Vol 22 Chapter 67: Ancient Taiyuan King

Unmoving will and firm conviction, so he keeps pace.
The heart is hidden, and the meaning is bright.
The heart is toward the light, and the light is in front of me.
Chen Zong stepped out and the suspension bridge behind him was hidden in the darkness.
The light filled the whole body, then disappeared.
It's a little different from Chen Zong's imagination. In front of it is only a cave house the size of a small house. The walls around the cave house are rough, and it seems to have been opened by some forces.
And in this little cave house leaning against the cave wall, a figure sat cross-legged.
When he saw that figure, Chen Zong's pupils contracted, and the heavy dragon sword trembled with it, permeating an astonishing sharpness and pressure.
After his breath, Chen Zongfang relaxed, because the figure had no vitality, not only no vitality, but also a dry look all over his body, like the bark of a thousand years.
Corpses!
This is a dead body.
"Is it the corpse left by the ancient strong?" Chen Zong's eyes peered through the darkness, gazing at the mutilated corpse of the robe, secretly thinking.
After a careful search, there was no other discovery than that of the dead body. I was disappointed. Immediately, Chen Zong's eyes fell on the ring of the dead body.
There may be many good things in there.
The left hand grabbed in the void, and the ingenious skill condensed into a ray of invisible rope between the surging spiritual forces, quickly enclosing the ring, and then a little bit of force, the ring was released from the dead body's finger, and flew into it instantly. In the hands of Chen Zong.
Chen Zong's spiritual power wrapped in the ring, and immediately he moved into the ring immediately.
"How is that?" Chen Zong looked uncertain.
This corpse seems to have been dead for many years. Theoretically, the dispensation should be a thing without a master. Why can't his spiritual knowledge enter into it, but it is blocked by an invisible force.
This is usually the case with the Lord's acceptance.
"In this case, forcibly crack it." Chen Zong secretly said.
Nowadays, Chen Zong's spiritual strength has surpassed the ordinary semi-holy level. He is very tyrannical. He instantly bombarded and forcibly cracked the Na ring, rushed into the ring, and suddenly, a majestic breath spread out. Go, resist Chen Zong's spiritual knowledge.
Chen Zong's look changed, he quickly threw the Na ring, clasped the handle of the heavy dragon's sword with his right hand, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he stared at the Na ring inlaid into the cave wall with a forceful force. It will be able to burst out, releasing a striking blow through the heavy dragon sword.
I saw a point on the Na ring emitting light, which was faint at first, gradually becoming strong, and finally dazzled like the light from the sun, dissipating all the darkness around.
Chen Zong's eyes were condensed, his pupils contracted like a needle, staring at that point of light, and the abnormality came too suddenly. Fortunately, he didn't feel any crisis.
"Who ... is disturbing me ..." Canggu's ancient and magnificent voice sounded, permeating inside this little cave house, as if the voice came from ancient times, travelling endlessly from time to time, with a sense of vicissitudes of years.
With the sound of the sound, a shadow of light emerged, condensed into a figure in the mid-air, that figure is about the size of a normal person's palm, faintly exuding the ancient ancient charm.
"What do you call seniors?" Chen Zong asked, without letting his guard down.
Chen Zong's voice seemed to attract the attention of the little figure. A pair of eyes gazed over, with an indescribable meaning.
Suddenly, Chen Zong felt as if he had fallen into chaotic time and space. Under the gaze of those eyes, all his secrets seemed to be peeped out.
"I ... I'm ..." The little figure's words were intermittent, as if it had been too long, too long, and he had forgotten himself, and after a while, he spoke again: "I'm ... King Taiyuan ... ... "
"King Taiyuan ..." Chen Zong's thinking turned slightly, this man must be a strong man, at least a strong man who entered the sanctuary, but he didn't know what level he entered the sanctuary.
After all, entering the sanctuary has more than one level.
Chen Zong didn't say anything, because he didn't know what to say for a while, and the light and shadow who called himself Taiyuan King didn't say anything, it seemed to be remembering something.
Immediately, Chen Zong only felt a forceful idea sweeping past, covering his body, as if to penetrate into his body.
Chen Zong instantly uttered a defiant spiritual defense, but the effect did not seem to be very good. Although his spiritual knowledge was strong, the other party's idea was stronger.
This strength is not reflected in quantity, but in quality.
The spiritual consciousness of the powerful man who has entered the sacred realm has already undergone a qualitative transformation.
"Senior, what do you mean?" Chen Zong voiced a bit of coldness.
Being swept by the other's mind and wanting to infiltrate, this is undoubtedly a peep at everything. This practice is provocation in the world of the practitioner, which is enough to cause life and death torn.
"Your body is very good. You have a strong sense of spirit, strong blood, and pure spirit. I'm very satisfied." King Taiyuan's voice sounded again, without sorrow and joy, and vast and magnificent.
The words of King Taiyuan made Chen Zong's heart tremble unconsciously, and his complexion also changed slightly. The unpleasant sensation erupted like a spring from the deepest part of his heart.
