level of indifference, which is very uncomfortable.

"Huh." The young man sat down, his face cold.

The killer dissipated, and everyone in the restaurant didn't even dare to move. It took a while for someone to stand up and leave. In a short time, the whole restaurant left only a few people. These people ate for themselves. They are all pseudo-transcendent realms, and naturally they will not fear a few real martial realms.

On the contrary, they were quite disdainful, but Chen Zong had no relationship with himself and others, and naturally he would not bother.

These things, Chen Zong did not know, still immersed in enlightenment.

Overnight, when Chaoyang lifted off, another day came, and today is the real martial arts stage at the level of pseudo-transcendent realm. Chen Zong did not intend to watch the battle.

Out of the residence, Chen Zongxin walked to the streets of the battlefield city, as if walking along a wide street aimlessly, but in his mind he continued to comprehend the tricks of the vertical and horizontal sword code.

Walking and walking, with a distraction to keep out, Chen Zong stepped into a restaurant and sat down by the window.

"Guest, what would you like to eat?" The restaurant buddy trot over and asked the table with a smile while wiping the table again.

"Take a few signature dishes and get a bottle of wine." Chen Zong responded casually, and his main thoughts were on the enlightenment of unique tricks.

"Oh, please drink tea first, wait a moment." The man skillfully brought hot tea to Chen Zongduan.

It didn't take long for four young people to set foot on the restaurant, their eyes swept away, and they fell on Chen Zong.

"It's him."

"go."

Talking, one of them came to Chen Zong, his hands fell down on the edge of the table, his eyes were a little cold, as if to see through Chen Zong.

"Chen Zong, don't be too crazy."

Chen Zongwenyan was slightly surprised.

Too arrogant?

I have never acted publicly, so why is Zhang crazy?

"My name is mentioned repeatedly by everyone. Doesn't it feel so cool that you think you can be invincible?" The young man's eyes were cold and sharp, his words were aggressive, but he was extremely ironic: "Remember my words You are nothing, tomorrow you will know. "

After that, the young man got up and went back.

Chen Zong's expression returned to calm and did not refute the other party because he was lazy.

This kind of verbal battle is not good, but it's better to separate your mind and meditation to learn the best tricks.

Chen Zong did not respond in any way, which made the young man very unhappy, but he still suppressed his anger and waited until tomorrow's battlefield to give him a good look.

After a delicious meal, Chen Zong left the restaurant and returned to his residence along the street to continue to practice enlightenment.

Today, Xiu has reached the nineth limit of Zhenwu Realm. As for the tenth, the symbol of the complete success of Zhenwu Realm, there is no clue. For a time, Chen Zong didn't know how to break through.

In fact, normal martial arts cultivation can begin to accumulate after reaching the Nine-fold Limit of True Martial Realm, and prepare for breakthrough to the pseudo-transcendent realm.

There is only one way to break through to the pseudo-transcendent realm, and that is to open up a trick.

After opening a trick, you can make the true power transform and become more powerful. It lies between the true power and the transcendental spiritual power. It is a pseudo-spiritual power. It is not as good as the real spiritual power, but it is worse than the true power. Domineering many times.

It is very difficult for ordinary martial arts soldiers to get through the acupuncture points. This is why many martial arts practitioners have been stuck at the bottleneck for decades or even after being raised to the limit of nine levels of true martial arts.

As for Chen Zongke, he can clearly feel that as long as he is willing, he can transform a arrogant vertical and horizontal power into a more powerful pseudo-spiritual force, and then step into a pseudo-transcendent realm, and the combat power surges. .

Because when Chen Zong practiced his strengths, he had opened up two big points.

Zenith and Diyuan points!

For example, there is a door in front of Chen Zong, and Chen Zong already holds the key to open the door. As long as he is willing, he can directly open the door and enter the wider world.

But Chen Zong was unwilling, and the true state of martial arts was the goal of the next stage.

Furthermore, it is also necessary to practice the second change of mind, and it is best to break through the third transformation of the mind to the pseudo-transcendent realm. After all, the pseudo spiritual power is many times stronger than the great power. The integration of other strengths will greatly increase the difficulty.

However, if it is at the level of true martial arts, it will be merged first, and after the breakthrough, there will be no need to merge again.

Based on these two points, what is said, Chen Zong cannot break through to the pseudo-transcendent realm now.

So if you want to enhance your own combat power, you can only start with your mind-changing cultivation and your own unique skills.

As night fell, Chen Zong was still practicing.

The sky was twilight. Chen Zong awoke from the practice, got up, and walked towards the battlefield.

When Chen Zong arrived at the battlefield, the spectator seat was full, and it was more crowded than the last time, because today is the challenge for Chen Zong to win a hundred games, which is of great significance and cannot be missed.

Among these tens of thousands of viewers, there are also some pseudo-transcendent masters with great interest.

From ancient times to the present, there are few who can win a hundred games in a row. After all, the 100 battlefields will not allow others to achieve a hundred games in a row, they will find ways to attack.

Holding the number wooden sign, Chen Zong went to the waiting table.

On the waiting table, Chen Zong felt that five fierce and arrogant gazes fell on his body, as if it were substantial.

The masters of these eyes are not young, they seem to be at least forty years old, and Chen Zong suddenly developed a feeling, maybe these people are their opponents today.

It seems that they should all be masters cultivated by the 100 battlefields themselves, and each one is not weak.

In addition to those five people, there are other people on the waiting table who are going to take part in the challenge. After all, if they don't match Chen Zong, they may be able to achieve some winning streak.

Some time later, a young man came up, exuding a stern, like invisible sword spirit.

The young man's sharp eyes swept away, and finally fell on Chen Zong's body, with a touch of coldness hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know if Chen Zong can win a hundred games in a row?"

"It should be possible, he is so powerful."

"I guess it's a bit difficult. The battlefield will not let him win a hundred games in a row. You need to know that the battlefield itself has trained a lot of masters, and all of them are not weak."

"Yes."

"Today, there are bound to be several exciting battles."

"I hope Chen Zong can win a hundred games in a row."

Among the numerous discussions, the challenges of the battlefields of the battlefield today also began.

Chen Zong was not the first to play because Chen Zong was not the first to arrive.

Chen Zong was staring at the battle on the battlefield, but most of his thoughts were actually on the enlightenment of the trick.

The victory or defeat on the battlefield is quickly known.

Then, someone rushed to the battlefield of 100 battles ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to continue fighting.

One after another, Chen Zong's name was soon called, and the voice was unusually loud, with a bit of irresistible excitement.

One hundred victories may be born, can you not be excited?

"I know that I am not your opponent, but I do not admit defeat." Chen Zong's opponent said positively, as if to release a fierce fire with a faint candlelight. Although it was an extravagant hope, Chen Zong let him exert his energy, and Defeated with one sword.

Too weak to serve any sharpening purpose.

When the voice sounded, as the next opponent was about to leave the waiting table, the young man suddenly got up and pressed the man's shoulder.

"Give me the wooden sign," said the young man, with a hint of coldness.

The man was about to be angry, but found that he couldn't move. The terrible breath was shrouded, like an invisible sword running through his body. In horror, he quickly surrendered his wooden sign.

The young man stepped out with a wooden sign and a sneer in his mouth.