Chapter 61 Zero Battlefield Sniping

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The sword is like a star mark, piercing the sky with one sword.

The storm is cold and destroys the world.

The moment the long sword pierced the nether storm, it shattered inch by inch from the tip of the sword and turned into a meter-by-meter piece, but the power of the secret sword of pointing stars was not damaged at all, and it still broke through the storm with amazing sharpness and stabbed away .

The weapons in the Hundred Battlefields are specially made. Although they are not fake spirit weapons, they are stronger than Tier 1 fake spirit weapons and comparable to Tier 2 fake spirit weapons. Even so, the sword that Chen Zong urged with all his strength was too tyrannical , coupled with the terrifying power of the Nether Storm, the pressure on the long sword under the collision was even greater, and it naturally broke.

In the nether storm, Mo Sen's long knife also shattered inch by inch.

In the blink of an eye, under the attention of all the people, it seemed that a terrifying and destructive nether storm came from Jiuyou and swallowed Chen Zong's body, but Chen Zong's sword also pierced into the nether storm, piercing it.

There were bursts of roaring sounds, constantly exploding from the nether storm, and every sound made the hearts of the surrounding people unconsciously beat wildly.

It seems that it has been a long time, but in fact it is only in a few short breaths. The Nether Storm seems to be unable to withstand the impact of a powerful force. A figure flew out like a meteorite.

"It's Mo Sen!"

"Mo Sen was actually repelled."

All of them were horrified.

The nether storm completely dissipated, and Chen Zong stood empty-handed on the ruin-like battle arena, his sword robe was torn into disgrace, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and there was a dull pain in his body.

The power of the nether storm is really too tyrannical.

In the distance, Mo Sen covered his chest with one hand, and there was a scorched black palm print on it. Waves of terrifying hot power were stirring and destroying wantonly in his body. Even if he moved a little, there would be a tearing pain.

The previous fierce battle consumed most of the power, and the last Nether Storm drained the remaining power. There is not much power left in Mo Sen's body now.

The same is true for Chen Zong, who poured out all his tyrannical vertical and horizontal strength, and used it completely to cast the secret sword to point stars. He was able to repel and injure Mo Sen, thanks to his powerful body training practice, and he used the Hunyuan Iron Forging Hand .

"Do you want to fight again?" Chen Zong asked back,

Although the great real power was exhausted, most of the physical power remained, and he still had the power to fight.

"You won." Mo Sen said, his expression still stern.

There is no reason to look for, the current self has exhausted its strength, and there is no strength to fight again. On the other hand, Chen Zong seems to have more strength, and he can't do it unless he admits defeat.

After admitting defeat, Mo Sen turned around and stepped out of the ruined arena step by step.

"Won."

"Chen Zong actually won."

"It's terrible, this kind of strength is terrible."

"This kind of combat power can definitely be ranked in the Xiaodengtian list." A pseudo-transcendent from Baizhan Tower sighed.

"We haven't won 80 consecutive victories, should we send someone to attack?"

"Even though Chen Zong won, it seemed like he was at the end of his battle. If he sent one person, he might be able to defeat him, but if so, the follow-up might not be so exciting, and the income from Hundred Battlefields might drop again."

"There are still three more games, and Chen Zong is expected to win 80 consecutive victories. Let's arrange someone to snipe him. If he loses, he can only blame himself."

The next opponent was arranged to take the stage immediately, but Chen Zong would not be given time to recover his strength, and the rules of the Hundred Battles Arena also did not allow him to take pills to restore his strength.

"You are very powerful, but how much power do you have left in the current you?" The challenger thought he had seized the opportunity, as long as he defeated Chen Zong, no matter whether he won or lost, he would leave an indelible mark The record, that is, he once defeated the formidable Zonghengjian Chen Zong.

"It's more than enough to defeat you." Chen Zong smiled slightly, and touched the ground with his toes. Amidst the roar, the stone slab under his feet shattered instantly. It was so fast that before the opponent had time to react, Chen Zong punched the opponent. .

With a bang, it was invincible, and the whole person flew upside down, vomiting blood continuously.

"Win again."

"It seems that Chen Zong still has a lot of power left."

Soon, another challenger came on the stage, without saying a word, he shot directly, attacking Chen Zong from a long distance.

Chen Zong smashed all the attacks with a wave of his hand, punched out from the air, the punch was as strong as a dragon, and between the roars, he shattered all the attacks, hit the opponent directly, and the punch flew away.

"Win again."

"Only one game away is 80 consecutive victories."

"This time, I'll fight you." A thick voice sounded, a tall and mighty middle-aged man fell like a huge boulder on the ruins of the battle arena, surrounded by countless dust and smoke billowing into the sky rise.

This person was wearing a gray short jacket, his exposed arms had protruding muscles, as if they were casted from steel, and black chains as thick as little fingers were wrapped around his forearms, wrists, and palms, adding a bit of ferocity.

There is a scar on the ordinary face, fierce and sharp eyes, like a beast lurking, just looking at it can scare an ordinary warrior out of his wits.

He is just one of the fighters trained in the hundred battlefields, who is specially used to snipe the challenger's winning streak.

From the appearance alone, Chen Zong could tell that the other party's physique was very strong. He should have practiced physical training techniques and achieved certain attainments, but he didn't know how strong he was until he didn't do it.

