Chapter 63: Zero Winning Streak (Part 1)

(Tonight, Liu Dao will cross the wind tribulation for the second time, fellow Taoists, please give me the magic weapon monthly pass)

"The tiger leaps over a thousand mountains!"

"The tiger roars in the forest!"

"Tiger Spear Style!"

One tyrannical move after another was performed, like a fierce tiger roaring, dissipating all its demonic power, and mercilessly blasting at Chen Zong, especially the last move, which was full of power and astonishingly tyrannical.

But Chen Zong still swung his sword to resist them one by one, without breaking them.

The last sword was swept out, the sword strength continued, and the opponent was sent flying.

Another win.

Then, Chen Zong won again with one sword strike, the opponent was too weak to block even a single sword strike by himself, so how could he help him understand the ultimate move.

Ninety consecutive victories!

"Ninety consecutive victories."

"sharp."

"He should challenge for a hundred consecutive victories."

"Hundred wins in a row, it's been a long time, and finally someone is going to challenge the hundred wins in a row."

"That's ninety consecutive victories, it's too easy." The young people were stunned, and then laughed.

"It looks like I'll come to play some other day. It's not bad to get a hundred-game winning streak and leave a statue here for people to admire." One of the young people smiled, as if the challenge of the battle arena is very easy, thinking You can get as many consecutive victories as you want.

"I think it's okay, why don't you come to participate the day after tomorrow, and then face Chen Zong and end his winning streak."

"Okay, let's do that."

In a few words, several young people made a decision.

After winning ninety consecutive victories, Chen Zong got up and left the hundred battlefields. He didn't have time to go shopping. He returned directly to his residence and continued to participate in the trick.

With Chen Zong's efforts, the trick became clear little by little, but there was still a long way to go before it could take shape.

The lights outside the house are brightly lit, and there are voices talking about it all about the battle arena.

The word Chen Zong was mentioned all the time, as if it was on everyone's lips.

Those young people were eating in the restaurant, and the voices from all around would always carry words such as Zonghengjian or Chen Zong from time to time, the more they heard it, the more bored they became, and they couldn't help feeling violent.

"Shut up!" The young man with narrow eyes yelled coldly, and an astonishingly cold and sharp aura emanated from his body, like invisible sword energy piercing the air, making other people in the restaurant tremble.

"Chen Zong, Chen Zong, Chen Zong, what is he, you foolish people keep talking about it."

"Whoever dares to mention this name again, I will kill him."

As the voice fell, cold murderous intent spread, and the whole restaurant seemed to be crushed.

All of them tremblingly did not dare to speak, did not even dare to move, for fear of being killed.

"Okay, what's the point of arguing with a group of ants." The one headed by several young people spoke with a superior indifference, which made people very uncomfortable.

"Hmph." The young man sat down with a cold expression on his face.

The killing intent dissipated, and everyone in the restaurant didn't even dare to move. It took a while for someone to stand up and leave tremblingly. After a while, only a few people were left in the whole restaurant, and these people ate on their own. They are all pseudo-transcendent realms, so naturally they won't be afraid of a few true martial realms.

On the contrary, they were quite disdainful about it, but Chen Zong had nothing to do with himself and others, so naturally he would not mind their own business.

Chen Zong didn't know about these things, and was still immersed in his comprehension.

One night passed, and when the morning sun rose into the sky, another new day arrived. Today is the real martial arts arena at the pseudo-transcendent level, and Chen Zong does not intend to watch the battle.

Walking out of the residence, Chen Zong strolled to the main street of Baizhan City, as if aimlessly walking along the wide street, but he continued to comprehend the unique moves of the vertical and horizontal sword manual in his mind.

Walking and walking, Chen Zong stepped into a restaurant and sat down by the window with his distracted mind.

"Guest officer, what would you like to eat?" The restaurant clerk ran over and asked with a smile while wiping the table again.

"Serve a few signature dishes and a pot of wine." Chen Zong responded casually, and his main thoughts were spent on comprehending unique moves, whether walking, sitting or lying down.

"Okay, please drink tea first, wait a moment." The waiter skillfully brought hot tea to Chen Zong.

Not long after, four young men also stepped onto the restaurant, their gazes swept over and landed on Chen Zong.

"It's him."

"Walk."

Saying that, one of them walked up to Chen Zong, put his hands on the edge of the table condescendingly, his eyes were somewhat cold as if he wanted to see through Chen Zong.

"Chen Zong, don't be too arrogant."

Chen Zong was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

Too crazy?

I have never been ostentatious in my actions, so how can I talk about insolence?

"Doesn't it feel good that my name is being mentioned repeatedly by everyone, thinking that I am superior and invincible?" The young man's eyes were as cold and sharp as a sword, and his words were aggressive, but extremely sarcastic: "Remember my words , you are nothing, tomorrow, you will know."

After speaking, the young man got up and walked back to the original place.

Chen Zong's expression returned to calm, and he did not refute the other party, because he was lazy.

This kind of verbal battle is of no benefit, it is better to devote one's mind to comprehend the unique skill quietly.

Chen Zong didn't respond, which made the young man very upset, but he still suppressed his inner anger, and only waited until tomorrow's battle arena to give him a good look.

After eating a delicious meal, Chen Zong left the restaurant, returned to his residence along the street, and continued to practice and enlightenment.

