Chapter 10 Li Zhenshi's Sword

(Today's first update, here it is)

The length of the sword is sixty-six centimeters, which is longer than the sword Chen Zong used before.

The widest point is four, the narrowest is three, the thickest is 1.2, the thinnest is 0.8, the sword grid is bronze, like a dragon's head opening its mouth, and the sword body is swallowed. The hilt is made of ebony. The surface is frosted to increase grip, feel great in the hand, and it also constantly emits a faint sandalwood, which makes people feel refreshed.

The head of the sword is in the shape of a dragon's tail, and it is also bronze.

The net weight is twenty-six kilograms.

There are wavy lines on the blade, with a slight blue light, which makes people know at a glance that it is incomparably sharp.

The sword is a good sword, Chen Zong couldn't help but be amazed, but unfortunately, it was a bit awkward.

Swords are like people, each is different, not all are suitable.

"But it doesn't matter, I can make some adjustments." Chen Zong secretly said.

If it doesn't go well, either get used to it or replace it. With such a good sword, Chen Zong loves it and doesn't want to change it, so he adjusts to get used to it, although it will take some time.

The scabbard is also made of ebony wood, with bronze decorations on it, which looks extraordinary, and its value is naturally extraordinary.

"Chen Zong, do you feel itchy when you get a good sword?" Li Zhenshi said with a smile.

"I also need a good opponent." Chen Zong gently put down his scabbard and got up, raised his sword and walked towards Li Zhenshi.

The Li family is a family of swordsmen, and the swordsmanship is inherited. It is very superb. It can be ranked first in Fengwu City. Very excited.

"My sword is also a treasured iron sword." Li Zhenshi slowly drew his sword, the sword light was clear, like a reflection of autumn water, and he saw his eyes looking at the sword in his hand with tenderness. If he looked at his lover silently, his left hand would bend his fingers Lightly flicked on the sword, the sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword was melodious and pleasant: "The total length is eighty-eight, the width is three-point seven, and the weight is twenty-nine pounds. My foundation-building swordsmanship is called Qingfeng."

"Please." Chen Zong pulled out a few sword flowers to adapt to the sword in his hand.

"The breeze is always with me."

With a soft moan, Li Zhenshi's body seemed to be riding the wind, a sword stabbed out, and the sword light swayed, as if it turned into a breeze, and slowly blew towards Chen Zong, seemingly soft, but contained an amazing edge.

This sword already has a taste of detachment, infinitely close to the realm of subtlety.

But infinite proximity does not mean reaching, and it is difficult to really take that step, unless you can get some opportunities.

The sword transforms into the breeze, and after the sword strikes, it is everywhere, and it is difficult to tell where the sword is, only the breeze is gentle and the wind is heard.

Whisk willows!

The breeze blew, Chen Zong's figure swayed, as if a willow tree swayed in the wind, the sword moved in sync with the body, and between the swaying, a sword shot out, from soft to sharp in an instant, tearing the breeze.

Li Zhenshi tempered his blood energy seven times, and almost finished the eighth time. The foundation is better than Chen Zong, but the number of times the blood energy is tempered has a great relationship with the foundation and future entry, and the impact on strength. Not so significant.

What's more, Chen Zong's swordsmanship is in the realm of subtlety. Even if Fuliu's swordsmanship itself is inferior to Li Zhenshi's Qingfeng swordsmanship, the gap in realm can not only be leveled but also surpassed.

Li Zhenshi was born in a family of swordsmanship. He has been nurtured since he was a child. He is also talented in swordsmanship, and he works hard enough. In general, his swordsmanship is very good. Even if his swordsmanship is not as good as Chen Zong's, he will not fall behind .

The sword is like the wind, circling and whistling, changing fast, slow, light and heavy.

Chen Zong used the Willow Sword Technique to the extreme, and the body and the sword seemed to be perfectly combined, making people think that it was a willow tree swaying in the wind.

"Is this the Fuliu swordsmanship in the realm of perfection?"

"It feels like it is, but it doesn't seem like it."

"Could it be..." Some people made some guesses, trembling all over, and their faces changed greatly. If the guesses are true, then the Chen Family Chen Zong's sword training talent is too terrifying.

"You actually practiced the Fuliu swordsmanship to the realm of subtlety!" Li Zhenshijian never stopped,

The tone was full of shock.

Originally, he had guessed that he invited Chen Zong to fight the sword and tried it for himself. It really was true.

You must know that the Li family is a family of swordsmanship. It has been passed down since the kingdom era. The two eras combined have a history of six or seven hundred years. The inheritance of swordsmanship is very complete, and the environment for practicing swordsmanship is excellent. He is also a rare swordsman genius in the family. He has been nurtured countless times since he was a child, but so far, he has not been able to cultivate the Qingfeng swordsmanship to the realm of subtlety, which is always a little bit worse.

The Chen family is not a swordsmanship family. Their characteristic lies in the spirit of the tiger. However, Chen Zong is only a clan member, and he can practice swordsmanship to the lowest level. How could Li Zhenshi not be shocked.

"I will borrow your sword to reach the realm of subtlety." Li Zhenshi secretly said.

Get rid of distracting thoughts, use the sword wholeheartedly, and carefully experience the unique charm contained in Chen Zongjian.

Fu Liu swordsmanship!

Shadow Sword Technique!

Eagle Fencing!

The three swordsmanships that reach the realm of subtlety are alternately displayed under Chen Zongjian.

"It turns out that the three swordsmanships have reached the realm of subtlety!"

