Chapter 7 Winning Streak
(The new book is on the list, and you are in urgent need of your support in order to win consecutive battles)
Chen Yong walked slowly, approaching Chen Zong step by step, with his palms standing in front of him one by one, one after the other, and able to defend any part of his body.
Chen Zong remained motionless, his eyes were sharp, looking for flaws in Chen Yong.
As if the chariot was advancing, the breath was pressing, and at the moment when the distance was two meters, Chen Yong suddenly burst out, like a big fish rushing out of the water, fast and ferocious, slapped Chen Zong's face with a palm, and his generous palm was on Chen Zong's face. The eyes zoomed in quickly.
There is no need to advance, retreat, or dodge, a sword stabs out, the sword body flickers, and three afterimages appear, each separated, as if four swords were coming out at once.
Split shadow!
The right palm swept across thousands of troops, intercepted the wooden sword, and the left palm was quietly shot from the waist, hitting Chen Zong's ribs.
False shadow!
The interlaced swords and shadows made Chen Yong's palm interception fail, and the left palm had to be quickly retracted, and the two palms waved continuously in front of him, forming a palm wall.
Folding!
The sword shadow folded and passed through the palm wall, and Chen Yong's eyes quickly enlarged, forcing him to withdraw and retreat.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Yong carried his blood and energy, used all his strength, rushed forward, speeding up a little, and slapped it out with a terrifying whistling sound, his strength was even more tyrannical, as if he could smash the stele with a single palm.
Chen Zong's eyes are sharp. If he can penetrate everything, Chen Yong's footsteps and the trajectory of his palm are looming in front of him, and the lines on his palm gradually enlarge.
Out of the sword!
Swish three swords in a row, the basic 18-style thorn, light and fast, hit Chen Yong's palm in a row, causing his palm to stun slightly.
Shadows!
The three afterimages overlapped with the sword body, making the sword body blurry and difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Holding the sword is longer than his arm, if Chen Yong insisted on continuing to bombard with a palm, he would definitely be hit in the throat by the wooden sword. He had to stop and slap the wooden sword.
Split shadow!
What Chen Yong broke was the sword shadow, but the sword body hit his chest, causing him to retreat.
False shadow!
Shadows!
Folding!
Shadowless!
In the last sword, all three afterimages disappeared, leaving only the clear and direct blade of the sword, which knocked Chen Yong down from the ring.
"Chen Zong, the chief of the swordsmanship group, has won a winning streak." Elder Chen Xing announced with a smile on his face.
Chen Yong's serious face was a bit bitter, with two consecutive defeats, the king of chiefs missed him.
"In the next battle, Chen Guzhan, the chief of the boxing group, will face off against Chen Fenghua, the chief of the swordsmanship group."
Chen Guzhan put on a heavy punching style, and he only practiced heavy punches.
Chen Guzhan is a strong opponent, Chen Fenghua waited cautiously, and put on a series of swordsmanship, but his face remained unchanged, always giving people a calm feeling.
Punching, the fist is fierce, and the waves are rolled up, if it can smash the rocks.
When the knife is released, the light of the knife is coherent, if the tide follows, it is continuous.
Chen Guzhan's strength is tyrannical and his physique is amazing. His fists are extremely heavy, and each punch carries an amazing air pressure, making it difficult to breathe.
When Chen Fenghua carried blood energy, his speed and strength were enhanced, and his knife was faster, stronger and stronger.
Chen Guzhan came from a branch, and like Chen Zong, he also started to practice Tiger Roaring Art after entering the clan hall. So far, he has only practiced it initially, and there is still a long way to go before he can temper his blood energy. He started to practice Tiger Roaring Art, and now his blood energy has been tempered for the second time.
Chain Knife!
Smashing Knife!
Alternating between light and heavy, and with agile body shape, Chen Guzhan's weaknesses are revealed, and he is not flexible enough.
A strong body gives him greater strength and a stronger physique. He is flexible but relatively weak. When facing some weaker opponents, this is nothing. He can completely crush with strength, but when facing strong opponents, If you are not flexible enough, you will become a weakness and be used by the opponent.
