Chapter 20
The mountain wind blows, but it seems to freeze.
The atmosphere is bleak.
The terrifying tyrannical murderous aura surged from the iron-backed blue wolf, firmly locking on Chen Zong, all-pervasive, slightly hindering the operation of Chen Zong's qi and blood power. If you reach the fifth level of Qi and Blood, you will be able to resist it if you combine it. Otherwise, if you are at the fourth level of Qi and Blood or the first level of Fierce Tiger Art, I am afraid that it will be difficult to exert much of your strength.
With the sword in hand, in the sword-fighting style, Chen Zong's momentum continued to condense, and the tiger's roar seemed to become sharp, with a sharp edge like piercing gold and cracking rocks.
A first-grade high-grade monster, in terms of level, is equivalent to the sixth level of Qi and Blood, which is comparable to the elite warriors of the sixth level of Qi and Blood. The strength is very terrifying, Chen Zong dare not turn around, he can only gather strength and guard himself , and confront it without leaving any flaws.
The beating heart gradually calmed down, and the cold eyes were sharp, staring at the iron-backed blue wolf, as if to see every hair on its body clearly.
The five fingers of the right hand are bluffed, subconsciously moving slightly.
Tie Bei Qinglang's eyes seemed to flash a humanistic ridicule. After tens of breaths of confrontation, he slowly approached Chen Zong. Every step seemed to be carefully calculated, and his aura also increased. The pressure brought on by the sect continued to increase.
The second stage of Fierce Tiger Art worked to the extreme, resisting the more and more powerful imposing impact brought by the iron-backed blue wolf, a cold sweat seeped from his forehead and slowly flowed down.
"Sword, sharp edge."
"Hold the sword, do not make decorations, just kill the enemy to protect yourself."
"Practicing swordsmanship is not about eating and drinking, not being so casual, not walking and chatting, and not being so idle."
"The sword is in hand, you need to be sincere and sincere, and you should be fearless and cut through thorns."
"Draw the sword, be decisive, draw the sword without hesitation."
Unconsciously, the Sword Preface of Xiaojianjing appeared in my mind.
"Sword, sharp, sharp, straight, tenacious, fearless..."
He murmured in a low voice as if he was talking to himself, and the momentum on his body also changed. The tiger's roar gradually turned into the sound of a sword.
The iron-backed blue wolf seemed to sense something, his footsteps stopped, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
It's getting closer, it's getting closer.
Suddenly, the iron-backed blue wolf jumped, as if a cyan lightning broke through the air, hitting Chen Zong. Chen Zong only felt a blue shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and a fishy wind was coming. The cold light seemed to pierce his eyes, and it was too sharp. Look straight.
Out of the sword!
Like the collision of divine iron in the sky, the light of the sword is like a waning moon, slashing through the void, a sword strikes the blue shadow, the sound of gold and iron symphony rang, the long sword trembled, and Chen Zong immediately felt a force of unparalleled Mo Yu that made the sword body. Bending, rushing towards the arm, and quickly decomposed.
That sword was resisted by the sharp claws of the iron-backed blue wolf.
The iron-backed blue wolf's rushing momentum also followed, falling to the ground, jumping up again, and culling the second time.
Extremely fast and powerful, Chen Zong is extremely dangerous.
Glimpse!
A sword slashed out, and eight sword lights swept and shot, each of which was shockingly sharp, and the iron-backed blue wolf did not dare to resist it. Avoiding, rushing again, the open sharp mouth bit Chen Zong's legs and feet fiercely.
The fangs are sharp and cold, and the stench is like a rush of wind.
The wind treading step is performed, and one step to the right, the blood is rushing, and the body is like a wind. It is dangerous and dangerous to avoid the bite of the iron-backed blue wolf. Behind the wolf, the sword raised and fell.
Eight swords of light followed behind, killing all of them towards the Tiebei Qinglang.
Chen Zong is confident that if this sword can hit, Rao is the iron-backed blue wolf is a first-class monster, and he will surely die.
Chen Zong was fast, and the iron-backed blue wolf was faster. Eight sword lights split the ground with more than three meters of sword marks, but they failed to hit the iron-backed blue wolf. Up, the claws ripped through the air in front of it and shot down.
Chaos Sword!
Three thousand catties of arm strength, waving the precious iron sword,
Like a butterfly wearing a flower, it is difficult to see the chaos, not only can it interfere with the line of sight, but also can form a defense.
The sword and the claws collided many times, and the arm vibrated, and Chen Zong felt that he could hardly hold it.
Thanks to this period of time, I have eaten a lot of monster flesh and bone glue, and my muscles and bones are stronger.
Suddenly, an extremely fast sword light pierced through and shot at Tiebei Qinglang's left eye.
Swift Sword!
The iron-backed blue wolf's sharp claws waved, causing the blade to deflect, and the other claws drove straight into Chen Zong.
Tread the wind!
Helpless, the strength of the iron-backed blue wolf was too strong and the speed was too fast. Chen Zong could not dodge a little. His left shoulder was rubbed by a sharp claw, his sleeve was torn, and blood was dripping.
Chen Zong frowned slightly, the wound on his left shoulder was extremely painful, but he didn't have time to stop to stop the bleeding.
