Chapter 12 True Sword Unparalleled

(This chapter, completed in one go, is written in a blissful and dripping manner, with blood boiling, wanting to draw a sword to wipe the edge)

"as you wish!"

In the surprise and anticipation of everyone, Chen Zong's pace was fast.

Pointing, flicking, and sliding staggered, quickly backed up, retreated to the front of the seat, clasped the hilt of the sword lying quietly on the table with the left hand, and drew a perfect arc inward with the right hand.

The soft sound of the sword squeaked into my ears, and it was the sound of the sword body rubbing against the scabbard.

The steps are staggered back and forth, the body is low, the center of gravity is forward, the body is leaning to the left, the left hand is clasping the scabbard close to the waist, the right hand is bluffing, and the hilt is close.

A trace of indescribable fierceness condensed on Chen Zong's body, and spread out in an instant. The whole person seemed to have become a divine sword. The edge was astounding in the world, and gradually introverted. All of them were hidden in their sheaths, just waiting to be unsheathed. At that moment, the ghosts and gods cried out in shock.

The Eight Forms of the True Sword... Fujian Form!

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?"

"It feels so sharp."

Exclamations rang out.

Yang Yigu, Li Zhenshi and others who practiced swords almost stood up, their faces full of surprise. They could clearly feel the incomparable sharpness condensed on Chen Zong.

Unparalleled momentum, unique.

It seems... as if it fits perfectly with the sword in his hand.

As if... the whole thing was a real sword... a sharp sword!

Tang Junluo's eyes seemed to be bursting with golden light, and with a low voice, it was like a dragon roar, and he ran his spear with both hands and stabbed out of the air, turning into a golden dragon and rushing out of the abyss, carrying unparalleled strength and might, like smashing mountains. Boom to Chen Zong.

A trace of sharpness burst forth, the figure trembled slightly, the five fingers of the right hand were wide open, and then the hilt of the sword was buckled and the sword was drawn!

The sound of the sword chirping is melodious, and if the lingering sound can linger around the beam for three days.

The sharp sword light cuts through the air, like the waning moon in the night sky, it is the best of all times.

Sword drawing!

Under the fierce tiger kungfu, the power of qi and blood runs, and the arm strength reaches the perfect state of two thousand jin To the extreme, nothing is cut.

With a sword cut, the golden flood dragon seemed to let out a mournful cry, the dragon's head was cut off, and it collapsed directly.

Thanks to the basic 18-style and fast, accurate and stable cultivation, and thanks to the fact that the three-door foundation-building swordsmanship has reached the realm of subtlety, the eight-style of the real sword is further in the realm of perfection, and it is closer to the realm of subtlety.

The body is undulating, retreating and advancing, and the momentum is unstoppable, as if it is indomitable.

There is no return to the sword!

Impressive!

Punch sword style!

Tang Junluo's shot shook and turned into a flying dragon.

Tamron style!

But that Tenglong was defeated under the tyrannical impact of the sword-rushing style, and was unmatched.

"What the hell is that?"

"Why is it so scary?"

The people around were full of horror.

It's not that they are making a fuss, but the swordsmanship used by Chen Zong is too powerful. Compared with the first-level entry of ordinary human-level low-grade swordsmanship, it is not inferior, or even better.

After all, the use of the foundation-building swordsmanship does not require an explosion to consume the power of qi and blood.

Have fun!

A good sword gives Chen Zong the feeling that it is like this, as if there are thousands of troops, he can also kill them with one sword.

With pride, I asked who in the world can stop me?

Ring sword!

Chopping sword!

At this moment, the power gap between the two sides seemed to be eliminated, but the stunning sword light seemed to pierce everything and cut everything.

Tang Junluo gritted his teeth. He had no idea whatsoever. Chen Zongyi, who was holding a treasured iron sword, showed that the sword technique would be so terrifying. It was completely beyond his expectations. At the same time, he also understood that this paragraph Time has made obvious progress, and the progress of the other party may be even greater.

But so what?

I have the Dragon Spear in hand, who can break it?

Faith rises, momentum is condensed, more arrogant, vaguely,

It seems that there is a dragon roar coming from outside the sky, and it seems to be coming from Tang Junluo's body. To a certain extent, Tang Junluo has undergone a slight transformation under the pressure brought by Chen Zongzhen's eight-style sword.

Chaos Sword!

The sword light splashed, like a butterfly wearing a flower, like a torrential rain pouring, dense and continuous, as if endless, like a huge wave emptying and surging.

Back back back!

Tang Junluo carried the spear with both hands and tried his best to resist, but he couldn't help but step back.

The collision of swords and guns, the incomparably harsh symphony of gold and iron pierced through gold and cracked stones, and countless sparks bloomed like meteors on a summer night. .

Swift Sword!

A sword, like riding the wind and breaking through the sky, like a meteor chasing the moon, it seems to come from the void outside the sky, through the blinding flowers, through the mountains and mountains, through the sky and the sun.

A little cold light, like a flying star in the sky, magnifies in front of Tang Junluo, flooding the whole world, and also magnifies in the eyes of everyone, leaving the world independent.

To the extreme!

His arms were swollen, his blue veins protruded like a python, his strength seemed to exceed the limit, his hands danced in a whirl, and his spear rolled like a wheel and was airtight.

The tip of the sword was retracted at one point, but the power exploded in an instant, causing the golden dragon spear in Tang Junluo's hand to tremble, his arms vibrated, and he retreated again and again.

