Chapter 29

The dark hall is full of emptiness.

The sword light was pitch black, shining through the darkness, like a streamer of stars.

Chen Zong backed away again, his footsteps unavoidably swayed a bit, his right arm was dripping with blood, and a tear was also torn on his back, and his robe was soaked with blood.

However, the formidable enemy of the Self Realm showed no mercy, no hold back, his expression was cold and his eyes were full of chills, he struck with a sword in the air, and in an instant, the light of the sword trembled lightly, like the core of a poisonous snake. , with many variations.

Back off!

This sword made Chen Zong feel that it was difficult to resist, so he could only step back and widen the distance.

But the opponent's speed was extremely fast, and the sword suddenly became stable, and the speed increased sharply, turning into a stream of light and killing it through the air.

Swing the sword to resist!

Chen Zong only felt a tyrannical force hitting the sword directly, as if he was about to knock the sword in his hand away, and his right arm felt numb.

Chen Zong did not believe that the opponent's strength had not been consumed so far.

There must be consumption, and it won't be much less than your own, but even so, the opponent can still maintain the highest intensity for every blow.

One sword followed another, and the swords came one after another. Chen Zong tried his best to resist with his sword. With the strength of each sword, he felt his right arm becoming more and more numb, as if he was about to lose all his senses.

The tenth sword!

The sword in his hand was shaken away again, his right arm was almost completely numb, and his strength could not be concentrated. Chen Zong felt sore all over his body.

The eleventh sword!

That sword, as if passing through a dim shooting star, and like a black divine thunder tearing apart the void, killed him in an instant.

Indomitable!

No mercy!

Chen Zong's whole body froze, as if sinking into an ice abyss, his whole body was chilled and stiff, it was difficult to move, even his thinking seemed to be frozen.

This is a sword that must kill!

This is a sword with death!

Death...falls!

Chen Zong was not reconciled to this death.

His eyes widened and he stared, all his mind was concentrated.

In an instant, as if time and space slowed down, the sword from the opponent's assassination also seemed to slow down, as if it had changed from the speed of a meteor to the speed of a snail.

Between the lightning and the flint, countless shattered auras burst out violently in an instant, surging and mighty.

These auras are accumulated and precipitated by Chen Zong's repeated pressures.

When the opportunity comes, it will naturally erupt, converging into a stream and rushing into a river.

Countless inspirations are stirring endlessly in the sea of ​​gods.

Vaguely, Chen Zong seemed to realize something.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if a clogged pipe was suddenly unblocked, becoming unimpeded and smooth.

Chen Zong only felt that his consciousness seemed to be shattered by an extremely miraculous force, and then swept across and scattered to every part of his body, everywhere.

A trace of power diffused out from every part of the body, converging into a stream, rushing violently and agitating.

In an instant, the wound on his body was shrinking rapidly. Although it had not healed, no blood would flow out because the wound was closed.

The numb right arm and exhausted body also look brand new, full of power, even though the power is not much in the perception, it is left over after the fierce battle, but it contains a kind of amazing power.

Relying on this mighty and tyrannical force that seemed to be in its heyday, Chen Zong's reaction also became flexible.

dodge!

In just an instant, Chen Zong immediately moved sideways to avoid the sure-to-kill sword, and at the same time, Shen Yejian also pierced through the void in an instant.

In this state, Chen Zong only felt that Shen Yejian seemed to be much lighter, so that the stabbed sword not only burst out with the most tyrannical power that he could burst out now, but also

The sword speed is astonishing.

Obviously, this sword was beyond the opponent's expectation.

But the opponent's reaction was very quick, and he quickly avoided it, but Chen Zong still pierced through his shoulder.

However, the other party's expression did not change at all, as if what was penetrated was not his own body.

Its strength was not affected at all, and the sword quickly counterattacked.

Chen Zongneng noticed that the opponent's wound didn't bleed at all, but only for a moment, and then contracted and closed.

war!

Now that he has also comprehended that kind of mystery, Chen Zong's strength seems to have recovered, and he fought endlessly.

Compared with the other party, I just comprehended this strange mystery, and the other party obviously mastered it proficiently.

But with the battle, Chen Zong is constantly improving, this is his own ability, super learning ability.

Fight, fight, fight!

In the chaos, there seemed to be a sea of ​​flowers, and a irritating body was lazily lying halfway on the flower chair. The extremely beautiful eyes were breathtaking, and there was a trace of smile and curiosity.

"It turned out that I realized the mystery of myself earlier than I expected." Hua Ji's red lips parted slightly, and her extremely moving voice filled the surroundings, but no one else heard it.

Chen Zong didn't know Hua Ji's surprise, and continued to fight fiercely with his opponent.

In this incomparably wonderful state, it seems that all the injuries of oneself are not obstacles, as if they cannot feel it, no matter how much power is consumed, the remaining power can always burst out with the strongest power, making oneself Whether it is attack or defense, everything can reach the extreme.

Ten strokes!

