Chapter 10 True Sword Unparalleled Entry Consummation

(Question, how many times will Chen Zong temper his blood? Besides, I heard that people who vote and reward will become more handsome)

Afterimage!

Whisk willows!

Eagle strike!

The three swords were chained together, Chen Fenghua waved his sword to defend, and retreated again and again. The sword light seemed to penetrate every hole, making him dizzy and difficult to deal with.

"I admit defeat." Chen Fenghua's face was full of bitterness: "It's a nightmare to be your opponent."

Six times, it was already the sixth battle for the chief king, and he was also defeated by Chen Zong's sword for the sixth time. Moreover, each time faster and faster, Chen Zong's progress made him only look up and put his proud heart. The blow is flawless.

Soon, it will be the last battle of the sixth battle for the chief king.

Chen Zong, chief of the swordsmanship group, vs. Chen Guzhan, chief of the boxing group.

"Ha!" With a loud shout, Chen Guzhan's blood and energy turned red, and his strength was directly increased by 300 pounds, reaching a terrifying 1100 pounds. The more rounded perfection was punched, and his fists were like boulders rising from the sky. Smashed down, slammed into Chen Zong continuously, and blocked the surrounding area.

It can be said that without Chen Zong, Chen Fenghua and Chen Guzhan would share the position of the chief king, but unfortunately, the existence of Chen Zong makes them only second.

"This son's fighting skills have improved a lot compared to the past." Elder Xing nodded again and again.

"It's really good." This is the elder Li, one of the elders of the clan hall. Because he heard that the chief king was won by the same person many times, he was very curious and came to watch the battle: "This son is naturally strong, and is most suitable for training power to crush. The boxing technique can be recommended to Elder Wei."

"Well." Elder Xing also nodded and looked at Chen Zong: "This son is quite talented in swordsmanship, and he has the teachings of that girl, Izumo, which is even better."

"It's the blessing of my Chen family." Elder Li smiled and appreciated it very much.

On the arena, the wind was surging, which was caused by the continuous bombardment of Chen Guzhan's fists. The wind was howling, and the power was amazing. The air pressure alone was enough to suppress many martial artists, making them unable to resist.

However, Chen Zong seemed to be unaffected, and he swung his sword calmly. It looked messy, but in fact it shattered the airflow one after another, and stabbed it out with the help of the impact force of the airflow.

Shadow Sword Technique!

Fu Liu swordsmanship!

Eagle Fencing!

The three swordsmanships that reach the state of perfection are alternately displayed, unpredictable and unpredictable. Gradually, a shadow of the eagle fencing technique can be seen from the afterimage swordsmanship.

Continue to eliminate and fight, constantly weaken Chen Guzhan's offensive, disrupt his rhythm, and then introduce his own swordsmanship rhythm to suppress and defeat.

"Let you win again." Chen Guzhan was indignant and lost to Chen Zongjian for the sixth time.

Chen Yong's old-fashioned face was even more distressed. Chen Yuyao and Chen Yidao were both numb. Until now, they have never been the leader of the group.

Unsurprisingly, Chen Zong won the chief king for the sixth time, and was rewarded with ten energy pills and a jar of Tiger Yang Bone Wine.

It's a pity that, after quenching all the blood energy three times, the energy pill has no effect at all, and can only be reduced to food. When you practice the Tiger Roaring Art, you eat one when you are hungry to replenish your body's energy. Consumption, as for the effect of Huyang Bone Strengthening Wine, it is getting weaker and weaker. So far, the tempering of the sixth blood energy is minimal, but it is better than nothing.

"It will take at least two months or even more than three months to complete the sixth blood qi tempering." Chen Zong secretly said, sometimes thinking about it, just hit the fourth level of the qi and blood realm directly, but his reason restrains himself. On the spur of the moment, only by tempering one's blood to the limit can the best foundation be forged.

Sharpening knives does not mistake woodworking!

Inside the house, Chen Zong drank a whole jar of Tiger Yang Bone Wine. Now that he has tempered his blood five times, he can fully withstand the medicinal power of a whole jar of Tiger Yang Bone Wine.

Cultivating Tiger Roaring Art, the blood energy is surging like the water of a long river, and the roars of fierce tigers are continuous in the body.

After ten times of Tiger Roaring Art in a row, the medicinal power of the whole jar of Tiger Yang Bone Wine was completely absorbed, but the blood energy refining did not improve much.

This made Chen Zong quite helpless.

Carrying the sword, he came to the corner of the martial arts field to practice swordsmanship.

Afterimage swordsmanship Fuliu swordsmanship and eagle fencing are performed ten times each, mainly attacking the eight types of real swords.

"Eighth-style of the real sword has already reached its peak, and now I have learned a lot. Perhaps, I can try to break through."

"With the mystery of the eight styles of the real sword, once I break through to the state of perfection, I am afraid that it will help me a lot."

With a secret voice, Chen Zong retracted his sword and sheathed it, adjusted his breathing to a long and delicate breath, and then put on a sword-bending pose.

The spirit is highly concentrated, forgetting everything in the outside world, only the sword in the hand.

Draw your sword!

The obscure sound rang into my ears, and with the help of the scabbard, the sword speed reached its peak, and it was drawn forward, as if a waning moon was swept across the sky.

Sword drawing!

The body shape and the footsteps are like waves, back and forth, the sword is like a rapid current, the sword light is dazzling, and the sword whistle pierces the ears.

Punch sword style!

