Chapter 48: Decisive Battle (5)

At the end of the sixth round, it was Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong who still maintained a complete victory, each accumulating six points.

Li Qingliu and Tang Yan are still five points.

Qin Yi got four points.

Li Shiyun and Long Xuanyi each scored two points, while the other three still had zero points.

"In my opinion, the first and second place in this decisive battle was born between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong."

"That's not necessarily the case. Li Qingliu is not weak at all. Chen Zong may not be able to defeat him."

The seventh round has begun, and there must be an answer about the strength between Chen Zong and Li Qingliu.

Facing Chen Zong, Li Qingliu's face was solemn, and he stepped forward with one step. His body was like a sword light piercing the air, and he charged straight at Chen Zong. The swords combined with each other and killed each other. The condensed sword light cut through like a straight silk thread The air instantly spread towards Chen Zong, filling his eyes.

Chen Zong raised his hand and waved his sword, smashing Li Qingliu's sword light with one stroke.

Then, the second, third, and fourth sword lights pierced through the air, one sword after another, continuously, like silk spreading all over, filling the arena.

Chen Zong didn't fight back, but kept wandering and swinging his sword to resist Li Qingliu's Changtian sword technique.

"Chen Zong can't do it this time."

"It looks like the winning streak is about to be broken."

Chen Zong's reaction made everyone talk about it, it was different from the previous six battles, it was completely a sign of being suppressed by Li Qingliu.

As everyone knows, Chen Zong is actually appreciating the mysteries of Li Qingliu's swordsmanship in person. Chen Zong is very interested in this kind of technique with extremely concentrated power. He just watched it from the sidelines, but it is not clear enough, so he can only experience it himself.

Li Qingliu showed his full strength and used all the Changtian swordsmanship, each sword was sharper than the next. This feeling of letting go of his hands and feet to attack with all his strength made him feel delighted.

Although Chen Zong has always been passively resisting, he didn't feel much pressure, and he continued to appreciate his skills and changes from every sword.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought with thousands of moves, but they still couldn't tell the winner. Li Qingliu continued to attack, each sword was sharp to the extreme, and there were white hair-like sword lights in all directions. A big net was formed, and the center of the big net was Chen Zong.

"about there.

"Chen Zong thought secretly, swung his sword, smashed the sword light that came to him, and launched a counterattack.

If you don't fight back, it's enough. Once you fight back, Li Qingliu's offensive is instantly contained. I feel that no matter how I use my sword, I will be pointed at the flaw by the opponent, and I have to change my move, but I am still pointed at the flaw.

A huge contrast appeared, and Li Qingliu was directly passive.

"This is the end." With a secret voice, Chen Zong slashed out with a sword. The sword light seemed to be a little more condensed than before. There was no way to dodge and he could only resist it. The body trembled, almost flying out of his hand, the palm holding the sword was numb, and the numbness quickly spread to the whole arm, as if he had lost consciousness.

It was also difficult for the whole person to resist the terrifying power, and he retreated again and again.

"Chen Zong won..."

"The contrast is too great."

Everyone was amazed.

It turned out that Chen Zong was at a disadvantage, but in the end it was Li Qingliu who was defeated.

"One thing is for sure, the first and second places must be born between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong."

The seventh round of the showdown also ended soon, with each winning or losing.

It is still Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong who maintain the winning streak.

Then, the eighth round of duel also came.

The highlight of the eighth round was the match between Ye Jingfeng and Chen Zong.

"Among all the people, you are the only one that I can't see through." Ye Jingfeng spoke for the first time, his voice was light, like a gust of wind blowing, like his sword, without a trace.

"Please." Ye Jingfeng's Wuhen sword, Chen Zong is also somewhat interested, but Ye Jingfeng's swordsmanship realm is the second level of body and sword integration, and there is some obvious gap between him and himself, Chen Zong Nor will it be treated as a strong enemy.

After all, whether it is the power of true power, physical strength, or the level of swordsmanship, both sides are similar, and the key to victory or defeat lies in the realm of swordsmanship.

"Take my sword first." After Ye Jingfeng's words fell, the sword had already been struck out, but the body of the sword was not seen, let alone the light and shadow of the sword. It seemed to melt into the air without a trace.

Chen Zong stared with both eyes, swung his sword, and slashed directly into the air, but there was the sound of metal and iron clanging, and sparks flew.

"blocked!"

"how is this possible!"

In the auditorium, everyone was amazed, and the people who had fought Ye Jingfeng were also full of astonishment. The way they resisted Ye Jingfeng was to use their swords frantically and use numbers to resist blindly. Zong is like this, and he can resist with only one sword.

"Is it luck or..." Ye Jingfeng was also secretly surprised, and then his eyes narrowed: "Try again and you will know."

The second sword came out, but there was still no trace.

However, Chen Zong swung his sword again, blocking Ye Jingfeng's sword again.

The third sword, still resist.

The fourth sword is to resist.

Resisting one sword may be a fluke, resisting two swords may be luck, but resisting three swords and four swords is no longer something that can be explained by luck and luck. It only means that Chen Zong can see Ye Jingfeng's sword marks.