Twenty strokes!

Thirty strokes!

Even though his body was stained with blood, Chen Zong seemed to be getting more courageous as he fought.

Forty strokes!

Fifty strokes!

Time passed slowly, and the battle continued.

With the same superb swordsmanship and the same powerful strength, Chen Zong was indistinguishable from his other self for a while.

The opponent wants to defeat him as before, but he can't do it anymore, but he can't do it if he wants to defeat the opponent.

The strength is continuously consumed until it reaches the limit.

Both sides had to stop and stare at each other, neither moved.

"Congratulations, the challenge is successful." Suddenly, another self smiled and said with a smile.

Chen Zong was stunned when he heard this.

Could it be that the Ninth Realm wants to defeat the opponent?

But comprehend this mystery?

In an instant, Chen Zong had a burst of enlightenment.

After the other party finished speaking, he backed away, and his figure disappeared as if entering the darkness.

Darkness pervades, returning to chaos.

Chen Zong waited quietly, and in the next breath, the chaos reopened, and Chen Zong appeared in the sea of ​​flowers again, with a charming body looming in the sea of ​​flowers.

"You are better than I imagined." Hua Ji's voice sounded, without hiding her admiration, and then changed the subject: "However, you can't be complacent, because in the universe, there are still people who are better than you. There are quite a few."

Chen Zong didn't mean to be hit, but noticed two words in the other party's words: universe!

What Hua Ji was talking about was not the Tianyuan Sanctuary, nor the Lingwu Sacred Realm, but the universe.

Chen Zong, who once had an adventure, entered the universe as if his soul had come out of his body, so it is very clear that the universe is vast and boundless, and the Lingwu holy world is just one of the worlds.

And worlds like the Lingwu Sacred Realm are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River in the universe.

In the Lingwu holy world, I may be the one with the highest talent, unprecedented, but if it is placed in the entire universe, it may not be a big deal.

However, wouldn't it be very boring if there was no existence better than yourself.

"Senior Hua Ji, I have broken through the ninth realm, how can I lift the ban on my body?" Chen Zong asked.

"In your world, the so-called strongest person is the Great Sacred Realm." Hua Ji said, and Chen Zong listened attentively: "But in the universe, the Great Sacred Realm is nothing, it can only be regarded as just It’s just to get the qualification to survive in the universe.”

Hearing this, Chen Zong couldn't help but his expression changed greatly, he was shocked.

real!

In the Lingwu Sacred Realm, the Great Sacred Realm is called the strongest, supreme, unparalleled in strength, sweeping the world.

There are less than one hundred Great Saint Realms in the entire Spirit Martial Saint Realm, perhaps even less than fifty.

And how many practitioners are there in the entire Spirit Martial Saint Realm?

Unable to calculate.

Such a strong person is only initially qualified to survive in the universe?

Chen Zong felt that this was the most astonishing news he had heard so far.

Before, I was still thinking that when the Shura clone reached the half-step Great Saint level, I would go into the universe to search for other inheritances left by the Nirvana Sword Master.

Now it seems that I am too naive.

The half-step Great Saint level is nothing in the universe.

"Senior Hua Ji, is there a higher realm above the Great Sacred Realm?" Chen Zong couldn't help asking, temporarily forgetting about his own ban.

"The Great Sacred Realm is just the name of some lower worlds, and it is only the lowest level in the entire system of strong men." Hua Ji smiled and said: "These are too far away for you now, you just need to know that what you are now The secrets to be mastered are those that some cosmic powerhouses have not mastered yet."

Chen Zong's heart trembled suddenly.

mystery?

What is meant?

"I am at ease, completely in control of myself, and can resist all negative attacks to the greatest extent. Whether it is injury or power consumption, I can maintain the best combat power." Hua Ji's tone is also slightly serious.

Chen Zong looked solemn, and he had already realized the mystery of this state.

Perhaps, it is impossible to directly improve one's own combat power, but one's own combat ability soars.

"The realm of self-comfort allows you to completely control your own power, and it's nothing to break the ban." Hua Ji laughed.

Chen Zong immediately sank down.

Meditate, hold your breath, and concentrate.

Chen Zong only felt that his consciousness seemed to be completely plunged into the darkness, and he kept moving forward in the darkness.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that it is just a moment, when the light appears, and the consciousness is as sharp as a sword, rushing out of the darkness and entering the light.

In an instant, traces of white appeared in Chen Zong's eyes, as thin as silk, undetectable.

In an instant, Chen Zong felt an incomparably miraculous change, as if he had a high degree of control and perfect control over himself.

There are countless black silk threads all over the body, but at this moment they become very regular.

Chen Zong could feel the power of being banned.

"burst!"

The low shout in the consciousness suddenly sounded, and in an instant, a black silk thread broke under the impact of the tyrannical force.

This broken thread was like an ant's nest on a dike of thousands of miles. Immediately, the second black thread broke, and more and more black threads broke, and the forbidden power swept away like a landslide and tsunami. out.