Li Zhenshi was shocked again and had to adjust his distracting thoughts again. Others who watched around were stunned when they knew that Chen Zong's swordsmanship had reached the realm of subtlety, and that he was still a three-door sect.

To be able to cultivate a foundation-building martial art to the realm of subtlety, it is already very amazing, not to mention, it is still three.

You must know that everyone present is the genius of the younger generation. In terms of talent, it is not inferior to many of the older generation, and even better than that, but no one has cultivated the foundation building martial arts to the smallest level.

Chen Zong was the first.

The three doors are subtle and creepy.

Yang Yigu opened his mouth wide and called out perverted. He himself had only practiced the Seven Stances of Drunk Sword to the point of being close to the subtle, but he didn't know when he would be able to step into the realm of subtlety.

This friend I just made, turned out to be...

Yang Yigu suddenly smiled bitterly.

Li Zhenshi was completely immersed in the Qingfeng swordsmanship and repeatedly used the sword.

Suddenly, from nowhere, a gust of wind blew out of thin air, and the wind swirled, as if it was integrated into Li Zhenshi's body and the sword in his hand.

The body turns into the breeze, and the sword moves with it.

Li Zhenshi's eyes burst into sharp light, the sword pierced was lighter and faster, and the implied edge was even more sharp, exuding a unique charm.

The sword transforming into the wind seems to be everywhere, from all directions, killing all of Chen Zong, Chen Zong swings the sword, the sword light surrounds, tearing and smashing the breeze one by one.

"Chen Zong, why are you doing this?" Li Zhenshi stopped and stood with his sword in hand, with unstoppable joy on his face, but his tone was full of doubts.

Chen Zong understood what he meant.

When Li Zhenshi planned to use his sword to break through the realm of swordsmanship before, Chen Zong felt that he could take this opportunity to defeat Li Zhenshi, and Li Zhenshi could not take the opportunity to realize the breakthrough, but Chen Zong not only did not do that, Instead, he also used two other sword techniques to help him.

"I didn't think so much." Chen Zong smiled.

"Don't tell me, aren't you afraid that my swordsmanship will defeat you when I reach the micro-level." Li Zhenshi asked again.

Chen Zong just smiled and did not answer.

"I understand." Li Zhenshi took a deep breath, his face showing a serious expression for the first time: "I owe you a favor, but you have to be careful, because next time I fight, I will defeat you."

Hearing Li Zhenshi's words, Chen Zong was not surprised, his expression was as usual, but the others were shocked.

Human affection should also be divided into people.

Letting an ordinary person owe favors and letting a wealthy genius owe favors are two different things, especially Li Zhenshi is the young master and first genius of the Li family.

"Not only is he open-minded, but he also has an unparalleled confidence." Tang Junhao said in a low voice, and only he and Tang Junluo could hear that voice.

In this regard, Tang Junluo also nodded in agreement.

Don't look at their young age, but they were born in a wealthy family, and they are first-level young masters.

"I didn't expect you to practice the three swordsmanships of foundation building to the level of subtlety. It's a big blunder." After speaking, Yang Yigu poured another glass of wine for Chen Zong: "How did you practice?"

Chen Zong did not refuse, although the wine was bitter and strong, but it was bitter and sweet, and it had a unique flavor.

"Practice hard every day, think about it when you have time, and break through when you practice." Chen Zong said, this answer made Yang Yigu stunned and almost choked on a bitter drink.

"Forget it, everyone has their own opportunities." Yang Yigu shook his head: "However, when I have time, I will discuss with you and see if I can take this opportunity to peek into the subtleties of the realm."

"Welcome anytime." Chen Zong smiled.

"Since you have already cultivated your swordsmanship to the lowest level, do you plan to continue going up?" Yang Yigu suddenly asked.

"Continue to go up?" Chen Zong's heart jumped unconsciously, and indescribable excitement emerged from the depths of his heart, full of expectations: "Could it be that there is a higher realm in the realm of subtlety?"

"Didn't your master tell you?" Yang Yigu was surprised: "No, the swordsmanship of the Chen family is very ordinary, and it is normal for you not to know."

"The realm of subtlety can be regarded as the end of the realm of a martial art, or it may not be counted, because there is indeed a higher realm, but it's a little different." Yang Yigu thought for a while, but he didn't know what to do for a while. How to express it, he looked at Li Zhenshi: "I don't know much, but that guy is a family of swordsmen, so he should be very clear, you can ask him, he will tell you."

Looking at Li Zhenshi, it happened that he also looked over and smiled at Chen Zong.

"Alright, I'll ask Li Zhenshi when the Rising Dragon Festival is over." Chen Zong secretly said, thinking that there is a higher realm in the realm of subtlety, there is an indescribable excitement in his heart, only feeling The whole body is full of strength, and I can't wait to draw a sword to practice.

One battle after another, someone else challenged Chen Zong, or someone whose cultivation base reached the sixth level of Qi and Blood Realm, but the other party also explained that he was just learning from the swordsmanship of foundation building to see if he could get inspiration from Chen Zong's swordsmanship. , Chen Zong naturally will not refuse.

In terms of swordsmanship, Chen Zong is indeed better than these people, but in terms of combat experience, he is obviously inferior.

After several consecutive games, Chen Zong felt that his grasp of the battle rhythm had improved significantly.

"Tang Junluo, it's time to fight me." Zhao Wangcheng got up again, his eyes were cold and stern, and he was approaching Tang Junluo.

"As you wish." Tang Junluo held the golden dragon-patterned spear, got up and took a step.