Chapter 13 Generous Rewards

(Today's first more offer, continue to rush to the list)

Blood transfer!

Block!

Back off!

Sheath the sword!

Fujian style!

Sisi's sharp aura permeated out, locking Tang Junluo, making him look solemn.

The Hidden Dragon Art was carried to the limit, blood rushing like a dragon, exuding great pressure, the dragon pattern on the golden spear in his hand seemed to be affected, and there was a hint of blood.

The Qianlong Spear Technique and the Qianlong Technique belong to the same strain. Using the Qianlong Technique to motivate the Qianlong Spear Technique will increase the power of the Qianlong Spear Technique a little.

Fourteen hundred pounds of strength!

Get the Hidden Dragon Art to enhance the power of Hidden Dragon Spear!

Tang Junluo at this time is absolutely terrible, but Chen Zong at this time will not be inferior.

The Tiger Roaring Art was carried to the extreme, and the blood energy was vibrating and rushing, as if there was a fierce tiger roaring constantly, exuding the might of the king of beasts.

Thousands of pounds of power!

The Real Sword of Perfection, which is better than the Qianlong Spear Technique!

Who is strong or weak can only be known by fighting hard.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Elder Tang Zhigu's pupils shrank, and from Chen Zong's starting gesture, he felt a sharpness, a sharpness and sharpness that seemed to be capable of severing all things.

Elder Xing smiled, but he was also surprised in his heart. He had seen Chen Zong use this sword technique before, that is, in the first battle for the chief king, but he never used it again. He didn't expect it to reappear today. It is the realm of perfection, and the momentum alone is many times better than the eagle fencing method.

"Perhaps, I won't be defeated." Elder Xing thought to himself, as long as Chen Zong can remain undefeated under Tang Junluo's spear, that is his greatest hope.

The spear danced, and Tang Junluo once again put on the Qianlong Marksmanship--the Qianlong Stance!

The starting style of a martial arts is very important. It can not only play a role in inheriting the next generation, but also can converge one's own weaknesses to the extreme, waiting for the opportunity to find the opponent's weaknesses. The moment of making a move is the fastest time.

The air seemed to freeze, and the invisible pressure made all the warriors feel suffocated. The sound of swallowing saliva became so clear that a trace of sweat leaked from their foreheads.

Tang Junluo's eyes collided with Chen Zong's eyes, like a laser shot.

The Qianlong Spear Technique, like the Qianlong Dragon flying into the sky, locked Chen Zong firmly. As long as Chen Zong showed a slight flaw, he would immediately be bombarded like a storm.

The sharpness of Zhenjian Baishi, the unparalleled sharpness of the real sword, also locks Tang Junluo, so that he has no doubt that as long as he shows a slight flaw, he will be greeted immediately by an amazing sword light that can slash mountains and rocks.

The eyes met, the momentum collided, and the blood and energy were constantly being carried, like the water of a big river surging, the burden on the two of them was not small over time, and the sweat seeped from the forehead and slipped down the cheeks.

The momentum has been raised to the extreme, and it has come to the time when it has to be released.

Gun out like a dragon!

The real sword is unparalleled!

Tamron style!

The blood-colored dragon pattern on the golden spear seemed to come alive, turning into a golden and red two-colored dragon, rushing out of the abyss, smashing the dance like the sky, and blasting towards Chen Zong with unparalleled power.

Fujian style!

The iron sword was unsheathed, and the friction sound was like the collision of iron from the sky, as if there were sparks sputtering out, the sword light was like a waning moon, cut through the air, and was incomparably sharp, smashed everything, and killed Tang Junluo.

Once shot, it was out of control.

Dragon style!

Panlong style!

Dragon style!

Rising Dragon Style!

Punch sword style!

Ring sword!

Chopping sword!

Chaos Sword!

Under the power of 1,400 jins, Tang Junluo's every shot was extremely powerful, with an astonishing whistling sound, like a wave that overwhelmed the mountains, and like a cannon that shattered the sky.

In terms of strength, even though Chen Zong is not as good as Tang Junluo, the power of the real sword eight-style is worse than the Qianlong spear technique, especially the practice of the three-character key of fast, accurate and stable, which makes Chen Zong's sword stronger.

For a time, the shadows of the guns danced and the sword light was surrounded, dazzling and dazzling.

Stirring in all directions, it will make people deaf.

The gun picks a straight line, and the sword walks lightly.

But Tang Junluo's gun is full of domineering, as if a king ordered the world.

Chen Zong's sword is unparalleled, capable of severing everything.

Hidden Dragon, True Sword!

who can be stronger.

"Take my last shot... Canglong style!" With a low voice, Tang Junluo's aura broke through the limit and reached a new height. Holding the gun in both hands, the whole person seemed to be integrated with the golden spear, like a blue dragon falling from the sky, shattering with his teeth and claws. The clouds ripped apart the sky, as if they wanted to smash and sink the earth.

"Exploding sword style!" The sound was like a tiger's roar, and it sounded like a symphony of gold and iron. The surge, mixed with blood energy, went straight to the right arm, like the ocean flowing, the right arm swelled in a circle in an instant, and the blue veins bulged.

With a roar, like a tiger king leaping over a mountain, like a meteor falling to the ground, without reservation, Chen Zong stabbed a sword, and that sword was not only sharp, but also unparalleled.

Countless sparks splashed, the sword body was red, and the scorching smell filled the air.

collision!

