The long snake flying knife was fast and flexible, and quickly swam in the sky, surrounding Chen Zong, launching a surprise attack like a poisonous snake out of a hole, as fast as lightning. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The double sword is in hand, firm and unbreakable, all attacks are resisted, the trajectory of the sword is clear and simple, coming and going is just a few, there is no unfathomable feeling.

The short man did his best to launch the flying knife, his purpose was not to defeat Chen Zong, because Chen Zong's combat power was very strong, and his main task was to consume Chen Zong's strength as much as possible.

As everyone knows, Chen Zong is using the other party to deduce his own tricks.

The short middle-aged man tried his best to shoot out all the last flying knives, and each flying knife was as fast as lightning to kill in the air.

Under the twin swords, all the throwing knives were split.

Immediately, the dazzling cross sword light passed through dozens of meters and was directly imprinted on the body of the short middle-aged man, breaking through the true power of the body, and the sword power was violent and domineering and endless, splitting the short middle-aged man out of the ring.

Six wins in a row!

It is also the so-called ninety-six consecutive wins.

Immediately, the next opponent landed in the Hundred Battles ring, this is an old man, somewhat hunchbacked, holding a bronze tiger head staff.

The tiger head cane belongs to the Qimen weapon, and there are very few people who can use it, because it is not easy to cultivate, but it is quite powerful and not easy to deal with.

The old man walked towards Chen Zong step by step, his steps became faster and faster, and he crossed a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, his slightly hunched body seemed to be constantly enlarged, and suddenly a staff smashed out, the wind and thunder were agitated, and it roared like a tiger.

Another good player with four-star combat power.

Chen Zong resisted with a sword and counter-killed, and his swordsmanship was bland.

The tiger's head staff turned, and the end was sharp like a sharp sword breaking through the air and stabbing out, as if it wanted to penetrate Chen Zong.

A bronze tiger head staff was played in the hands of the hunchbacked old man, and the tiger was vigorous.

The air was stirring, and the powerful real force roared, like a hundred tigers roaring, and the momentum was amazing.

The old man's purpose was the same as that of the short middle-aged man before, not to defeat Chen Zong, but to consume Chen Zong's strength as much as possible and provide convenience for those who were sniping behind.

Chen Zong also used the old man to deduce tricks.

Under the fierce battle, Chen Zong's swordsmanship was always so plain, coming and going with so many swords, slashing vertically and horizontally, but the swords and swords resisted all the attacks of the old man, and repelled the old man again and again.

"Hundred Tigers in the Plains!"

The vigorous voice sounded, and the bronze tiger head staff bloomed with a simple and deep luster, and the tiger head seemed to come to life, and let out a roar that shook the mountains and forests.

One after another, the phantom of the tiger's head rushed out, and there were hundreds of them, all rushing towards Chen Zong from all directions.

The old man's face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, this move exhausted all his strength, staring at Chen Zong, who was surrounded by hundreds of tiger heads, only hoping that this move could cause some damage to Chen Zong and weaken Chen Zong's strength as much as possible.

Hundreds of tiger heads are indeed fierce, attacking from all directions, and each tiger head carries amazing power.

Chen Zong's face was flat, his two swords were in his hands, the sword power was flowing continuously, and the two swords slashed out dazzling cross sword lights, shattering all the hundreds of tiger heads.

Explosions and smoke vanished.

The old man's face became more and more pale, and he immediately smiled bitterly, and took the initiative to admit defeat without waiting for Chen Zong to attack, and it was not okay if he didn't admit defeat, and his strength was exhausted.

Ninety-seven consecutive wins!

With three opponents left, they can win a hundred consecutive victories, and everyone is getting more and more excited.

A new opponent appeared in the Hundred Battles Ring, this is a woman, dressed in a rose-red Luo shirt, although she looks a little old, and the years have left traces in the corners of her eyes, but the charm is still there, and she must have been a beautiful person when she was young.

The woman smiled slightly, and the cold light in her hand was shining, and it was a soft sword.

The cultivation difficulty of the soft sword is higher than that of a normal sword, but if the cultivation is successful, it is often more difficult to resist.

"Little brother, I know that I am not your opponent, so please be merciful. The woman said with a smile.

"Please. Chen Zong smiled slightly.

In the woman's smile and groan, the rose-red Luo shirt shook slightly, like a blooming flower, and like a red cloud floating in, the soft sword slashed, swinging like a water wave-like luster, layer by layer without beginning and end.

People are like flowers, and swords are like water.

Chen Zong's eyes lit up slightly, the combat power displayed by this woman was at most a four-star extreme level, which was nothing, but her swordsmanship was interesting, Chen Zong had never seen it before, so he stared at it carefully, adding bricks and tiles to his kendo foundation.

Under the back and forth of the two swords, all the attacks were resisted by Chen Zong, and Chen Zong could not be helpless at all, the woman was very helpless, she had already taken out all her strength, a soft sword was like a spirit snake flying, when it was sharp, it could cut gold and jade, when it was flexible, it could turn a thousand times, and when it was continuous, it was like flowing water, but it couldn't help Chen Zong at all, the two swords were like a moat, completely resisting all offsets.

However, the woman's purpose was not to defeat Chen Zong, but to consume Chen Zong's strength as much as possible, so she used her swordsmanship to the extreme, regardless of her own consumption.