The black light was violent, and the heavy dragon sword emerged from the sheath and smashed it to death. The majestic and extremely dark sword light shattered the vacuum and bombarded the small figure.
"Still resisting me ..." Taiyuan Wang Yan laughed, his body flickered, and calmly avoided Chen Zong's sword and beheaded, turning into a streamer rushing towards Chen Zong.
fast!
The speed of King Taiyuan was too fast, so that Chen Zong could hardly react, so he appeared in front of Chen Zong.
For the first time, Chen Zong felt that his body's reaction could not keep up with his consciousness, as if his body had become rigid. The cut-out heavy dragon sword was too late to withdraw, and he could barely raise his left hand and point it like a sword. The incomparable Guanghua was a little bit fierce, piercing the sky with a finger like a sword and killing King Taiyuan.
"The response is fast, the combat consciousness is superb, I ... more satisfied ..." The laughter passed into Chen Zong's ears, the sword pointed to the air, and King Taiyuan had calmly avoided the attack.
The heavy dragon sword slashed out, and the mysterious swordsmanship unfolded. One sword and one sword continued to kill the king of Taiyuan. The left-handed sword fingers cooperated with each other, and there was no dead angle.
It can be said that Chen Zong exerted his sword to the extreme in the heart of Kendo, and he did not break the sword circle to the extreme. However, there was nothing to do with that Taiyuan King, as if Chen Zong's every move was in the hands of the other party Among them, the rhythm of the battle was gradually grasped by the opponent.
Knowing this, Chen Zong was unable to turn around, and this feeling was very uncomfortable.
His face was as cold as a thousand years of cold iron. Chen Zong's heart kept breeding pressure. This kind of pressure could not be suppressed, but Chen Zong ignored these constant breeding pressures, and he dedicated himself to waving his sword and constantly improving himself.
pressure!
The pressure that is getting stronger and stronger makes Chen Zong unable to breathe. This deep sense of powerlessness has not been experienced by Chen Zong for a long time.
The fight with others has always been that others are gradually unable to bear under their swords, and they are dominated by themselves, but now they are turning the other way.
Chen Zong can be sure that at this moment, he has already exerted his sword skills to the extreme, each sword is wonderful to the peak, it has broken the limits of the past, and even reached the point where water is not splashed into the wind and invaded, but The King of Taiyuan was even more terrible. He not only avoided every sword and every finger of Chen Zong casually, but also went in and out at will, as if everything had no effect on him.
It seemed that King Taiyuan could walk in the void.
Thriller!
Chen Zong was frightened.
Is this what the ancient strong possessed?
Chen Zong can see that this Taiyuan King is not complete, or that it should only be the conscious body that carries the soul. Compared with the heyday, the strength possessed by him is unknown. How many times the difference is, this strength makes Chen Zong helpless. .
A quarter of an hour!
Chen Zongxian broke out of the sword for a quarter of an hour, which was even more exhausting than an hour of hard work in the past, but nothing could help the other side.
Strong!
This Taiyuan King is really too strong, and he just keeps dodging, leaving Chen Zong so helpless and so tired.
With such a high-intensity sword, Rao was sturdy and fragile with Chen Zong's strong physique for a while.
Supported by a tenacious will, challenging his own limits, Chen Zong's sword speed has not slowed down at all, and even each sword has become more mellow, bringing a touch of indescribable rhythm ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ you take my hit. At this time, after avoiding Chen Zongyijian, King Taiyuan pointed out with one finger while his voice sounded.
King Taiyuan's body is very small, only the size of Chen Zong's palm, and his fingers are naturally smaller. Compared with Chen Zong, it is like a comparison between a mouse and an elephant.
But with the guidance of King Taiyuan, Chen Zong looked extremely dignified, the world in front of him disappeared, and the king of Taiyuan in front of him also disappeared. Only a small finger was constantly zooming in and zooming in again, filling the eyes. Flood the whole world.
That finger is like the pillar of the sky, like the light of the sky, like the finger of the demon, it is vast, majestic, overbearing, covering everything.
One pointed out that the sky was falling apart.
One point out, the light is eternal.
This finger carries an indescribable might, and it seems to have inspired the whole world, so that Chen Zong gave birth to an irresistible thought, let alone evasion, and had to wait for death.
However, Chen Zong's mind is extremely tough, his will is extremely firm, and his belief is extremely strong. Especially after passing through the suspension bridge and his party, he is further tempered, like a sword embryo.
"cut!"
With only one mind in mind, Chen Zongsheng withstood this huge coercion, as if Tianzhu collapsed the sky, and cut out a sword.
This is the chop of the heavy dragon sword, the chop of Chen Zong's body, and the chop of Chen Zongyi.
The heavy dragon sword seemed to roar a terrifying sound, the dark sword light bloomed, like a round of black sky hanging, engulfing all the light.
But under the finger of the other side, the black color melted away quickly, as if the snow and ice were tortured by the scorching sun, silently and silently, that finger pointed towards the heavy dragon sword.
There was no sound, but Chen Zong was trembling, like a lightning strike, and a terrible force kept blasting into Chen Zong's body, vandalizing.
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