Vol 3 Chapter 12: True Sword Warriors

(This chapter is written in one go, written in a hurry, enthusiastic, and eager to pull the sword and wipe the edge)
"as you wish!"
In the surprise of everyone, Chen Zong's pace was rapid.
The dots, bullets, and slides are staggered, moving backwards quickly, back to the seat, holding the sword handle lying quietly on the table with your left hand, and drawing a perfect arc inward with your right hand.
The gentle sound of the sword slamming into the ear is the sound of the sword body rubbing into the scabbard.
Footsteps staggered back and forth, body shape was low, center of gravity was forward, body shape turned to the left, left hand clasped scabbard near waist, right hand swollen with five fingers, close to hilt, eyes became extremely sharp, making people unable to look straight.
The indescribable sternness condensed on Chen Zong's body and instantly spread away. The whole person seemed to become a magic sword. The sharp edge was shocking, and gradually restrained, hiding in the sheath, just waiting for the sheath. In a flash, wept ghosts and gods.
Eight types of true sword ...
"What kind of swordsmanship is that?"
"So sharp."
The exclamation sounded.
People who practiced swords such as Yang Yigu and Li Zhenshi almost got up and were surprised. They could more clearly feel the incomparable sharpness condensed on Chen Zong.
Unparalleled momentum and uniqueness.
As if ... as if in perfect harmony with the sword in hand.
As if ... the whole is a real sword ... a sharp sword!
Tang Junluo's eyes seemed to have golden light, and he drank in a low voice, like a roar of a dragon. His hands turned a spear into the assassination and smashed out. He turned into a golden dragon and rushed out of the abyss, carrying unparalleled strength and mighty power, like breaking a mountain Bang to Chen Zong.
A razor-sharp sharp hair fluttered, his body twitched slightly, his right hand was widened with five fingers, then he held the sword handle and pulled the sword!
The sound of the sword melodious, if the aftermath can be around the beam for three days.
The sharp sword light cuts through the air. If the night sky passes by, the crown is ancient and modern.
Sword-drawing style!
Under the fierce tiger power, the power of blood and blood runs, and the arm reaches up to two kilograms. The sword-drawing style is perfect, and it is extremely strong. You can be hard and firm, and you cannot resist this sword. The sharp edge of the iron sword is urged. To the extreme, nothing is cut.
When the sword was cut, the golden dragon seemed to be crying, the head of the dragon was cut off, and it broke up.
Thanks to the basic eighteen styles and the fast and stable practice, thanks to the three gate-building swordsmanship, the true sword eight styles have gone further and closer to the microcosm.
If the body wave rises and falls, when you step back and forward, you will be irresistibly imposing, as if you are walking forward.
No sword comes back!
Magnificent!
Red sword style!
Tang Junluo shook with a shot and turned into a dragon flying.
Tamron style!
However, the dragon was defeated under the impact of a dashing sword, which was unmatched.
"What the is that?"
"Why is it so scary?"
Everyone was horrified all around.
It's not that they are fussed, but that Chen Zong's swordsmanship is so amazing that it is no less incomparable and even better than the ordinary human-grade swordsmanship.
After all, the construction of the base sword does not need to explode and consume blood.
Have fun!
A good sword gives Chen Zong the feeling, as if there are thousands of troops, he can also cut it with a sword.
Pride sent forth, and asked who can stop me?
Ring sword style!
Cut sword style!
At this moment, the power gap between the two sides seems to be eliminated, but the stunning Jianguang seems to cut through everything.
Tang Junluo clenched his teeth. He had no idea whatsoever. Chen Zongyi, who held a treasure iron sword, used that sword technique to be so terrible that it was completely beyond his expectation. At the same time, he also understood that this paragraph Time has made obvious progress, and the other party's progress is afraid that it will be even greater.
But, what about it?
I have a dragon gun in hand, who can break it?
Faith rises, the momentum condenses, strengthens the horizontal, and faintly, it seems that there is a dragon yin from outside the sky, and it seems to come from the body of Tang Junluo. Under the pressure brought about, there is a slight transformation.
Chaos sword style!
The sword light is splashing, like a butterfly wearing flowers, like a rainstorm pouring down, dense and endless, as if endless, if the huge waves are empty and surging.
Retreat!
Tang Junluo drew his gun with both hands and tried his best to resist, but he couldn't help quitting step by step.
The collision of sword and gun, the piercing sound of golden iron and iron piercing through the golden cracked stone, countless Mars blooming like summer night meteors, one after another, people are dazzling, dazzling, and enthusiastic .
Sword Style!
A sword, like flying through the wind, like a meteor moon, seems to come from the sky outside, through the eyes and flowers, through the mountains and mountains, and through the sun.
A little bit of coldness, if a flying star in the sky, magnifies in front of Tang Junluo, floods the entire world, and magnifies in the eyes of everyone, leaving the world independent.
To the extreme!
The arms are inflated, the blue tendons are raised like pythons, the power seems to exceed the limit, the hands are dancing, and the spears are tightly wind-tight.
The sword tip was retracted at one point, but the power erupted instantly, causing Tang Junluo to tremble in the golden dragon gun in his hand, his arms trembling, and he retreated back and forth.
