(This chapter, written in one go, is written happily, the blood is boiling, and I want to draw my sword and wipe the edge)

"As you wish!"

In everyone's surprise and anticipation, Chen Zong's pace was fast.

Pointing, bounced, and sliding, he quickly stepped back to the front of his seat, his left hand clasped the hilt of the sword lying quietly on the table, and his right hand slashed inward in a perfect arc.

The sound of the sword sounding in my ears was the sound of the blade of the sword rubbing against the scabbard.

The footsteps are staggered back and forth, the body is low, the center of gravity is in front, the body is turned to the left, the left hand is clasped near the sword scabbard, the five fingers of the right hand are fluffed, close to the hilt, and the eyes become extremely sharp, making it impossible to look directly.

A trace of indescribable fierceness condensed in Chen Zong's body, and instantly diffused, and the whole person seemed to have become a divine sword, with a sharp edge that shocked the world, and gradually restrained, all hidden in the sheath, just waiting for the moment of unsheathing, shocking ghosts and gods.

The ...... of the Eight Styles of True Sword Sword Pose!

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?"

"What a sharp feeling. ”

Exclamations rang out.

Yang Yigu, Li Zhenshi, and other people who practiced swords almost got up, their faces full of surprise, and they could clearly feel the incomparable edge condensed on Chen Zong's body.

Unparalleled momentum and uniqueness.

Seems...... It seems to fit perfectly with the sword in your hand.

Seems...... The whole thing is a real sword...... Sword!

Tang Junluo's eyes seemed to have golden light blooming, and with a low shout, it was like a dragon's roar, and he used a spear with both hands to break through the air and stabbed out, turning into a golden dragon and rushing out of the abyss, carrying incomparable strength and might, as if smashing a mountain, and blasted towards Chen Zong.

A trace of sharpness burst out, the figure trembled slightly, the five fingers of the right hand were wide open, and then the hilt of the sword was buckled, and the sword was drawn!

The sound of the sword is melodious, and if the sound can be around the beam for three days.

The sharp sword light cuts through the air, and if the waning moon crosses the night sky, it is the best in ancient and modern.

Draw the sword!

Under the fierce tiger skill, the power of qi and blood operates, and the arm strength reaches the consummation realm of two thousand catties to draw the sword, which is strong to the extreme, no matter how hard and firm you are, you can't resist this sword, and the edge of the iron sword is urged to the extreme, and nothing is cut.

With a sword cut, the golden dragon seemed to let out a mournful roar, and the dragon's head was cut off and directly dispersed.

Thanks to the cultivation of the basic eighteen styles and the fast, accurate and stable, and thanks to the three foundation-building swordsmanship to reach the realm of subtlety, the eight styles of the true sword have gone one step further in the realm of perfection and are closer to the realm of subtlety.

The body is undulating like a wave, and under the retreat and forward, the momentum is unstoppable, as if overcoming thorns and thorns and moving forward.

The sword is out and there is no return!

Impressive!

Punch the sword!

Tang Junluo shook with a shot and turned into a dragon flying.

Dragon-style!

But the dragon was defeated under the powerful impact of the rushing sword, and it was invincible.

"What the hell is that?"

"Why is it so scary?"

Everyone around them was full of horror.

It's not that they're making a fuss, it's that the swordsmanship that Chen Zong has used is too powerful, and it is not inferior to the first level of ordinary human-level low-grade swordsmanship, or even better to use.

After all, the performance of the foundation building sword technique does not require an explosion of qi and blood power.

Enjoyable!

A good sword gives Chen Zong the feeling that this is the case, as if there are thousands of troops, and he can also cut them with one sword.

Suddenly proud, I asked who in the world can stop me?

Ring Sword Pose!

Slashing Sword Style!

At this moment, the difference in strength between the two sides seemed to be eliminated, except for the extremely stunning sword light, which seemed to pierce everything and slash everything.

Tang Junluo gritted his teeth, he didn't have any idea anyway, Chen Zongyi, who was holding the Iron Sword, used that sword technique, it would be terrifying to such a point, it was completely beyond his expectations, and at the same time, he also understood that he had made obvious progress during this time, and the other party's progress was only afraid that it would be greater.

But, so what?

I have a dragon lance in hand, who can break it?

Belief rose, momentum condensed, stronger horizontally, faintly, as if a dragon's groan came from outside the sky, and it seemed to come out of Tang Junluo's body, to a certain extent, Tang Junluo had a trace of transformation under the pressure brought by Chen Zongzhen's sword eight styles.

Chaotic sword style!

The sword light splashed, like a butterfly piercing flowers, like a torrential rain, dense and endless, as if endless, if the huge wave was empty and surging.

Retreat, retreat!

Tang Junluo carried the gun with both hands, trying his best to resist, but he still couldn't help but retreat step after step.

The collision of swords and guns, the piercing sound of gold and iron piercing through the gold cracked stones, and countless sparks bloomed like meteors on a summer night, sprinkled endlessly, making people dizzy, making people's hearts sway, and making people's blood boil.

Sword Style!

A sword, like a wind breaking through the sky, like a meteor chasing the moon, as if coming from the void outside the sky, through the dazzling flowers, through the mountains, through the sky and the sun.

A little cold, if a flying star outside the sky, magnified in front of Tang Junluo's eyes, filled the whole world, and also magnified in the eyes of everyone, leaving the world independent.

Fast to the extreme!

The arms are swollen, the green tendons are bulging like pythons, the strength seems to exceed the limit, the hands are swirling, and the spears are like wheels rolling impermeable.

The tip of the sword was retracted at one point, but the power exploded instantly, causing the golden dragon spear in Tang Junluo's hand to tremble, his arms shook, and he retreated again and again.