The wooden knife slashed continuously at Chen Guzhan from all angles, screaming after many times.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Chen Guzhan hurriedly shouted: "I will admit defeat in this battle, and when I find a way, I will definitely defeat you next time.
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"Mummy, it really hurts." While grinning, Chen Guzhan jumped off the ring, making people smile.
"Chen Fenghua of the swordsmanship group has won two consecutive victories. In the next battle, Chen Ying, the chief of the leg technique group, will face off against Chen Zong, the chief of the swordsmanship group." Elder Chen Xing said with a smile.
Aggressive gaze fell on Chen Zong's face, Chen Ying galloped like a cheetah, and a sharp wind rolled up on his slender legs and roared.
Chen Yuyao stared at her with wide eyes. What Chen Ying performed was the saber-style leg technique that she also practiced. It was also the pinnacle of Dacheng, but Chen Ying's display was obviously more subtle and powerful.
Chen Zong swayed, swaying like a willow in the wind.
The peak of Dacheng's brushing willow swordsmanship!
This is a swordsmanship that pays attention to both offense and defense.
Especially after seeing Chen Yan's Fu Liu swordsmanship, Chen Zong understood and improved a little.
Chen Ying used the knife wind leg technique and the python leg technique alternately, and his legs brought a burst of strong wind howling.
Chen Zong interprets the Fu Liu swordsmanship to the extreme.
Unconsciously, I have a deeper understanding of swords and swordsmanship.
The wooden sword swayed and whipped like a willow branch, passed through the strong wind, and hit Chen Ying's legs directly, exerting force and flexibility, passing through the surface, causing endless pain.
Gradually, Chen Ying's legs became sore and weak, and the leg technique he performed was slow and weak, and he was defeated by Chen Zong with a few swords.
"Chen Zonger, chief of the swordsmanship group, has won consecutive victories."
"Next time I will definitely defeat you." Chen Ying said unwillingly and refused to admit defeat.
"Wait and see." Chen Zong said with a smile.
"In the next battle, Chen Yong, chief of the palm technique group, will face off against Chen Fenghua, chief of the sword technique group."
Chen Yong had a serious look on his face, and put on the hand-shattering palm method, carrying blood and energy, and his strength was full.
The broad and thick palms were shot continuously, the palm shadows overlapped, and the palm wind whistled, as if a wall slammed into Chen Fenghua.
Chen Fenghua carried his blood and energy, and shot down with one knife. The black knife light was swift and violent, like a meteor falling, and the knife smashed the palm wind, turning it into a chain trend, so that Chen Yong could only defend.
Smashing Knife!
Chain Knife!
Smashing Knife!
Alternately, Chen Yong's defense was broken, and the wooden knife hit his chest.
"Chen Fenghua, chief of the swordsmanship group, has won three consecutive victories."
"In the next battle, Chen Guzhan, chief of the boxing team, will face off against Chen Zong, chief of the swordsmanship team."
"I'm the worst offender, you guys who use swords." Chen Guzhan muttered as he threw a heavy fist and raised his hands, his eyes widened, like a bull rushing towards him.
With a sharp sound, Chen Zong spread his wings like an eagle and swept past with a sword.
Dacheng Peak Eagle Fencing Technique!
"Oh, you actually practiced the three swordsmanships of foundation-building to the peak of Dacheng!" Elder Chen Xing was slightly surprised.
In most cases, martial apprentices often practice one foundation-building martial art, such as Chen Gu and Chen Yong, and at most two, such as Chen Ying and Chen Fenghua, who practice three, and all of them reach the peak of Dacheng. Very few Very few.
"It seems that this son is quite talented in practicing swords." Elder Chen Xing secretly said that he did not know that Chen Zong actually practiced boxing at the earliest, and also practiced tiger force boxing to a perfect state. As for these three foundation-building swords Fa also began to practice after entering the family hall, otherwise I don't know what it would be like to be surprised.
