Chapter 65 Zero Winning Streak (Part 2)
The Long Snake Flying Knife was fast and flexible, and it quickly swam in the sky, surrounding Chen Zong, launching a surprise attack like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, as fast as lightning.
With the two swords in hand, they are firm and unbreakable, resisting all attacks. The trajectory of the swords is clear and simple.
The short man fired the throwing knife with all his strength. His goal was not to defeat Chen Zong, because Chen Zong was very powerful. His main task was to consume Chen Zong's power as much as possible.
As everyone knows, Chen Zong is using the opponent to perform his own trick.
The short middle-aged man tried his best to shoot out all the last throwing knives, and every throwing knife pierced through the air as quickly as lightning.
Under the twin swords, all the flying knives were split open.
Immediately, the dazzling cross sword light penetrated dozens of meters, directly imprinted on the short middle-aged man's body, breaking through the true strength of the body protection, the sword strength was violent and continuous, and the short middle-aged man was knocked out of the ring.
Six consecutive victories!
It is also the so-called ninety-six consecutive victories.
Immediately, the next opponent landed on the Baizhan Arena. This was an old man with a hunchback, holding a bronze tiger head stick.
Tiger head stick is a strange weapon, very few people know how to use it, because it is not easy to cultivate, but it is quite powerful and not easy to deal with.
The old man walked towards Chen Zong step by step, his footsteps became faster and faster, and he crossed a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. His slightly hunched body seemed to be continuously enlarged, and suddenly he smashed out with a stick, and the wind and thunder surged like a tiger roaring.
Another four-star fighter.
Chen Zong resisted the sword with one sword and went out instead, his sword skills were ordinary.
With a turn of the tiger head stick, the end is as sharp as a sharp sword piercing through the air and thrusting out, as if trying to penetrate Chen Zong.
A bronze tiger headed stick played with great vigor in the hands of the hunchbacked old man.
The air was turbulent, and the powerful real power roared, like the roar of a hundred tigers, and the momentum was astonishing.
The purpose of the old man was the same as that of the short middle-aged man before, not to defeat Chen Zong, but to consume Chen Zong's power as much as possible to provide convenience for those who followed behind.
Chen Zong also used the old man to perform the trick.
After a fierce battle,
Chen Zong's swordsmanship was always so unremarkable, there were just a few swords coming and going, vertical chopping and horizontal chopping, but the sword and sword resisted all the old man's attacks and repelled the old man time and time again.
"Hundred Tigers Chaos!"
A vigorous voice sounded, and the ancient bronze tiger-headed staff bloomed with a simple and deep luster, and the tiger head seemed to come alive, and let out a roar that shook the mountains and forests.
One after another tiger-head phantoms rushed out, there were hundreds of them, and they all rushed towards Chen Zong from all directions.
The old man's face turned pale and his body trembled slightly. This move exhausted all his strength. He stared at Chen Zong who was surrounded by hundreds of tiger heads. He only hoped that this move could cause some damage to Chen Zong and weaken Chen Zong's strength as much as possible.
Hundreds of tiger heads are indeed fierce, coming from all directions, and each tiger head carries astonishing power.
Chen Zong's face was calm, with the two swords in his hands, the strength of the swords flowed continuously, and the two swords slashed out dazzling cross sword lights, smashing the heads of hundreds of tigers.
A series of explosions disappeared.
The old man's complexion became paler, and he smiled wryly, before Chen Zong attacked, he took the initiative to admit defeat, and he couldn't do without admitting defeat, all his strength was exhausted.
Ninety-seven consecutive victories!
With only three opponents left, they can win a hundred consecutive victories, and everyone is getting more and more excited.
A new opponent appeared on the Baizhan Arena. This was a woman in a rose red shirt. Although she looked a little old, and the years had left marks in the corners of her eyes, her charm was still there. She must have been a beautiful person when she was young.
The woman smiled slightly, her hand shone coldly, it was a soft sword.
Soft swords are more difficult to cultivate than normal swords, but if they are successful in cultivation, they are often more difficult to resist.
"Little brother, I know I am not your opponent, so please be merciful." The woman said with a smile.
"Please." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
Amidst the woman's smile, the rose red shirt trembled lightly, like a blooming flower, or like a red cloud floating over, the soft sword slid across, and the luster was like water waves, layer by layer There is no beginning and no end.
People are like flowers, swords are like water.
Chen Zong's eyes lit up slightly. The combat power displayed by this woman is at most a four-star limit level, which is nothing, but her swordsmanship is interesting. Chen Zong has never seen it before, so he stared at it carefully. Add bricks and tiles to your own kendo foundation.
As the two swords flicked back and forth, Chen Zong resisted all the attacks, Chen Zong couldn't do anything about it, the woman was very helpless, she had already used her full strength, a soft sword was like a flying snake, and when it was sharp, it could cut gold Duanyu, when it is flexible, can turn thousands of times, and when it is continuous, it is like flowing water, but it can't help Chen Zong at all. The pair of swords are like a moat, completely resisting all attacks.
However, the woman's purpose is not to defeat Chen Zong, but to consume Chen Zong's power as much as possible, so she used her swordsmanship to the extreme, and repeatedly made strange moves regardless of her own consumption.