The left foot took a heavy step forward, the body turned to the right with all its might, the right arm held the sword backwards like pulling a big bow, the left hand raised the sword finger and pointed directly at Tang Junluo, the power surged from the sole of the foot like a whirlwind, through the waist straight through the right arm, the right arm swelled in a circle, the qi and blood were like volcanic magma almost about to erupt out, and the strength of the extreme force did not vomit or be unhappy.

Exploding Sword Style!

The last sword and the strongest sword of the Eight True Sword Styles.

A sword seems to be able to smash boulders, penetrate mountains, and shatter the earth, and go straight to the clouds to break through the nine heavens, piercing the stars through the moon, and destroying the stars and sinking.

Everyone felt a terrifying edge, as if it was about to shatter them all, turn them into powder, and make them terrified.

"Canglong Pose!"

Tang Junluo's pressure was the most direct and intense, and the whole person was about to suffocate and almost collapse, but he was firm in his beliefs, burst out with strength, and let out a loud roar, as if a dragon had sailed out to sea for nine days.

The dragon spear was prompted to the extreme, and the dragon pattern on the spear exuded a bloody brilliance, as if it was about to turn into a dragon with teeth and claws and claws out of the gun.

The roar and the gun's momentum became one, exerting all his strength and might, and in an instant, he broke some kind of shackles and stepped into a new realm.

Hidden Dragon Marksmanship...... Detailed!

One shot Canglong style, I am invincible!

This is the strongest collision, and whoever wins or loses will determine success or failure.

Sword and spear, sword tip and spear tip, exploding sword and dragon style!

Collide!

A sharp tear of the eardrum was made, and in an instant, nothing could be heard, countless sparks splashed in front of me, the color faded, and became black and white, and everything that was empty was blurred and distorted.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths!

After a dozen breaths, a faint voice sounded, as if it was coming slowly from the sky, becoming clear, and the black and white in front of him was dyed, gradually becoming vivid and returning to its original state.

Chen Zong took five steps back, his feet left five marks on the hard floor, the sword body trembled wildly, the right hand holding the sword trembled, the tiger's mouth cracked, and a trace of blood red flowed down the hilt.

Tang Junluo's hands were empty, his palms were scratched into the skin, blood beads oozed out and stained his palms red, his hands were still trembling, the golden dragon spear didn't know when, it was inserted into the back of the seat behind Tang Junluo, and the body of the spear shook.

But the eyes of the two are still sharp and domineering.

All around, there was a dead silence, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard, except for the sound of the sword and the spear body shaking clearly.

It took a dozen breaths before other voices rang out.

"Chen Zong, you have won this battle. Tang Junluo put down his hands behind his back and said heartily.

"I should have won. Chen Zong did not shy away from admitting, put the sword into the sheath, grabbed the white cloth on the side, and wiped the blood on the hilt of the sword.

In the end, it seems to be evenly matched, but one person has a sword in his hand and one person has a gun out of his hand, so there will naturally be a high and low conclusion.

After carefully taking a few glances at the sword in his hand, there was no damage in such a collision, and it was indeed worthy of being a treasure and iron level sword, which made Chen Zong even more in love.

"Wonderful!" Tang Junhao clapped his hands, unabashedly admiring his appreciation, even with his cultivation at the sixth level of the Qi and Blood Realm, he also felt that this battle was wonderful and impeccable, making people's blood boil.

The applause rang out, very intense, and at this moment, no matter who it was, they all let go of the mustard in their hearts.

Because, they are all warriors.

The applause stopped.

"Chen Zong, what is the name of the sword technique you use?" Tang Junluo asked, and everyone also pricked up their ears, very curious.

"True Sword Eight Style. Chen Zong's tone was indifferent.

"True Sword Eight Styles?" Everyone looked at each other, they had never heard of this name, even Li Zhenshi, who was the young master of the swordsmanship family, had never heard of it.

But it does not prevent that, from now on, this name of swordsmanship will forever be imprinted in their hearts and will be unforgettable until death.

"True Sword Eight Styles...... Your sword can be called a true sword. Tang Junluo said.

"It's not enough. Chen Zong said, not modestly, but to tell the truth.

At this point, the competition of the Thang Long Club was basically over, and Chen Zong and Tang Junluo applied medicine to the wound to stop the bleeding.

Everyone did not leave in a hurry, but continued to stay, talking to each other about their opinions and exchanging martial arts experiences.

"Thank you for the banquet and farewell. ”

"Farewell. ”

"Farewell. ”

There is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed, and the Shenglong Festival will last for a long time, and it should be over, and everyone got up one after another to say goodbye to Tang Junhao Tang Junluo.

"Chen Zong, I am very happy in today's battle, but in the future, I will fight you again, and I will definitely defeat you. Tang Junluo looked directly at Chen Zong and said word by word, not discouraged at all because of a temporary defeat, and his fighting spirit was high.

"I'm not going to stand still. Chen Zong smiled and raised the sword in his hand: "In addition, thank you for your treasure iron sword, I like it very much." ”

"Tang Junluo, I am very dissatisfied with today's battle, and in the future, I will definitely ask you to do your best. Zhao Wangcheng's face was cold.

"You can't keep up with me. Tang Junluo made a domineering declaration.

"Let's go, let's find a place to drink. Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong on the shoulder and asked.

"Next time. Chen Zong responded with a smile, he still had something to do, drinking or something, it wasn't that important.

"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor, and if I have the chance, I will still talk to you. When Li Zhenshi walked by, he left a sentence.

"Brother Li, wait a minute. Chen Zong hurriedly caught up, and he also wanted to ask what the realm above the subtle realm was.