"Chen Chuyun, Chen Zong is definitely not Chen Guzhan's opponent." Chen He said with an unpleasant expression.
"Betting?" Chen Chuyun was simple and direct, Chen He's face sank and did not answer, he was just talking, and he was not sure whether Chen Guzhan could defeat Chen Zong.
The wooden sword, like an eagle's wing, swept past Chen Guzhan's side in an instant, following the flaw and slashed at Chen Guzhan's rib with a sword.
Rotate and draw out the sword, hitting Chen Guzhan's back like an eagle's claws.
Chen Guzhan's figure revolved like a whirlwind, and his fists violently blasted towards Chen Zong, completely ignoring Chen Zong's sword.
After the battle with Chen Fenghua, he let go. Instead of passively defending, it is better to take the initiative and use his strong body to resist the attack of the opponent's wooden sword. As long as the opponent is hit by his own double punches, he will definitely be damaged and defeated.
Watching the battle under the stage is completely different from facing it directly. Chen Zong can feel the terrible wind pressure brought by Chen Guzhan's fists, and even affect his own balance.
Fortunately, under the guidance of Chen Chuyun, Chen Zong was completely different from before.
Like an eagle against the wind, breaking the wind straight up, the wooden sword pecked fiercely like an eagle's beak, and the attack with a single point of strength immediately changed Chen Guzhan's face, feeling like he was pecked off a piece of meat where he was hit. similar.
Resist, Chen Guzhan's fists are more fierce, the whole figure is like a chariot advancing, rolling away, to force Chen Zong off the ring.
Undoubtedly, this is a bit of a rogue approach. If the sword in Chen Zong's hand is an iron sword, Chen Guzhan has already been scarred, and the power of the wooden sword is limited, so he would dare to do so.
The eagle fencing method was used to the extreme, and a flaw was found.
The Swift Sword of the Eight True Swords!
The sword was fast and urgent, Chen Guzhan didn't have time to react at all, he only felt a sore throat, as if being penetrated, extremely uncomfortable, the next breath, Chen Zong's wooden sword slashed continuously at the same place on both arms, unable to lift, unable to fight anymore. .
"The fourth swordsmanship, the quick sword?" Elder Chen Xing was surprised and guessed secretly.
"Did he steal my fast sword skills?" Chen Zuoyi's expression changed greatly.
"Chen Zong, chief of the swordsmanship group, has won three consecutive victories."
With Elder Chen Xing's announcement, Chen He's face was like a dark cloud.
"In the next battle, Chen Yong, the chief of the palm technique group, will face off against Chen Ying, the chief of the leg technique group."
As soon as they took the stage, the two immediately put on their hands, and instead of doing it immediately, they stared at each other, looking for flaws.
"The king of chiefs is between you and me." Chen Fenghua smiled softly at Chen Zong, Chen Zong nodded, and his heart was a little excited.
Once upon a time, he was still troubled by the difficulty of improving his cultivation, but now he has not only entered the clan hall, but also won the chief of the swordsmanship group, and is more qualified to be the king of chiefs.
Chen Yong fought steadily, Chen Ying was turbulent like a rapid current, and the two sides collided again and again.
Chen Yong defended himself as if his palms were airtight. No matter how Chen Ying attacked, he did not break it. After the previous three battles, his fighting skills were further improved, as did Chen Ying, his legs were more abrupt and stronger.
The two sides carried blood and burst out with all their strength.
Manpower is limited, especially the attacking side. Chen Ying was exhausted after a frantic attack. Chen Yong seized the opportunity to shoot it.
"Chen Yong, chief of the palm law group, has a winning streak."
Chen Yong lamented that winning was not easy, losing three games in a row and finally winning one game was not so embarrassing.
"In the next battle, Chen Fenghua, the chief of the swordsmanship team, will face off against Chen Zong, the chief of the swordsmanship team."
With the announcement of Elder Chen Xing, everyone was excited, because so far, Chen Fenghua and Chen Zong have maintained a three-game winning streak, and the king of chiefs was born between them.