Chapter 41 Self-Realization of the Ultimate Move
"You're all going to die."
The Hei Yaomen martial artist said the last sentence with a fierce face, his head tilted, and he was killed. There was blood gurgling out of his heart, dark red, with a strong fishy smell.
"The fifth one." Chen Zong frowned slightly.
Twenty days since I entered the Western Wilderness, I have encountered a total of five Black Demon Sect warriors before and after. The first four Black Demon Sect warriors are all practicing the fourth rank of Jin Jing. Although their strength is not weak, compared with Chen Zong, the gap is obvious, and they are easy to cut. kill.
This fifth Hei Yaomen martial artist was directly cultivated in the early stage of the fifth rank of Jin Jing. His physique was strong and his strength was astonishing. , burst out the power of inner strength and qi, blood and physique, and only then penetrated the opponent's heart.
Rao is so, Chen Zong is not unscathed, there is a chi-long wound on the back, deep bones can be seen, and blood is dripping. Fortunately, the self-healing ability is strong, and the bleeding has been stopped, but it is not easy to completely heal. Chen Zong twisted his arm and tried his best. Possibly sprinkle the meds on the wound to speed up healing.
"This time, I don't know how many people will die under the hands of the Hei Yaomen martial artist." With a secret voice, Chen Zong found some pills and some money tickets from the Hei Yaomen martial artist.
On the 23rd day, the wound on the back was completely healed, but left an obvious scar, like a record.
Twenty-three consecutive days of slaughtering made Chen Zong's aura more fierce, and there was a pressing power between his eyes.
Fighting, fighting, fighting, every battle is a battle of life and death, if you are not careful, you will die.
Chen Zong didn't want to die, so he would go all out in every battle. The benefit was that he could control his own power more finely, and every swordsmanship would go deeper into the realm of subtlety.
Tonight, the weather is very bad, the clouds are dense, and the darkness is heavy, as if it is about to be suppressed, bringing a very depressed feeling to the people and monsters in the Western Wilderness, and it is difficult to breathe.
Click!
The red thunder light, like a giant python, streaked across the sky with incomparable fury and sharpness, tearing apart the dark clouds, and instantly illuminating the world.
The night in the Western Wilderness is the most dangerous. For human warriors, the night vision is blocked, but it is the world of monsters. Basically, the warriors who enter the Western Wilderness have the highest mortality rate at night.
It's just that on nights like this, even monsters hide.
Monsters have caves to hide in,
But it is difficult for warriors.
The red thunder ripped apart the clouds one by one, each of which was extremely violent and domineering, and everything could not be stopped.
Rumbling, the momentum is earth-shattering, as if the end of the world is coming.
Chen Zong built a bonfire and looked up at the red thunder that swept across the sky from time to time. The breath and color directly attracted him.
Whether it is the original Lightning Sword Technique, or the Lightning Extreme Lightning Killing Sword that he learned from the Lightning Lightning Sword Technique, or the Lightning Sword Technique he is currently majoring in, they are all inseparable from lightning.
Of course, swordsmanship is swordsmanship, and thunderbolt is thunderbolt. The two are not the same thing. The difference in power is enormous. Besides, swords are swords after all, just a simulation, while thunderbolts are real. The power of heaven and earth.
However, Chen Zong, who once understood the thunder and lightning in rainy days and realized the lightning flashing sword, when he saw such lightning, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, a kind of throbbing.
"Thunderbolt represents power, the authority of heaven and earth, domineering, majestic, swift and violent, everything is irresistible and will be destroyed under the power of lightning..." Chen Zong muttered to himself, staring at the red thunder in the sky trance.
The red lightning has a strangeness that looks even more terrifying.
He jumped up and drew his sword out of the scabbard. Under the thunder and lightning night sky, the sword light lingered, and when the sword was pierced, it was like a small lightning tearing the air.
Lightning Sword Technique!
Lightning Sword Technique!
The left hand cooperated with it, and displayed the big thunder hand.
Every door can be related to Thunder and Lightning.
In the sky, one after another red thunder and lightning flashed across the sky and shattered the clouds, bursting with astonishing dazzling light, and also filled with the aura of violent destruction.
Under the sky, Chen Zong practiced his sword without thinking or thinking. Gradually, each sword seemed to fit the red lightning trajectory in the sky, either straight or meandering, with an indescribable feeling.
As if separated by a strange mirror, the sword light wielded by Chen Zong was reflected through the strange mirror and then enlarged, or the red lightning from the sky was reflected and reduced in size after passing through the strange mirror.
But if you look closely, you will find that the trajectory of the two is still slightly different, and the trajectory of Chen Zong's sword is flawed.
This kind of flaw, ordinary warriors can't see it, only the real warriors can see the clue.
As for Chen Zong himself, he has no feeling. Now, he is completely immersed in swinging his sword. Gradually, every sword is free from the restrictions of the lightning flash swordsmanship and lightning swordsmanship, and he can do whatever he wants.
Over and over, suddenly, a red lightning deviated from the track, shot down from the sky, tore the night, and meandered, as if a brutal and powerful red dragon, fell less than a hundred meters away from Chen Zong, and hit a building. The earth bag is seven or eight meters high and twenty meters wide.