The iron-backed blue wolf fell to the ground, smelling the smell of blood, a red light flashed in its eyes, and it became more tyrannical.
Tread the wind!
Dodge the approach in two consecutive steps and draw out the sword.
Afterimages, willows, eagle strikes!
Punch sword style!
The sword light flickered again and again, and the sword and sword slashed towards the Tiebei Qinglang. The Tiebei Qinglang turned around, avoiding Chen Zong's Jianguang's slash, and bitten out fiercely, almost biting his legs and feet.
"With my qi and blood level five-layer cultivation base, with the power of qi and blood, I can only perform a maximum of ten large-component light glances or twenty wind-walking steps. Now I have performed two light-shading and three wind-walking steps..."
The sense of crisis could not help but rise.
The footsteps are fast, changing the way of fighting, and constantly throwing swords around the iron-backed blue wolf, the iron-backed blue wolf also quickly turns its body, and the sharp claws are continuously drawn out.
If this goes on, it can only last for a short time. After all, the physical strength of monsters is often much better than that of warriors, especially higher-level monsters.
Suddenly, Chen Zong took a step, and a sword stabbed out quickly.
Swift Sword!
The iron-backed blue wolf swayed, and rushed towards Chen Zong almost against the sword body, biting towards Chen Zong fiercely. , the Baotie Sword was raised and slashed down.
Glimpse!
Eight sword lights fell one after another, with an amazing edge, breaking through the iron-backed blue wolf's fur, cutting into the body, and shooting blood.
The severe pain caused the iron-backed blue wolf to let go of its sharp mouth and two claws, smashing the last two sword lights. Chen Zong hurriedly stepped back, but his chest was still torn open with blood dripping.
When it landed, a large stream of foul-smelling blood gushed out from the wound, dyeing half of its body red, but the iron-backed blue wolf still did not fall down. It was impossible to kill the opponent directly.
One person and one beast were injured.
Chen Zongqiang resisted the pain of the wound, raised his sword, and performed the wind treading step again, approaching the iron-backed blue wolf like the wind.
Glimpse!
Eight sharp sword lights struck, but the iron-backed blue wolf immediately retreated, turned around like a gust of wind, rushed into the forest, and quickly left.
"Escaped..." Chen Zong retracted his gaze and quickly backed away.
Now that he is injured, his body is full of blood and blood, and bad luck will attract other monsters. With his injured body and the power of qi and blood left, a first-level middle-grade monster is enough to make You look good.
As he left quickly, he took out the hemostatic powder into his arms, but first he grabbed a ball, gray, engraved with tiger stripes.
"Signal for help..." Chen Zong couldn't help but be a little speechless.
A distress flare is something that every ore warrior must carry. Perhaps because of the recent beheading of a lot of monsters and some too smooth relationships, Chen Zong has long forgotten about this distress flare.
But having said that, at the time of the confrontation with Tiebei Qinglang, any action may directly trigger the violent attack of Tiebei Qinglang. Chen Zong's attention was completely on Tiebei Qinglang, and he didn't think of the distress signal at all.
Fortunately, in the end, both sides were injured, and the iron-backed blue wolf was repelled, otherwise it would be dangerous.
Although he neglected the distress signal, and even though he was injured, Chen Zong was very happy in his heart. This battle has brought him a lot of gains. I believe that it will be more helpful for him to practice swordsmanship.
Furthermore, the fierce battle has also proved that his current strength is beyond the fifth level of the vast majority of the blood and qi, and he may be able to compete against the general sixth level of the qi and blood.
"Clan brother, why did you get hurt?" When Chen Zhong saw it, he immediately exclaimed and was very anxious when he returned to the base.
"I met a powerful monster." Chen Zong said with a smile: "Brother, don't worry, it's just a flesh wound, it's not in the way, just rest for a few days."
"With your ability to kill a first-grade mid-grade monster but still get injured, did you encounter a first-grade high-grade monster?" Chen Zhong was horrified.
Up to now, he already knew that Chen Zong's cultivation had reached the fifth level of Qi and Blood, and he was also very surprised, because Chen Zhong entered the clan hall one year earlier than Chen Zong, and his current cultivation is also in Qi and Blood. Five floors.
Although the cultivation base is at the same level, Chen Zhong is confident that his strength should be higher than that of Chen Zong. Now it seems that he is wrong again.
"Well." Chen Zong did not deny it.
Just now, I just sprinkled medicinal powder hastily to stop the bleeding. When I come back, I naturally have to clean the wound first, and then sprinkle other medicinal powder, such as sterilizing and accelerating wound healing, etc., and then bandage it.
The heavy iron arm guard of the left forearm was completely shattered, and the fangs of the iron-backed blue wolf still left a few tooth holes in the forearm.
In the next time, the patrol mission can only be handed over to Chen Zhong, while Chen Zong rests. In order to avoid the wound from cracking, he seldom practices swordsmanship.
He didn't practice, and he didn't take time off. Instead, he used the time of the past few days to organize the life and death battles with the monsters again and again, especially the last time, the bloody battle with the iron-backed blue wolf, passing by between life and death, Let him have a deeper understanding of all aspects, especially swords and swordsmanship.
"Perhaps, after the injury is almost healed, the Eight True Sword Forms will be able to break through to the realm of subtlety." Chen Zong secretly said, this feeling is very strong.