Take a step forward with your left foot, and make a right turn as you try. With your right arm holding a sword, pull back the big bow. Put your sword in your left hand and point it straight at Tang Junluo. Power like a whirlwind surges from the soles of your feet, straight through the waist to the right. The arm and right arm swell a circle, and the blood and volcanic magma are about to spray out, and the extreme force is not vomiting.
Explosive sword style!
True sword eight-style last sword, the strongest sword.
A sword, as if it can break a boulder, break through mountains, break the earth, go straight up to the clouds and break through the sky for nine days, and pass through the moon and destroy the moon.
Everyone felt a horrible edge, as if they were to be crushed and turned into powder, making them thrilled.
"Canglong style!"
The pressure on Tang Junluo was the most direct and intense. The whole person was about to suffocate and almost collapse, but he firmly believed that a force broke out and a roar was issued, like a dragon sailing out to sea for nine days.
The dragon gun was triggered to the extreme, and the dragon's pattern on the gun exudes a brilliance, as if it were going to turn into a dragon and open its teeth and dance out of the gun.
The roar and the gun are combined into one, exhausting all their strength and power, and instantly breaking a certain kind of trance, entering a new realm.
Qianlong marksmanship ... nice!
A shot of Canglong style, I am invincible!
This is the strongest one-hit collision.
Sword and gun, sword tip and gun point, explosive sword style and blue dragon style!
collision!
A sharp tear of the eardrum, and immediately, nothing could be heard. The countless Mars in front of me splashed, the color faded, became black and white, and everything was empty and blurred.
One breath, two breaths and three breaths!
It took a full ten or more breathing hours before the faint sound sounded, as if it came slowly from the sky, became clear, the black and white in front of it was dyed, gradually became vivid and restored to its original state.
Chen Zong stepped back five steps, leaving five marks on the hard floor with his feet, the sword body trembling, the right hand holding the sword trembled, the tiger's mouth cracked, a trace of blood flowing down the sword handle.
Tang Junluo's hands were empty, his palms were scratched, blood oozing and stained his palms, his hands were still trembling. The golden dragon gun didn't know when, inserted into the back of the seat behind Tang Junluo, the gun body was shaking.
But their eyes were still sharp and overbearing.
Around him, there was a dead silence, not even the sound of breathing, except the shaking of the sword and the gun.
There were more than a dozen breathing times before other sounds sounded.
"Chen Zong, you won this battle." Tang Junluo put his hands on his back and said heartily.
"Should be my win." Chen Zong also admitted without hesitation, put the sword into the sheath, grabbed the white cloth on one side, and wiped the blood on the sword handle.
In the end, it seems like a close match, but if one person has a sword in his hand and one person takes his gun off his hand, there will naturally be a conclusion.
A few glances at the sword in his hand, such a collision, there was no damage, and it really deserves to be a Baotie-level sword, making Chen Zong even put it down.
"Wonderful!" Tang Junhao clapped his hands, not concealing his admiration. Even with his six-layer cultivation, he felt that the battle was wonderful and impeccable.
The applause rang, and it was very hot. At this moment, no matter who it was, let go of it.
Because they are all warriors.
The applause stopped.
"Chen Zong, what is the name of the sword you used?" Tang Junluo asked, and everyone also raised their ears, very curious.
"Eight Swords." Chen Zong said indifferently.
"Eight Swords of the True Sword?" Everyone looked at each other. The name, they had never heard of ~ EbookFREE.me ~, even Li Zhenshi, the master of swordsmanship, had never heard of it.
But it does not hinder, from then on, the name of this swordsmanship will be imprinted in their hearts forever, unforgettable.
"Eight swords ... the sword is called the sword of the true sword." Tang Junluo said.
"It's not enough." Chen Zong said, not modestly, but honestly.
This is the end of the Shenglonghui competition. Chen Zong and Tang Junluo applied medicine to the wound to stop bleeding.
The crowd did not leave in a hurry, but continued to stay, talk to each other about their opinions, and exchange their martial arts experiences.
"Thank you for the feast. Goodbye."
"Farewell."
"Farewell."
There is no endless feast in the world, Shenglong will last for a long time, and it is time to end, and everyone rises to Tang Junhao and Tang Junluo to leave.
"Chen Zong, I am very happy today, but in the next day, I will fight you again, and I will definitely defeat you." Tang Junluo stared directly at Chen Zong, saying word by word, without being discouraged by the momentary defeat, Fighting spirit.
"I will not stand still." Chen Zong laughed and raised the sword in Yang's hand: "In addition, thank you for your precious iron sword. I like it very much."
"Tang Junluo, I'm very dissatisfied with today's battle. I will definitely give you all your strength in the next day." Zhao Wangcheng's face was cold.
"You can't catch up with me." Tang Junluo's domineering declaration.
"Walk around, or find a place to drink." Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong's shoulder and asked.
"Next time." Chen Zong responded with a smile. He still had work to do, something to drink, not so important.
"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor, and if I have a chance, I will ask you for advice." Li Zhenshi left as he passed by.
"Brother Li wait a moment." Chen Zong quickly caught up. He also wanted to ask what was the realm above the microcosm.