"Take my punch!" With a yell, the middle-aged man's eyes widened, his eyes were fierce, and he raised his fist, like an arrow drawn from a bow, and punched it out fiercely.

Boom!

The strength of the fist is like a tiger galloping out, bringing up the dust and smoke in the sky like an earth dragon roaring, and countless broken stones are flying and stirring.

This punch is very fierce, as if it can smash a mountain.

"It's almost a four-star initial combat power." Chen Zong secretly said, and immediately threw out a punch, directly smashing the opponent's punch.

The strength of body training in the heyday is completely capable of fighting against the five-star early stage, and it will be even stronger if you use Hunyuan Iron Forging Hand.

Although his physical strength was consumed a lot in the battle with Mo Sen, after the buffer of the two battles just now, he recovered a little, almost 60% of his heyday.

Sixty percent of the strength of body training is not comparable to that of ordinary four-stars.

Seeing that Chen Zong still had the strength to break through his own attack with one punch, the middle-aged man was secretly surprised and struck again.

The double fists bombarded out continuously, wave after wave of punches was like a fierce tiger and fierce dragon, the continuous bombardment made the ground tremble continuously, the ground trembled and the mountains shook, the momentum was astonishing.

After throwing out dozens of punches in a row, the middle-aged man did not stop, but let out a loud shout, his upper body swelled up as if inflated, his muscles bulged, and there was a faint layer of blood, exuding traces of pure blood fluctuation.

Gurgling, it sounded like the sound of running water, but it was the momentum brought by the flow of Qi and blood. All the powerful Qi and blood went to the right arm, and a strange scene appeared. The right arm of the middle-aged man continued to expand. The rest of the body seems to have shrunk.

The black chains wrapped around his right arm also flew up, dancing like a snake, and turned red instantly.

"Blood Hell Breaking Dragon Fist!"

Amidst the loud shouts, the middle-aged man used all his strength to blast out this heavenly body training martial art.

Terrifying qi and blood soared into the sky like smoke, and the right arm swelled like a pillar seemed to shatter the air in front of it. The right arm quickly receded, as if shrinking, and a blood-red dragon head rushed out of the blood prison. Roaring with astonishing destruction, he blasted at Chen Zong fiercely.

"So strong!" Chen Zong couldn't help being startled: "The power of this punch has completely reached the peak of a four-star punch."

If it was in its heyday, Chen Zong could ignore it, but now his strength is only 60%, which is a bit hanging.

No matter what, Chen Zong will win.

Taking a deep breath, all the pure yang qi and blood surged towards the right arm and condensed in the right palm. The whole palm swelled like a millstone, the whole body was red, emitting a terrible high temperature, distorting the surrounding air, as if There is invisible smoke rising.

It felt like a blazing sun was compressed in Chen Zong's right palm, it was unparalleled in heat.

Hunyuan Iron Smelter!

Slapping forward with a palm, it hit the head of the Blood Prison directly. The moment of collision, the terrifying high temperature and violent force directly shattered the head of the Blood Prison, turning it into an astonishing bloody aura, and blasting away, wreaking havoc in all directions.

Immediately, the blood-colored palm print flew out of his hand and blasted at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was horrified and quickly raised his arms to resist.

With a bang, I felt that my arms seemed to be broken, and the terrible high temperature continued to invade my arms, burning my blood.

Back off!

irresistible.

"Congratulations to Zonghengjian Chen Zong for winning 80 consecutive victories."

A voice also sounded from the Baizhan Tower.

In the spectator seats, everyone first paused and then cheered.

Eighty consecutive victories!

Chen Zong's 80 consecutive victories are incomparably wonderful, every time it makes people feel that it is difficult to win.

First of all, in the fierce battle with Mo Sen, I thought he would not be able to win, but I did not expect to win in the end, but it seems that Chen Zong also exhausted his strength.

According to the habit of the Hundred Battlefield, people will definitely be sent to snipe. As expected, the last battle will be the people from the Hundred Battlefield to snipe, and the combat power is not weak.

Especially the Blood Prison Breaking Dragon Fist was even more shocking.

Even so, Chen Zong still won.

It feels like being thrown into the clouds, falling down instantly, and then being thrown up again. The feeling of rising and falling instantly is too exciting.

On the Baizhan Tower, several pseudo-transcendents looked at each other in blank dismay.

They did arrange manpower to attack Chen Zong, that is, the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man's combat power is not weak, especially the last Blood Prison Breaking Dragon Fist, which has a four-star peak combat power.

It's not enough to look at Chen Zong in his heyday, but you must know that Chen Zong has just fought with Mo Sen with all his strength, and his strength is almost exhausted.

"I didn't expect this kid's body training to be so advanced."

"I also mastered a body training martial art that is more powerful than the Blood Prison Breaking Dragon Fist."

"Unexpectedly, completely unexpected."

Several pseudo-transcendents laughed wryly.

Now Chen Zong has won 80 consecutive victories, and today's battle is over. In the future, Chen Zong will continue to challenge, but it is difficult to find such an opportunity again.

And with Chen Zong's combat strength, it seems that it is not difficult to win ninety consecutive victories.

Maybe, even the most difficult one hundred consecutive victories are expected to hit.

The minds of the pseudo-transcendents in the Baizhan Building are complicated. On the one hand, they hope to see a hundred consecutive victories, and on the other hand, they don't want Chen Zong to win a hundred consecutive victories.