Extreme Heart Sword Pose!

A sword that went all out, and a sword that seized a momentary opportunity, but it didn't work, which made Chen Zong a little regretful.

After all, he used dozens of swords to paralyze the other party before, paving the way for the final Extreme Heart Sword Style.

For example, a strong enemy like Li Han, if he uses the Extreme Heart Sword Style at the beginning, he will not be able to perform at all, but will make the other party see through it and be more guarded.

Although this sword failed to work, it also made Li Han's heart chill and he was afraid.

Almost, just a little bit, he will be hit by that sword, Rao is his own strength, if he is hit, there is only one way to die.

If he is defeated in the hands of those who are regarded as strong enemies by himself, Li Han can accept it, but if he is defeated by a person who is not as strong as himself because of his contempt, it is unacceptable, it is a shame.

This feeling made Li Han angry and ashamed, his eyes became more and more cold, his face was gloomy, a trace of murderous intent lingered, and his breath became more and more terrifying, which made Chen Zong feel chills for no reason.

"You have succeeded in me off. The sound of the cold was like a cold wind blowing from the extreme north, freezing everything, and the chill was terrifying.

The moment Chen Zong's pupils contracted unconsciously, an astonishing chill struck, and the cold current grew from his spine and rushed straight to his head, and a bright sword light bloomed in front of him.

Fast!

Too fast!

As fast as if he was unprepared, that knife was already killed.

How to go out of the knife?

I don't know, because I can't see it at all, I don't even see it.

The knife that came out with anger did everything in its power to kill Chen Zong.

Creeps!

Chen Zong could only rely on the subconscious outbursts sharpened by countless life and death, and quickly retreated, with a sword rung.

Narrowly blocked a knife, but the terrifying cold air rushed straight down the sword body, as if freezing his body with his arm, making Chen Zong's arm numb and his body numb, and his reaction was also a little slower in an instant.

Even if he quickly ran the Xuan Gu Fire Refining Technique to dispel the chill, it was too late.

The second knife has already been killed.

Too fast!

Chen Zong's consciousness had just felt it, but his body had slowed down a little because of the cold attack of the previous sword, and his eyes suddenly turned black.

Die!

was killed by Li Han with a knife.

"Mole ants!" put the knife back into its sheath, Li Han stared at the body in front of him that had been cut off by a knife, and smiled contemptuously.

In the next breath, Chen Zong appeared on the original twelve-petal lotus platform, and there was a trace of palpitation on his face, and it took a few breaths before he regained his calmness, but it was only calm on the surface, and it was still difficult to calm down in his heart.

Death!

This feeling of death is really uncomfortable.

For a moment, I fell into darkness, unable to hear, see, or feel anything, as if I had fallen into darkness forever.

Great Terror!

That dark horror of death, like a virus, erodes the mind.

Fortunately, Chen Zong was also a person who had really died once, and was reincarnated in the Spirit Martial Saint Realm, so he really calmed down quickly, and if he was replaced by someone else, without such an experience, it was inevitable that he would be unsettled for a while.

Li Han appeared on another lotus platform, and his sharp and cold gaze stared at him, as if he wanted to penetrate Chen Zong's body, as if he wanted to kill Chen Zong for the second time before he could relieve his hatred.

Chen Zong didn't pay attention to it, but calmed down and came to his senses.

Regardless of Li Han's character, his strength is very strong, there is no doubt about it.

The mysterious footwork avoided his dozens of sword slashes, and the last two swords were not only extremely fast, but also extremely powerful.

All of this is worth recalling for yourself.

The next battle continued, but Chen Zong did not watch, immersed in his own realization.

Subtle footwork, extreme knife skills, and the darkness of death and the light of rebirth.

An alternate cycle of life and death.

Between life and death is a great terror, and there is also a great opportunity, whether you can seize it depends on the individual.

Chen Zong felt that he seemed to be able to grasp it.

After losing a game, Chen Zong didn't get any winning points, so he missed the first place, but Chen Zong didn't feel sorry, with his current strength, it was indeed difficult to win the first place.

So to be able to win the first place in the end, do your best, all in all, in this brutal matchup, you still have the hope of continuing to improve, go further.

The battles were one after another, some won and some lost, but Chen Zong did not watch the battle, but still precipitated in his realization.

The benefits of this battle to himself were great, and after resuming his senses, Chen Zong felt that the half-step sword intent that he walked away seemed to be showing signs of improvement.

Ninety to ten percent!

This will be a bigger improvement, at least fifty percent, Chen Zong himself secretly estimated.

It is expected that these peerless Tianjiao, there are not a few people who have comprehended the half-step Dao meaning to ten percent, and even, some peerless Tianjiao may have mastered more than one half-step Dao meaning, and their strength will be so strong.

Otherwise, they are all half-saint-level extreme cultivations, and although the gap in the exercises exists, it is not big enough to easily kill the other party.

This can only be the case if the disparities in all aspects are combined.

Comprehending to the extreme, the half-step sword intent is still ninety percent, and if you want to break through, it is not so easy, and Chen Zong is not in a hurry.

The life-and-death duel was played out one after another, with some winning, some losing, and some drawn.

Along with Chen Zong, Xu Mubai, who came from the Xuan Netherworld, defeated his opponent and gained two victory points.