It's just that Chen Zong seems to be bottomless. Up to now, no one knows how much his power has been consumed.
Having almost grasped the essence of the opponent's soft sword technique, Chen Zong's double swords have also been honed to a certain extent. The cross sword light came out, and the sword force quickly knocked the woman back.
The strength of the sword is not only violent and domineering, but also contains amazing sharpness. The woman resisted with all her strength, but she couldn't stop her backward steps until she exited the battle arena, and she couldn't help smiling wryly.
Fighting with Chen Zong, the feeling is that everything is out of control, but they all follow the opponent's wishes.
The fact is indeed the case, under the pressure of Chen Zong's double swords, he had to show his full strength, and in the end he was not defeated by any chance.
Ninety-eight consecutive victories!
There are only the last two games left before the 100-game winning streak, and the opponents in these two games are often the strongest.
The opponent in the ninety-ninth match was a bald man with no clothes on his upper body, his muscles were made of steel, and he was full of violent and incomparable strength.
The weapon he uses is also very interesting. It is an oval shield with a length of one meter and a width of half a meter on both sides. The front of the shield is covered with sharp cones, which is very hideous.
This person erected the shield in front of him, defended it firmly, and then moved his center of gravity down, approaching Chen Zong step by step, like an elite on the battlefield forming a battle formation, an astonishing aura emanated from his body and permeated it, when he quickly When running, like thousands of troops and horses charging together, the whole arena was shaken.
Pushing forward, pushing forward continuously, as if he wanted to use this method to force Chen Zong off the ring. Chen Zong drew out his sword, and the cross sword light slashed on the shield, but was completely protected. The bald man was only slightly taller. After a pause, he continued to step forward.
When he was ten meters away from Chen Zong, suddenly, the true power of the bald man swept across the two shields, and the two shields were superimposed in an instant. Amidst the roar, the whole person was wrapped in tyrannical energy, like a meteorite He blasted at Chen Zong fiercely.
Its momentum is astonishing, like a meteorite falling, destroying everything.
Chen Zong didn't intend to dodge at all. Instead, he crossed his swords horizontally in front of him, resisting head-on.
The terrifying impact shattered the arena. The moment it touched Chen Zong's swords, an astonishing sound resounded through the sky.
The bald-headed man with a ferocious face tried his best to attack and crush Chen Zong, but Chen Zong's two swords in his hands remained motionless.
Perhaps this bald man is strong enough to fight against the five-star early stage, but compared with Chen Zong, there is still a big gap.
The two swords trembled slightly, the strength of the swords surged, and the violent and domineering force rushed away, immediately causing the bald man to fall back, the force was continuous, like the endless waves of waves, However, the power of each wave is so terrifying.
Irresistible, the bald-headed man couldn't stop backing back again and again with his face full of shock, every step he stepped back would shatter a piece of stone in the ring.
All the way back, he retreated to the edge of the battle arena one after another. Although he tried his best to restrain his footsteps, the continuous force of the sword was completely unexpected and he couldn't resist. With the last step, he retreated and fell down. arena.
"What a terrifying force."
They all stared at the broken road trampled by their feet on the Baizhan Arena, which was hundreds of meters long, and they were horrified.
"Ninety-nine consecutive victories."
"There is only the last game left. Chen Zong is about to win a hundred consecutive victories."
In the spectator seats, everyone became more and more excited.
It's the last game, and the decisive moment is coming.
On the waiting table, Chen Zong's last opponent also got up, took a step forward, and appeared on the battle arena as if teleporting, holding a long knife in his hand.
This person has an ordinary appearance and is difficult to recognize in the crowd. He looks about forty or fifty years old, with crow's feet around his eyes, but his eyes are deep and calm, like a deep pool.
"Defeat me, and you will win a hundred consecutive victories." The middle-aged man said to Chen Zong with a knife in one hand and a knife in the other, and immediately started walking, as if strolling in the back garden of his home to admire the flowers in full bloom. Calmly, step by step, he walked slowly towards Chen Zong.
It didn't feel like he was here to fight, but rather like he wanted to chat with Chen Zong.
Chen Zong's eyes were condensed, and others couldn't feel it, but he could feel it very clearly. As the middle-aged man stepped forward step by step in a leisurely and comfortable pace, there seemed to be traces of aura quietly condensed on his body, very Subtle, undetectable, if Chen Zong's perception was not superior to other warriors, it would be difficult to detect it.
The aura was very subtle, but it continued to diffuse and spread around the middle-aged man, and Chen Zong felt that when the middle-aged man walked a certain distance, those scattered auras would gather together in an instant At that time, it will release a devastating blow just like the volcanic eruption.
Aware of this, Chen Zong's face remained unchanged, he did not attack, but allowed the opponent to accumulate momentum.
Chen Zong wants to win a hundred consecutive victories, but he also wants to fight against a powerful opponent.
The stronger this middle-aged man is, the happier Chen Zong is. Of course, the other party cannot be a pseudo-transcendent, otherwise the Hundred Battlefield is self-defeating, and it is impossible to have a six-star combat power. It is no longer possible to rely on time To achieve it, you must have enough talent.
And those who have six-star combat power are often at the level of pseudo-transcendents at the age of 40 or 50.