Chapter 19 The Style of that 1 Sword (2)

"Swordsmanship that condenses murderous aura, the stronger the murderous aura, the stronger the swordsmanship." Chen Zong said secretly.

Shan Shanlong's swordsmanship is indeed very strong, and it should not be Qingyunzong's swordsmanship.

In the ninety-second round, Qingmang Sword Liu Zhenji played. He was not young, eighteen years old, and like Miao Junfeng, his cultivation was also at the limit of the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. His swordsmanship was superb, and his reputation was comparable to Miao Junfeng was much better than him.

Only those who have reached a certain level of fame will be titled, Miao Junfeng is not, because the reputation is not enough.

Famous people are often better.

Qingmang Sword Liu Zhenji's opponent is not weak in cultivation, and has also reached the limit of the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"I only have one sword." Liu Zhenji said calmly, and as soon as the words fell, the long sword hanging on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, turning into a blue sword light that pierced the sky, as fast as a flying star, in an instant, The sword light disappeared, and the sword had been sheathed.

From drawing the sword to returning it to the sheath is only an instant, less than a breath.

Just as Liu Zhenji's opponent was about to make a move, he felt a slight pain between his brows, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch it. There was a little bright red in front of his eyes, which was very glaring, and his complexion changed drastically, and his whole body became cold.

"I lost."

"Another sword."

One hundred and one first.

Fei Huajian, Ye Xiwen, is one of the two parties. She has a late stage sixth level of Foundation Establishment Realm, and the other has no title, but her cultivation is not weak, and she has also reached the late sixth level of Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Junior Sister Ye, please."

"Take the sword." Ye Xiwen yelled softly, her soft waist swaying like a flower in the wind, so beautiful.

The long sword at the waist was unsheathed. In an instant, the light of the sword was like a flower in full bloom.

Ye Xiwen's opponent was momentarily fascinated, feeling as if she was in a sea of ​​flowers, smelling the strong fragrance of flowers, and instantly relaxed her mind.

It was only a moment to realize that something was wrong, and immediately adjusted, but it was already a step slower.

A sword flower bloomed and bloomed in front of my eyes, it was extremely magnificent, and then a little bit of cold light shot out like a stamen,

Staying between the eyebrows, the cold touch makes the whole scalp numb.

"Brother, let me go." Ye Xiwen laughed softly, sheathing her sword.

"I didn't admit it, it's my junior sister who is great." The other party couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Thinking about my cultivation base at the late stage of the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm and my tyrannical boxing skills, I was defeated by the opponent with a sword before I had time to show it. Although I was unwilling, there was nothing I could do.

When masters fight, they fight for just a moment. At that moment, I lose my mind because of the opponent's soft and swaying figure and magnificent swordsmanship. Although I immediately wake up, I have already lost the opportunity.

Of course, if there is another battle, it will not be so easy to be affected if you are on guard, but it is unknown if you can defeat the opponent in the end.

"Another sword."

All the spectators were amazed.

With the same cultivation level, it is not an easy task to defeat the opponent with one sword. It is a clever use of one's own strength, and it is also a combination of one's own superb martial arts realm and extraordinary combat ability.

Battle after battle.

In the one hundred and eighteenth game, Chen Zong took the stage.

"Chen Qingzong." Cao Tianxiong stared at Chen Zong with hatred in his eyes: "You don't want to lose in the first match."

Cao Tianxiong has already defeated his opponent and successfully entered the second round. He hopes to defeat Chen Zong with his own hands. He must know that he has put in several times the effort in the past this month, and his overall strength has improved a lot.

Seeing Chen Zong come on stage, sword maniac Zhang Tiekuang couldn't help but straighten his waist, he was not as loose as before. This change was not obvious, but it was still noticed by other people nearby.

Yin Feng Dao Yin Chong's gaze was fixed, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

He recognized that this person was the one who avoided his impact on the Qingyun stairs more than a month ago.

"I hope you can be a finalist." Yin Chong chuckled, his voice low.

"Chen Qingzong, I heard that you easily defeated Cao Tianxiong a month ago." Tan Li chuckled and said, "But I'm not Cao Tianxiong's kind of trash. Either surrender or be injured by me. How do you choose?"

Tan Li's words irritated Cao Tianxiong, causing Cao Tianxiong's complexion to sink, his fists clenched and made a loud bang, but he also knew very well that even if his strength improved, he was no match for Tan Li.

This Tan Li's cultivation is at the late stage of the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He looks ordinary in stature, but he is born with supernatural power, and the boxing techniques he cultivates are even more heavy punches. title.

"I know him, he punches through mountains and Tan Li, and his punches are fierce. I have seen him smash ten thousand catties of boulders with one punch." A casual cultivator said.

"Oh, then his opponent is miserable. If he gets punched, he will be seriously injured if he doesn't die." Another casual cultivator said.

Fenjiang Jianjiang Baichuan stared at Chen Zong, his superb swordsmanship intuition made him feel that this person seemed to be not simple, but he couldn't tell where it was not simple.

"Could it be an illusion?" Jiang Baichuan said secretly, because no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything unusual about Chen Zong.

The head of the Mo family, Feng Pingsheng, and the head of the Black Tiger Gang who heard the casual cultivators talking about it all laughed.

The Patriarch of the Mo family and the leader of the Black Tiger Sect sneered, while Feng Pingsheng laughed.