He took a step forward with his left foot, and turned his body to the right with all his might, holding a sword in his right arm as if drawing a big bow backwards, raising his sword in his left hand and pointing straight at Tang Junluo. The arm, the right arm swelled in a circle, the blood and blood were like volcanic magma almost bursting out, and the tyrannical force was unpleasant.

Explosive sword style!

The last and strongest sword of the Eight True Swords.

With one sword, it seems to be able to smash boulders, pierce mountains, smash the earth, go straight to the sky and break nine days, penetrate the stars and pierce the moon, and the moon destroys the stars.

Everyone felt a terrifying edge, as if to smash them all and turn them into powder, making them terrified.

"Canglong style!"

Tang Junluo was under the most direct and intense pressure. The whole person was about to suffocate and almost collapsed, but he firmly believed, burst out with strength, and let out a loud roar, like a blue dragon cruising the sea for nine days.

The dragon spear was urged to the extreme, and the dragon pattern on the spear exuded blood-colored brilliance, as if it was about to turn into a flood dragon with its teeth and claws emerging from the spear.

The giant roar and the gun force were combined into one, and he poured out his strength and might, breaking a certain shackles and stepping into a new realm in an instant.

Hidden Dragon Marksmanship... Into the micro!

With one shot of the Canglong style, I am invincible!

This is the strongest one-hit collision, and whoever wins and who loses will determine success or failure.

Sword and spear, sword tip and spear tip, blast sword and blue dragon!

collision!

There was a sharp tear in the eardrum, and immediately, nothing could be heard. The countless sparks in front of him splashed, the color faded, it became black and white, and everything in the empty space was blurred and distorted.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths!

After more than a dozen breaths passed, the faint voice sounded, as if it was slowly coming from the horizon, and became clear.

Chen Zong stepped back five steps, his feet left five marks on the hard floor, the sword body trembled wildly, the right hand holding the sword trembled, the tiger's mouth cracked, and a trace of blood flowed down the hilt of the sword.

Tang Junluo's hands were empty, his palms were scratched, blood dripped out and stained his palms red, his hands were still trembling, the golden dragon spear was inserted on the back of the seat behind Tang Junluo, and the spear body shook.

But the eyes of the two are still sharp and domineering.

There was a dead silence all around, not even breathing could be heard, only the shaking of the blade and gun was clearly visible.

It took more than a dozen breaths before other voices sounded.

"Chen Zong, you win this battle," Tang Junluo said cheerfully, putting his hands behind his back.

"I should have won." Chen Zong admitted without shyness, put the sword into the sheath, grabbed the white cloth on one side, and wiped the blood on the hilt of the sword.

In the end, it seems that they are evenly matched, but one person has the sword in hand and the other is out of the gun, so there will naturally be a conclusion.

After carefully looking at the sword in his hand, there was no damage in such a collision. As expected, it was a treasure-level sword, which made Chen Zong even more fond of it.

"Wonderful!" Tang Junhao clapped his hands and made no secret of his admiration. Even with his sixth-level qi and blood level, he felt that this battle was unparalleled and impeccable, which made people's blood boil.

The applause sounded, very fiery, at this moment, no matter who it was, let go of the grievances in their hearts.

Because they are all warriors.

The applause stopped.

"Chen Zong, what's the name of the swordsmanship you use?" Tang Junluo asked, and everyone pricked up their ears and was very curious.

"Eight forms of the real sword." Chen Zong's tone was indifferent.

"True sword eight?" Everyone looked at each other, they had never heard of this name, not even Li Zhenshi, the young master of the swordsman family.

But it does not prevent it. From then on, the name of this swordsmanship will be forever imprinted in their hearts, and they will be unforgettable until death.

"Eight forms of the real sword... Your sword can be called the four characters of real sword unparalleled." Tang Junluo said.

"It's not enough." Chen Zong said, not being modest, but telling the truth.

At this point, the competition of the Shenglong Club is basically over. Chen Zong and Tang Junluo put medicine on the wound to stop the bleeding.

Everyone did not leave in a hurry, but continued to stay, discussing their own opinions and exchanging martial arts experience with each other.

"Thank you for the banquet, and farewell."

"Farewell."

"Farewell."

There is no lasting feast in the world. The Shenglong Festival will last for a long time, and it should end. Everyone got up and said goodbye to Tang Junhao and Tang Junluo.

"Chen Zong, I am very happy to fight today, but in the future, I will fight with you again, and I will definitely defeat you." Tang Junluo looked directly at Chen Zong and said word by word, not at all discouraged by the momentary defeat, Fighting spirit.

"I won't stand still." Chen Zong smiled and raised the sword in his hand: "In addition, thank you for your treasured iron sword, I like it very much."

"Tang Junluo, I am very dissatisfied with today's battle. In the future, I will definitely ask you to do your best." Zhao Wangcheng's face was stern.

"You can't catch up with me." Tang Junluo declared domineeringly.

"Let's go, do you want to find a place to drink?" Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong's shoulder and asked.

"Next time." Chen Zong responded with a smile, he still has things to do, drinking or something, it's not that important.

"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor. If I have a chance, I will ask you to learn from each other." Li Zhenshi left a sentence when he passed by.

"Brother Li, wait a moment." Chen Zong hurriedly chased after him. He also wanted to ask what the realm above the subtle realm was.