Chapter 60 Zongheng Senluo: Sword Strike (Part 2)
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The yin and cold knife light filled the air, and the knife and knife were connected endlessly.
Suddenly, 50% of the power was mastered. Under Chen Zong's control, he realized the strength and condensed it into a powerful and unparalleled sword force. He raised his sword.
When the sword touched, the long knife was irresistibly bounced high, Mo Sen's complexion suddenly changed, and his figure also flew high into the sky along with the long knife.
A terrifying force kept impacting the blade, not only tyrannical, but also surprisingly sharp, and it was endless, as if the tide followed one after another, it was unbelievable.
As we all know, domineering, ferocious and strong power tends to be less sustainable, and continuous power is often softer, but the power swung by Chen Zong's sword has the power of domineering, fierce, sharp and continuous, which is more implied. A kind of flexibility, like flowing water.
"The Nether Knife... The Vientiane Senluo!" Hundreds of meters above the sky, Mo Sen held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the majestic and mighty sound continued, like rushing thunder like a gust of wind, and also like a cold wind blowing from Jiuyou.
The black long knife swung slowly, and countless black knife shadows spread all over the void, like a cloud of cold and dark clouds, low and depressed, looking up one by one, their complexions changed drastically, they only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and their whole body became stiff.
The full name of Nether Knife is You Sen Ming Luo Knife.
Wanxiang Senluo is the second ultimate move of the Nether Knife, which is more powerful and profound than the Nine Shadows One Kill.
The light of Sen Luo Dao condensed into cold and dark clouds, covered by a layer, as if the sky collapsed and pressed down.
"Chop!" Accompanied by Mo Sen's low voice, like the howling of the cold wind in Jiuyou, the black long knife slashed, and suddenly, a large black cloud of sword light descended from the sky, and the extremely terrifying aura made the ring below crumble. , The complexion of the people in the spectator seats changed drastically, and each of them had to use all their strength to use their skills to resist the impact of this breath.
If the distance is not long enough, this kind of breath is enough to crush them one by one. If so, they are also very uncomfortable. It seems that there is an invisible stone blocked in the chest. They try to breathe but it is difficult to inhale some air, and they are about to suffocate and pass out. .
Chen Zong raised his head, staring at the overwhelming cold dark clouds, he could see that every black knife light in it was shining with a terrible edge, and there was an astonishing irresistible domineering in the cold, like crushing everything.
The already broken Baizhan Arena seemed to be crushed, Chen Zong felt the pressure on his body increased sharply, like a mountain of knives falling down.
The light in the eyes became brighter and sharper,
With a slight shake of the arm, between the tightness of the five fingers, the long sword trembled slightly, making a melodious and piercing sound of the sword, as if the sword was cheering.
The sound of chi chi chi sounded continuously, and the sword strength condensed by 50% of the physical strength and 50% of the vertical and horizontal power was poured into it, and countless phantoms appeared on the sword body, surrounding the long sword.
"cut!"
With a low shout, Chen Zong slashed upwards with his sword as if using all his strength.
A seemingly simple sword, but it is the fortieth style of vertical and horizontal swordsmanship, which is extremely powerful.
The vertical and horizontal swordsmanship is a swordsmanship that is driven by the true power of the vertical and horizontal, so that the power can be displayed to the extreme, but under Chen Zong's gradual improvement, it becomes possible to use the new power after fusion. Exercising it, its power is not diminished, and it also possesses even more astonishing mysteries under the new power.
The sword light pierced through the sky like a ten-meter-long waning moon rising into the sky, and the waning moon emitted a halo of light. If you look carefully, you can find that the halo is actually formed by countless phantoms of the waning moon.
Up and down, the sword light and the waning moon directly hit the sword light dark cloud, shattering heavy sword lights, but they were also continuously weakened, and finally collapsed, but a small part of the sword light dark cloud continued to cut down.
Chen Zong swung his sword again, and the remaining half of the dark cloud was shattered by the waning moon of the sword light more than ten meters away.
The body and the sword are united, as if piercing the sky and soaring into the sky, the long sword across the sky, like flying stars killing Mo Sen who is falling in the sky month by month.
Facing the sword attack from Chen Zong's assassination, Mo Sen looked cold and serious, his eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, he clasped the long knife tightly with both hands and slashed down, a black phantom seemed to appear behind him, lifting a huge black sword like a ghost demon god The long knife then cut towards Chen Zong.
"The Nether Knife...the Nether Killer Style!"
This is the third trick of the Yousen Mingluo Saber, a single strike, as if it can summon the power of the Nether Demon God to come across the boundary and kill powerful enemies.
The murderous intent is astonishing, the cold is like hell, everyone in the spectator seats is numb and blood is frozen, it is difficult to move, and it is as if they are not even breathing. It seems that the knife is killing themselves. There is no way to dodge and resist. They can only wait for death to come .
Chen Zong was likewise unavoidable, when swords struck each other, Chen Zong only felt an extremely terrifying force attacking him, as if he couldn't resist it, his whole body was like a meteorite falling from the sky, ruthlessly bombarding the battle arena.
Booming, as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, the Baizhan Arena was completely shattered, amidst the billowing dust and smoke, no one could clearly see what was going on inside, only Mo Sen fell from the sky.
"What a terrible trick!"
"Has Mo Sen won?"
"Chen Zong won't be killed?"
When they came back to their senses, everyone found that they could move, and they opened their mouths in horror.
The dust and smoke cleared, and there was a deep hole in the center of the collapsed Baizhan Arena. A figure shot up into the sky, bringing up countless debris and flying debris, and landed tens of meters in front of Mo Sen. It was Chen Zong.
