Chapter 26 The Power of Bloodline

Whoosh!

The wind blew, and under the stage, everyone stared at the same place dumbfounded.

It was like a small tornado swept outside the battle platform, making an amazing whistling sound, and quickly swept towards the battle platform.

"My brother..." Xia Tiechao was stunned at first, then smiled: "I really have an idea."

"The world of genius is always so unpredictable." A Yunlongwei said with a smile.

That's right, that small tornado was Chen Zong.

Hit by Qingchen's cyan meteor, the whole person flew out upside down, and they all flew out of the three fierce battle platform a few meters and fell to the bottom. In this case, there is no way to return to the sky. tantamount to defeat.

However, Chen Zong suddenly shuddered, his limbs stretched, and then he spun like a spinning top out of thin air. You must know that even if a true martial artist did not practice any special martial arts, it would be difficult to achieve this.

After all, he was in mid-air, and he was sent flying. There was no preparation in advance at all, and there was no place to take advantage of it. It was very difficult to move, not to mention that it turned into a whirlwind like Chen Zong.

But they didn't know that Chen Zong had mastered the power of the half-step practice of the great perfection, and his control over himself had reached an astonishing extreme. Heavier, naturally let the body rotate.

Turning faster and faster, it turned into a whirlwind and quickly drifted towards the battle platform.

When it landed, the whistling sound weakened, the rotation speed decreased, and the whirlwind disappeared.

"Okay." Qing Chen was stunned, a smile appeared on his face, his body trembled slightly, and the cyan light spewed out again, burning and swaying like a flame, and the tyrannical aura once again filled the battlefield in all directions.

Chen Zong's double swords shook, and the sound of the sword sounded melodious, as if it came from outside the sky.

At this moment, Chen Zong immediately brought different feelings to everyone.

The cyan palm prints broke through the air continuously, bombarded them, and more than a dozen times in a row, Chen Zong stepped out quickly on the broken battlefield, and his body was erratic, or rushed out, or suddenly stopped, and was bombarded by the palm prints. Only then did he realize that Just an afterimage.

Avoiding more than a dozen cyan palm prints, the red sword light ripped apart the air like lightning, piercing towards Qingchen with an astonishing roar,

Zhan Yuejian raised it from bottom to top, and provoked Qingchen's waist.

Qing Chen suddenly felt that the current Chen Zong was different from before. He was a little restrained before, but now he let go.

Once released, the combat power can be better displayed.

The two swords are incomparably sharp, and the sword light is like a dragon hitting the water, turning the river and the sea, and the feeling of letting go of the hands and feet to attack is wonderful.

Chen Zong has always advocated attacking, and is also good at attacking. Just now, in order to master his own strength, he had to defend against Qingchen's attack. Now, he has completely mastered his strength, and he doesn't need to do that anymore, he can attack as much as he wants. .

Like a ferocious tiger out of the gate, like a dragon rising into the abyss.

Chen Zong's double swords have become incomparably agile, with a sharp edge between them.

"That's the feeling." Qing Chen was secretly delighted.

"Is this his true strength?" Chi Changfeng and the others were shocked and secretly asked.

Before Chi Changfeng fought with Chen Zong, Chen Zong was not in this state. Now, he is obviously much stronger than before.

"This is the style of a great countryman." A Yunlongwei said in a low voice.

Comparing it now and before, there is a feeling of pearl versus gravel.

As if breaking free and free, Chen Zong performed all the ground-level swordsmanship he had practiced to his heart's content.

Under the interpretation of Chen Zong's double swords, every sword technique unleashed the strongest power, and countless sword lights flooded the surroundings, as if countless flood dragons traveled through clouds and rained, drowning Qingchen.

In just an instant, Qingchen was attacked by countless sword lights, and from all directions, he could clearly feel the difference in the strength contained in each sword light.

That sword light, or sharp, or domineering, or strong, or flexible, or cold, or fast, or heavy...

Qingchen can't imagine that someone can practice so many swordsmanships, and they also practice every swordsmanship to the realm of subtlety, exerting their power to the extreme.

Different swordsmanships contain different strengths, and the attack methods are different. Qingchen launched a palm-fighting confrontation and could smash one, two, three or even ten, but gradually felt the pressure increased.

There are too many sword techniques, completely different sword moves, and completely different changes in strength. If there is no mutual restraint, you must pay more force to break it. Qingchen's internal strength is very strong and can deal with many changes in strength, but It's not omnipotent after all.

It was as if he had fallen into the world of sword light, and even when he breathed, he felt like he was inhaling sword light, causing a burst of pain in his lungs.

Qing Chen ignored that feeling, took a deep breath, and suddenly, the azure light swaying all over his body suddenly restrained and contracted, and then burst into a frenzy.

The tyrannical power broke the limit in an instant, and the roar was like a landslide, instantly destroying the sword light that filled the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Chen's palms were closed, and the palms were facing each other. The bright green light was blazing like electricity, shining in all directions. It seemed that even the bottom of Qing Chen's eyes had a hint of blue light shining like a star.