There was a roar, the earth shook, the earth bag was torn apart, and a little bit of dirt was mixed with terrifying lightning power, lashing in all directions, covering thousands of meters in a radius, even more terrifying than arrows.
The power contained in every bit of dirt is enough to pierce through the powerful physique of a third-level low-grade monster.
In the blink of an eye, countless debris flocked to Chen Zong, like a swarm of locusts, to hit Chen Zong with holes and blood.
A strong sense of crisis permeated the whole body, without any hesitation, Chen Zong turned his palm into a claw with his left hand, clasped the hilt of the sword around his waist, and the sharp sword was unsheathed, shining in the night.
With the two swords in hand, they immediately swung them. Each sword seemed to be related to the Lightning Lightning Sword Technique and the Lightning Sword Technique, but it seemed to be free from their own shackles and become a self-contained body.
The sword light was like lightning, and it brought up a path of light like thunder, spreading all around, smashing the debris that came from the lasing.
Under the collision, Chen Zong could clearly feel that the power contained in each piece of dirt was a strong impact, but it was nothing to him who was in the middle of the fourth rank of the Strength Realm and approached the late stage of cultivation. The point is that the power contained in each piece of dirt, although it is very subtle, is the real power of thunder and lightning, with a very terrifying destructive power.
When the power of lightning poured into the arm and spread to the whole body through the sword body, Chen Zong's body trembled involuntarily, numb, and all the strength seemed to be scattered, and it was difficult to condense.
But Chen Zong's inner strength was very pure after all, he resisted it abruptly, and continued to use his sword. Only in this way could he be able to reduce the impact.
The debris was constantly being smashed, and Chen Zong's double swords were like splashing water, but with the continuous impact of the power of lightning, the feeling of numbness became stronger and stronger, and the whole person seemed to be melted.
The strong mental will controls the pure inner strength of the whole body, and it keeps running. The Primordial Orb that is worn close to the body seems to be stimulated. The breath of a large number of large shares pours into the body, mixed with tempering Chen Zong's body, Continue to integrate the copper skin, steel and iron bones, and condense them into one.
Clearly felt that Chen Zong realized that this was a rare opportunity, but the debris was sputtered.
The power of lightning invaded the body, and wanted to cause damage, but was resisted by the aura of Primordial Primordial, and it circulated, but under this condition, it could not be dissipated. Over and over again, Chen Zong felt very uncomfortable. All scattered away.
"Congeal!"
With a low shout, the sound was like a thunderbolt, and the scattered Jinglei Jianjin was condensed again under the tyrannical mental will.
In Chen Zong's mind, the mystery of the lightning sword technique, the mystery of the lightning sword technique, the mystery of the lightning lightning sword, and finally, the red thunder that shattered the earthen bag was shot down from the sky, as if reappearing. Directly splitting Chen Zong's mind, Fulin's heart burst into inspiration.
With a loud shout, if the thunder exploded, Chen Zong threw away the sword in his left hand and used both hands to hold the sword. A sword circled around behind him, carrying a whole body of power, guiding the power of lightning in his body and pouring it into the sword. , slashed forward, and in the middle, the momentum of beheading came to an end, and immediately turned into a straight stab, and the speed surged, like a real lightning thunder, tearing the sky.
scoff!
The air was like a cloth being cut directly, the sword speed was extremely fast, the blade and the air rubbed red, the temperature soared, and a burning smell pervaded.
The sword fell, and the front of the sword was red, especially the tip of the sword, which was more like being roasted in a raging fire.
"Although there is no target, the power of this sword is definitely very strong. It must be twice as strong as the thunder light hitting the wood in the microscopic realm." Chen Zong secretly said, watching the light of the trajectory under the sword dissipate, secretly excited.
Fulin's heart-to-heart sword and inspirational sword also benefited from a solid foundation and last-minute understanding.
"This sword, as the ultimate move of the Thunder Light Sword Technique, is called Thunder Light Split Mountain."
Thunder Light Swordsmanship is a top-grade swordsmanship at the ground level, but it lacks the final ultimate move and is always incomplete, especially the last ultimate move, which is very important and can be said to occupy half of the entire swordsmanship.
If he couldn't get it, he made it up by himself, and a sense of harmony emerged spontaneously. In an instant, Chen Zong's comprehension of the Lightning Sword Technique became a little deeper.
"I don't know if Leiguang Cracked Mountain is stronger or weaker than the original ultimate move of the Thunder Light Sword Technique?" Chen Zong secretly said.
However, according to the wind-cutting swordsmanship and the Tianguang swordsmanship that he had practiced before, it should be about the same.
That sword also forced out all the power of lightning that was raging in the body, the body returned to normal, and the Primordial aura emerging from the Primordial Orb also returned to its original level, but Chen Zong could feel the progress of the fourth level of body forging. There has been improvement, and the distance to practice is getting closer and closer.
"Leiguang Cracked Mountain is just a start-up, and it takes a lot of practice to master it and further improve it."
Under the night of lightning, Chen Zong once again used his sword.
Suddenly, a bean-sized raindrop fell on his face, making a crisp sound with a snapping sound. More and more raindrops fell from the sky, forming a rain line, densely packed, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Zong was soaked all over his body. But he ignored it, practicing his sword in the rain, and every time the sword came out, it shattered countless raindrops, and the water droplets flew.