Chapter 67 The Ancient Taiyuan King

The will does not move, the belief is firm, so the footsteps do not stop.

The heart hides the sharpness and the implication is sharp, so the sharpness and the body are equipped with thorns and thorns, so that we can move forward indomitably.

Heart toward the light, the light is in front of you.

Chen Zong stepped forward, and the suspension bridge behind him was hidden in the darkness.

The light diffused, swept across the whole body, and then disappeared.

It was a bit different from what Chen Zong had imagined. There was only a cave the size of a hut in front of him. The walls around the cave were rough, as if they had been opened up by some force.

And in this small cave, leaning against the cave wall, a figure sat cross-legged.

Seeing that figure, Chen Zong's pupils contracted, and the Chonglong Sword trembled accordingly, emitting an astonishing sharpness and pressure.

After a breath, Chen Zong just relaxed, because that figure had no vitality, not only no vitality, but also a shriveled appearance from top to bottom, like the bark of a ten thousand-year-old tree.

Mummy!

This is a lifeless mummy.

"Could it be the corpse left by an ancient strong man?" Chen Zong thought secretly, staring at the mummy with ragged and decayed robes through the darkness.

After searching carefully, except for the mummy, there was nothing else found. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Immediately, Chen Zong's eyes fell on the ring on the finger of the mummy.

Maybe there will be a lot of good things in there.

Grabbing the void with his left hand, he condensed his spiritual power into an invisible rope with ingenious skills, quickly entangled the ring, and exerted a little force. In Chen Zong's hands.

Chen Zong's spiritual power enveloped the ring, and immediately his spiritual consciousness moved into the ring.

"How could it be?" Chen Zong looked suspicious.

This mummy seems to have been dead for many years. It stands to reason that the ring should be something without an owner. Why can't my spiritual consciousness enter it, but is blocked by an invisible force.

This situation is generally the case when there is a Lord's Najie.

"In that case, let's break it by force." Chen Zong secretly said.

Now Chen Zong's spiritual consciousness has surpassed the average semi-holy level, and he is very tyrannical. He rushed out in an instant to forcibly break the ring, and rushed into the ring. Suddenly, a majestic and majestic breath permeated the air. Go, resist Chen Zong's spiritual consciousness.

Chen Zong's expression changed, and he quickly threw out the ring, and clasped the hilt of the heavy dragon sword with his right hand. Then it can burst out, releasing an astonishingly powerful blow through the heavy dragon sword.

I saw a spot of light on the ring, which was very weak at first, then gradually became stronger, and finally it was as dazzling as the light of the sun, dispelling all the darkness around.

Chen Zong's eyes were concentrated, his pupils contracted like needles, and he stared at the light. The change came too suddenly, but luckily he didn't feel any danger.

"Who... disturbed me..." An ancient, majestic voice resounded, permeating the small cave. This voice seemed to come from ancient times, traveling through endless time and space, with an indescribable sense of vicissitudes of time.

As the sound resounded, a light and shadow emerged and condensed into a figure in the midair. The figure was about the size of a normal person's palm, exuding a faint ancient charm.

"What's your name, senior?" Chen Zong didn't relax his vigilance at all, and asked back.

Chen Zong's voice seemed to have attracted the little figure's attention, and a pair of eyes stared at it with indescribable confusion.

In an instant, Chen Zong felt as if he had fallen into chaotic time and space. Under the gaze of those eyes, all the secrets of his body seemed to be peeped out.

"I... I am..." The little figure spoke intermittently, as if it had been too long, so long that he had forgotten it, and after a while, he spoke again: "I am... King Taiyuan... ..."

"King Taiyuan..." Chen Zong turned his mind a little. This person must be a strong man, at least a strong man in the Holy Realm, but he doesn't know what level he is in the Holy Realm.

After all, there is not only one level in the holy realm.

Chen Zong didn't speak, because he didn't know what to say for a while, and the light and shadow who called himself King Taiyuan didn't speak, as if he was remembering something.

Immediately, Chen Zong only felt a tyrannical thought sweeping past, covering his body, as if it was about to penetrate into his body.

Chen Zong burst out a tyrannical spiritual sense to resist in an instant, but the effect did not seem to be very good. Although his own spiritual sense was strong, the opponent's mind was stronger.

This strength is not reflected in quantity, but in quality.

The spiritual consciousness of the strong in the holy realm has already undergone a qualitative transformation.

"Senior, what do you mean?" Chen Zong's voice was a bit cold.

To be swept away by the other party's thoughts and want to infiltrate is undoubtedly spying on everything about oneself. In the world of cultivators, this kind of practice is provocative and enough to cause life and death.

"Your body is very good, with strong spiritual consciousness, exuberant qi and blood, and pure spiritual power. I... am very satisfied." King Taiyuan's voice sounded again, without sadness or joy, vast and majestic.

King Taiyuan's words made Chen Zong's heart tremble unconsciously, and his complexion also changed slightly, and bad feelings gushed out from the deepest part of his heart like a spring.

The black light surged, and the heavy dragon sword came out of its sheath and slashed out through the air. The majestic and extremely fierce jet-black sword light shattered a vacuum and bombarded that small figure.

