Chapter 28 The Secret Sword Dragon Sparrow Dance

"Good disciple, take over the Bashou Kungfu created by the ancestor." The Zhenwu Patriarch's voice was like a torrent of bells, his body remained still, but he grabbed his right hand forward, exhaled and said: "The first form of Bashougong... one hand Pick the stars!"

The right palm is good at facing the wind, and the domineering and majestic true power gathers surgingly, turning into a huge palm like a small house, spanning hundreds of meters, and grabbing Chen Zong in the air.

His strength is majestic, his momentum is majestic, and he seems to be able to pick up the stars and take the moon with one hand. When he falls, the terrifying coercion suddenly suppresses, making Chen Zong feel like he is bound and unable to move for a while.

It has to be said that this move is indeed very strong. Chen Zong estimates that the power of this move is enough to reach the three-star level, and it should be in the early three-star stage.

Feeling a little emotional in his heart, Chen Zong would not wait for death with his hands up. His true power surged, his pure yang qi and blood were like a tide, and the two swords slashed in front of him, leaving a silver arc before stabbing out. Chen Zong was excited.

The twenty-eighth style of vertical and horizontal swordsmanship!

Xeon's sword.

break!

Chen Zong's combat power was still not three-star at the peak of the sixth level of the True Martial Realm, but even with the blessing of pure Yang Qi and blood and the power of a pseudo-spiritual weapon, he could barely reach it.

One sword pierced the air, followed by the second sword and the third sword.

Bunches of sharp and domineering silver sword lights came out, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen swords, all of which bombarded the big hands that fell.

Insufficient strength can be made up with numbers, and it is enough to do it when there is no absolute gap.

The big hand that fell was shattered by more than a dozen sword lights. Chen Zong stretched his figure and approached the ancestor of Zhenwu in an instant. The two swords pierced through the air and launched an extremely violent offensive.

Piaohong's movement skills were used to the extreme, his body was as light as a feather, and he was extremely dexterous, surrounding the body of the ancestor Zhenwu.

Chen Zong knows after a little fight that this ancestor of Zhenwu is best at strength, which is not physical strength, but the power brought by a domineering and majestic true strength. Not as good as the other party.

And what I am good at is not the so-called strength, and the speed is also very good.

Faced with Chen Zong's dexterous figure and high-speed storm-like sword, the ancestor of Zhenwu's expression remained unchanged, and he slapped his palms in a row, each palm brought an amazing palm pressure, oppressing the surroundings, the lake collapsed and then exploded.

The sword light shattered,

The palm wind dissipated, and all the fish in the lake perished, turning into countless bloody water, dyeing the lake surface red.

The two swords were extremely violent, and the dense sword light seemed to pour down like a river of heaven. Immediately, Chen Zong's two swords returned to their sheaths, but countless sword lights still rushed towards the ancestor Zhenwu.

"Hunyuan Iron Smelter!"

He drank it secretly, pure yang qi and blood surged, his palms became hot and flushed, as if there were two balls of blazing sun, violent and unparalleled.

He struck out fiercely, but his palm was resisted by Patriarch Zhenwu. The heat spread and penetrated into Patriarch Zhenwu's arm. There was a feeling of being burned. Chen Zong also felt uncomfortable. Patriarch Zhenwu's true strength was too domineering. It exploded into Chen Zong's arm, pouring into his body like a broken bamboo, immediately causing certain damage to Chen Zong's body.

If it weren't for Chen Zong's advanced body training, such a blow would be enough to cause terrible serious injuries and directly make Chen Zong lose his fighting ability. Even so, it would be very uncomfortable. Enduring the pain caused by the rampant force in his body, the second palm passed through. The sword light and palm wind were directly imprinted on the back of the ancestor Zhenwu.

With a sound like a drum beating, Patriarch Zhenwu's whole body trembled, and his complexion suddenly changed. Terrible hot power penetrated into his body, burned it away, and destroyed it wantonly.

The ancestor of Zhenwu hurriedly mobilized his domineering and majestic real power to attack, but found that the influence of his powerful real power on that force was not as obvious as he imagined, and he could only drive it away a little bit.

"What kind of martial art is this?" The ancestor Zhenwu was shocked in his heart, and the desire became even stronger.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Zong drew out his two swords again, and performed the twenty-eighth style of vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, continuously killing them, breaking through the defense of the ancestor Zhenwu from all angles, leaving scars on his body.

After some fighting, Chen Zong also basically understood that the strength of the ancestor of Zhenwu lies in his strength, but his speed and reaction are not as good.

That is to say, in terms of strength alone, the ancestor of Zhenwu can reach three stars, but in other aspects it is less than three stars.

Avoid the strengths of the other party, grasp the weaknesses of the other party, and play to your own advantages.

However, the ancestor of Zhenwu did not have a body training practice, and Chen Zong has a good body training practice. Even if he is not as good as the opponent in terms of overall combat power, he still has a stronger survivability than the ancestor of Zhenwu. Can resist better.

Being hit by Hunyuan's iron-making hand, the ancestor of Zhenwu felt uncomfortable, his whole body seemed to be roasted on a raging fire, and he had to allocate part of his true strength to resist, so his strength dropped significantly.

As for Chen Zong himself, with his powerful physique and pure and tyrannical vertical and horizontal strength, the domineering power that the ancestor of Zhenwu had infiltrated into his body was quickly expelled, and his injuries also healed quickly.

