Chixiao was defeated and withdrew from the invincible road to the dragon battle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yi Qianqiu won, and within ten days, unless he takes the initiative to challenge others, others cannot challenge him, this is the rule.

When the First World War was over, everyone returned.

Chen Zong sat cross-legged in the Taiyuan Pavilion, his eyes closed, but his mind kept replaying the battle between Yi Qianqiu and Chixiao.

Whether it is Chixiao's domineering and delicate halberd technique, or Yi Qianqiu's sharp, boundless, flexible and changeable sword technique, they all have unique and subtle features, which are worth learning from Chen Zong, absorbing the advantages and integrating them into his own.

Embrace the mysteries of martial arts in the world and integrate the essence of one's own ten thousand ways to achieve invincibility.

Especially Yi Qianqiu's swordsmanship, in which the hard work and strength of the skills, made Chen Zong even more interested.

As soon as I realized it, it was two days, and I had a faint harvest, but it was only a scratch of the surface.

"You still need to fight with Yi Qianqiu to truly understand. Chen Zong said secretly.

"Taiyuan Tianzong Chen Zong, come and fight with this king. "The momentum is like the sound of the sky, and the sound waves are heavy, sweeping the heavens and the earth.

"Someone is invited to fight again. ”

"Who is inviting Chen Zong of Taiyuan Heavenly Sect to fight?"

"The one who claims to be the king is the only Yang Jiutian of the Great Sun Heavenly Sect. ”

"The Great Sun Heavenly Sect's Hongtian Great Sun Gong Tyrant is unparalleled, I don't know if Chen Zong can fight against it?"

"I've heard that the Taiyuan Heavenly Sect's Taiyuan Taisheng Law is not trivial. ”

"The Taiyuan Taisheng Law is indeed very strong, but I heard that this Chen Zong was born in Cangyu Mountain, not Zhenyuan Mountain, and did not cultivate the Taiyuan Taisheng Method. ”

Chen Zong got up, stepped out, landed on the lake, and walked on the water.

In the middle of the lake, a figure in a red suit stood tall, as if it were the center of the world.

Separated by a hundred meters, facing Yang Jiutian, Yang Jiutian could see Chen Zong clearly at a glance, and Chen Zong also looked at Yang Jiutian clearly at a glance.

Dressed in a battle suit, the upper body is tightly bound with golden-red armor, the lower trouser legs are as wide as lanterns, and a short golden-red cloak with a length of one meter is fluttering in the wind, grinning, and there is a round of golden flames soaring into the air on the cloak vividly, which seems to be exuding amazing heat.

Yang Jiutian's hands naturally hung down on his sides, each wearing a golden-red metal glove, the gloves seemed to be forged from layers of snake scales, full of amazing streamlining, and contained a sense of strong explosive power.

Yang Jiutian's long red hair fluttered in the wind, and the short cloak behind him complemented each other, as if a flame was jumping and burning, and his eyes and pupils, when he looked closely, were not all black, but filled with a layer of red light, which belonged to the red light of the sun.

Just by looking at it like this, you can feel a trace of blazing heat, and your own temperature seems to be constantly rising.

What a sunny nine days!

"When you come out, you will fight against this king. Yang Jiutian spoke again, his voice full of majesty and domineering, as if the emperor of the world could command life and death with one word: "Whoever fights with this king, this king will never leave his hand, if you are afraid, you can admit defeat now." ”

After Chen Zong came here, he had more or less done a little understanding of the other people who carried the luck of the sect, the Yang Jiutian of the Great Sun Heavenly Sect, it is said that he was not a native of the Canglan Continent, but came from an island, and on that island, he was the crown prince of a dynasty.

In order to pursue the ultimate in martial arts, he decisively gave up the position of the crown prince, but the royal blood of the dynasty and the respect of the prince for several years, the cultivation of a different temperament from ordinary people, coupled with the integration of the essence of the dynasty's martial arts into the Hongtian Da Ri Gong of the Great Sun Heavenly Sect, every move, it is even more like a prince in the world.

"Only Zhan'er. Chen Zong smiled, and really the sharp sword came out of the sheath, and the edge came out, through a hundred meters, and landed on Yang Jiutian's body, making Yang Jiutian's pupils shrink slightly, and his ten fingers trembled slightly, and a series of sparks splashed between his fingers.

"This king has given you a battle. Yang Jiutian let out a long roar, his arms shook, his ten fingers were raised, and there was a faint flash of red light, and the cloak behind him was flying, like the morning sun soaring into the sky, the scorching sun was shining, and the extremely strong breath permeated all directions, and behind it, there seemed to be a round of red sun phantom condensation.

The surface of the lake below gradually collapsed, and the red light reflected it in a deep red, as if there was a fire burning at the bottom of the lake.

Layers of ripples spread out, wisps of water vapor were evaporated, and white mist rose up.

I saw Yang Jiutian's left hand grasp out of thin air, and countless red rays appeared from nothingness, instantly condensing into a fist-sized red light ball in his hand, as if holding the sun in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the fist-sized red light ball broke through the air and blasted towards Chen Zong.

It was obviously not big, but it had a strong power that attracted heaven and earth, and the rumbling sound resounded in all directions, exuding an astonishing heat, and it slammed into Chen Zong.

Chen Zong didn't dodge or dodge, but with a slight pick of the sword, the blade of the sword cut diagonally, turning into a palm-sized waning moon, cutting through the air with a sharp edge, and hitting the fist-sized red light.

