Chapter 4 Sword Retreat Chen Dalei
(Under normal circumstances, it is two shifts, which broke out today, and the fourth shift, come and support quickly)
In the early morning, the morning sun was rising, and the golden red light filled the small lake.
By the lake, a person is practicing swordsmanship, and the blade reflects sunlight, which is a bit dazzling.
A sword violently pierced the air, shot out, and coordinated his body and steps. After the iron sword swept in a circle in the sky, it slashed forward heavily without pausing. Just when the sword shadow had not dissipated, a sword stabbed out unexpectedly at an astonishing speed, swish three in a row.
Immediately, the iron sword quickly retracted, with a slight pause, all the strength of the body rushed to the right arm, the blue veins on the back of the hand protruded, the force penetrated the sword body instantly, and stabbed fiercely, as if to smash all the obstacles in front of it.
The punching sword, the ring sword, the slashing sword, the chaotic sword, the sharp sword, and the blasting sword are performed continuously, and the three swords and steps are coordinated and integrated.
"It took five days to finally practice the eight styles of the real sword to the beginning." Chen Zong put the sword into the sheath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and showed a smile on his face.
The training difficulty of Zhenjian Ba Shi is several times more difficult than that of Tiger Force Boxing, especially the coordination of the three of the sword, body, and step. It is only possible to get started. Now, after cutting the pulse and washing the marrow, everything is different.
Every time he practiced, he could feel the light trembling of the sword tip in the space between the eyebrows and the cool breath, which made his mind extremely clear, able to better understand swordsmanship, better control his body, and his practice efficiency soared many times.
"Eighth-style of the real sword can be exercised to 60% of the body, and the training speed is obviously better than that of the peak of Dacheng Tiger Force Boxing, but it still won't allow me to break through to the third level of Qi and Blood in the next 20 days." Chen Zong looked forward, which was the direction of Feng Huo Lin: "Maybe, I should enter Feng Huo Lin to find herbs to nourish blood, hunt and kill some beasts by the way, and eat more animal meat is also good for cultivation."
Thinking of this, Chen Zong immediately strode towards Feng Huo Lin.
The wind roar forest is some distance away from Xiaohu Town. Chen Zong kept running at a constant speed all the way, and it took a full hour to run to the forest. The wind blew and howled, as if many wild animals were roaring, hence the name.
After resting for a few minutes and recovering his strength, Chen Zong took his sword and walked into the Wind Roar Forest.
The wind roar forest is very large, the trees are overgrown, the branches are lush, the sunlight is blocked, and the light becomes dim, like dusk, but after the adventure, Chen Zong's eyesight is better, and it is not much affected.
Outside the forest, there are bursts of wind roaring, but the forest is quiet, only the chirping of insects, making the quietness like a picture scroll.
I searched around carefully for a long time, but I couldn't find any herbs, not even a rabbit.
"It seems that the periphery of the woods has been searched many times, and I can only go deep into the woods." Chen Zong said to himself, looking coldly into the depths of the forest.
The Wind Roar Forest is located at the foot of the Wind Roar Mountain. There may be monsters in the border with the Wind Roar Forest. Without the strength of a martial artist, there is only a dead end.
In the middle of the forest, there are snakes, worms, beasts, wolves, tigers and leopards rampant. With Chen Zong's cultivation, it is also very dangerous.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong stepped forward and walked firmly into the forest, his alertness raised to the highest level, his eyes fixed on the front, blood flowing all over his body, ready to go.
Suddenly, there was a slight movement on the right side. Chen Zong caught a glimpse of a white shadow out of the corner of his eye. He subconsciously drew his sword and stabbed it out, but only cut off a few white hairs. It was a rabbit, and it was extremely fast. In the tree hole, let yourself have no choice but to give up.
A hint of coolness made me goosebumps and horrified. Without the slightest hesitation, the iron sword slashed upwards, the sword light was obscure, and with a puff, a flying snake was cut off and fell into the distance.
Looking at the twisting brown body and the triangular-shaped head, Chen Zong gasped. But the toxicity is amazing. If you bite it, even a strong cow will die in just a few minutes, and even a martial artist will not be able to last long.
"It's really dangerous.
"Chen Zong calmed down, but he didn't have the slightest fear. On the contrary, an unprecedented impulse made him continue to go deep into the wind and roar forest. It was a budding bravery to meet difficulties and challenges, but his stomach grunted unsatisfactorily.
"It turned out to be so long, go back first, and come back tomorrow." Chen Zong rubbed his stomach and exited Fenghuo Forest. When he exited, he remained on high alert.
When I went back, I walked slowly, thinking about it. If I wanted to go home, I would pass the small lake first, but Chen Zong saw a brown figure standing by the small lake.
"Chen Dalei..." His brows furrowed slightly, but Chen Zong strode over without fear.
Like Chen Zhongjie, Chen Dalei is Chen Zhigang's son of a bitch, but Chen Dalei's cultivation has reached the third level of Qi and Blood, and he also practices Tiger Force Boxing. His strength is much stronger than Chen Zhongjie's.
"I don't know if I can beat Chen Dalei with my current strength?" Chen Zong secretly said.
In terms of cultivation, he is not as good as Chen Dalei, but in terms of tiger force boxing, he has reached the peak of Dacheng, while Chen Dalei is the peak of Xiaocheng.
"Chen Zong, you made me wait for an hour." Chen Dalei was strong and strong, and shouted at Chen Zong with big bull-eyed eyes, grabbing the first place.
"That's your business." Chen Zong was not shocked, but laughed.
"You hurt Chen Zhongjie, and you threatened Brother Gang and me. This account should be settled." Chen Dalei roared, striding forward, rushing towards Chen Zong, aggressive, with a fierce face, like a head Angry tiger.