Now his cultivation has reached the limit of the ninth level of true martial arts, but he has no idea about the tenth level, which symbolizes the perfection of true martial arts. For a while, Chen Zong didn't know how to break through, so he could only figure it out slowly.

In fact, in normal martial arts cultivation, after reaching the limit of the ninth level of the true martial arts realm, you can start to accumulate and prepare for breaking through to the pseudo-transcendent realm.

There is only one way to break through to the pseudo-transcendent realm, and that is to open up an acupoint.

After opening a hole, the real power can be transformed and become stronger. It is between the real power and the spiritual power of the transcendent realm. It is a false spiritual power. It is not as good as the real spiritual power, but it is stronger than the real power. Domineering many times.

It is very, very difficult for ordinary warriors to open the acupuncture points. This is also the reason why many warriors have been stuck in the bottleneck for decades or even longer after their cultivation base has been raised to the limit of the ninth level of true martial arts, and they have never been able to break through.

As for Chen Zong, he can't. He can clearly feel that as long as he wants to, he can transform his tyrannical vertical and horizontal real power at any time into a more powerful pseudo-spiritual power. At that time, he will step into the pseudo-transcendent realm and his combat power will increase sharply. .

Because Chen Zong once opened up two major acupoints when he was practicing strength.

Zenith Point and Diyuan Point!

For example, there is a door in front of Chen Zong, and Chen Zong already holds the key to open the door. As long as he wants to, he can directly open the door and enter a wider world.

But Chen Zong didn't want to, the tenth level of true martial arts was the goal of the next stage.

Furthermore, it is also necessary to practice the second change of the mind change first, and it is best to practice the third change of the mind change before breaking through to the pseudo-transcendent realm. After all, the pseudo-spiritual power is many times stronger than the real power. With the integration of other forces of oneself, the difficulty will also be greatly improved.

But if it is at the level of true martial arts, it should be fused first, and after the breakthrough, there is no need to fused again.

Based on these two points, no matter what, Chen Zong can't break through to the pseudo-transcendent realm right now.

Then if you want to enhance your own combat power, you can only start with the practice of mind change and self-created unique skills.

As night fell, Chen Zong was still practicing.

At dawn, Chen Zong woke up from his training, got up, and walked in the direction of the Hundred Battlefield.

When Chen Zong arrived at the Hundred Battlefield, the spectator seats were already full of people, and it was even more crowded than last time, because today is Chen Zong's challenge to win a hundred consecutive victories, which is of great significance and should not be missed.

Among the audience of tens of thousands of people, there are quite a few pseudo-transcendent masters who are full of interest.

Throughout the ages, there are very few people who can win a hundred consecutive victories. After all, the Hundred Battlefield will not allow others to win a hundred consecutive victories, but will find ways to snipe.

Holding the wooden number plate, Chen Zong stepped onto the waiting seat.

On the waiting table, Chen Zong felt five fierce and domineering eyes falling on him one after another, as if they were real.

The owners of these gazes were not young, and they seemed to be at least forty years old. Chen Zong suddenly had a feeling that perhaps these people were his opponents today.

From the looks of it, they should all be masters cultivated by the Hundred Battlefield itself, and none of them are weak in combat power.

In addition to those five people, there are other people on the waiting table who are going to participate in the challenge. After all, if they don't face Chen Zong, they might be able to win some consecutive victories.

After another period of time, a young man came up, exuding a trace of sharpness from his whole body, like an invisible sword energy.

The young man's sharp gaze swept across, and finally landed on Chen Zong, with a cold look on the corner of his mouth.

"I wonder if Chen Zong can win a hundred consecutive victories?"

"It should be possible, he is so powerful."

"I guess it's a bit difficult. Hundred Battlefields won't just let him win a hundred consecutive victories. You must know that Hundred Battlefields itself has trained a lot of masters, and none of them is weak."

"Yes."

"Today, there will definitely be several wonderful battles."

"I hope Chen Zong can win a hundred consecutive victories."

Amidst countless discussions, today's challenge in the Hundred Battles Arena also began.

It was not Chen Zong who played first, because Chen Zong was not the first to arrive.

Chen Zong was staring at the battle on the Baizhan Arena, but most of his thoughts were actually on the comprehension of the unique moves.

The outcome of the battle arena was soon decided.

Then, someone rushed to the battle arena and continued to fight.

One after another, Chen Zong's name was quickly called, the voice was unusually loud and clear, implying a bit of uncontrollable excitement.

A hundred-game winning streak may be expected to be born, can you not be excited?

"I know I'm not your opponent, but I don't admit defeat." Chen Zong's opponent said seriously, as if he was about to release a monstrous fire with a weak candlelight. Although it was an extravagant hope, Chen Zong still let him give full play, and then, Defeated with one sword.

Too weak to have any sharpening effect.

When the voice sounded, and the next opponent was about to leave the waiting seat, the young man suddenly got up and pressed that person's shoulder.

"Give me the wooden sign." The young man said calmly, with a hint of coldness in his voice.

The man was about to get angry, but found that he couldn't move at all. A terrifying aura enveloped him, like an invisible sharp sword piercing through his body. Frightened, he quickly handed over his wooden token.

Holding the wooden sign, the young man stepped out with a sneer in the corner of his mouth.