It's just that Chen Zong seems to be bottomless, and until now, no one knows how much his strength has consumed.

Almost mastering the essence of the opponent's soft sword swordsmanship, Chen Zong's double swords have also been sharpened to a certain extent, the cross sword light kills, and the sword strength is hurried, directly repelling the woman.

The sword strength is not only fierce and domineering, but also contains an amazing sharp edge, the woman tried her best to resist, but she couldn't restrain the steps of retreat, until she withdrew from the ring of a hundred battles, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Fighting with Chen Zong, that feeling is really not in the control of everything, but all follow the other party's wishes.

It is true that under the pressure of Chen Zong's double swords, he had to show his full strength, and in the end, he was not defeated by luck.

Ninety-eight wins in a row!

There are only two games left before the 100-game winning streak, and the opponents in these two games are often the strongest.

The opponent in the ninety-ninth game was a bald head, with no clothes on his upper body, and his muscles seemed to be made of steel, full of violent power.

The weapon he used was also very interesting, it was an oval shield on two sides that was one meter long and half a meter wide, and the front of the shield was covered with sharp cones, which was very hideous.

This person put the shield in front of him, firmly defended, and then shifted his center of gravity downward, approaching Chen Zong step by step, as if the elite of the battlefield was in a battle formation, the amazing momentum was born from his body, diffusely, and when he ran quickly, like thousands of troops charging in unison, the whole ring shook.

Advance, keep pushing forward, as if to use this method to force Chen Zong out of the ring, Chen Zong took out his sword, and the cross sword light slashed on the shield, but it was completely protected, and the bald man just paused slightly, and continued to step forward.

When he was ten meters away from Chen Zong, suddenly, the true power of the bald man swept through, covering two shields, and the two shields were also superimposed in an instant, and in the roar, the whole person was wrapped in strong energy, like a meteorite, and it slammed towards Chen Zong.

Its momentum is staggering, like a meteorite falling, destroying everything.

Chen Zong didn't mean to dodge for the halfest, but instead crossed his two swords in front of him and resisted head-on.

The terrifying impact shattered the ring, and the moment it touched Chen Zong's double swords, an astonishing sound resounded through the sky, and the ring under his feet was shattered, and his feet collapsed.

The bald man had a fierce face, and tried his best to impact and suppress Chen Zong, but Chen Zong's double swords did not move at all.

Perhaps this bald man has a good strength and is very strong, enough to fight against the early stage of the five-star stage, but compared with Chen Zong, there is still a big gap.

The twin swords trembled slightly, the sword energy was agitated, and the violent and domineering power slammed away, which suddenly made the bald man lean back, and the power was endless, like a wave after wave of the tide, an endless impact, but the power of each wave was so terrifying.

Unable to resist, the bald man couldn't stop his feet from retreating again and again in horror, and every step he took would shatter a piece of ring slate.

All the way back, one after another retreated to the edge of the hundred battles ring, although he tried his best to restrain his steps, but the continuous momentum of the sword power was completely unexpected, unable to resist, the last step to withdraw, the person also fell from the ring.

"What a terrible power. ”

One by one, staring at the broken road that was trampled out by both feet in the Hundred Battles Ring, hundreds of meters long, they were shocked.

"Ninety-nine in a row. ”

"There is only one last game left, Chen Zong is going to win a hundred consecutive victories. ”

On the spectator seat, everyone became more and more excited.

It's the last game, and the decisive moment is coming.

On the waiting table, Chen Zong's last opponent also got up and stepped out, appearing in the Hundred Battles ring like a teleportation, holding a long knife in his hand.

This person looks ordinary, it is difficult to recognize in the crowd, he looks forty or fifty years old, there are crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes are deep and calm, like a deep pool.

"Beat me and you'll have a 100-game winning streak. The middle-aged man carried a knife in one hand and a knife in the other, and said to Chen Zong without hesitation, and immediately took a step, as if he was strolling in his back garden to enjoy the flowers in full bloom, and walked towards Chen Zong slowly step by step.

It didn't feel like he was here to fight, but like he was going to talk to Chen Zong.

Chen Zong's eyes were condensed, others couldn't feel it, but he could feel it very clearly, as the middle-aged man stepped step by step with calm and comfortable steps, there seemed to be a trace of momentum on his body quietly condensed, very subtle, undetectable, if it weren't for Chen Zong's perception surpassing other martial artists, it would be difficult to perceive.

The momentum was very subtle, but it continued to diffuse, scattered around the middle-aged man's body, and Chen Zong gave birth to a feeling that when the middle-aged man walked a certain distance, those scattered momentum would gather in an instant, and then it would be like a volcanic eruption, releasing a devastating blow.

Aware of this, Chen Zong's face remained unchanged, and he did not attack, but let the other party accumulate momentum.

Chen Zong wants a hundred consecutive wins, but he also wants to fight a strong opponent.

The stronger this middle-aged man is, the happier Chen Zong is, of course, the other party can't be a pseudo-transcendent realm, otherwise the hundred battlefields are slapping themselves in the face, and it can't be a six-star combat power, that can no longer be achieved by relying on time, there must be enough talent.

And those who have six-star combat power, often at the age of forty or fifty, are already at the level of the pseudo-transcendent realm.