"Still resist me..." King Taiyuan sneered, his figure flashed, and he calmly avoided Chen Zong's sword beheading, and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Chen Zong.

quick!

King Taiyuan's speed was too fast, so fast that it was difficult for Chen Zong to react, and he had already appeared in front of Chen Zong.

For the first time, Chen Zong felt that his body's reaction could not keep up with his consciousness, as if his body had become rigid, and it was too late to take back the heavy dragon sword he had cut out, so he could only try his best to raise his left hand and point like a sword, his fingertips glowed sharply The incomparable Guanghua was a little more ruthless, piercing the sky with one finger like a sharp sword, and killed King Taiyuan.

"The reaction is quick, the combat awareness is high, I... am more satisfied..." The sound of laughter came to Chen Zong's ears, and the sword pointed at the sky, and King Taiyuan had already calmly avoided the blow.

The heavy dragon sword was swung out, and the incomparably mysterious swordsmanship unfolded. One sword after another continued to kill King Taiyuan. The fingers of the left hand cooperated with each other, and there was no dead end.

It can be said that Chen Zong has used the third level of kendo realm to control the sword with the heart to the extreme, and he has also used the non-breaking sword circle to the extreme, but he still can't do anything to the Taiyuan King, as if Chen Zong's every move is under the opponent's control Among them, even the rhythm of the battle is gradually being grasped by the opponent.

Knowing this, Chen Zong was powerless to reverse it, this feeling was very uncomfortable.

His complexion was as cold as ten thousand years of cold iron, and Chen Zong's heart was constantly generating pressure, which could not be suppressed, but Chen Zong ignored these constantly growing and growing pressures, and swung his sword wholeheartedly, constantly improving himself.

pressure!

The increasingly powerful pressure made it difficult for Chen Zong to breathe. Chen Zong had never felt such a deep sense of powerlessness for a long time.

All along, when fighting with others, it was others who gradually became unable to bear under his own sword and let himself dominate the rhythm of the battle, but now it is the other way around.

Chen Zong can be sure that at this moment, he has already used his swordsmanship to the extreme, and every sword is wonderful to the peak, breaking the previous limit, and even reaching the point where splashing water does not enter the wind and does not invade, but But King Taiyuan was even more terrifying, not only dodged every sword and every finger of Chen Zong calmly, but also came in and out at will, as if everything had no effect on him.

It feels that King Taiyuan seems to be able to walk in the void gap.

Thriller!

Chen Zong felt horrified.

Could this be the ability of the ancient strong?

Chen Zong could see that this King Taiyuan was not a complete body, or in other words, it should only be a conscious body that carried the soul. Compared with the strength he possessed in its heyday, he did not know how many times the difference was. It was such strength that made Chen Zong helpless .

One quarter of an hour!

Chen Zong broke out with his sword for a quarter of an hour, and he was more exhausted than fighting hard for an hour in the past, but he couldn't help the opponent at all.

powerful!

This King Taiyuan is really too strong, and he just kept dodging, making Chen Zong so helpless and so tired.

With such a high-intensity sword strike, even Chen Zong's tyrannical physique felt his arms go numb and sore for a while.

Relying on his tenacious will and challenging himself to the limit, Chen Zong's sword speed did not slow down at all, and each sword was even more smooth, with an indescribable rhythm.

"Just take my blow." At this time, after avoiding Chen Zong's sword, King Taiyuan pointed out at the same time as the voice sounded.

King Taiyuan's body was very small, only the size of Chen Zong's palm, and his fingers were naturally smaller. Compared with Chen Zong, it was like the comparison between a mouse and an elephant.

But as King Taiyuan pointed out, Chen Zong's expression was extremely dignified. The world in front of him disappeared, and King Taiyuan in front of him also disappeared. Only a small finger was constantly zooming in and out, filling his eyes Flood the whole world.

That finger is like a pillar of the sky, like the light of the collapsing sky, like the finger of a god and demon, vast, majestic, domineering, covering everything without hiding.

As soon as it was pointed out, the sky fell apart.

Once pointed out, the light shines forever.

This finger carried an indescribable power, as if it had stirred up the whole world, making Chen Zong feel irresistible, let alone dodge, the only option was to wait for death.

But Chen Zong's mind is extremely tenacious, his will is extremely firm, and his beliefs are extremely strong, especially after passing the suspension bridge, he is further tempered, like a sword embryo opening its front.

"cut!"

With only one thought in his mind, Chen Zong endured this huge coercion as if a pillar of heaven toppled the sky and collapsed, and slashed out with a sword.

This is the cut of the heavy dragon sword, the cut of Chen Zong's body, and the cut of Chen Zong's intention.

The heavy dragon sword seemed to roar out an earth-shattering sound, and the jet-black sword light bloomed, hanging in the sky like a black sun, swallowing all light.

But under the finger of the other party's light, the black color melted quickly, as if the ice and snow were scorched by the scorching sun, and silently, that finger pointed at the heavy dragon sword.

There was no sound, but Chen Zong was trembling wildly, as if struck by lightning, a terrifying force continuously blasted into Chen Zong's body, causing wanton destruction.

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