With a bang, a fist-sized red light exploded in an instant, and the terrifying power hit all directions, and a little bit of fiery red shot towards Chen Zong like locust arrows, covering Chen Zong's whole body, and the terrifying power seemed to beat Chen Zong into a sieve.

In the flicker of the sword light, all the sparks were defeated, and then, countless fragments of sword rays condensed into one and broke through the air.

A proud smile hung on the corner of Yang Jiutian's mouth, and his right hand grabbed it in the air, directly grabbed the strong sword that slashed and killed, and the five fingers exerted force, and there seemed to be a clicking sound, which made people's scalp tingle, and the red sword was broken.

Chen Zong's figure flashed on Yang Jiutian's side, and the sword light seemed to shoot from the distant sky, slashing horizontally, as if to cut the sky and the earth.

That crimson sword light was as dense and continuous as a hair, with no beginning and no end.

Yang Jiutian's eyes narrowed slightly, the redness in the pupils became more and more obvious, and between the flying cloaks, his right hand was erected like a knife and slashed down, like a real knife, splitting the sky like a real knife, and a straight crimson sword shot down, and hit the sword directly.

Faintly, there seems to be a sound of gold and iron resonating.

In an instant, Yang Jiutian's palm sword changed dozens of times in succession, each time it impacted with a strong force, as if it could break through the mountains and slash at Chen Zong.

With a sword in hand, Chen Zong showed the subtlety of the sword, no matter how Yang Jiutian's palm knife changed, he was never able to break through the defense of that sword, and all of them were resisted.

In terms of the subtleties of martial arts alone, Chen Zong still has to be above Yang Jiutian.

However, the martial arts are not the whole story, and it is not the only factor that determines the strength of the martial artist.

Yang Jiutian also saw that in terms of the subtlety of martial arts, he was indeed a little inferior to the other party, but he didn't care, because what he was good at was never the subtlety of martial arts.

What I'm best at is power.

Overwhelming people with force!

Break the trick with your strength!

No matter how subtle you change, everything is as if it were nothing under absolute power.

As for the subtlety of the moves, it is just a concoction in the pursuit of strong power, or a pursuit of perfecting one's own means, nothing more.

There is the icing on the cake.

No, and it won't make much of a difference.

All changes disappeared, or they all came together, and a blazing red light flashed on the edge of the palm knife, as if a round of scorching sun was hidden in it, releasing an astonishing heat and power, slashing at Chen Zong.

This knife, there is no subtle change in technique, and there is just a majestic and domineering power to crush.

Dignified and upright, let you change in a thousand ways, I will cut it with one sword.

Chen Zong's face was slightly solemn, and this palm knife slashed down, obviously fluctuating with the true meaning of the knife.

Similar to the true meaning of the sword, the true meaning of the sword is also divided into five small meanings, one of which is the true meaning of the sword, which is similar to the true meaning of the sword.

Chen Zong's sword was raised, as if tearing the sky apart, as if it was aimed at the sword light, but it staggered with the sword light in an instant, and at a faster speed, along Yang Jiutian's arm, a sword turned into a thorn, and went straight to the front door, and the last one came first.

You break the skill with strength, and I break the strength with speed.

Yang Jiutian's brows furrowed slightly, the palm knife in his right hand remained unchanged, and he still slashed at Chen Zong with a majestic momentum, as if he could split the mountain in an instant, and his left hand bent his claws and grabbed the sword that stabbed him, without fear, the gloves he wore on his hands were an amazing third-order pseudo-spirit weapon, the top kind, in addition to not having the power of a real spirit weapon, it was not inferior to a spirit weapon in terms of hardness, even if it was a low-grade spirit weapon, it was difficult to destroy it.

Clinker, Chen Zong's sword was shaking, and what was caught was only a sword shadow, and the sword body avoided Yang Jiutian's left hand and stabbed towards Yang Jiutian's heart.

Yang Jiutian snorted angrily, and his left hand changed with it, bringing up a heavy phantom dense in all directions, blocking all kinds of changes in Chen Zong's sword.

In front of him, it is like a home field, how can he tolerate the presumptuousness of others.

Although Yang Jiutian is best at strength and strength, he also has good skills, and he also has good attainments, although he is not as good as Chen Zong, however, his chest is his own territory, one hand is between square inches, the speed is faster and more flexible, faintly blocking the sword stabbed by Chen Zong.

The sword was like a swimming dragon, but that hand was like the hand of a dragon, the two competed, and Yang Jiutian's right palm knife still slashed towards Chen Zong without half a pause.

Another dazzling light lit up, and the sword was really sharpened, piercing the sky, with an astonishing sharpness, stabbing at Yang Jiutian's right hand palm knife.

Yang Jiutian's complexion changed slightly, and that sword made him feel a terrifying sharpness, as if he could pierce his palm.

Secretly exerting force, a violent force surged, poured into the palm, the heat emitted became more and more intense, the light became more and more obvious, and the light surrounded the edge of the palm, becoming extremely tough.

In an instant, the really sharp sword stabbed the palm knife, and the terrifying sharpness pierced and tore the red light outside the palm of the knife, stabbing fiercely into the palm of the hand, and the moment it came into contact with the glove, the terrifying power penetrated the glove and pierced into the palm of Yang Jiutian.

At the same time, the sword that pierced Yang Jiutian's heart was also blocked, and Yang Jiutian grabbed it with his left hand, so that the moment the long sword paused slightly, it shot out with its fingers again.

This finger contains the violent power of the Yang Nine Heavens Hongtian Great Sun Gong, which can penetrate the iron mountain with one finger and directly shake the sword body open, and its power is even more through the sword body, rushing towards Chen Zong's arm like a violent torrent.