It seems that apart from the broken sword robe, there seems to be no damage.
In fact, the same is true. Mo Sen's knife is indeed very powerful, enough to kill ordinary five-star extreme warriors, but Chen Zong's strength is not comparable to ordinary five-star extreme warriors.
Furthermore, Chen Zong's physique was strong, and his impenetrable defense was astonishing, coupled with the tyrannical strength of his sword, he completely resisted the terrifying power of that knife.
But Chen Zong was filled with emotion.
This Mo Sen came from an extraordinary background, and his inheritance is not simple, which is obvious when compared with the Zongheng Jiandian.
The unfinished vertical and horizontal sword canon is not high enough, it can only be considered good in Tianjiang Mansion, and it can't be ranked in the whole Longtu domain, it's nothing at all.
And the perfected vertical and horizontal sword manual has indeed been greatly improved, in Tianjiang mansion, no one can match it, even compared to the Zhenzong martial arts of the four middle-grade sects.
However, it still can't compare with the inherited martial arts of the Longtu royal family, it's not that the grade is inferior to the opponent.
Heaven-level masterpiece is the highest grade of heaven-level kung fu, and vertical and horizontal sword manual is heaven-level masterpiece, but it lacks other inheritances, such as some ultimate moves and killing moves.
For example, Mosen's Yousen Mingluo Knife, the power of each knife is very powerful, not weaker than the sword style of Zongheng Jiandian, but there are also Nine Shadows One Kill, Vientiane Senluo and even the Youming just now. Terrible tricks such as lore-killing style are not comparable to Zonghengjiandian.
Mo Sen was also very surprised that Chen Zong was not harmed by his Nether Killing Style.
"The Vertical and Horizontal Sword Manual itself is strong enough, but lacks the corresponding unique moves. My strongest moves are only two secret swords." Chen Zong secretly said.
Another name for the two types of secret swords is Pseudo-Lingwu.
Pseudo-spiritual martial arts are actually divided into high and low grades, which are divided into three grades: low-rank, middle-rank and top-rank. The secret sword Dianxing and the secret sword Dragon Sparrow Dance are both low-rank pseudo-spiritual martial arts.
As for the Thunder King Transformation performed by Lin Ziqi earlier, Chen Zong reckoned that it was at least a middle-grade pseudo-spirit martial level, and it might be even higher.
For the first time, Chen Zong felt that his means were few and lacking, which made him less adaptable when fighting a strong enemy. He could only rely on vertical and horizontal swordsmanship to fight the enemy, feeling a little weak.
There is no way, Zongheng Jianzong's own foundation is too weak, and even with the help of Gu Xuanbei, Chen Zong's own knowledge and experience at that time were limited, just like a clever woman can't cook without rice.
"Perhaps, I should find some other swordsmanship or pseudo-spiritual martial arts to practice." Chen Zong thought to himself.
But now, it is still necessary to defeat Mo Sen first, only in this way can the winning streak continue, and then achieve a hundred consecutive victories.
"Your strength is very strong. That alone can't do anything to you." Mo Sen suddenly spoke, while recovering the power he had just consumed: "Next, I will use my secret martial arts to determine the outcome."
"Is it going to be decided?"
"It's finally time to tell the difference."
Everyone couldn't help but get excited.
"Come." Chen Zong only answered one word, with the long sword lying across his chest, his left hand pointed like a sword on the spine of the sword, and slowly brushed it over.
"Ghost storm..." Following the sound of Mo Sen's words, the long knife seemed to explode, and a gust of cold black wind emerged out of thin air, as if it was conceived and diffused from Mo Sen's body, directly swallowing Mo Sen's body.
The rumbling momentum was frightening, like a storm formed by a gust of wind blowing from the Nine Nethers, descending with the will to die, strangling everything and devouring life, wherever it passed, the broken stone slabs of the battle arena disintegrated one after another.
"The Nether Storm, the middle-grade pseudo-spiritual martial arts, is indeed the heir of that family." The pseudo-transcendents on the Baizhan Building had solemn expressions.
Chen Zong's face was solemn, and he felt a kind of destruction from the nether storm, a terrifying destruction, extremely tyrannical, and its power might already be able to threaten warriors with six-star initial combat power.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong's sword finger slashed across the spine of the sword and reached the tip of the sword. The great power of his body poured out without reservation, as if water was flowing, and countless forces condensed into rays of light, flowing along the spine of the sword. Go, force through the tip of the sword, and burst out a bit of extremely sharp cold light, as if it could shatter the stars.
Secret Sword Star!
The time is still short, Chen Zong still can't use new power to activate the secret sword, he can only use vertical and horizontal real power, its power is still unmatched.
With all the great real strength that can limit the limit of the Ninth Layer of True Martial Realm, this sword is extremely strong.
But more than that, Chen Zong was highly concentrated again, arousing the true power of Jian Rui.
An astonishingly sharp aura descended on the long sword, gathered towards the tip of the sword, and merged into that bit of cold light, as if there was a terrifying lightning strike.
Staring at the terrifying black storm that swept madly, Chen Zong stabbed out with a sword.
The space in front seemed to vibrate, as if being pierced by a sword, it rushed out like a broken bamboo, hitting the black nether storm directly.
Everyone stood up unconsciously, staring with wide-eyed eyes and stretching their necks, not daring to blink, for fear of missing the most exciting scene.
On the Baizhan Building, a few pseudo-transcendents also stared with wide eyes.
Zonghengjiansenluodao, the outcome between Chen Zong and Mo Sen was decided in this blow.