Ye Jingfeng is known as the Wuhen Sword because he once had an adventure, and this adventure made him walk out of a different path in the cultivation of Jinghong Sword Art, and the sword came out without a trace.

In the eyes of others, there is no trace of the sword, but in fact it may not be. For example, a strong man in the super-mortal realm can capture the trajectory and traces of Ye Jingfeng's sword, and then intercept and break it, even if the swordsmanship of the strong man in the super-mortal realm is not as good as Ye Jing Wind, because the difference in cultivation level is too great, like the difference between a small baby and a strong adult.

As for Chen Zong, the trajectory of Ye Jingfeng's sword can also be captured, that's because Chen Zong's swordsmanship is far superior to Ye Jingfeng's.

I saw that when Ye Jingfeng drew out the sword, his arm also disappeared, and the sword in his hand seemed to sink into the depths of the air, hiding, and killing from the depths of the air.

However, after Chen Zong's careful research and personal experience, he confirmed that it was some kind of special force and sword skills. The combination of the two made the light refracted, making it impossible for people to catch it.

A series of more than a dozen swords were all accurately intercepted and resisted by Chen Zong. Ye Jingfeng could no longer maintain a calm appearance, but stared wide-eyed, with a ghost-like expression.

"The sword has no trace, it is indeed very powerful. If the level of swordsmanship is not as good as yours or your level, if there is no special ability, it is impossible to catch the trace of your sword." Chen Zong said calmly: "Even if it is Even those who are slightly better than you in the realm of swordsmanship may not be able to deal with your Wuhen sword."

Ye Jingfeng knew that what Chen Zong said was the truth, but he was not half-satisfied, only horrified, even more horrified. The meaning of this was to think deeply, that is, Chen Zong either had special abilities, or his swordsmanship realm far better than myself.

If the latter, what level should it be?

The third level of Lingwu Realm?

Ye Jingfeng couldn't help thinking that the person with the highest level of swordsmanship in the Jinghong Sword Sect was also the first person in the last Wushuang sword fight, the third level of Lingwu, and he never won a sword fight with him.

But I feel that even that person can't block every sword of his so easily.

Could it be...

Ye Jingfeng didn't dare to think about it anymore, because it would make him feel ridiculous.

"I will strike again, if you can catch it, then I will lose." Ye Jingfeng opened his mouth, saying every word in a cadence.

"Please." Chen Zong was also a little curious about what kind of sword Ye Jingfeng would unleash.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Jingfeng's expression was cold and solemn, his eyes closed, and when he opened them, there seemed to be an invisible light tearing the sky apart.

The whole body surged with real power, running to the extreme, pouring all of it into the long sword in his hand, and there was a dense humming sound as the long sword trembled lightly. With the tremor, the sword body seemed to merge with the air, and slowly spread in front of everyone's eyelids. The bottom disappeared, and witnessing the process of the sword disappearing was undoubtedly very novel to everyone, making everyone stare with wide-eyed eyes.

The sword body disappeared, followed by the palm, and finally the arm, which spread to Ye Jingfeng's whole body continuously, and the whole person also disappeared.

It seems slow, but it is only in the blink of an eye.

"Body Wuhen...Jian Wuhen..." A light voice seemed to come from outside the sky: "You just pick me up...Wuhen Xisheng Sword!"

The moment the voice fell, Ye Jingfeng, who had disappeared into the air, shot out with a sword. This was a sword that gathered all the strength of his body, and it was the most powerful sword.

In the eyes of many people, nothing can be seen, but there is only a burst of extremely sharp sword whistling sounds, like the sound of magic, constantly impacting people's spiritual will, making people dizzy and about to burst.

However, Chen Zong's face remained unchanged, his eyes were staring straight at a place in front of him.

From the disappearance of Ye Jingfeng's sword and figure, Chen Zong has been able to capture the traces. It is not a real disappearance, but a special skill blended into the air, but he can feel it, because the floating dust, The opponent's every move is clear under his own perception.

In an instant, Ye Jingfeng held his sword and charged in front of him. Chen Zong knew that this sword would eventually stab at the edge of his left shoulder blade.

Take out the sword and kill towards the air ahead.

A sword stretches in all directions, looking down on the world.

Without any accident, Ye Jingfeng's sword was hit and resisted, and Ye Jingfeng's figure also appeared.

His face was filled with horror, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Ye Jingfeng never thought that his last trick would be resisted.

Incredible.

Even the person with the highest level of swordsmanship in the Jinghong Sword Sect couldn't break his own sword like this.

"You won." Ye Jingfeng came back to his senses, let out a breath, and said.

Chen Zong just smiled and didn't express anything else. It's normal for him to win.

If he fought with all his strength, he might not be able to defeat Ye Jingfeng. After all, the opponent was older than himself and was an important core disciple of Jinghong Sword Sect. His combat power might be very high.

But in the situation where this kind of power is limited, and only the swordsmanship is used to distinguish the high and low, the second level of the Zhaoxuan realm is not comparable to the opponent.

"It's really..." Patriarch Tianhong finally confirmed it, exhaled, his eyes were full of shock, and the same was true on Long Jinghou's face. The second time exactly fell on Chen Zong.