Chen Zong also knew that he would always fight with Xumubai, a matter of time or time.

Soon, one hundred and eight Tianjiao, all of them shot once, which can be regarded as the end of the first round.

After the first round, the second round did not start immediately, but gave everyone a quarter of an hour.

In the final analysis, this Xuanyuan Holy War, of course, is to duel the final ranking, but it is also to further stimulate the potential of everyone and tap to the extreme of the semi-saint level.

Therefore, after a round of life-and-death duel, it is necessary to give everyone a little time to relax.

Moments later, the second round began.

In the eighth game, Chen Zong was selected again, and the opponent was an unknown person, but he was a peerless genius in the royal capital.

Among the one hundred and eight Tianjiao who entered the Xuanyuan Holy War this time, many of them were from the royal capital, and almost all of them belonged to the royal Chu clan, the Li clan and the Zhong clan.

The person in front of him, dressed in a white jade robe and a white jade pendant hanging from his waist, looked like he had an extraordinary temperament, and between his eyes opened and closed, a sharp cold light burst out.

"You were defeated by Li Han's men first, and now you are going to be defeated by my Zhong Feihong, it's really unbearable. This person sighed lightly in a pretentious posture, shaking his head, as if he was really a little regretful, but his eyes did not have half regret, but there was a trace of coldness.

"Don't talk too soon. Chen Zong smiled slightly.

This person is a disciple of the Zhong family, and the peerless genius of the Zhong family does have strength, but the threat he brings to himself is still not as cold as that.

"If you don't say anything, I'll keep you sober. Zhong Feihong smiled coldly, and slapped out, hundreds of meters away, but the slap swept like a storm, and slapped Chen Zong's face mercilessly.

If you are fanned, it will be more humiliating than being defeated.

Chen Zong naturally would not be fanned.

The figure flashed, calmly avoided this slap, and then rushed forward, flying away, as fast as a streamer.

Approach!

Zhong Feihong's eyes flashed, and he didn't expect him to slap Chen Zong.

With a flick of his right hand, a brilliant jade-white sword light suddenly shot out from the scabbard, and the sword qi rolled and fluctuated, turning into a ball of clouds that seemed to be floating clouds, and like a meteor breaking through the sky, blasted forward and stabbed at Chen Zong, without mercy.

This is a life-and-death duel, and whoever shows mercy will die.

Even though death will be reborn, it is not a real death, but the experience is the same as real death, who wants to endure so many deaths, to feel the horror of eternal darkness.

Chen Zong's eyes narrowed slightly, the essence condensed in the bottom of his eyes, as if he saw through everything, a sword came out of the sheath, releasing a terrifying power, and instantly bombarded out.

The power of the thirteenth-layer Taiyuan Moyun Gong is not bad, and the power of the ninety percent half-step sword intent is also good.

The sword light collided, both of them shook, and then shattered, but Zhong Feihong's sword followed the trajectory to kill, the sword light was like stars, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, each sword was sharp so far, it seemed to be able to shatter everything, enveloping Chen Zong's body everywhere, as if it was everywhere.

The Domain of the Heart!

Chen Zong immediately grasped all the sword light trajectories, and could see them clearly, and between the movements of his footsteps, he avoided one sword after another, which suddenly made Li Han's eyes shrink, and a wisp of cold light burst out.

Because in that step, there is a trace of the mystery of his own footwork, which is plausible.

Is it a coincidence?

Or did you just come to the realization of the war?

Li Han believed that it was the former, but he always felt unhappy.

The sea of blood is endless!

As soon as the sword started, the blood light was filled, like a raging tide, like a surging tide, permeating all directions, and immediately counterattacked, drowning Zhong Feihong.

Zhong Feihong's sword suddenly burst out with incomparable light, rolling in clusters, blooming like clusters of flowers, enveloping all directions, and stretching the blood-colored tide alive.

Countless jade-white sword lights converged into a majestic one, piercing through the sea of blood like heavenly light, blasting and killing, its power was unparalleled.

Extreme Heart Sword Pose!

In an instant, Chen Zong also unleashed the strongest sword.

The golden sword light was subtle, compared to the majestic jade-white sword light, it was like a puppy and an elephant, but it was a terrifying puppy that could bite a beast to death.

In an instant, the golden sword light penetrated the jade-white sword light, and it was like a bamboo.

Zhong Feihong was startled, and hurriedly dodged to the side, a few strands of hair were broken and turned into powder, the terrifying sword momentum roared and stirred in his ears, and his whole head seemed to be hit by a huge force, buzzing, and a little dizzy.

The momentum of the 150,000-pound giant sword is really terrifying, giving people a feeling of death and injury when touched.

This is a rare opportunity, Chen Zong once again slashed with a sword, and it was still the Extreme Heart Sword Style.

Zhong Feihong's strength was obviously not as strong as that cold, and he was in a dizzy state, although he reacted soberly in an instant, he was still a little slower.

This trace is enough to determine victory or defeat and reverse life and death.

Rumble!

Zhong Feihong's head tried his best to dodge to the side, but he still couldn't avoid it completely, and directly hit half of it, half of it shattered, and under the terrifying power shock, the other half was also shattered.