The tiger's claws were raised, and a fist was ready, and the power of the third layer of Qi and Blood was condensed in it.
"Just take you to try the real sword eight." The thought flashed past, Chen Zong's legs were separated from front to back, his right leg was slightly bent in front, and his left foot was bent more in the back. The center of gravity was mostly on the left foot, and the heel lifted He stood up, supported by the soles of his feet, his left leg muscles were tensed to the extreme, his body turned slightly to the left and leaned forward, his left hand clenched the iron sword close to his waist, and his right five fingers gently moved.
Fujian style!
This is the starting position of the true sword eight.
His eyes were cold, his pupils stared, and he could clearly see every expression and every movement of Chen Dalei, and silently calculated the distance between the two sides.
"Bah!" He exhaled, his tongue clashed with Chunlei, Chen Dalei's right fist was about to be smashed fiercely, if he was hit by a punch, he would definitely suffer internal injuries.
He exhaled, and at the same time, his right hand quickly buckled the hilt of the sword, his left foot slammed violently as if it was about to smash the ground, his waist suddenly twisted to the right, driving a tyrannical force straight through his right arm, the iron sword came out of its sheath, piercing the ears. The sound of friction still echoed in his ears, and the sword had already slashed forward, slashing across a half-moon.
Sword drawing!
Chen Dalei was terrified and quickly stopped, only to feel a chill on his chest, the brown military uniform was cut open, and the tip of the sword almost slid across his chest, leaving a fine mark with blood seeping out.
Tie Jian pointed directly at Chen Dalei, and Chen Zong's face was cold.
"Chen Zong, don't use a sword if you have the ability." Chen Dalei took a few steps back, terrified, and he was shocked.
"It's my skill to be able to use a sword." Chen Zong was very calm.
"You..." Chen Dalei angrily pointed at Chen Zong, his face flushed with anger, his chest heaving and breathing rapidly: "Put down the sword and let me punch, or you will be dead if you provoke Brother Gang himself."
"Go back and tell Chen Zhigang that I will participate in the martial arts battle in the near future. At that time, I will compete with him." Chen Zong said coldly.
"Okay, since you are so self-aware, let Brother Gang take care of you." Chen Dalei laughed angrily, pointed to Chen Zong, and took a few steps back and turned away.
Putting the sword into the sheath, Chen Zong touched his stomach again, turned and walked towards the house: "Dad should be back too, I have to cook first."
The changes in himself can't be concealed from Dad, who used to have the seventh level of Qi and Blood.
Chen Zong made up a reason. On a certain night, after practicing boxing, he looked at the moon in a daze. A senior passed by and gave him a piece of fruit, which not only replenished his innate blood, but also made his cultivation breakthrough to qi. On the second floor of the blood realm, he also instructed him on the tiger force boxing technique, and finally taught him a foundation-building sword technique.
It sounds mysterious and hard to believe, but Chen Zhengtang believes it, because he has heard of similar things. According to his words: Since there is such a lucky person, why can't it be my son.
Since Chen Zhengtang believed it, Chen Zong breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the less people knew about that one-night adventure, the better. With Chen Zong's current experience, it's not clear why, it's just an intuition.
After washing rice and cooking, Daddy hadn't come back yet. Chen Zong pulled out a simple black wooden box full of fine cracks from under the bed, opened the box and took out a scroll, which he laid out on the table.
In an instant, as if a roar sounded, a fierce tiger leaped above the picture scroll.
"Tiger Down the Mountain"!
This is what Dad found out after rummaging through boxes and cabinets after learning that Chen Zong's Hu Li Boxing had reached the peak of his great success. According to Dad, it was made by a friend who had cultivated Hu Li Boxing to a perfect state. It was helpful to Zong Chen.
When he said that, Chen Zong noticed a glimmer of pride on his father's face, as if a child had grabbed a toy.
Looking at the scroll carefully, the black and white are distinct, the strokes are very simple, but unique, and the strokes are extraordinary. Under the simple outline, a steep mountain, a fierce tiger running and leaping down from the mountain, is lifelike, and an aura is coming. through the paper.
At the inscription, there are three words Chen Liwei, vigorous and powerful, three inches through the paper.
As soon as he is free in the past few days, Chen Zong will take out the picture scroll to take a closer look. He really has a deeper understanding and comprehension of Huli Fist, and even more proficient in Hu Liquan. On the basis of the original, there are small Progress, but there is still no clue in the state of perfection.
"Great success is easy to obtain, but perfection is difficult to obtain." Chen Zong secretly said: "I don't know how this senior Chen Liwei has cultivated Tiger Force Boxing to perfection?"
"It would be great if I could ask this senior for advice in person. Maybe I can find inspiration faster and make a breakthrough."
Muttering, Chen Zong put aside this idea, focused on the picture of the tiger descending the mountain, and carefully savored the unique charm contained in it.
Looking at it, he felt that he seemed to see something in it, but he didn't grasp it, and the feeling that he couldn't go up or down was really uncomfortable.
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"You said he wanted to challenge me?" Wearing a cyan military uniform, Chen Zhigang with a sturdy figure turned his back to Chen Dalei, and raised his head to the sky with his hands on his back.
"Yes." Chen Dalei nodded vigorously.
"Is it a trick, it's just a bed bug, what qualifications do you have to challenge me." Chen Zhigang sneered: "Dalei, let your brother take action and let him lie down for ten days and eight months as punishment for challenging me arrogantly. "
"Okay, I'll go find my brother now." Chen Dalei clenched his fist, his face full of excitement, his brother's cultivation level has reached the fourth level of Qi and blood, and he is a martial artist.