Except for Elder Xing and Elder Tang Zhigu, the others only felt their heads shake, and the extremely sharp voice pierced into their ears like a needle, causing them to have a headache, so they couldn't hear anything, and they had to close their eyes, otherwise A dazzling light would blind them.

The terrifying impact of energy made the ground seem to be slashed fiercely, and a gap was directly drawn.

The spear was released and the iron sword was broken. Tang Junluo and Chen Zong stepped back five steps in a row. Tang Junluo's hands were trembling again and again, his fingers were curled up, as if he couldn't straighten it. hilt.

With a crisp sound, the golden spear fell from the sky and was inserted into the ground.

Who wins and who loses?

"Hahahaha, yes yes, the Chen family has indeed produced a great genius, this battle, even if it is a draw." Elder Tang Zhigu said with a quick smile in surprise.

"It's a tie." Elder Xing nodded, his old face blossomed with a smile. His original expectation was that Chen Zong would be able to hold on to Tang Junluo's spear and not lose. Unexpected.

In fact, he could totally see that Chen Zong's disadvantage lay in the sword.

Tang Junluo's spear is a Baotie-level weapon, but Chen Zong's iron sword is a mortal iron-level weapon. The difference is obvious. If Chen Zong's sword is a Baotie-level weapon, this time the collision, the loser may be Tang Junluo.

But fighting has never paid attention to the so-called fairness, origin, resources, talent, strength, as long as you embark on the road of martial arts, it is inevitable and insufficient, and you can only strive for it yourself.

"Chen Zong, I remember your name." Tang Junluo said, carrying his hands on his back, with a smile on his face: "After becoming a warrior, I will fight you again. At that time, I hope you can change a better one. sword."

Bringing the golden spear, Tang Junluo and Elder Tang Zhigu left, and the disciples of the Chen family were all excited after they reacted.

Chen Yidao and Chen Yuyao looked at Chen Zong's not tall and strong figure, but found that they could only look up at each other before they knew it.

When did this transformation start?

Before they knew it, there was a hint of pride in their hearts. Chen Zong came out of the Xiaohu Town branch with them.

"Chen Zong, very good." Elder Xing came over and made no secret of his admiration: "How many times have you tempered your blood?"

"Five times." Chen Zong didn't hide it.

"Is it the limit?" Elder Xing said in surprise.

"Never." Chen Zong also answered truthfully.

"In other words, you can refine your blood energy at least six times." Elder Xing was even more surprised.

The blood energy has been tempered six times, which is the highest record in the Chen family. Chen Zong has shown an amazing talent for swordsmanship. Now this blood energy cultivation talent is also very extraordinary, which makes him unexpectedly happy.

"Alright, alright, Tang Junluo defeated the talented warriors of the two giants and the other four major families, but you were the only one who was hindered. Chen Zong, since you praised the prestige of my Chen family, you should be rewarded." Elder Xing's tone was a little excited: "You go. Pick up a fine iron sword in the weapon room, and later, I will have someone bring you a piece of tiger yang bone paste and a hundred energy pills."

"Thank you, Elder." Chen Zong said with a sincere smile.

"You deserve it." Elder Xing was very satisfied.

"Refined Iron Sword!" The martial disciples were envious, especially the members of the swordsmanship group.

Weapons can be divided into three grades, Fan Iron, Fine Iron, and Treasure Iron.

The vast majority of warriors in the family can only use ordinary iron weapons. Only after becoming warriors can they be given fine iron weapons. As for treasure iron weapons, it is very difficult. Only those who are very important are eligible to obtain them. .

In terms of value, an ordinary iron-level sword is about twenty or thirty jade coins, but a fine-iron-level sword is worth at least ten times as much.

In addition, the reward of a piece of tiger yang bone paste also made the disciples jealous.

According to the size of a piece of Huyang Zhuanggu ointment, at least ten jars of Huyang Zhuanggujiu can be brewed. It has a very significant effect on the tempering of blood and energy. As for the energy pills, although the effect is not good, a hundred tablets are still a lot. .

"Chen Zong, I see the foundation-building swordsmanship you performed at the end, very mysterious, what's the name?" Elder Xing asked again.

"Eight forms of the real sword." Chen Zong replied after hesitating for a while.

"You are willing to give this swordsmanship to the clan hall." Elder Xing's tone was fiery, and his eyes were full of anticipation: "Don't worry, as long as you are willing, I can make the decision to give you a higher reward, choose a treasured iron sword and ten tigers. Masculine bone paste."

The surrounding warriors were all short of breath, especially those in the swordsmanship group, who were about to faint.

Chen Zong was startled, shocked, and very moved.

For swordsmen, the attraction of a good sword is unparalleled. It is not only a hobby mentality, it is like an antique collector getting rare antiques, but it can also bring a significant increase in his own strength.

It can be said that if in the previous battle, he had held a treasured iron sword, he would have defeated Tang Junluo.

As for the ten pieces of tiger yang bone paste, the attraction is not small.

"Elder, this sword technique was taught by a senior. Without his consent, I can't decide on my own." Chen Zong thought about it, and finally said.

The Eight True Sword Forms are passed down by the mysterious sword tip. It is very mysterious. You can just practice it yourself.

"It doesn't matter." Elder Xing also knew that this was not easy, especially if it was taught by the seniors, so he no longer bothered about it: "Cultivation well and win glory for the family."