Facing a mighty and domineering enemy like the ancestor of Zhenwu, with superb martial arts skills and incomparably rich combat experience, what Chen Zong can do is to give full play to his own advantages and replace injuries with injuries.

The same injury, I can bear it, but the ancestor of Zhenwu may not be able to resist it. You must know that the ancestor of Zhenwu has no body training, and he is more than a hundred years old, and his body is not as good as before.

"You forced Patriarch to do this." Patriarch Zhenwu had a sword wound all over his body. Although it was not serious, the bloody appearance was terrifying. The fiery power in his body was constantly surging, making him extremely furious.

He didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so strong, and he didn't expect the opponent to be so decisive, daring to trade injuries for injuries, making himself an unexpected hit.

It must be resolved quickly, otherwise the longer it is delayed, the more detrimental it will be to yourself.

Gritting his teeth, the ancestor of Zhenwu had a fierce face, and immediately raised his right index finger, the domineering and majestic real power surged, all condensed on the fingertips.

"Seven stars order!"

With a deep voice like the roar of a trapped animal, the index finger vigorously tapped on the right chest, and his whole body trembled unconsciously, and then the index finger was lifted up, and pointed to another place.

Blinking, seven fingers in a row, each finger seems to use all its strength, each finger will make the body tremble slightly, but with each finger falling, the aura of the ancestor Zhenwu will increase by one point.

After all the seven fingers were tapped, the tyrannical aura suddenly burst out from the body of the ancestor Zhenwu, at least doubling in strength, and it is still growing continuously, becoming more and more tyrannical.

Chen Zong could clearly see that the already strong body of Patriarch Zhenwu seemed to swell and become stronger, and a stream of air swept around his body.

Patriarch Zhenwu's face was flushed, his face was covered with blue veins, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his eyes were shining fiercely. He was as fierce as a ghost, as if he was about to swallow Chen Zong with his bones.

"Second-hand... Broken Mountain!"

With a palm strike, it was extremely violent and fierce, and the huge palm was shot down as if covering the sky and the sun. The palm seemed to be covered with big tendons like a python, which could shatter mountains.

The roar sounded like thousands of thunderclaps, and a large area of ​​the lake collapsed downwards. The terrifying pressure made Chen Zong suffocate, and the bones all over his body continued to shatter.

"So strong." Chen Zong was horrified.

The power of this move is at least three-star mid-stage, or even higher.

"For the present plan, there is only one gamble." His heart sank, Chen Zong stared at the mighty pressure, his body sank slightly, as if he was about to sink to the bottom of the lake.

The real power is surging, and it is scattered all over the body in a strange way, and the spirit and will are highly concentrated, as if sublimated.

"Secret Sword..."

Countless true power poured into the long sword, and the long sword trembled lightly, transforming into a misty sword light, which diffused. Immediately, Chen Zong's wrist moved, and the long sword moved like a fan, bringing Heavy sword light.

The lake is bright green, the lake water is rippling, and the water and the sky are the same color. On it, a vague figure appears out of thin air, which seems to be some kind of bird.

The tail is open, as if to cover the sky and the earth, the cyan and red rays of light are intertwined like iridescence, when it is opened, it is so beautiful that people are dizzying and lingering, and can't extricate themselves from it.

It's so beautiful.

Ancestor Zhenwu's ferocious face trembled, and his fierce eyes showed a trace of bewilderment, as if he saw a beautiful bird flying in the void. The bird opened its tail, like an extremely beautiful picture scroll.

The giant hand that fell also stopped, showing faint signs of dissipating.

"...Dragon Sparrow Dance!"

Following the last three words, as the extremely beautiful Dragon Sparrow opened its screen, a strand of hair-like sword light pierced through the air, extremely sharp.

Patriarch Zhenwu was startled suddenly, and quickly came to his senses, the giant hand condensed again, and slammed it down hard, trying to break Chen Zongmi into pieces, but it was too slow.

When masters compete, life and death are only on the line.

That ray of sword light pierced through the forehead of Patriarch Zhenwu, twisted his brain to pieces, and his soul flew away.

Losing control, the falling big hand began to disintegrate, and there was not much power left when it hit Chen Zong. Even so, it also made Chen Zong's body ache, and his whole body almost fell into the lake.

With a leap, he grabbed the fallen body of Patriarch Zhenwu, and quickly headed towards the lake.

After throwing the body of the ancestor of Zhenwu on the ground, Chen Zong breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the time for this battle is very short, it is very difficult. The ancestor of Zhenwu is very strong, especially the seven-star strike at the end, which should be a secret method, is even more amazing.

Fortunately, I have practiced the two secret swords of Zongheng Jianzong.

Facing such a strong enemy as the ancestor of Zhenwu, the effect of using Dragon Sparrow Dance will be better than pointing stars. If he used the secret sword pointing stars before, he might be able to kill the opponent, but he will most likely be killed as well.

Quickly, a book made of animal skin was found from the ancestor Zhenwu, and there was nothing else.

"Zhenwu Secret Record." Chen Zong couldn't help showing a smile. Judging from the name, it should be Zhenwu Patriarch's own practice handbook, which may be useful to him.

After a few glances, what is recorded in it does contain the cultivation experience of the ancestor of Zhenwu. In addition, there are the exercises, martial arts and secret methods created by the ancestor of Zhenwu.

"That's right." Chen Zong nodded. This ancestor of Zhenwu has outstanding talents. He can create his own skills, martial arts and secret techniques.

As for the corpse, Chen Zong thought about it for a while, then made a tomb and buried it.