"Cut!" If Shenyin sang, the void vibrated, and Qing Chen's closed palms suddenly separated, a tinge of azure light was pressing, unable to look directly, it turned into a cyan blade and smashed out of the sky.

"A curious attack."

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

One by one, their eyes widened in surprise.

Chen Zong was also surprised. Sword qi and sword qi were not uncommon among practitioners of Jin Jingjing, but this kind of attack was very strange, and he could feel it. Sword attack.

The speed of the cyan blade was astonishing, and with a screeching scream that made the scalp numb, it bluntly beheaded.

Without dodging, Chen Zong's double swords followed a mysterious trajectory, but the cyan blade seemed to be conscious, avoiding Chen Zong's first sword, but unable to avoid the second sword.

Gold and iron mingled, sparks splashed, and the tyrannical power penetrated the blade.

But the cyan blade was also cut off by a sword.

Holding the sword, he dragged two scratches in the air, and swiftly slashed towards Qingchen like a flying eagle. Suddenly, Chen Zong felt terrified. He didn't have time to look back. It swept out to the side, with a low stature.

A sharp whistle sounded from the sky on the left and right sides, with a sharp breath, as if the scalp had been cut open, and Chen Zong's eyes also caught a glimpse of two green light passing by.

Wasn't that the cyan blade that was just cut off by yourself?

Split in two?

Just when the thought changed, the two cyan blades that swept past crossed two arcs in the air like flying swallows and turned back, crossing from left and right, killing Chen Zong.

He didn't move at all, until the moment when the two cyan blades struck, the sword protruded like a dragon.

Under the double swords, the two cyan blades were cut off again, but Chen Zongke's eyes kept staring, only to see that the cut off cyan blades had become four smaller ones.

Although he doesn't know the mystery, Chen Zong can already be sure that this is a very strange martial art. After cutting it, it will divide, become more and more difficult to deal with.

If that's the case, don't cut it, but cut it to pieces.

The sword follows the heart, and the double swords are like a dragon in the air, winding between them, hitting four cyan blades almost at the same time, the blade trembles lightly, the domineering Huntian Po Yuan strength is like a sea of ​​​​crossing, and the four cyan blades instantly shatter into countless pieces. Cyan light spots sputtered away.

In the azure light that filled the sky, Chen Zong rushed towards Qingchen like lightning, with ferocity in his lightness, and slayed towards Qingchen.

Countless sword lights engulfed Qingchen again.

Performing to the fullest, hearty, this kind of battle, Chen Zong couldn't help but let out a long howl.

Qingchen erupted again, and after destroying the sword light, he pulled away like a cyan meteor.

"Qingchen, use your full strength." Chen Zong shouted, and everyone was shocked. This is not Qingchen's full strength.

So what is his strength?

"I originally thought that your combat strength was only this, and I was a little disappointed." Qing Chen smiled slightly and said slowly, just now in such a fierce battle, his breathing was still steady and long, and there was no sweat seeping on his forehead, obviously The seemingly fierce battle just now didn't cost much: "But now I know that I was wrong, you can indeed fight me and let me show all my strength."

"Come on." Chen Zong smiled, his spirits were flying high, his fighting spirit soared into the sky.

"Then... Next... I will use the power of blood..."

"My combat power...will exceed the limit!"

Qingchen's words suddenly became erratic, and the last two words were low, as heavy as a drum beat, making people's heart skip a beat, an inexplicable feeling, full of expectations.

And Qingchen's aura also changed rapidly, it seemed to become lighter, and it seemed to become more profound.

Vaguely, Chen Zong keenly felt that there seemed to be something in Qingchen's body that was about to wake up.

Chen Zong did not rush to take action, but left the time to Qingchen to let him play freely, break the limit, and burst into a more powerful battle, so that he could fight more happily.

"The power of blood..."

"What power is that?"

While noting the changes in Qingchen, Chen Zong thought secretly.

It is said that monsters have bloodlines, and as for human warriors, there seems to be no such thing, except for those in the Black Demon Sect who are neither human nor monsters.

Could it be that this Qingchen is similar to those from the Black Demon Sect?

The more you explore, the more you know that the world of martial arts is full of mysteries, and it constantly attracts people to understand it more deeply.

Among the crowd, there was an old man who looked very ordinary and dressed in ordinary clothes. His eyes swept over Chen Zong and fell on Qing Chen.

"I originally thought that Chen Shao's experience this time was just a walk."

"I didn't expect that someone would be able to let Chen Shao use the power of blood, it's a worthwhile trip."

The old man said to himself that no one other than himself could hear his voice.

"It's just that Chen Shao, who uses the power of blood, will break the limit and reach the seven-star level. Does the opponent know how many moves he can hold?"

Obviously, this old man is not optimistic about Chen Zong, and directly thinks that Chen Zong will lose if he can't hold a few moves.