The iron sword shone with dazzling light and circled in the sky.

Ring sword!

The sword that circled around gathered momentum to the apex, paused for a moment, and then slashed forward suddenly. The sword was extremely bright and tyrannical, as if there was a high mountain in front of it, it would also be split into two.

Chopping sword!

With the momentum of a sword slashing down, there was no pause at all, the wrist twisted rapidly, and between the ups and downs, the iron sword fluttered like a butterfly, the sword flowers were chaotic, the dazzling sword light flickered uncertainly, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

Chaos Sword!

A sword light that was condensed to the extreme, making it impossible to look directly at it, shuttled out of the chaotic flying sword light, approached the extreme, and killed instantly.

Swift Sword!

Retracting the sword, his body is like a big bow, and his body rises from his feet, reaching his right arm through his waist. Chen Zong can clearly feel that his blood and energy are poured into a long river, and his right arm seems to swell in a circle, tyrannical and unparalleled. The power is like a continuous wave of waves.

Out of the sword!

The iron sword smashed through the air, smashing everything, the sword light was extremely bright, the sword whistling sounded like a magic sound, sparks splashed, and a trace of anxious smell spread out.

Explosive sword style!

The momentum is like a tidal current, from far to near.

The blood flowed back and returned to the body. The swollen right arm recovered, with a hint of weakness. The tip of the iron sword that fell naturally glowed with a red light. .

This time, Chen Zong practiced to a new height, and all kinds of essentials emerged, so that Chen Zong captured a sense of perfection.

Strike while the iron is hot and practice again.

Over and over again, the past accumulations such as potential were tapped out, and every time Chen Zong could feel that his understanding of the eight styles of the real sword was deepening.

One day, two days, three days...

On the fifth day, Chen Zong practiced the Eight Forms of the True Sword again.

The last sword was a blasting sword style. A sword pierced out, the air shattered, and under the dazzling sword light and the sword whistling that pierced the brain like a demonic sound, an unparalleled sharpness erupted, which pierced through everything. Hard and sharp, that is the edge that tears all solid.

Blood and energy surging all over his body, like a torrent of waterfalls, the Tiger Roaring Art was running on its own, his body trembled slightly, and the sound was like the roar of a tiger. Chen Zong was surprised at first, and then his face was full of joy.

There was no accident, the eight-style of the real sword broke through, from the peak of Dacheng to the realm of perfection, and the blood and energy of the whole body was affected and tempered by itself.

After a full sixty breaths, the turbulent blood gradually calmed down. Chen Zong felt it carefully and smiled.

"Okay, the benefits brought by this breakthrough are worth more than half a month of hard work."

In the realm of perfection, the eight forms of the real sword can be exercised to 100% of the body, in other words, the whole body can be exercised. For martial disciples below the peak of the third level of Qi and blood, the training effect is excellent, making Chen Zong eyebrows. The mysterious tip of the sword in space is becoming more and more curious.

So, what kind of treasure is it?

He was able to teach himself the extremely profound foundation-building swordsmanship, such as the Eight-style True Sword.

Unfortunately, the mysterious sword tip never responded in the slightest, so Chen Zong could only hide his doubts.

"The Eight True Sword Forms reach the state of perfection, and they will be sharp and unstoppable!" He waved his sword and performed the Eight True Sword Forms moves.

Taking a deep breath, calmed down the excited heart, returned to calm, retracted the sword into the sheath, and put on the sword-bow pose again. Suddenly, a sharp edge condensed on the body and gradually spread out.

Chen Zong did not immediately use his sword, but carefully felt the changes in his body. The Real Sword Eight Forms in the Realm of Perfection were quite different from the peak of Dacheng.

After a while, Chen Zong understood the changes in the Fujian style, and then he shook his body and drew the sword.

The sword light was like a waning moon, with an amazing sharp edge cutting through the front, leaving a faint white scratch.

Soon, the practice of the eight real swords was completed, and the blood and energy in his body accelerated like a rapid flow.

Without pausing, Chen Zong put on the Fujian pose again and continued to practice until his arms were sore and weak.

"It's cool." His face was dripping with sweat, but Chen Zong was so pleased with it that he couldn't stop laughing.

So far, all of his foundation-building martial arts have reached the perfect state.

"The next step is the Transcendent Realm." Chen Zong secretly said to himself, that is an elusive goal, whether it can be achieved, not sure, but it is worth trying.

After going back to the house to wash up and put on clean clothes, Chen Zong took his sword and went to Chen Chuyun's courtyard. The eight-style of the real sword has reached a perfect state. It is gratifying, but it is not something to be proud of. Daily training , still have to continue.

Now, the weight of his arms has reached 40 pounds each, and the heavy iron balls used in the training of steadiness have also reached 40 pounds. The duration of his right arm has reached 15 minutes, and his left arm has reached 14 minutes. , compared with the beginning, there is a very obvious improvement.

In every battle for the chief king, Chen Zong never took off his load, which meant that he never put forth his full strength every time, but only himself and Chen Chuyun knew all of this.

In front of the wooden frame for training Quanzi Jue, a new batch of round wooden balls were replaced on it, and they were smooth and round like jade beads.

Chen Zong approached with seemingly idle steps, and stabbed his sword with his hands. The sword light was continuous and three bursts in a flash. Almost at the same time, he stabbed the three largest log balls, leaving a spot in the center of the stab, but the three log balls remained motionless. .

Fast, accurate and stable results are remarkable.