They are very clear about Chen Qingzong's strength. Even the masters of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm were beheaded by him with a single sword. No matter how powerful Tan Li, who claims to be able to break through mountains with one punch, can he compare with the ninth level of Foundation Establishment Realm masters?

No, even the eighth level of Foundation Establishment Realm among casual cultivators can kill Tan Li.

"Idiot." Zhang Tiekuang grinned.

A month ago, I slashed out with my sword and failed to hit Chen Zong. Although I don't know the specific strength of the opponent, it can be inferred that it is not weak.

Tan Li may not be his opponent, but he uttered wild words here, not an idiot.

"Go ahead." Chen Zong said calmly, "You only have one chance."

"Oh, you mean, you want to defeat me with a sword?" Tan Li was startled, and then laughed: "Hahahaha, I laughed so hard, I didn't expect your mouth to be sharper than a sword."

There were also many people around laughed, it was ridicule, mocking Chen Zong's overestimation.

"Take my punch." The laughter stopped, Tan Li shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder, and he stepped out with a step, his footsteps were heavy, like the shaking of a mountain, the whole martial arts stage seemed to tremble, Tan Li clenched his fists amidst the roar, incomparably The powerful right fist shattered the air in front of him, and the fist was covered with a layer of khaki true energy, violent and heavy.

boom!

The astonishing momentum surged, and the air under the fist was squeezed, forming a solid wall of air and blasting towards Chen Zong. The air pressure was astonishing, and a strong wind howled.

The stronger one was that punch, like an angry earth dragon.

"So strong!"

"Innate divine power combined with true energy in the late stage of the sixth stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm pushes the power of the Heavy Mountain Fist to the extreme. It is indeed terrifying. Even ordinary casual practitioners at the early stage of the seventh stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm may not be able to resist."

A group of casual cultivators were amazed.

The more you look at it, the more terrifying Qingyun Sect becomes.

The disciples of the outer sect can display such strength, but what about the disciples of the inner sect?

You must know that becoming a disciple of the Inner Sect is not an easy matter, without enough talent and strength it will not work at all.

In other words, every disciple of the inner sect can be called a genius on the outside.

"Let me see how strong you are." Zhang Tiekuang said secretly. Although Tan Li was evaluated as an idiot by him, he was not a person with a false name.

"Brother Zong, come on." Ge Kong took a deep breath and said secretly.

The Heavy Mountain Fist blasted towards him, and a phantom of a mountain could be vaguely seen, and he suddenly reached the state of ecstasy.

Among the more than 1,000 foreign sect disciples who can cultivate martial arts to the state of ecstasy, there are not many, so they are even more eye-catching.

The moment Tan Li punched him, Chen Zong drew out his sword.

Bai Hongjian pierced through the air with a flash of sword light. This sword was not any kind of sword technique, it was just a simple thrust, but it pierced through the flaws in Tan Li's Chongshan Fist, making this fierce and powerful punch feel like being hit. Like a seven-inch snake, he felt instantly weak.

The sword light pierced through the strength of the fist, and lightly tapped on the center of Tan Li's eyebrows, and it would be closed as soon as it was touched, leaving a little crimson.

The sword was sheathed, and there was a soft sound stirring around.

Tan Li's complexion changed back and forth, turning livid.

Lost, he was actually defeated, moreover, he was defeated by the opponent's sword.

Unbelievable, unbelievable, unacceptable.

At this moment, Tan Li's heart was indescribably complicated.

"Another sword!"

"sharp."

"I can't see through it, I can't see through it at all."

A group of casual cultivators exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Baichuan's pupils shrank because he couldn't see through that sword either.

"Good boy." The elder of the inner sect couldn't help flashing a bright light in his eyes.

As the elder of the inner sect, his cultivation base and strength are beyond doubt, and his eyesight is extraordinary, so he can naturally see the mystery of Chen Zong's sword.

It's a very common move, just a sword stabbing out, it seems that there is no mystery in it, but that is the biggest mystery.

Flaw attack!

Follow the flaws in the opponent's attack, achieve the maximum effect with the least power consumption, and defeat the opponent.

"Brother, good job." Ge Kong was very happy, even happier than he was promoted.

Cao Tianxiong's pupils shrank sharply, and his whole body was shaking because of fear.

Chen Qingzong's strength was so terrifying that he defeated Tan Li with a single strike, but Tan Li's strength was obviously much better than his own.

"Okay." Zhang Tiekuang's eyes were shining brightly, and he couldn't help shouting loudly. His eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to pierce Chen Zong through.

"It's interesting." Yin Chong was slightly taken aback, and then smiled sinisterly.

With one sword strike, Chen Zong left a deep impression on everyone.

The next big competition did not stop because of this and continued.

In the first round of the play-in competition, 256 people, 128 duels finally ended, 128 people were eliminated, 128 people advanced, and entered the second round of the play-in competition.

Without taking any breaks, the second round of play-ins began immediately after the first round.

Those who can advance to the second round are not weak in any way. Compared with the first round, they are more interesting.

"it is good."

"This is amazing."

"The timing of this trick is very correct."

One after another duel, everyone was overwhelmed.

One hundred and twenty-eight people will have sixty-four duels. In the twenty-fourth round, the evil blood sword unit dragon will play again. In an instant, countless eyes are focused on him.

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